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just can’t say to you , so
I say them to him instead . I’m sure you’ve had to do the same
with Sammie. ”
    “No, no,” she
responded, holding up a finger. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to
justify or rationalize thisin
comparison to me whining that you leave your purse in the hallway.”
    “It’s not a—” Sansone stopped his argument when she slowly shook her head in warning.
    “I’m your wife,” she finally proceeded after a
stretch of quiet. “And you didn’t talk to me.”
    “You mean the same way you don’t talk to me?” he
queried, annoyance beginning to prickle at him.
    She glared. “I talk to you.”
    “Do you? Or do you perform verbal gymnastics and
wiggle free?” He pointed towards the front door. “Not too long ago you had one
foot outside, ready to go screaming into the night because you didn’t get the
answer you wanted from the great and powerful wizard of fertility.”
    “Wow,” Nyssa breathed, her eyes rounded. “Just…wow.”
She gave a sharp nod and started around him.
    Sansone took hold of her
wrist to pull her back, only to find his hands empty. “Nyssa, that came out all
wrong—”
    “I can be incredibly fucking bad at expressing myself
when necessary,” she cut in, swinging around before she reached the stairs.
“But I’ve always, always expressed
myself to you before anyone else the moment that I could. You didn’t do that,
Sunny and I thought…” Stopping for a moment, she closed her eyes as if she
couldn’t even stomach looking at him. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. With
a wave of her hand at the couch, Nyssa told him, “Enjoy yourself in Moorea . A week without fear should do you some good,
right?”
    Not another word was exchanged as she trotted up the steps.
He flinched, waiting for the inevitable slam of their bedroom door, only to
receive an audible, but soft click. That was much, much worse.

Three
     
    The quiet bothered her the most. The lack of Sansone’s low,
rumbling voice combined with hers as they went over the events of their
workday. There was no laughter at ridiculous, but entertaining, reality
television. None of his singing from the bathroom as he went about showering in
between complaining that she’d taken his favorite conditioner off the rack
again. There was nothing. And it was killing her, because at least with the
incessant, nonsensical patterns of everyday noise and chatter, she wasn’t left
alone with her thoughts; thoughts that centered on her husband. Skewered was
too melodramatic of a word. She didn’t like it. She didn’t want to use it. And
yet, it felt right in terms of what Nyssa had experienced while listening to
him lay out all of his woes with Luciano.
    “ Sex in my
household has become a chore, Luc.”
    Masochism was the only thing that had kept her on the
line after that statement. She sat through every gritty word of Sansone’s diatribe on what their life had become. It…hurt.
Not to mention the embarrassment. Had she become that ridiculous? Despite what he seemed to think, she cared about
his comfort. But he was a man. And most men lived in a world where “no” was
never an answer to a possible scenario involving them naked. At least her man did. Then again, it begged the
question as to whether they’d been having sex for the fun of it or because she
was concerned with how quickly they could get along with the life creating
process. She thought he’d been
enjoying the constant flow of action. Apparently she was terribly, terriblywrong.
    Nyssa couldn’t even decipher what bothered her the
most—that he hadn’t come to her with
his problems or that he’d been suffering in this silent martyrdom for months on
end. It may have been a combination of both. She couldn’t be sure. What she did know was that sleeping without him
had become impossible. How she’d done it for eight entire years, she didn’t
know. A solid mass of warm, inked up muscle was missing from where it normally