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9

Counting down the days and drawing the trashiest of the trash idea. Totally self indulgent. I apologize for my existence.

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Missing Ring.

Oh crap. Oh crap crap crap. I’m so stupid.

That was all I could think to myself as I searched high and low for this little ring. In reality, it wasn’t little at all. That small band with the large diamond attached could be seen a good distance away but right now it was as if I couldn’t spot it even from point blank range.

I had looked through our bedroom. I had looked in the laundry where I just was. I had looked around the couches and between the sheets of the children’s beds. It was nowhere to be found.

I huffed a frustrated sigh as I got off of my knees and stood up, my hands on my hips. If I didn’t find it soon, my husband was going to kill me.

“Babe?”

I closed my eyes and winced as I heard the front door of our home open, indicating that Eden had just arrived home. “In here,” I reluctantly called out. I could get away with him not knowing I had lost the ring…somehow.

An oblivious smile was on his face as he walked in, dropping his bag to the ground and immediately finding a way into my arms, resting his head on my shoulder as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I laughed. “Long day?”

“Very long. Baby me,” he said in a childish tone.

“I am not babying you!”

“Well just hold me as I fall asleep on your shoulder.”

I giggled and shrugged out of his hold, realizing I had a lot of sneaky searching to do instead of cuddling my husband until he fell asleep. “I have to go pick up Leo and Yanis. I don’t have time.” Really, that was just an excuse for me to get away and try and find this damn ring.

“Fine. Treat your poor husband like he’s nothing and toss me to the side,” he said dramatically as he fell onto the couch, his eyes immediately closing as he propped his leg up on a cushion and got comfortable.

“I love you,” I sang out as I bent down to where he lay, kissing his lips. “I’ll be back.” I rushed up the steps of our home and back to our bedroom to try and continue my search. I realized I had yet to check the bathroom so I decided to visit there first. I rummaged around the sink which was empty aside from Yanis’s toothbrush he had left in our bathroom instead of his own yet again and the various hand soaps and lotions.

No ring.

The chime of the doorbell made my search stop as I curiously headed back downstairs. As I inched closer to the door, I quickly recognized my co-worker Nate smiling in the doorway while my husband didn’t hold such a delight in his face.

“Nate, what are you doing here?” I continued to move closer until I was right by Eden’s side.

“Well I found this on my couch and I figured it was yours.” He reached into his pocket and opened his palm, that familiar, shiny diamond ring glistening as the sun beamed down on it. My eyes widened and the first emotion I felt was thankfulness.

“Oh my God! You found it.” I reached out and grabbed for the ring in his hand, quickly replacing it onto its normal spot on my finger. “Thank you so much. I was looking all over for this.”

“I figured,” he chuckled. “I’m glad I could find it before it got lost in my couch cushions or something.”

“Right,” I laughed, at least able to find amusement in the thought now that I had the ring back in my possession. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave me a smile and another smile to Eden who stood silently at my side before he was on his way back down the steps and towards his car in the driveway. I shut the door behind him.

“You lost your ring?” Eden’s tone was cold as I expected it to be and I turned to look at him, an apologetic half-smile on my face.

“But I found it now. See?” I held up my finger to show the ring in its rightful place. Eden continued on anyways.

“On top of that, you lost it at another man’s house on his couch,” he emphasized.

“To be clear, it was for work. I wasn’t just at his home for my own personal reasons.”

“You go to homes for business now?” That look of skepticism in his eyes showed me so far my story wasn’t believable though it was the truth.

“He’s my co-worker. We had to look over some documents and instead of doing it at the office, we just met at his place.”

“Okay.” That was all he said before he walked over to the bag he had thrown on the floor earlier, unzipped it, and pulled out a jacket. “I’m going to go pick up the boys.”

“Eden,” I whined.

“I’ll be back.” He slipped into the jacket, grabbing his keys from the stand nearby and walking past me and out of the door.

Greaaat.

There was no way he was forgiving me for losing my ring. No way. I groaned like a hormonal teenager throwing a tantrum and collapsed on the couch, allowing my eyes to close as my hands lay over them. I lay like that for quite some time before I got up and reached for my phone nearby, dialing the number of the only person I knew who could help me solve this.

“Hello,” the familiar voice chimed.

“Mum. I need your help.”

“With what? Getting Eden to stop being mad at you?”

My head drew back in surprise as my facial expression scrunched in confusion. “How did you know about that?”

“He called me ranting and raving just before you called me, saying you had lost your wedding ring and not only that but at another man’s home. He also said that you tried to hide it from him and make him look like an idiot while some douche-y looking man got to rub it in his face. Those were his exact words.”

I should have known my husband would call my mother first just as I had done. “He’s pissed at me, huh?”

“Yup,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“How can I get him to stop being mad?”

“Oh, sweetie. You know him better than I do. You’re going to have to get a little creative and figure it out.”

I guess she was right.

I quickly pulled the fresh batch of peanut butter and Nutella cookies out of the oven, reveling in the pleasant smell of the dessert. It was the only thing I could think of that would maybe get Eden on my side. He loved all of my desserts but especially these cookies. He had once made me feed them to him one by one as he lay in bed.

Needless to say, he woke up not feeling so great.

Mourinho wasn’t happy.

They had to be the solution for this too or at least I had my fingers crossed they were. I heard the door open and the fast, running steps of who I assumed to be Yanis who quickly appeared in the kitchen. “Cookies! Cool!”

I smiled at the wide and excited eyes of the boy. “Wash your hands first.”

He needed no further instruction before he was running out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. His father’s steps seemed to trace his as he appeared in the kitchen doorway next, holding a sleeping Leo in his arms.

“I made you cookies.”

“I don’t need them.”

“Oh, come on Eden! How long are you going to stay mad at me? What happened to wanting me to baby you and have you fall asleep on my shoulder?”

I could tell he was fighting a smile. Eden was the type that could never stay mad too long especially when he was faced with humor. “I changed my mind when I realized my wife lost her wedding ring. How did it get off your finger anyway? I paid good money to have that band especially fitted to your finger.”

“I know, I know! I kept messing with it and I guess that just moved it from the normal place its usually at and it slipped off. I would have told you I lost it.”

“When?”

“After I found it.” I began to break into a small smile which caused Eden to chuckle, that lighthearted personality beginning to peak its way through.

“Figures. You know I’m only talking to you because you made these cookies right?” He walked further in the kitchen and grabbed for one of the cookies, immediately popping one in his mouth.

“Those are still hot, babe.”

“I realize,” he said as he spoke with remnants of the cookie still in his mouth and on his tongue. I chuckled, shaking my head some to myself and inching closer towards him, pecking his lips once slowly and then landing another peck to his lips in a quicker manner.

“Stop kissing me,” he remarked through a half-smile.

“Make me,” I taunted.

“Alright fine. I’ll let you keep doing it.” He instead put a kiss to my lips now, unable to keep on being angry. That was my husband.