A New Love (BreakFromReality x wolfgirl)

[wolfgirl]

She finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the full length mirror to take a good look at herself. The hairdresser had given her a new haircut, her blonde bangs swept to the sides and ending just above her shoulders. The rest of her long hair was gone, a pity but admittedly she was happy with the new look. Still, she wondered if her husband would even notice. He always said that he was busy with work and was tired whenever he reached home. It was not like she doubted him, it was just that their fun times seemed to be dying off these days.

Eliza knew that she could no longer look like how she was in her twenties, but she was proud of what she had done recently to improve her looks. The new haircut was just one of the items on the checklist. A recent gym membership meant that she was now working out more frequently and she had been careful with her meals. She took a look at her own body, studying her arms. A lot more toner than before. Even her tummy was less flabby and toned up, which meant she was now able to fit into a dress size 6. When was the last time she wore such a size? She smiled, feeling satisfied with her progress and slipped onto a new pair of jeans. Her old ones were tossed away, too large for her now.

She grabbed a blouse from the warerobe and slipped it on, her hair under a towel as she walked out of her room. There was no one at home so far, so perhaps she could perform some light housework after taking a little nap. Down the stairs she went, taking a seat on the sofa. She closed her eyes, letting her sore muscles melt into the leather. Damn, the workout today was really intense.

 

[BreakFromReality]

Evan pulled into the driveway at his usual time, having just gotten out of school for the day. He was looking forward to a night of doing nothing -- he had gotten his classwork done during study hall, and he also had the night off from his part-time job. It'd be a night in front of the TV or his laptop, or even both at the same time...and he was perfectly OK with that.

With his backpack over his shoulder, he opened the garage and made his way inside the house.

"I'm home!" he called out, without a response.

The 18-year-old senior shrugged and set his backpack by the steps, then walked toward the kitchen and living room, wearing a T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He was about to grab a snack from the refrigerator when he looked into the living room, seeing his mother sprawled out on the couch, eyes shut.

"Mom?" he asked. "You up?"