Chapter 147 - I Call It Living With Sin

Not looking where she's going, as she tucks her hair into the towel, she makes her way to the kitchen.  "On second thought, I think I could eat.  Offer still stand?"  she flips her head up and sees Jon sitting at the kitchen table, a look on his face that that tells her something is wrong.   "What's the matter?" she asks, as if the shower had cleansed her of her guilt.  She walks passed him, running her fingers along his back to get some coffee, "Bad press?"

He says nothing.  His eyes are fixed on the image that is boldly displayed in the newspaper, under the words 'unknown girlfriend'.  He knows that's his wife, he bought her the leather jacket that's covering her head, he's very familiar with the shoes that the woman has on - she had them on an hour ago when she got home.  He inhales deeply and quickly exhales, unsure what to do.  He closes the paper, folds it in half and tucks it under the napkin holder that sits in the dead center of the table.  Napkins folding over the sides having been there so long.  He notices that there are Christmas wreaths on them.  "Of course the offer stands, what sounds good?"  He gets up and makes his way to the hanging cookware over the island, "I can whip you up an omelet?"  He can't look at her, he can't make eye contact, "Or would you rather french toast?"

As she pours her coffee and adds her fixings Monica shrugs her shoulders, "Either is good for me, it's up to you."

"Omelet it is."  Jon gathers what he needs to make their breakfast and he does so in silence.  Monica takes a few sips of her coffee and watches him, her feelings are all over the place.  She's looking at the man that she married, the man that she loves and her mind is driving her crazy.  She looks at the way her pinches his lips as he cracks the eggs.  She watches his tongue slightly poke out as he whisks the eggs, but her thoughts quickly shoot back to Erica.  She's still quite mad at him, but when she imagines life without him, her stomach hurts.  When she pictures him with another woman, her stomach hurts.  She needs to figure out the best way to forgive him, she knows he didn't intend to hurt her.  She knows that he loves her and that he will gladly right the wrong - she just isn't sure how long it all will take.

"So, I have to talk to you about something."  she says as she takes another sip of her hot mocha magic.  "Can we talk shop over breakfast?"

"We can talk about anything you want."  he replies, still not able to look at her, "Do you want toast?"

"No, too many carbs."  she says as she takes a seat at the table.  

He places her plate in front of her, his at his seat - the head of the table.  He refills his coffee cup and sits with his wife to eat his breakfast.  From a place he never expected, she asks, "Do you have a master here at the house?"

He looks at her, "That's what you want to talk about?"

She laughs a gentle laugh, "No, I just wondered, would love to hear the finished product."

"I do.  It's in the bedroom,  What did you want to talk about?"  he questions, taking  bite of his omelet, trying to hide the fact that his hands were shaking.  Here he is two feet way from her and the newspaper that holds her secret.  

"Work."

"What about it?" he gulps his orange juice, "Work is good, isn't it?"

She nods, chewing her breakfast.  With a hard swallow, "Yeah, work is good.  Work is great actually.  So great, I've been given an opportunity that I need to talk to you about."

"Oh yeah?" he leans back in his chair after reaching for one of those Christmas napkins to wipe his mouth, "What's the opportunity?"

"Rick is making a movie." she states, with an almost innocent smile on her face.

His stomach turns and his eyes dart to the folded newspaper that lays there, almost mocking him.  "A movie?  Isn't that what you're doing?" he almost mocks her.

Monica can see a little bit of attitude come over his face, but she's not going to let him ruin her mood, "I'm making a documentary, live show film.  He's going to actually do a real Hollywood movie."

"With a script?" he jokes and laughs a little.  "A Hollywood movie?  Can he even act?"

"Jon....." she's a bit unsure of where this is coming from.  

"That's a legit question Monica.  Can he act, cause he sure as hell can't sing?"  he leans forward, elbows on the table, "What does this mean for you?"

She glares at him and he doesn't care.  He can see that she's uneasy and she can see that he's in a mood.  "He wants me to co-direct it."

"Are you serious?"