"Hello?" huh

" Uh sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number." I said when a woman answered the phone. I shook my head and dialed hid number again.

" Hello?" huh? Why was a woman answering TaylorÕs phone, and at three in the morning at that?

" Uhm, is this 574-4568?"

"Yes, who is this."

" This is Hayden, TaylorÕs wife, who are you?"

" Oh! IÕm Cassey. Do you want to talk to Taylor?"

" Yes." I waited until Taylor picked up the phone.

" Hello?"

"Taylor?"

" Hayden? What is it?"

" Brian, heÕs sick."

" Oh my god. Is he ok?"

" I donÕt know weÕre at the hospital waiting on the doctor." I heard giggling in the background. What in the world? I just looked at the phone and shook my head again.

" Hold on just a second." I heard him try to cover the phone. What he didnÕt know was that he did a very bad job of it.

Ō Cassey stop. HaydenÕs on the phone.Õ

Ō So? This means what to me? When are you leaving her. I canÕt wait forever Taylor.Õ

I heard him let out a sigh.

Ō Not yet. Just wait a little longer. Please?Õ

Ō Fine, but only because itÕs you.Õ I heard them kiss.

Taylor got back on the phone and I restrained myself from crying for the moment.

" IÕll be down there in a minute ok Hayden."

" DonÕt bother. You obviously have somewhere youÕd rather be." I hung up the phone and broke down into tears.

I couldnÕt believe it. He was cheating on me. How could he? Why would he? He was leaving me? I thought we were in love? I thought it was forever. How Could I have been this wrong? I pulled myself together when the doctor came in.

"hello Mrs. Hanson. IÕm Dr. Jones."

"Hi Dr. Jones."

" I understand that Brian has a temperature of 103.1 degrees and he threw up?"

" Yes, thatÕs right." Dr. Jones nodded, he went over and looked over Brian.

" Mrs. Hanson, Brian has the flu. HereÕs a prescription for is nausea and his fever. If heÕs not better in to weeks then take him to his regular doctor."

" Ok. Thank you." I picked up Brian and after signing all the necessary papers, we left. We got home around 5:00. Diana was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and reading when I got home. I smiled at her briefly before I went to put Brian in his bed. He had fallen asleep on the way back from the hospital. I came out a few minutes later to go talk to Diana. She had always been like a mother to me. Even more so after my mom passed away last year.

" HowÕs Brian is he going to be ok?"

" Yeah, heÕll be fine. He just had the flu. He should be better in a week or so." I said from the kitchen while pouring myself a cup of coffee. I sat down on the couch and looked up at the family portrait above the mantle piece. I started crying when I saw TaylorÕs face.

" Hayden? WhatÕs wrong?" Diana asked abandoning the rocking chair and coming to comfort me on the couch.

"ItÕs Taylor. HeÕs cheating on me." I said crying into her shoulder.

" Oh dear. Hayden how do you know?"

" I called him on his cell phone... abou... about Brian and Cassey ans...answered the phone. I told hi...him Brian was si...sick and he told me to ho...hold on. I heard him talking to Cass.....Cassey. She as...asked him when he was going to lea...leave me. He sai...said soon." I explained through sobs.

" Oh my, thatÕs awful. Hayden IÕm so sorry." She said rocking me. I cried for awhile and then finally tried to pull myself together. ThatÕs when I heard a car drive up in the driveway. The front door opened and Taylor stepped in.

" I better leave." Diana said, while standing up. She said good-bye to Taylor and then left.

" What are you doing here? WouldnÕt you rather be with Cassey?" I spat her name like it was venom.

" Hayden I..."

" DonÕt," I said cutting him off. " I want you to get your stuff and I then I want you to leave. Whatever you canÕt fit into a suitcase. IÕll pack and send wherever you want, but I want you gone. You can say good-bye to Miranda and Brian but then I want you gone and I want you out of here in an hour, absolutely no longer than that."

" Hayden please. You donÕt mean that."

" Yes I do Taylor. I heard everything you and Cassey said and I want you to leave."

" But Hayden, thatÕs not fair. You canÕt just ask me to up and leave at 5:30 in the morning."

" Nobody said life was fair Taylor. If it was we wouldÕve stayed in love forever."

" Hayden... please... donÕt make this any harder."

" IÕll make it as damn hard as I want to. Now go, pack, leave, and donÕt ever come back." He left the living room and went to pack. He was done in 15 minutes and went to say good-bye to the kids. I watched him say a tearful good-bye to them. I cried just watching them. I didnÕt want him to go, but how could he stay? He had cheated on me. I couldnÕt stand the thought that he had kissed another woman, much less held another woman in his arms. He gave me on last tearful glance and then left. I lost it after that. I broke down into complete hysterics on the living room floor.

Miranda eventually came out to see what was wrong. When I didnÕt answer her she went to call her Grammy. Diana was over five minutes later. She tried to comfort me. Eventually I calmed down enough to go to bed. She offered to take care of the kids that day. I thanked her and fell asleep. I woke up around 3:00 and decided to go ahead and call my lawyer. I filed for divorce. The papers would be sent to here and then to Taylor once I had signed and returned them. Diana had taken Brian and Miranda back to her house. She offered to keep them for a few days while I packed up all of TaylorÕs stuff and tried to pull myself together. I started with his clothes. I had just put the last shirt in a box when I noticed some of our wedding pictures on the bottom of his drawer. I took them over to the bed and looked through them. WeÕd gotten married on a chilly winter day in December. It had been a sunny day though, all our friends and family had been there. It had been so wonderful. I laughed as I remembered ZacÕs toast. I cried when I remembered TaylorÕs. HeÕd said something being in love forever, and growing old together. I cried because that wasnÕt going to happen now.

I packed up the rest of TaylorÕs clothes and then went around the house picking up his things or anything that reminded me of him and packed it up in boxes. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day and night were no different neither was the third, or fourth, or the rest of the week. Some nights IÕd even wake up in the middle of the night due to some sad dream. They were always about Taylor and I always ended up in tears. Especially on Friday when I got the divorce papers in the mail. He had signed them all I had to do was take them down to my lawyer and it would be official. We had a court date in three weeks to decide custody. I had already decided to give him joint custody. The kids loved their daddy too much for me just to take them away from him.