Daisy's POV
In the end I never brought it up to my husband, instead I just buried my worries within myself and convinced myself that they were not sleeping together. It was nothing more than a stupid card, we were rich so I'm sure it wasn't a big deal like I was making it out to be in my head.
When husband came back, there was a surprise for Eliza in his hands, a huge magnificent dollhouse. When Eliza saw it she exploded with joy, wrapping her tiny hands around his neck.
"Thank you, Uncle!" she was still not comfortable enough calling us Mommy and Daddy but I hope that one day her heart would open up enough and we would be worthy of those titles.
"Do you want uncle to help you take your dollhouse to your playroom?" She nodded excitedly, her little head almost falling off with how intensely she would shake it back and forward.
I smiled tenderly as I watched them, but inside of me was a strange feeling coiled up in my chest as Eliza followed Robert up to her playroom.
A question popped in my mind; why wasn't he like that with me?
It was a stupid question, and I ended up battering myself mentally every time it came up. But yet it still kept cropping up in the corner of my mind, of course I didn't want a dollhouse but…sometimes I wondered if Robert being a great father also made him a great husband too or maybe they were completely different things.
When Eliza talked about how her friends at daycare had their own playroom not with envy or jealousy but simply talking about it with awe my husband had almost immediately promised to make her a playroom of her own, he took the timer off work and painstakingly made the most amazing playroom that any 5-year-old girl would want.
By the time he was done Robert was wiping off sweat from his head, clothes stained with paint and several little cuts all over his arms but he had the widest grin showing it all to Eliza.
That afternoon when I had worked in with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand watching our little girl scream as far as her little lungs could manage. I couldn't help but feel a little sad.
I leaned against the wall, acts of service was one of my biggest love languages and all this time I had convinced myself that it wasn't so for my husband Robert, he never bought me any gifts or planned any special surprise, so I told myself that he expressed his love and other ways but turns out he was also an act of service kind of person too.
So why didn't I, his wife and mate, ever get to experience that?
I gave myself a small slap which was more like a pat on the face to drag my mind back to reality.
How could I be comparing myself to my daughter? What a silly thing?
Just then, I remembered that Eliza said she had been craving some pasta. I checked the pantry and there was no pasta left. So I decided to go out shopping. I already knew that she would spend hours forcing over her new toy and Robert would be there with her looking at her with kind and thoughtful care.
As I was shopping for pasta, a forgotten realization came back to me like a freight train.
Darn it, I didn't have any money in that account anymore.
Because I was doing my best to avoid a fight in what seems to be finally a good patch in our marriage. I had not brought it up again. Luckily for me I had a spare account but it was mostly for emergencies, I guess this would have to count as an emergency I said it myself.
Our anniversary was only a week away, I was determined to reawaken that spark between the two of us. I had already sought for a reliable babysitter that would take care of Eliza while we would be in a hotel enjoying our two year anniversary with a special couple package and one of the most exclusive suites in that very hotel.
Every part of our day had been planned, it was going to be unforgettable to say the least.
Our first anniversary had blurred past because of the miscarriage, but now we were parents and the pain had lessened greatly in my heart.
That was why I was so eager to make this one special, and while I was fixated on my own gift I was wondering what Robert would get for me.
He wasn't much of a gift giver, but this was our anniversary for goodness sake I was going to give him the benefit of doubt and believe that he would scratch together something for me.
When I got back home, I meant my way to the kitchen with the new groceries in hand. It was after dropping the groceries that I noticed some laughter coming from the dining room. My heart began to beat because in the mix of the laughter I heard one that had been a preamble to a lot of my misery as a teenager.
I cautiously stepped into the dining room like somebody stepping into a minefield, and it wasn't caution that was lost.
As soon as they stepped in I noticed plates were already set with half eating meals on each of them.
"Becky?" I spat out spitefully, "what are you doing here?"
Upon hearing my voice Eliza jumped up innocently from her chair and walked over to me.
"Auntie you're back!" She said, throwing up her arms for me to carry her, fighting against the unnerving scene before me. I picked her up but I was still shooting daggers at Becky.
"Hello, sister, I wanted to drop by and see my niece. You see she was tired from playing and really hungry so I ordered some Chinese takeout…" she gestured to the glass noodles and chicken while I thought about the groceries I bought.
"You didn't have to do that, Roberts, didn't you tell my-sister…"
Calling her that word made me want to vomit but I didn't want to fight so obviously in front of my daughter.
"... sister that I had gone shopping for, and would be back soon?"
I did send him a text and even though all he sent back was a like emoji it was enough to tell me that he had seen the text in question.
My husband just shrugged.
"It's not a big deal, we can just eat what you bought tomorrow,"