He was not ready. He knew she was upset, but not in a million years would he have guessed Emma would be the cause of any trouble in his life. He was bewildered and at a loss of words. Well he wasn't at loss of words, just that any word would spell doom for him in this present moment. Jenna was in one of those moods. He was sifting through his list of escape tactics in his mind. His aloofness was starting to drive her up the wall. Her growing impatient had reached her foot and it started tapping ominously against the tiles.
Tap, tap tap, tap, tap tap..
Time was ticking, he knew it, more he delayed, more volatile the situation was bound to be.
He felt parched of words, parched of spirit, parched in general, stranded in a desert of the right thing to say.
" Baby..." he started.
" Baby.. why do we have to talk about Emma?". He looked at her sheepishly, large puppy eyes should have diffused the situation, but not today.
"On a first name basis are we?" she knit her bows so tight, her hands fishing, defences engaged, missiles getting ready, waiting for a trigger from him.
Oh! SHIT - was all he could think to himself now. The sirens were blaring in his mind. Fidgeting, sweat pooling in unspoken places.
MAY DAY MAY DAY! - He heard his alter ego and his sanity huddle into the imaginary situation room. He knew she was wrong, but he would dare not utter that phrase unless he wished an early grave for himself. He decided to use sweetness as his last defence.
"Baby, I was 15... Emma was the poster.
She means nothing to me darling.
If I had met you, I would have never seen Harry Potter.
You are so much beautiful than Emma, honey.
You are a complete woman, you are independent, strong, talented and drop-dead gorgeous. Baby, you mean the world to me.
You complete me." He had even used Tom Cruise on her today. He bravely looked at her.
She burst out laughing!
He had been played!
They both laughed. His more nervous.
Was it really over, or was it a practice session? He would know soon enough.
