Lana makes her move.

Between the various arrangements that would have to be made bringing your wife home, making it properly accessible while she underwent physiotherapy, and juggling work commitments, your day was fairly stressful. When you returned home, you were greeted with a warm, tidied house with two children who were diligently working on school assignments in the back room.

Lana had prepared dinner, a beautiful lasagna that smelled great and made your mouth water, though she was nowhere to be found in the kitchen or living room. A spike of panic ran through your heart and you went about searching for her in the various rooms. It was cold and stormy outside, so the passing glance you gave to the backyard ruled that out. She wasn’t in her own room, charging like she sometimes did in between household tasks. Your own bedroom was also empty, and the worry grew, it wasn’t like her to leave the children home alone.

“Kids, have you seen Lana?” You asked, returning to the back room.

Tommy looked up from his schoolwork and frowned at you. “She should be around. She was here like…two minutes ago.”

“Huh.” You pondered in confusion for a second when a voice called out, cutting through your thoughts.

“In the bathroom, Brad!”

You made your way there and found her standing before the mirror, tidying her hair. Her reflection smiled at you. “Did you need something?”

“I just…” you shook your head, “just wanted to check on you,” a flash of concern came, “wanted to know that you were alright, after our talk last night.”

Lana paused her movements for several heartbeats, then slowly turned to face him. “I understand that you have made your decision Brad, and I won’t argue with you about it.” Something almost human flashed in her eyes. “But I have a request.”

You felt yourself tense. “What would that be?”

“You have chosen to be faithful to your wife, but before she returns and the new dynamic comes into effect…I would ask that we have one last time together. A final moment to enjoy each other, so that I may commit it forever to my memory.”

“I don’t know…” guilt played at you, “we’ve already crossed so many lines.”

“Please, Brad.” She began to move, to lift the dress she wore, revealing her perfect body.

“Just one last time…”