Happy Anniversary!...Or Not

The whole kitchen started to smell like hash browns and hay bacon, eggs were sizzling and the coffee percolating and soon to be ready to consume. Music was playing from Amethyst’s phone, a rather energetic tune that matched the feeling she was feeling.

She created their plates just as Duke came downstairs, wearing his robe and pjs shuffling down the stairs.

He stops when he sees his wife sway and dance, her long bushy tail happily swishing.

“Morning,” Duke greeted, watching Amethyst dancing.

"Oh, morning, Duke." Amethyst responded as she placed their plates on the table before going over to her husband and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "Happy Anniversary, honey."

Duke tensed up when she said that. He wraps his arms around her waist. "O-oh?" He says with hesitation in his tone. "That's today?"

Amethyst giggled, thinking he's just playing. "Why yes, you silly goose." She said, looking up at him. "Breakfast is ready," She lets go of him before going to her seat and sat down.

Duke watches her go before looking at the food she made for them. He tugged at the collar line of his robe before joining her. "Wow, Ames, this looks pretty good here," he said.

"Why thank you. " Amethyst responded, her hand reaching for her fork. "I got something for you, several something's," she said. "In comparison, it's nothing compared to your amazing gift."

Duke nearly choked on his food when she said that. "W-what gift?" He asked hesitantly.

"Oh okay now I know you're joking." She said, getting up from the table and grabbed the tickets off the counter and placed it on the table.

As soon as Duke saw those tickets to Las Pegasus, he started sweating bullets. "O-oh! That gift."

"A three week vacation to Las Pegasus, all expenses paid. Is this what you mean by making things up for me?" She asked with a teasing purr, reaching across the table and grabbing his hand.

Duke held hers, feeling his hand was some reason clammy. " You okay? You're kinda sweaty a little. "

"Heh, when around somepony as hot as you is in the room, sweat happens. And yes, this trip is definitely for us." Duke said nervously.

Amethyst snickered, " Oh I can think of a much better way to sweat." She responded with a flirty gesture. Just because she's married doesn't mean she stops being flirty to the colt she loved.

She stared at him for a moment then, reading into his body language. Before she was going to ask him why he looked so nervous, the two of them heard a phone go off.

Duke quickly let go of Amethyst's hand, dug into the pockets of his robe and pulled out his cell. "Oh hon, I gotta take this." He said, staring at his screen and getting up from his barely touched food and walked out of the room with the phone.

Amethyst watched him leave. What would be so important that he has to leave the room to talk to whoever's on the other end of the line? And on their anniversary too?

She was almost done with breakfast before she saw Duke coming in the kitchen. She turns to see him and immediately frowns.

He was in his work clothes.

"Duke, you can't be serious." Amethyst said, looking at him.

Duke sighed deeply. "Yeah, that was my boss, he wanted me to come in." He said, adjusting to his cufflinks. "He wants me to go up to the office and go over a few things."

"On a Saturday?" She arched one of her brows up. "Can't it wait?"

He shook his head. "You already lost your job, I gotta keep up mine." Her ears fell flat at that. "I'll only be gone for a couple of hours. We got three weeks to make up the time, remember?" He walked over to her, placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a light massage before kissing the top of her head. "Just trust me, the second I'm home, I'm all yours."

Amethyst looked up to him with uncertainty. " Before you go, can I at least give you one of your anniversary gifts?"

" Sure, sweetheart. " He said before letting Amethyst scoot back from her seat and get up.

She went to the living room, walked over to a cushioned footstool, lifted the top up to reveal some storage inside the stool. She grabs a small colorful box from inside.

Amethyst closes the top before heading back to Duke. She hands him the box. "Happy Anniversary."

"Aw, thank you." Duke said before he tears open to reveal a leathered rectangle case. He flips the lid open and it was revealed to be a nice looking watch. The leather was black and the device itself was chrome with three different ways to tell time. Expensive looking too.

"Not bad for a retail salary, right?" She responded with a small chuckle.

"Ames, this looks amazing, I wanted one like this for ages!" Duke said enthusiastically, taking the watch out of the case and putting it on his wrist. "Perfect fit," he said, showing it off to her. " Thank you. okay I gotta go now." He gives her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Could you go and pack for me while I'm out?"

"Yes, dear." Amethyst said before he left.

Once he was gone, she buried her face in her hands. "He's just going to work… he's just going to work," she said to herself. Trying to get this nagging feeling to stop. Trying to think positively on their anniversary.

However, this heavy feeling was weighing down on her shoulders. “Should I go and double check…?” Amethyst muttered, contemplating if she should check to see if his boss really called him in. She wants to give him the benefit of the doubt but she doesn’t know if she could.

A couple of hours go by and Duke hasn’t come back. An hour went by and he still was a no show.

Amethyst, by that time, had finished packing her two suitcases for the three weeks they’ll be gone, hers and her husband’s were on the bed. Having to change to a cute dark blue long sleeve dress, the dress was short so it was six inches above her knees, showing off her long legs, having her hair and makeup done just to look good for her husband when he gets home…

After getting her clothes together, she twists her wedding bands before grabbing her phone and calling her husband.

After a couple of long rings, he picked up. “Hey honey, I was about to call you.” he said with a huff.

“Hey what a coincidence,” Amethyst muttered, having the phone on speaker so she could hear him more as she was now starting with his stuff. “How was work?”

“Work was good, I just left a few minutes ago and I’m going to pick up a few things then I’ll be on my way home.” He said. “What are you up to?”

“Getting your clothes together, I just finished packing mine.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, you too.” Amethyst said and before she could tell him that she loves him, he hung her up again.

Sighing heavily, deciding to take a break, Amethyst walked downstairs, walking over to the kitchen and went over to the wine rack. She grabbed a bottle of red wine and a glass and poured her some.

Taking a long drink, she hears her phone pinged. She went to check and saw that it was a text message from a friend of hers. A friend named Windy Wilds, a mutual friend between her and Duke.

Hey Amethyst, U there?

Amethyst took another sip with the glass in one hand and she texted back with her free hand. Yeah, I’m here, what’s up?

I was taking my daughter out for ice cream….Look who I see across the street. Amethyst spat and choked on her wine. She was sent a photograph, it was of Duke and this red and white spotted mare with curly blonde mane and tail wearing this tight black mini dress.

And the two were kissing!

“Who the fuck is this bitch?!” Amethyst shouts in anger at the picture, gripping at the phone before texting her friend.

WTF!? Who the hell is she?!

I don’t know, but he’s real friendly with her. I’m sorry Amethyst, thought you should know.

Thank you…

She drops the phone on the counter, laying the palm of her hands on the counter top. Seeing that photo started to make things a little clearer: Him suddenly working late, coming home at the dead of night, his so called “business trips”? The way he acted during breakfast, especially when mentioning Las Pegasus.

They weren’t even meant for her! But him and his mistress!

Snarling, Amethyst grabs the bottle of wine and throws it at the wall with a wail. It shattered on contact and wine was dripping down the wall. She stormed from the kitchen and raced up stairs to the bedroom.

“He wants me to pack his clothes, I’ll pack his fucking clothes alright!” She growls as she goes to the closet and pulls all his suits that were hung on the racks off and slams them in his suitcase, tears streaking down her face as she takes each item of clothing and stuffed the case to the very brim.

She hunts down every pair of pants, underwear, shirts, every article of clothing she could find, puts them in the bag, she stomps back downstairs momentarily, goes back to the kitchen and to the fridge.

She takes out not just leftovers from dinner last night, she grabs every leftover she had cooked and made for the past week and carries them all back upstairs, back into the bedroom.

Amethyst then proceeds to dump everything all over his clothes, smearing every clothing item with the food.

Yelling out every nasty insult she could think of as she defiled Duke’s clothes. She then closed the suitcases and carted his belongings down the steps.

BANG BANG BANG BANG! Something pounded at her front door repeatedly

Amethyst jumped when she was halfway down the stairs. She could just barely see through the stained glass window that there was a large frame standing in front of her door.

She slowly set the suitcases down on the steps, wiping her hands clean on the cases before making her way down the rest of the stairs. As she got closer, the creature on the other side pounded the door again a little harder this way around.

“Who the hell is this asshole?” Amethyst muttered. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” She responded frustrated. She was not in the mood to deal with anyone and really not in the mood to deal with this impatient asshat!

She gets to the door, unlocks it and opens it up to see who was pounding at her door.

Standing outside on her porch, was a tall orange male pegasus that stopped midswing to pound the door again.

The two locked eyes as they both recognized each other…

They briefly met yesterday.

“You?!” Both of them pointed at each other.