In deep sleep, I was startled awake by the sound of loud thunder outside. My phone on the bedside table buzzed several times, but I ignored it, annoyed and rolled over to continue sleeping.
Suddenly, I heard the door being pushed open. Frightened, I thought a thief had broken in.
Just as I was about to get up, I saw the soaked figure of Troy standing before me.
I rubbed my eyes, "Why are you back?"
Seeing me at home, he let out a long sigh of relief. Taking off his drenched coat, he rushed over to hug me, "Felicia, it's thundering outside. I remembered how scared you always are of thunder. So I rushed back from the hotel overnight."
His wet clothes touched my face, the cold dampness making me uncomfortable.
I subtly pushed him away, "You'll catch a cold. Go take a shower first."
For once, he smiled at me gently, "I'll join you later."
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, but I stared at the lightning and thunder outside the window, lost in thought.
Over the past three years, I had undergone countless IVF cycles and Troy had started leaving early and returning late. Sometimes, he didn't come home at all.