Babs and mike

Babs and Mike. 4696 words

Babs and Mike had reached the seven year mark. In fact they celebrated their wedding anniversary just a week ago. No kids yet though. Babs was eager but Mike wanted to wait, for them just to enjoy being a couple for a little time more.
They were well into their mortgage having bought their first home during their engagement eight years back. They lived in a comfortable semi detached two bedroom house in the suburbs of Guildford.
They both worked: Mike a telephone engineer and Babs a shop assistant on a part time four day week which suited her fine.
The seven year itch syndrome was beginning to rear its head though, well that’s what Babs thought. Mike had lost some of his zip. Nothing like she thought he was cheating on her or anything like that. He was always predicable: home at a certain time and so on. He still loved her she knew that, just as much as she did him. But their was just something. Just the lack in enthusiasm in that something that used to spark off their intimate relationship. She felt it did not seem vital to him anymore - yet she felt the same way she always did. She just had to find that certain something which could revive all that again.
Perhaps it was her constant pressure upon him for them to have a baby. Was he holding out on her - the excuses and so on, the waiting until it seemed right to start a family. For her their was no time like the present. But Mike could not make a decision.
Anyway, she was not the sort of person to harp on things, perhaps it was just the natural way a marriage went after seven years of bliss. She had to put her mind to other things. Mike was so busy all the time, the place was overdue for a good redecorating.
That’s right, that’s what she’d do. It was down to the DIY store armed with a paint colour card and a browse around the wallpaper section. It was no good talking to Mike about which pattern of wallpaper, which colours and the like, he would be bound to say it was up to her, to do it how she wanted and the rest of it. So she took the bull by the horns and returned home with a good match for the bedroom. That’s where she would start first, the bedroom, freshen it up a bit.
Wasn’t long before she was at it, stripping down the old wall covering and cleaning up the mess. She came to the old mahogany wardrobe which she loathed, but agreed with Mike to keep it because it was an old family heirloom. Pulling it back so she could get to the wallpaper behind was the thing. But she did it by stepping each side out at a time until it was far enough from the wall where she could work comfortably.
It was not until she came to clear up the stripped wallpaper that she found this brown bulky envelope which had somehow appeared from the false base of the wardrobe. Like an excited kid she opened it with curiosity, perhaps there was some sort of treasure left behind, hidden there by the family generations back.
What slipped out of that envelope was about to change her life to some degree, but she was not ready to take in the content of a specialist magazine.

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Babs was talking to her old school pal, Jackie two days later. She’d invited her round for the afternoon when she’d finished at the shop. If there was anyone in whom she could confide it was Jackie. She was out front and straight down the line, no holds barred, she’d say exactly what she thought and that’s just what Babs needed right now.
Babs showed her pal the magazine she’d found and waited apprehensively for what she would say. Jackie carefully looked through at the well stocked picture and information content and Babs was relieved to note that Jackie never even blinked an eyelid.

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