Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Elysia felt an uneasy knot forming in her stomach. Why was Tarquin so hesitant to involve the police? Was it fear or distrust that held him back? She couldn't wrap her head around it and pressed on, "Someone's dead, Tarquin. This is definitely something for the police to handle. Why wouldn't you report this?"

Tarquin tried to soothe her worries. "Just rest up and don't stress about this. I'll take care of it."

Elysia remained silent, a storm of thoughts brewing in her mind.

Tarquin shifted the conversation to a lighter note, "The kids still have no idea about your accident. You've been out cold, and I didn't have the heart to tell them. Maybe we should do a video call now?"

Elysia sniffled, "Let's not. They'd be worried sick seeing me like this."

"Did you tell Blossom about it?"

"Yeah, Blossom Blythe knows. She came to see you when you were unconscious. She's back home taking care of the kids now."

"Make sure Blossom keeps this under wraps for me, will you? Just tell the kids I'm out with you on a short trip."

"Sure thing."

Tarquin looked at her, guilt etched across his face, "I'm sorry, Elysia. I should've protected you better."

Elysia shook her head, "It's not on you. The blame lies with those who attacked us! But Tarquin, I still think we should go to the police. This is a big deal, and we need their help."

Not wanting to upset her further, Tarquin nodded in agreement, "Alright, your wish is my command."

Elysia sighed in relief, finally feeling a bit at ease. She then inquired, "What about the survivor? Did he spill why we were targeted, or is he still out cold?"

Before she could finish, Tarquin's phone buzzed. It was a message from Axel: [He's awake.]

A chill ran down Tarquin's spine, but he quickly composed himself, tucking his phone away. "He's been unconscious. The cars involved were stolen, and we haven't caught anyone yet. But there's news. I'll do as you say and get the police on it today."

Elysia could sense his inner turmoil and tried to comfort him, reaching out to touch his face, "You've let yourself go." "Huh?"

"You don't have to stick by me. Go freshen up, change, and get some rest."

Tarquin captured her hand and kissed it, avoiding any talk of leaving. "I've let myself go, you say. Do you still fancy me?"

Without hesitation, Elysia replied, "Of course, I do. You'll probably look even worse when we're old. If I start fussing over your looks now, what will happen when we're really old?"

A spark of excitement lit up Tarquin's eyes. Was she thinking about their future together?

"Once we're old and the kids are grown, we'll ditch them and live our own lives."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Elysia chuckled, "By then, our kids will have their own little ones. I'll be too busy spoiling my grandkids to run away with you."

Tarquin laughed heartily, "Alright then, we'll spoil them together. Wherever you are, that's where I'll be."

Elysia laughed again, "Now go and clean yourself up. You look and smell terrible."

"I want to stay with you."

"I don't need you to."

"But I need to be with you."

Elysia felt a mix of emotions-touched yet heartbroken.

She insisted on him freshening up, not just for his sake but to give him a moment to rest. He looked so worn out and needed a break.

Their exchange was her way of lifting his spirits. She knew he was burdened with worries, and it pained her to see him like that.