A Homeless Hottie Spiced up Our Marriage

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As the alarm buzzed, I peered at the ceiling and felt like somebody had blasted a hammer on my forehead. Yesterday’s bad news had once again spiced up our marriage, but not in the way it should’ve. It also had depleted the energy from my body and made me want to stay in bed and never get up.

I looked at Margaret and saw that she was still asleep. That was the first time in years that she hadn’t woken up at five with me. I couldn’t blame her since she had grown weary of hearing the same answer from the doctor.

My head was craned up and my eyes closed as the water spurted onto my face from the showerhead. My forearm pressed against the tile as I hung my head and thought about how hard we tried to make our dream come true. Nothing worked, and I didn’t know what to do. It seemed that the universe didn’t want to help us or was punishing us because of something we had done.

I turned off the radio as the car started. The last thing I needed was to hear music since there was nothing for me to be excited about. I tried to think of a solution on my way to the office, and the only one I could come up with was an agency. That was our last resort, but it seemed like the only option.

I sighed at the traffic light turning red as I approached. My elbow was on the door, my hand pressed against my head, and my jaw clenched as I kept looking at the light.

I twitched as I heard a piercing, “Hey!” in my ear.

I looked left and saw a girl wearing a slight smile, a baggy, checkered shirt and a beanie. Her skin was so pale that she looked like she hadn’t eaten in weeks, and her brown hair looked dry and thin.

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you think you could spare a dollar?” I pulled out the ashtray, scooped a fist full of coins and handed it to her. “Oh, wow. Thanks.” I nodded. “You shouldn’t look so despondent. You’ve got a lot to be grateful for,” she added.

My forehead wrinkled as I thought about her having the audacity to tell me how I should feel. “You think so?” I asked in a stern voice.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. You’ll have children one day. You shouldn’t lose hope.”

My eyes widened, and my jaw loosened as my lip lowered. “What’d you say?” The car behind me honked. The girl looked at the light, and I saw that it had turned green. “Hey, wait. I want to talk to you,” I said as she walked in front of my car and onto the sidewalk.

I turned right, pulled over and opened the passenger window. “Excuse me.”

She smiled, walked to the car and leaned on the door. “How can I help you?”

“How did you know about that?”

She looked at the seats in my car. “Well, you’ve got a nice ride, so that tells me you’re doing well financially.” She looked at my body. “You’re fit and look healthy, so it can’t be that.” Then, she looked at Margaret’s picture hanging from the rear-view mirror. “I can tell you love your wife, so you’re happily married…for the most part. There aren’t any kids in that photo, and you look miserable. So, I figured that it must be that.”

“You’re smart for your age. How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“I wasn’t as smart as you at that age. What’s your name?”

“Angelica.”

I leaned and extended my hand. “Hugh.”

“Nice to meet you.” She smiled. I couldn’t prevent jealousy from seeping into my heart as I looked at her smile. I had everything more than her, yet I couldn’t even bring myself to curl my lips. “Try to look on the bright side of things and don’t give up hope,” she said.

I kept staring at her brown eyes. Something about the sparkle in them made me feel bad for being negative and pessimistic. I had a lot to be thankful for, but not being able to have children bogged me down.

“Okay,” I said as I watched her walk away.

I thought about what she said on my way to work but forget about her as soon as I entered the boardroom and started giving orders. The only thing that kept my mind off personal problems was work. That’s why I got home most nights after nine and worked most weekends.

At seven pm, I decided to call it a day since I knew that Margaret needed me to comfort her.

I walked into the kitchen and saw pots on the stove. I stuck my head into the corridor and saw that our bedroom door was closed.

As I opened it and saw Margaret lying in bed and facing the window, the energy depleted from my body again. I knew that she was devastated and had lost hope like me. If I could, I would’ve done anything to put a smile on her face, but nothing I said would work.

I closed the door. Food was the last thing on my mind, so I went to the lounge. I slumped onto the sofa and blew out a breath. What the hell am I going to do? I rubbed my forehead and stared at the coffee table while thinking about calling an adoption agency in the morning. It was the only way to make Margaret happy.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for hours while thinking about how unfair it was that the universe had decided to pick on me by not allowing me to have a biological child. It’s not right. I closed my eyes as my jaw clenched. I wanted to shout, swear and punch somebody to rid myself of the fury.

In the morning, I grimaced as I woke up. The tension in my head made me want to close my eyes and never wake up again.

After the shower, I made a sandwich and took two bites, then put it back down on the plate.

The same traffic light turned red as I approached. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Unbelievable.”

Angelica walked in front of the car and leaned on my door. “Hey.”

“Morning,” I said.

“You look miserable again.”

I looked at the steering wheel and frowned. “That’s a nice way to start my morning.”

“You got a dollar?” I opened the ashtray and gave her a couple of bucks. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I see that you still haven’t amassed hope.”

“And you can tell that just by looking at me?”

“It’s written all over your face. You have to have faith, Hugh.”

“I guess. It’s not easy when the whole world is against me.”

She pursed her lips a

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Written by EroticaLust
Cargado December 7, 2021
Notes Hugh's wife can't have , but he meets a homeless hottie that may help him.
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