Page 114 of Our Broken Pieces
Gigi laughs as our friends bicker, but she has all of my attention. My wife, my friend, my forever.
Chapter Eighty
Marcus
Gigi and I didn’t wake up until nine. Considering we were up until two, sleep was necessary. She’s in the shower as I arrange our breakfast on the table in our room. The crew decided we would skip breakfast together and meet up for the beach later in the morning.
As I pour coffee into the mugs, my phone buzzes.
Rory:Hit me up when you’re back in town. We need to talk.
Me:How bad is it?
Rory:Don’t let her see her again.
Me:Got it. I’ll call you Friday evening.
Rory:Sounds good. Congrats on the wedding.
“Is that coffee I smell?” Gigi wraps the white robe around her body. I quickly send Rory a thank you and lay my phone down.
“It is. How was your shower?” I walk to her, kissing her cheek.
“Lovely. We should have showered after round three last night, but I was too exhausted.”
“I won’t apologize for that.” I pull out a chair for her to sit.
“I wouldn’t want you to.” She smirks. “I don’t know how I’m going to go back to the real world after being here and having two weddings. It’s like the shop isn’t even my life anymore.”
Lately, when she talks about the spa, it’s barely positive. A couple weeks ago, she went so far as to say when she walks in the door, all she sees is memories of Sabrina.
“G, I’m going to ask you some questions, and I want you to be completely honest with me.”
“Okay.” She sets her coffee cup down.
“Are you happy there?”
“No.” She says it with no hesitation.
“Why are you still there?”
“Because I want to carry my weight.” She looks down at her bagel.
“What do you want to do?”
“Sell the shop and be a housewife.” She keeps her gaze down at her food.
“Look at me.” Her eyes move to mine. “You want to be a housewife?” I didn’t expect her to say that.
“I know it sounds crazy, but yeah. I was thinking I could take care of you. I could babysit for Jax and Audrey. I could try tofigure out what I want to do in the second half of my life. I could just rest.”
“You know you don’t need to take care of me, right?”
“I know I don’t need to, but what if I want to try?”
“Are you sure you want to give up the spa?”
“I’ve thought about it a lot lately, but yeah, I’m ready to let it go.” Her eyes change; she looks nervous and worried. “Please don’t think I’m taking advantage of our situation. This is something I’ve been feeling for a long time now.”
