Underestimated Too(115)

I jumped, startled when Drew spoke, coming into Nicholas’s room with me. I’d been jumpy all day. I needed it to be Friday. I needed to put this behind me and stop playing detective. Once I figured out what and why Drew was hiding from me, I would.

“Morgan?” Drew called.

“Jesus, you scared me. Don’t do that.”

“You’ve been jumpy all day,” he noticed. “Hey, did I have to show identification the other night at the restaurant?”

Crap.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t really pay attention. Why?” I asked, lying. I turned my attention to Nicholas, hiding the guilt. I didn’t think he’d notice it that soon. Drew had a migraine that night and was asleep by nine. I was in bed with him, thanking god for his pounding head. Getting his license from his wallet was easy. It was the social security number I had to snoop for.

I waited for his relaxed deep breathing before breaking into his office. The whole thing reminded me of planning my escape, breaking in there to transfer funds from his accounts. I logged on to his desktop, needing to keep an eye on him. Drew slept with his arm over his eyes and I searched through files, folders, and drawers. Nothing I found had his social on it. Why would it. Damn it. Now what was I supposed to do? I was just about ready to give up when I saw the folder with the tab, reading 2013 taxes. Yes! Pulling off a little yellow sticky note, I quickly jotted down the number and got the hell out of there just in time for Nicholas to wake crying.

“I don’t remember showing it. They know me there. That’s so weird. Where else would I have used it?” Drew questioned himself more than me.

“I don’t know. Look at him, Drew,” I derailed the conversation that I couldn’t have without a shamed expression. Drew placed his wallet back to his back pocket and picked up the block, helping Nicholas put the round piece into the round hole rather than the square one he was trying to fit it into. He was so smart. He had the right concept, just not the right block.

Drew never mentioned his license again, not to me anyway. I would get it back the next day and hide it behind one of the many cards in his wallet. He’d think he just misplaced it, I hoped.

I wished I didn’t have such a meddling husband. I wanted to text Alicia and ask her if she had it, what did it look like, was it in an envelope, a box? UGH. I was never going to sleep. Why didn’t I tell her I’d be over for breakfast instead of lunch?

Drew and I played with Nicky on his bedroom floor until he conked out between Drew and me on the plush gray carpet. Drew picked him up, changed him and kissed his sleeping little head.

“What’s wrong?” Drew asked, dropping to his knees and lying beside me again.

“Nothing, why do you think something is wrong?”

“You’re just in another time. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing really.”

“Talk to me, Morgan. Please.”

Great, now he thought I was upset over us. I wasn’t. I was so in love with us and our little family. “Nothing is wrong. I promise. I’m just feeling a little tired tonight, that’s all.”

“Okay, but I don’t know if I believe you,” Drew said running his hand up my shirt and around my stomach.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Standing, I pulled Drew up by his hands, kissed him and led him to our room.

“Drew, stop. I’m on my period,” I had to say, moving his hands from my ass.

“So, we don’t need that.”

“Can we just go to sleep tonight? Please,” I begged, rolling away from him, snuggling up to his chest, not waiting for a reply.

“I don’t want you to take anymore pills when you’re done.”

Nope. Not going there. “Night, Drew.”

***

I was a nervous wreck all morning. I needed to get away from Drew. Where the hell was Celeste? Of all days for Drew to start work later, it had to be that day. Any other day I would have loved it, just not this day.

“I’m going to Alicia’s now,” I stated, rather than asking.

Drew looked up from the puppy book he was reading to Nicky, puzzled. “Aren’t you going to wait until I go to work? It’s not lunch time. Why do you need to go now?”

“I don’t need to, Drew. I want to.” I should have just waited. I hadn’t planned on this turning into a big argument.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Stop doing that, Morgan,” Drew warned, set Nicky on the floor and came to me. “Let me see your phone.”

“Oh, my god, Drew. There’s nothing in my phone. I just want to go hang out with Alicia.”

“Because you don’t like the company here? Give me your phone.”