Dreams of Tamar excerpt

James was taken aback by how tired and worn his wife appeared, but he chose not to say anything in front of the boys. He just looked at her sitting there in their king-sized bed with the rose patterned, ruffled linen. He would have thought it too frilly for himself, but Diedra loved the way it looked and he loved the way she looked in it, soft and delicate.  But now she looked fragile and vulnerable. Terms not usually associated with his wife, despite her petite frame. He and Trevor walked across the room to the bed. James leaned over and kissed Diedra lightly on the forehead.  Trevor climbed up on the bed and did likewise.  Diedra gave Trevor a squeeze and looked lovingly at her husband. “I’m sorry I fell asleep last night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having headaches again?”

Startled by the question, Diedra was silent for a moment, and then “How did you know?” The question was barely audible. James’ gaze displayed that crooked grin that Diedra used to swoon over.

“Woman I’m your husband. I’m supposed to pay attention. Sometimes I may be a little slow, but I usually catch on to what’s happening with you.” He reached over, gently massaged the back of her neck, and asked her if she had taken anything for her headache. As expected, she had not.
Darlene Pryor 
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