Life Just Outside The 617

Turning 40

9 ½ WEEKS – Laurel Canyon, CA. – March 7, 2021

We had one of those Netflix and Chill nights last evening. Got caught up in the series, Money Heist, and sort of binged watched a ton of episodes until the wee hours of the morning. Falling asleep and waking up numerous times on the couch together. Both of us being stubborn in not wanting to leave the comfy cozy couch beneath the blanket we snuggled under to the super comfortable bed that awaited us. I don't know what time it was when we got into bed, all I know is that I felt his arms scoop beneath me and carry me back into the bedroom. I only awoke for maybe one-minute tops as he helped me get undressed and laying me back into bed, crawling in behind me and pulling me close. In all of my life, I have never slept so soundly as I do, when I am next to him. His protective arm over me just brings that extra comfort into my life. I can sleep knowing that he will always be here to protect me. Especially from particular things in the outside world from our private bubble.

This Sunday morning, I awoke to the aroma of breakfast in the house. I could smell his attempt at Oatmeal Pancakes and what I believe was perhaps some omelets being made. Just a slight whiff of one particular item on the stove in the kitchen and I went running to the bathroom. Onions. Ever since I was a kid, it was something that I simply didn't care for, the taste nor the smell. I'd normally have them extremely thinly sliced into some foods that I'd consume. But this was a whole new effect happening at the smell of it for me. Not a pleasant one in the least. When I finally could collect myself and step a few feet away from the toilet, I took the cinnamon spray in the bathroom and sprayed our bedroom to help get rid of the smell. I knew myself well enough to realize if I smelled it again, I'd be in the bathroom once more. And quite honestly, this is not how I wanted to start off my day. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed my teeth to get rid of that awful taste in my mouth. As I had my toothbrush in my mouth, I went back out to grab my iPhone off its charger. Rinsed my mouth and then raised my iPhone up to send him a little text. I know darn well by now that yes, he'd old school. But he also keeps his iPhone by his side.

Y/N TXT: Good morning my love.

C TXT: Good morning Mrs. Evans. You're up? 7:30 AM, did you oversleep?

Y/N TXT: I've got several more months of stating the obvious, Baby Fatigue.

C TXT: That's permissible.

Y/N TXT: There will be plenty more that will be permissible Mr. Evans between now and the baby's arrival.

C TXT: I've been reading up on it, I have an idea as to what's coming.

Y/N TXT: That's my husband, wicked smart as always.

C TXT: But of course.

Y/N TXT: Umm, did you do up some onions this morning?

C TXT: Yes, why?

Y/N TXT: Would it be too much to ask you to put those onions outside?

I see three dots form on my phone .... then disappear ...... reappear and disappear. I can hear his feet coming down the hallway and the door opening to our bedroom and closing.

"Y/N?" he questioned entering our bedroom.

"In here." I replied as I could hear him approaching the archway of the bathroom and he froze when he saw me sitting on the floor within striking distance of the toilet. "Are you alright?" he asked as he immediately got down to the floor before me.