Loving You From The Past

I entered the apartment as quietly as possible.
Sam was already awake and in the kitchen
making Elena breakfast.

"Good morning,"
I greeted them.

Elena jumped from the dining room chair.
Running towards me as fast as her stubby
little legs could go to hug my left leg.

"Where were you? I missed you Mommy."

I patted her head.
Adoring how dependent she was.

"Mommy needed to see a friend,"
I gently told her.

Sam came into the dining room.
Holding two plates filled with
eggs, sausage, and pancakes.
Frowning to himself as he
walked closer and closer to me.

"And who would that be?"
He asked bitterly.

"It was a friend."

"Do I know that friend?"

"Not as well as I do."

"I want to talk to you in the bedroom."

He placed Elena's breakfast on the table.

I walked to the bedroom.
Sam following beside me.
He closed the door a bit hard than necessary.

His eyes were narrowing.
His eyebrows furrowed.
His nose flared.

"There's nothing important to talk about,"
I tell him gently.

"What the fuck is going on with you?"
He asked in a snarl.