Both of his hands raked through his hair. “I’m sorry. If there were any other way, I’d choose it. Believe me, I’d choose it in a heartbeat but this is my job, our future. I love you and I’m sorry, so fucking sorry but I have to be there.”
Shortly after the sun rose that morning, my husband left in a taxi to go back to Australia with his dad and Shain. I was hurt and angry. I refused to wave goodbye to him and offered only my cheek when he tried to kiss me. He rested his forehead against my temple and whispered, “I’m sorry,” into my ear instead. Then he left.
After just a few hours’ sleep, I was staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom in Suffolk with my best friend sleeping beside me rather than my husband of less than twenty-four hours.
I felt like a total bitch after the way I’d behaved towards Liam before he’d left that morning. Yeah, it was my wedding day, so obviously I was more than a little disappointed that things went the way they did and that I was lying next to a snoring Sasha and not on my way to my surprise honeymoon destination with Liam. But in the grand scheme of things, my having to take off my own clothes or sleep anywhere other than next to my husband on our wedding night was irrelevant.
Three men had lost their lives yesterday, and my poor husband was about to sit on a plane for around twenty-two hours before having to face the families of two of those men. He would have to deal with the press, coroners, and all of the legalities that went along with whatever investigations would be required. He would also have to make arrangements to repatriate the body of the only single man involved with his family in Germany.
I’d offered to go with him before he left. I knew it was a stupid suggestion even as the words were leaving my mouth, but I just felt so, I didn’t know, rejected? Liam had tried to let me down gently with his words, but I was still hurt.
It was childish and selfish, and it meant that he left alone, without a wave, a kiss or any kind words from me. Leaving me with ten days off work and nothing to do with myself except think about the way I’d behaved.
My phone vibrated beside me.
Aussie Boy: I love you, and I’m so very sorry. Why don’t you change the tickets and take Sash away with you somewhere? I promise to make it up to you once I’m home. L x
Smiling, I stroked my finger across the words on the screen, as if by doing so, it would help me feel closer to him. Despite my behaviour, it was him that was reaching out first when it should’ve been me.
Me: Stop saying sorry. Shit happens! It should be me apologising any way. I’m sorry about my little hissy fit. I don’t think I wanna go anywhere without you. I might just change the dates and we’ll go whenever we can. Where are the tickets? I’ll contact the agent and see if that’s possible. Are you on the plane yet? X
Aussie Boy: Ohhhh, you said shit. I’m telling. Archie has the tickets. Do I still come up on your phone as Aussie Boy? L x
Me: You do. Why?
Aussie Boy: I want you to change it to husband. L x
Me: Why?
Aussie Boy: Because that’s what I am. Don’t question me woman. JFDI ;) x
Me: What’s JFDI?
I fiddled with my phone and changed his name in my contacts.
Aussie Husband: Just. Fucking. Do. It!
Me: Okay, master, it’s done. You are now in my phone as Aussie Dickhead. Happy?
I could actually see his smile and feel the vibration of his chest against mine as I imagined his laugh. My nose tingled and my eyes filled with tears. I missed him so much already, and once again felt guilty for thinking of myself.
Aussie Husband: Oh, aren’t you hilarious! L x
Me: It’s a gift ;)
Aussie Husband: Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry, pretty girl. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. L x
Me: I love you, too, and I’m so sorry this has happened to your workers. Those poor men and their families. Every one that was on that helicopter. It’s just horrible all round. X
Aussie Husband: I have to go, we’re about to take off and I’m gonna get in trouble. Love you xxx
Me: Text or call as soon as you land. Stay safe. I love you xxx
He didn’t reply.
I lay back on the bed and let my tears run into my ears.
“It’s the day after your wedding. You’re not supposed to cry.” Sasha croaked from beside me, turning her head just enough to speak but not enough to move her hair from her face.
“I’m waking up with you instead of my husband. Anyone would cry.”
“Hey now, that’s a bit harsh. There’s plenty that’d like to be waking up with me this morning. One of them happens to be with your husband right now.”
My mind raced as I tried to work out what she was on about. I lifted her hair, and she squinted one eye at me.
“Please don’t tell me you put the moves on Liam’s dad.”
“Wha?” She frowned in confusion.
“No, fuck no. I mean. I don’t actually mean no, because, well, he’s hot in that silver fox kind of way. But give me some credit here, Sares, he’s your father-in-law.”
We stared and blinked at each other in silence for a few seconds. My sleep-deprived brain still slow to catch up.