Signed. Sealed. Delivered.

Mike and I had just had a session of great morning sex in my bed.
It was really early and still dark out; Mike had to be at work by six in the morning to cover a shift for Tony. He gave me a deep kiss before whining.

“I could call in sick.” He whined.

“No, you promised Tony you’d be there.”

“But I’d rather stay in this nice, warm bed with my hot, naked girlfriend.” He kissed me again.

“I’ll be here when you get back.” I said.

“But I could do this right now instead of later.” He said. He rolled on top of me and pulled one of my legs around his waist.

I giggled while he slowly kissed down my neck as I ran my hands up and down his back.

“Mike, you’re going to be late.” I whispered into his ear.

“I don’t care.” He mumbled on the nape of my neck.

“Yes you do.” I laughed.

Mike dramatically collapsed on top of me.

“Ugh, you’re right. It’s hard being so perfect.” He joked.

He popped up and sat on the edge of the bed next to me and looked confused.

“You never opened it?” He asked.

“Opened what?” I said. I followed his gaze to my nightstand where Maggie’s letter was sitting, still sealed, “Oh, I guess not.”

“Why?” He asked.

I shrugged.

“I guess, it’s enough just knowing she apologized. I don’t need to read it.”

“How can you not be curious about what she wrote?” He asked skeptically.

“I don’t know…I’m just not?” I started getting annoyed, “Why do you care so much. It’s my letter. I can do what I want with it.”

Mike put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay…sorry I asked.” He got up and walked into my bathroom and closed the door. After a few seconds I heard the shower turn on.

I stared at Maggie’s letter.  I wrapped myself in my bed sheets and walked around my room staring at it some more. I decided to read it and get it over with. I grabbed it off the night stand and ripped it open.

               Faith,

I’m truly embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior and how I treated you. It’s no excuse, but losing my mother was hard for me to deal with and I took it out on you because it was easier to hate you than it was to grieve over such a permanent and substantial loss. To your credit, you were kind, understanding, and supportive of my family during such a hard time and I reacted to that with anger, jealously, and pettiness. You’re a much better person than I made you out to be during our argument and I’m truly sorry for that. I hope we can recover from this for Mike’s sake. I hope things work out between you two and that one day I’ll call you family.

Sincerely,

Maggie

Tears came to my eyes while I read it. I was touched but I was also overcome with guilt. I placed the letter in the drawer of my night stand and sat in my bed, feeling awful. I had to tell Mike about what happened with Brad and I will. Soon.

Mike had finished showering and came out with a towel around his waist. He saw my sad expression and caught me wiping a tear away. My face felt hot and I looked away from him. He kissed my forehead before sitting down next to me.

“I’m sorry that I upset you.” He said looking into my eyes.

“You didn’t make me mad. I’m just picking fights because of being spread so thin at work.” I smiled sadly.

Mike held my chin in his hand and gave me another kiss.

“It’ll get better once Bruno finds a replacement head bartender.”

I nodded and then made him a cup of coffee while he got dressed for work. He gave me a kiss before he left.



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