He materialized naked and shivering like he always did, his head swimming with the dizziness and disorientation that was common with the time shift. As it passed he felt a smile creep across his face. She was here, he could feel it.
Standing up slowly, he looked around. He had come back to their house again, the house they had first made love in. He had no idea what year he was in. It didn’t really matter, he decided. All that mattered was that he would get to see her again, be with her again.
“Darling, I am home!” He called out.
The lights came on and he saw her at the top of the stairs, beautiful and breathless. Longing filled him as he started up at her. She was so close now that he could smell her perfume. He took a trembling step up and reached out a hand towards her.
“You bastard! Get out! What the hell are you doing here? I will call the cops, you son of a bitch! You know that I have a restraining order! I’ll see your dumb ass in jail,” she screamed, stabbing a pale finger at him.
Dumbfounded, he paused. She was so angry. He had never seen her like this before. In all of the times that they had shared, she had always been ecstatic to see him. He ducked as she threw a shoe at him and he retreated a step or two.
“You think you can just come in here like you own the damn place? Screw that, you asshole! Where is my child support? Where is my alimony? My lawyer says that you owe me no matter what damn year you think it is,” she shrieked at him as she walked down the stairs.
“I, um, uh…” he sputtered.
“Get your cheating, time-traveling ass out of my house and send me my money! Seriously, I gave you the best non-linear years of my life and this how you repay me? Get the hell out, now!” She shook off her other shoe and flung it at him.
It struck him right between the eyes and the sudden pain of it sent him reeling backwards. Even as he fell, a thought filled his mind.
As the time shift took hold, the thought stayed with him.
Wherever this shift tossed him, it was time to have a little discussion with his beloved.
It was definitely time to talk pre-nup.
© 2010 C.S. Anderson
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