Today is the day my divorce will be final.

As I lie awake in bed, I think about my life with Sam. We had some really good times, like when we bought this house and had the water turned on. Water poured out from underneath the kitchen sink, flooding the kitchen. Everything in the bathroom overflowed and it rained in our dining room. The upstairs pipes had busted, causing water to spill out onto the floor and leak out of the ceiling, all over the freshly waxed table and chairs. It was horrible at the time, but it was something we laughed about for years.

There were also the bad times...like the day he got so drunk and we had argued. He had been drinking a lot back then and we fought about it often. He got so mad that night that he exploded a patio chair against the inside of our garage door...

I cried every night for days after that. Not because of the chair, but because he did it in the first place.

It took him a while, but he finally quit drinking. The night he realized he had a problem, was the night he changed our lives forever...

"I gotta go to work before I can head over to the courthouse," Sam said, stirring me from my thoughts.

He was standing in the doorway to my room, which used to be our room, but when I filed for divorce, he took up residence in our guest room per my insistence. There was no way he was getting this room.

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you later," I mumbled.

I had really just grown distant from him. I still loved him, very much, but I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't hold onto our past life where we were happy- before the drinking, before the fighting, before the car accident. So, I did what a wife shouldn't do...I gave up.

"Ok, I'll see you there," Sam said, sadly.

I heard him go down the stairs and close the front door. I got up from the bed and walked over to the window, watching him drive away. I could see his face through the driver's door window. He looked miserable.

Sam had wanted to keep trying, but my heart wasn't all the way in it anymore. I hated to hurt him this way, but I couldn't go on living a lie any longer.

****

The day seemed to drag on, but finally, the time came to meet Sam at the courthouse. We were the last case of the day, but only because our judge wasn't just anyone. The honorable Judge Eric Jameson is my father.

"You ready?" Sam asked as I stepped off the elevator and made my way over to him.

Sam is painfully handsome. When he quit drinking, he started going to the gym and working out. He got a membership and everything.

It shows.

Sam is ripped. His biceps are defined and rather large. His baby blue pocket tee clung to his chest. His pecs were square and obvious.

I found myself wondering if there was a six-pack under his shirt as well. I hadn't seen him naked in so long, that I could only imagine what he looked like now.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied.

We entered the very big courtroom and took our seats at opposite tables with our attorneys.

I hadn't wanted to involve lawyers, but my father, being part of the legal system, insisted.

My attorney happened to be a friend from my childhood and he did it for free, even though I had told him no numerous times. I'm pretty sure he still has a crush on me, but I'm just not ready for that yet.

"Ok, so everything seems to be in order here," said my father.

"All of the contents in the house will be divided equally among the plaintiff and the defendant. The house will be sold and the remainder of the profits, after the mortgage is paid back to the bank, will also be divided equally. Correct?"

"Yes, your Honor," said Will (my lawyer).

"Yes, your Honor," echoed Sam's lawyer.

"Alright then, if there's nothing further..." said My Dad, stopping to glance at both Sam and I. "I declare that on this day, the eighth day of November, you are hereby divorced."

My Dad turned to look at me. "Do you wish for your name to be changed back to your maiden name?"

"No, your Honor."

He looked a little hurt by my response, but he banged the gavel. "Court is adjourned."

"Bethany, can I see you in my Chambers for a moment?" Dad asked.

"Sure, Dad."

We went into my Dad's Chambers, which had wall to wall books, mostly about the law, but there were a few novels like War and Peace. He had a small desk in the middle with a puffy leather chair behind it. I sat in the wooden chair in front of the desk.

"How are you doing, baby?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "About as good as I can be."

"How come you didn't want to change your name back? I thought you liked our name?"

"I do, Dad. It's just a lot of work to change your name. Guys don't understand cuz they don't have to do it."

That was only half of the truth. The other reason why is because I still wanted to have a piece of him with me.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

"No. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Are you still living together?"

"Just until the house is sold."

"Any offers?"

"None yet, but we'll find someone. It's a nice house. Great for a family."

A pang of hurt stabbed at my heart, at the thought of a family.

"Ok, well, if you need anything, baby, I'm here," he said, empathetically.

"I know, Dad."

My Dad stood up and gave me a hug, pulling me in tightly. He spoke gently, "I'm so sorry, my dear. I thought he was the one."

"Me, too, Daddy," I said, blinking back tears.

****

Later that evening, I was sipping champagne (ok, more like guzzling) and making dinner when Sam walked in, his tool belt around his waist and his shirt clinging to every one of his muscles. My eyes roamed over his body, but I quickly averted them when he looked at me.

"What are you up to?" I asked, curiously.

"Fixing the cabinet doors in the master bathroom," Sam replied.

"I hope I'll be able to take a shower in there later."

"Yes, I'll have the mess cleaned up. Don't worry."

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the stove. I could feel him move closer to me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, kindly.

"Making spaghetti and drinking this whole bottle of champagne, which I think I've almost accomplished," I said, turning around to face him.

He was a lot closer to me than I thought and I about fell into him, but he caught me, his arms wrapping around the middle of my back.

"I'm....I'm sorry," I stuttered, embarrassed.

Sam's eyes looked down at my lips, making them tingle with anticipation. It had been a long, long time since we were intimate in any way and I think somehow, my body craved it.

Sam stepped back and cleared his throat. I quickly moved over to the sink and started doing dishes.

"Ok, well, I'm gonna go get the bathroom cleaned up and then hopping in the shower," Sam said softly.

I refused to look at him. "Ok, sounds good."

Sam headed upstairs and I heard the vacuum running. I went back to making my dinner and cleaning up the kitchen.

When dinner was done, I looked it over and realized that I had made too much for one person. I squinted at the nearly empty champagne bottle.

"This is all your fault," I said to it.

I sighed and decided to climb the stairs to Sam's room to see if he wanted to join me. I mean the man had to eat, too...right?

I knocked on his door, but he didn't answer. I opened it and peered in. No sign of him. I headed to the guest bathroom, but the door was wide open and Sam wasn't there.

Hmm...maybe he hasn't finished with my bathroom yet?

I made my way to my bathroom where the door was closed, but I could see light coming from underneath it. All of a sudden, the door opened and Sam was standing in front of me with only a towel draped around his waist. Water speckled his chest and my...oh, my....his very defined six-pack.

"Oh! I...I...uh," I stuttered, unable to form actual words.

My eyes crept up his body to his sexy smile and gorgeous crystal blue eyes, that bore into me like he was looking into my soul.

I knew I was drooling. Sam's thumb came up and wiped the corner of my mouth. I bit my bottom lip, which used to drive him crazy and for some reason, I was hoping it still did.

"Beth..." he trailed off, glancing at my lip.

We just stood there staring at each other for a moment.

I swallowed hard. "I came to tell you that you could join me for dinner if you like. I made way too much just for myself."

"I'm not hungry," he said gruffly.

My heart sank slightly when he said that and I'm not sure why.

"Ok..." I began.

"At least I'm not hungry for food right now..." he insinuated.

My mouth went dry as I looked up at him through my lashes. He bent down and kissed me, his mouth moving furiously over mine. My whole body melted as his hands roved over it and cupped my breasts. I gave the towel a yank and he stood bare before me, his enormous manhood at attention.

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took me to the bed, setting me down in a seated position. He pulled my clothes off and climbed on top of me, his mouth devouring mine.

He stuck his hand between my legs and rubbed his fingers between my folds, making me even wetter than I already was. His lips moved down to my neck as he began licking and sucking on the tender spot there. Then, a sense of urgency came over me.

"I need you, Sam..."

He stopped kissing my neck and looked at me.

"What?" he asked.

"Fuck me, Sam....Fuck me hard." I commanded breathlessly.

Sam let out a growl and plunged himself deep inside me, making me cry out. "Oh!!"

Our bodies rocked together, hitting all of the right spots. It had always felt like it was meant to be. Our bodies just fit together perfectly; they always have. I gripped Sam's bulging biceps as he slammed into me over and over. He knew I was close.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered and I did.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried as my body convulsed beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

Sam bucked against me, shoving himself in as far as he could go. I squeezed my walls around his cock and could feel it throbbing while he released. I felt our juices drip out of me onto the bed and knew it had been just as long for him as it had been for me.

We laid there a moment. Neither one of us wanting to move because, let's be honest, we didn't want it to end, but....it had to.

I scooted my way out from underneath Sam and went towards the bathroom, gathering my clothes along the way.

"Join me for dinner?" I asked him over my shoulder, trying not to cry.

"Sounds yummy."