Elliot understood
she had little ones and had to keep her phone on at all times. If she ever
couldn’t take his call that minute, she always called him back within ten or fifteen
minutes, tops. It’d been over twenty minutes, and she still hadn’t returned his
call, so he’d called her back, and just when he was getting ready to jump in
his car to drive down to that fucking university, she texted him back to say
she was in the middle of a lecture and would call him back.
See? He’d reminded himself again as he’d exhaled, clutching
the phone. He had nothing to worry about. Ever since he’d questioned her about silly
Elliot making her laugh, she’d even cut down on talking about her time and
conversations with the guy, but even that made him wonder why .
Manny had even called Romero the day after Thanksgiving to tell
him that he and Max were now in agreement. Maybe they’d jumped the gun, being
so worried about Izzy working with this guy. After Romero had explained about
Elliot and the ballet teacher and how that was why they’d seen her whispering with
Elliot a few times, Manny was even more adamant that Romero had nothing to
worry about. His uncles almost seemed worried and even a bit regretful that
they’d begun to get in his head the way they had. They knew him better than
anyone, and Romero suspected they’d begun to get nervous about what might
really happen if anything they’d insinuated was actually true. They’d since all
but stopped making any remarks, except once in a while to remind him that it
was normal to feel as if maybe something had changed in his marriage because
something had . She’d gone back to work after years of being home, and
that was huge. Of course things were going to feel different. It was to be
expected but nothing to freak out about.
One thing that hadn’t changed was their lovemaking. If anything,
he’d noticed it intensified lately. When he told her their marathons nights had
to happen more often, he’d been optimistically realistic. Yes, he wanted them
more often, but he hadn’t expected it to really happen. Not only were they
happening more often, even the quickies were up too. They’d even pulled a fast
one at Manny and Max’s when the kids and his uncles were engrossed a video
game. Romero and Izzy had snuck off together to the upstairs bathroom, and it’d
been her idea!
He’d been nervous as shit that the kids or his uncles would
notice them gone, so it was a fast and dirty one against the bathroom door, but
it was still hot.
His mind had just gone back to thinking of Izzy and how she still
hadn’t called back. The phone rang to his utter relief before he could give it
another infuriating thought, and it was Izzy.
“Hey, babe,” he answered, the smile replacing his frown.
“Oh my God,” she gushed. “That was so incredibly thrilling.”
“What was?” he asked as he felt his smile morph right back into
that galling frown.
“I finally got the nerve to give an entire lecture on my own
today. It’s why I couldn’t answer your call.” He could practically hear her huge
smile, and he tried to be happy for her—he should be. “I’ve told you about the
lectures I’ve done with Elliot before. He’d hand it over to me and I’d
take over a part of it for him, but this time it was all me from
beginning to end, and I had everyone hanging on my every word. They were taking
notes furiously.”
She went on for a bit, and Romero listened and actually began to
smile as he sat back and listened to his excited wife. It was bittersweet. He
loved hearing her so happy, but at the same time, any hope he had that she
might decide to hold off on her career and have another baby any time soon was
losing ground with every animated word out of her mouth.
Almost as if she’d read his mind, she added. “I can’t see myself
doing that every day though. As thrilling as it was, it was equally mentally exhausting.
I worked on that lecture for over a week too. Elliot
she had little ones and had to keep her phone on at all times. If she ever
couldn’t take his call that minute, she always called him back within ten or fifteen
minutes, tops. It’d been over twenty minutes, and she still hadn’t returned his
call, so he’d called her back, and just when he was getting ready to jump in
his car to drive down to that fucking university, she texted him back to say
she was in the middle of a lecture and would call him back.
See? He’d reminded himself again as he’d exhaled, clutching
the phone. He had nothing to worry about. Ever since he’d questioned her about silly
Elliot making her laugh, she’d even cut down on talking about her time and
conversations with the guy, but even that made him wonder why .
Manny had even called Romero the day after Thanksgiving to tell
him that he and Max were now in agreement. Maybe they’d jumped the gun, being
so worried about Izzy working with this guy. After Romero had explained about
Elliot and the ballet teacher and how that was why they’d seen her whispering with
Elliot a few times, Manny was even more adamant that Romero had nothing to
worry about. His uncles almost seemed worried and even a bit regretful that
they’d begun to get in his head the way they had. They knew him better than
anyone, and Romero suspected they’d begun to get nervous about what might
really happen if anything they’d insinuated was actually true. They’d since all
but stopped making any remarks, except once in a while to remind him that it
was normal to feel as if maybe something had changed in his marriage because
something had . She’d gone back to work after years of being home, and
that was huge. Of course things were going to feel different. It was to be
expected but nothing to freak out about.
One thing that hadn’t changed was their lovemaking. If anything,
he’d noticed it intensified lately. When he told her their marathons nights had
to happen more often, he’d been optimistically realistic. Yes, he wanted them
more often, but he hadn’t expected it to really happen. Not only were they
happening more often, even the quickies were up too. They’d even pulled a fast
one at Manny and Max’s when the kids and his uncles were engrossed a video
game. Romero and Izzy had snuck off together to the upstairs bathroom, and it’d
been her idea!
He’d been nervous as shit that the kids or his uncles would
notice them gone, so it was a fast and dirty one against the bathroom door, but
it was still hot.
His mind had just gone back to thinking of Izzy and how she still
hadn’t called back. The phone rang to his utter relief before he could give it
another infuriating thought, and it was Izzy.
“Hey, babe,” he answered, the smile replacing his frown.
“Oh my God,” she gushed. “That was so incredibly thrilling.”
“What was?” he asked as he felt his smile morph right back into
that galling frown.
“I finally got the nerve to give an entire lecture on my own
today. It’s why I couldn’t answer your call.” He could practically hear her huge
smile, and he tried to be happy for her—he should be. “I’ve told you about the
lectures I’ve done with Elliot before. He’d hand it over to me and I’d
take over a part of it for him, but this time it was all me from
beginning to end, and I had everyone hanging on my every word. They were taking
notes furiously.”
She went on for a bit, and Romero listened and actually began to
smile as he sat back and listened to his excited wife. It was bittersweet. He
loved hearing her so happy, but at the same time, any hope he had that she
might decide to hold off on her career and have another baby any time soon was
losing ground with every animated word out of her mouth.
Almost as if she’d read his mind, she added. “I can’t see myself
doing that every day though. As thrilling as it was, it was equally mentally exhausting.
I worked on that lecture for over a week too. Elliot
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