New Feelings

The next morning, when I woke up, I went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Richard and Tommy. The events of the previous day still lingered in my mind, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Tommy loved pancakes, and I knew Richard preferred a simple breakfast with toast, eggs, and coffee. While mixing the batter I kept thinking about seeing my husband Richard jerking off.

As I worked, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, creating a comforting morning atmosphere. I had just poured pancake batter onto the hot griddle when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and there stood Richard.

The sight of him caused my heart to skip a beat. The memory of what I had seen yesterday flashed before my eyes. My cheeks burned as I quickly turned back to the stove, pretending to be deeply engrossed in my cooking. The image of him, vulnerable and exposed, was seared into my mind. I couldn't help but blush, my ears growing hot with embarrassment and something else I couldn't quite name.

Richard, too, seemed affected. He had a mug in his hand, and our eyes met for a brief moment. His gaze was intense but fleeting. He quickly looked away, his expression unreadable, and left the kitchen without a word.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The encounter had left me flustered

Tommy's cheerful voice broke through my thoughts. "Mommy, is breakfast ready?" he asked, bounding into the kitchen with his usual morning energy.

"Almost, sweetheart," I replied, forcing a smile. "Go wash your hands and set the table, okay?"

Tommy nodded eagerly and ran off to do as I asked. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my racing heart. This was not the time to let my emotions get the best of me. I had a family to take care of, and breakfast was almost ready.

As I plated the food, I couldn't help but reflect on my past life, before I came to dwell in this body. Back then, I had never experienced this kind of feeling, not even for Richard. Our marriage had been distant and cold. He was always away and constantly with my stepsister, and he never seemed to want to touch me or be close to me. The memory brought tears to my eyes.

With breakfast ready, I called Tommy to the table. He sat down eagerly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his favorite pancakes. I set Richard's plate and coffee at his usual spot, wondering if he would join us.

Just as I was about to sit down, Richard re-entered the kitchen. He moved with a certain stiffness, his eyes avoiding mine. He sat at the table, picking up his fork and knife, and began to eat in silence. The air between us was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Tommy chattered away, blissfully unaware of the strange atmosphere between his parents. "Mommy, these pancakes are the best! Can we have them every day?" he asked, his mouth full of food.

I laughed softly, grateful for the distraction. "Maybe not every day, sweetie. But I'm glad you like them."

Richard glanced up briefly, meeting my eyes for a split second before looking away again.

After breakfast, Tommy ran off to play, leaving Richard and me alone in the kitchen. The silence between us was almost palpable. I busied myself with cleaning up, trying to ignore the tension that hung in the air.

Richard finally spoke, his voice low and hesitant. "Ava, about yesterday…"

I looked up, my heart pounding. This was the moment I had been dreading. "Yes?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't mean for you to see that.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. "It's okay, Richard," I said, my voice steady. "We are married, and these kinds of things happen."

Richard's eyes widened slightly, but not with surprise or relief. Instead, his expression remained cold and emotionless, as if he was trying to comprehend my words but didn't care enough to react. His jaw clenched slightly, and I could feel the tension radiating from him.

I continued, hoping to bridge the gap between us. "Really, it's fine," I added, trying to maintain my composure.

He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes empty of any warmth or understanding. The silence between us stretched, becoming almost unbearable. Then, without a word, Richard turned on his heel and walked upstairs, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding in my chest. Richard was very handsome a type of man I would not even dream of in my past life which made it that anytime he looked at me I always felt butterflies moving in my stomach and also the pounding of my heart.

I watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. The coldness in his gaze, the complete lack of emotion, it was like a slap in the face.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, I leaned against the counter, trying to steady my breathing. My heart was still racing, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The encounter had left me shaken.

After I had calmed down, I decided to clean up the kitchen. The familiar routine of washing dishes and wiping down counters helped to steady my nerves and gave me a sense of normalcy. The clinking of dishes and the warm soapy water were soothing, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Richard. I couldn't shake the image of him from my mind. When I was done, I went back upstairs to my room and took a long, soothing shower. The warm water washed away the tension, and I felt a bit more centered.

Not knowing what else to do and since I knew Tommy would be playing in his room with the nanny as he had not yet started school, I decided to take a nap. The pregnancy was making me feel more exhausted than usual. I lay down on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief as I sank into the mattress.

The events of the morning still lingered in my mind, but I tried to push them aside, focusing instead on the gentle rhythm of my breathing. My eyelids grew heavy, and I soon drifted off to sleep