M – Matching underwear

Before we had children my partner lay in bed, watching TV, whilst I got dressed. I felt his eyes upon me, as I fumbled in my drawers for something clean to thrown on. “Miss P…” he said pausing before the question.

I turned, to face him “Remember when you would always wear matching underwear and always had clean shaven legs?”

“Yes darling, it was an act.” I reply flatly, looking down at my black lacy bra and pink and grey striped cotton knickers, and noticing, for the first time, 2 days stubble sprouting on my legs.

He turned to the TV>”Thought so.”

 

That was before children, after children this…

 

“Darjeeling can you just take the pile of washing upstairs?” he shouts from the kitchen. I don’t reply, but go to do as I’m told. I stop in front of the washing, startled by what I see – on top there is a black satin bra with huge red flowers and matching knickers edged in lace. Oh they’re mine, I just haven’t seen them together since I opened them on Christmas day, 18 months ago.

“Hey come look at this” I shout.

He appears at the doorway. I point to the discovery.

“I know I was a bit freaked out when I saw them on the washing line. I thought you might be having an affair.”

“I think it’s just because we reached the bottom of the washing basket – coincidence they were in the same wash.”

“Yeah. That was my second thought.” he smiles.

No not having affair, just been doing lots of laundry – how dull?

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