John prepares the bedroom

I sighed, defeated. "Fine, I'll go get the bedroom ready."

I stomped past a smiling Rob, the jealousy burning from within my chest. Sensing that something was wrong, Rachel gave me a slight pat on the back.

"It's alright, honey. I'll make you something delicious for dinner!" She chirped. "Tonight should be a celebration!"

"Whatever" I sulked out of the living room.

From within the bedroom, I could hear faint whispers from Rob and Rachel. They weren't like their interactions during the massage; Rob wasn't asserting his dominance over my dumb wife. Their words seemed gentler, almost like they cared about my feelings.

I got to work, removing my things from the bedside table. I really hoped Rob wasn't going to sleep on the bed, but I knew my hope was misplaced.

The minutes seemed to fly by, the room slowly transforming from the quarters of a happy couple to something more sterile, ready for an alien addition to take my place in my wife's life.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring.

"That's strange" I muttered to myself. "Who could be arriving home at this hour?"