After extending the umbrella above the four-chair patio table, Gabrielle sipped on a cup of coffee, topped with cool whip and cinnamon, waiting for Tyson to join her. The morning was sweet, the humid air dampened her skin and while she looked towards the water, she admired the way the sun struck it at different angles which brightened some spots and darkened others, producing a variation of colors.
“Here you are, my dear,” he said setting a plate in front of her. “Let me know how you like it.”
“Nothing?” he responded. “Looks like you’re in deep thought.”
“I was.”
“About what?”
As if you don’t know. Gabrielle took another sip of coffee. “Nothing.” She studied him more, realizing that he was somewhat of a mystery. The fact that she didn’t know every single detail about him seemed to give him an edge. Besides, everyone had a past – some hidden secrets that they didn’t want anyone to know about. Even though Tyson’s secrets were the topic of many rumors, she could see for herself that he was a good man. He’d helped her get back on her feet and rescued her from his cruel, self-absorbed cousin. In the process, he’d fallen in love with her, made her his wife and now, they were sharing breakfast on a most beautiful day.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Tyson said, watching the breeze tackle her hair. The wind had picked up considerably. A storm was in the forecast for the evening hours.
“Okay, okay. So, I’ve been thinking about something,” Gabrielle began with garbled words because she was still eating. “I want to learn the business of restaurants. That’s what you do...that’s what Padma does, so since I haven’t mapped out a career path for myself, I was thinking that maybe I should learn the career of those around me.”
“What?” she asked when she noticed he’d stopped eating.
“I know that, but—”
“But you don’t want to rely on me.”
“Tyson—”
“If you can’t rely on me, Gabrielle, who are you going to rely on?”
“Okay, wait...I think we’re getting off track here. I don’t want to argue, Tyson. I just—”
“Want a career...” he finished saying for her.
“Yes, and I’ve been thinking about one day opening a bakery. Do you realize that there are only three bakeries in Nags Head, and they don’t make the kind of things you make?”
“Yes, I realized that, actually,” he said, feeling his frustration mount. “Do you realize that my annual salary for the last five years have topped fifteen million dollars?”
She continued, “So these existing bakeries are just the powdered and glazed doughnut types. Opening a bakery and making the things you make will be a complete change to the traditional bakery, and having one on this side of the Outer Banks would be a plus, which leads me to this...um...Padma and Lalita are going to a restaurant seminar in Chicago this weekend and I want to go with them.”
“You don’t like the idea,” Gabrielle said.
“You know I have to be in Atlanta this weekend. Remember the discussion I had with you about some new kitchen equipment I’m trying out there before I roll them out to the other restaurants?”
“Yes.”
“That’s this weekend.”
“Well, you could go there, and I will go to Chicago with Padma and Lalita.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Because I don’t want you going there without me. And why, all of a sudden, do you want a career, Gabrielle?”
“I’ve always wanted a career. I don’t just want to live off of you.”
“You’re my wife.”
“I realize that and—”
“Do you realize that, because I don’t think you do? And to be quite frank with you, I’m not sure if I want you to work. It’s completely unnecessary.”
“You are something. You’re my wife...the future mother of my children. I don’t want a wife that’s embedded into a job. I want a family woman.”
“Tell me, Gabrielle...tell me what you want that you don’t already have. All you have to do is ask me and it’s yours...you know that.”
“I want to go with Padma and Lalita to Chicago.”
“Now that I’ve said no,” Tyson said, “You have to make your own choice. You’re grown, I cannot tell you what to do. I’m not a tyrant, holding you hostage in our home and expecting you to do everything I want. All I can do is express my opinion to you and my opinion is, you do not need to do this. Once you get wrapped up in a career, it’s only going to put a strain on our marriage and—”
“I’m not Desiree, Tyson,” Gabrielle blurted out. She’d been thinking it, but his rant pushed her to actually say it out loud.
“I didn’t say you were.”
“But that’s basically the reason you don’t like my idea...you think I’m going to do what she did to you, right?”
“Then what is your vision for us. Can you share that with me?”
“I want us to raise our children.”
“Not yet, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later, right, unless you’re on some type of birth control and didn’t tell me about it. Are you?”
“No.”
“Then you could be pregnant right now, right?”
“All I want is what’s good for our family,” Tyson said, “And what’s good for the family is when the wife stays at home with the kids. Heck, I work from home, so we’ll both be here.”
“Yeah, okay,” Gabrielle said, realizing she was on the losing end of this battle. “Excuse me.” She got up from the table, and rushed off to the bathroom, pacing back and forth. She was too angry to cry and now, she had to tell Padma that she wasn’t going to Chicago.
Gosh, why does he have to be so cut and dry? Gabrielle loved her husband, but it seemed his plans for the family were just that – his plans. For a man so loving and caring, why hadn’t he taken her wants, goals and desires into consideration?