Patiently Loving You.

My wife has been unhappy for too long.

When did I stop noticing my own wife?

"Don't worry..." Marissa sighed as she popped open the wine I bought for dinner. "The kids will live with me."

"You think that's what I care about?" I softly asked.

"I know they are who you don't care about."

Another painful bullet that chokes me. Have I been blind towards my attitude to my family? I don't have recollection... Yet, my wife is spewing hate towards me. There's so much displeasure and agony in her green eyes. The eyes that remind you of freshly cut green grass. An emerald sea of lush...The eyes described are the ones that caught my heart. How could this have happened?

"Please...Give me a chance to make it better." I cried.

Marissa shook her head and looked away. Is she disgusted with me?

"Marissa?" I called.

Marissa was sitting at the dining table by now. She had made herself a plate once she noticed the pots on the stove. She seemed delighted by the food but the sight of me is doing the worst for my case.

"Jeez, Regan. Can I eat this meal in peace? For once, I don't have to hear the loud banter for once. The boys can be dreadful sometimes."

I lowered my head. What could I possibly say to make her change her mind? I needed some concrete proof of my undying love! I can't lose her. I don't want my boys to have two homes. I want us to stay together for each other. Our kids deserve that. I need Marissa...

"The food was delicious. Thank you, Regan." Marissa spoke before sipping another taste of her wine.

"I just wanted to celebrate." I stated.

"Celebrate what?" Marissa wondered, as she stood up from the table.

"How the business is going... How I'll be able to spend more time with you all. How you won't have to work anymore unless you want to. How we can spend more time together as best friends and lovers. How I can get the boys off your back a little more. How I can make everything better by being here more..."

Marissa's eyes had saddened. She was looking at me as if she could see me? As if I was gone and I finally came back? "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

I stepped closer to my wife. She didn't step back. "Marissa--you're my wife. We've been together since we were kids. I want this. I want our family. I want our life. I just want to make it better."

"So where were you when I needed a break from the boys? When I barely get sleep and have to be up to get all of you ready for the day? When I contemplate suicide!"

I watched the love of my life cry her eyes out. She was still standing next to the dining table, with her face in her hands. I couldn't see her face; her curly hair was draped over. I wanted to touch her, to console her but I felt like I shouldn't. However, I attempted to touch her shoulder... and she didn't push my hand away.

She stopped crying and sat up. Her green eyes were covered in redness. "Regan, please hold me?"

I jumped to her request without hesitation. I pulled her into my embrace, thankful for the opportunity. When's the last time I even touched her? I cuddled her into my chest and she continued to cry.

"I'm really sad, Regan. I want to give up on everything. I thought you gave up on us and everything too."

"No,no,no..." I pulled her face up to mine. God, she's beautiful... "I was too focused on work. It will not be that way anymore. Please believe me, Marissa. I'll do anything to keep you as my wife. The boys are always mine and they matter too...but I have neglected you as my partner and I wanna know what will make you feel better."

Marissa pulled away from me a little. I grabbed a napkin off of the table to wipe away the mess on her face. Her face was softer; I felt hopeful. "You really have to make changes...starting right this minute. I'm still contemplating divorce...I've been so miserable, Regan. It'd only be right to work it out with you as my husband. Besides, all three need their father."

"Marissa, I swear..." My heart started to flutter, feeling the familiar excitement once again. "What did you just say?"

Marissa started to smile, the kind of smile that makes you want to kiss your lover but stare at them a little longer before you do. "I'm pregnant, Regan."