Blog, interrupted

Claire paced in the foyer nervously. She chewed her bottom lip and wrung her hands over and over. Dan would be home any minute. She would have to tell him. He has to know. Back and forth she circled, every once in a while pausing to peek out of the front window. She stopped pacing long enough to look at a picture on the table. A family portrait. Everyone looked so happy. But it seemed different now. Like a completely different family. Life as they knew it was changed forever. How would Dan react? Would he leave? Would he scream and yell?
Just then she heard Dans keys in the lock of the front door. Her stomach was in knots as she stood there waiting for him to enter. He opened the door, briefcase in one hand, keys in the other. He met eyes with her.
"Hi honey." He gave her a kiss on the cheek, dropped his keys on the table and started down the hallway.
"Dan. We need to talk."
Dan froze where he stood, slowly turned around and put his briefcase down. He studied her face, looking for any sign of what she was about to say.
"Whats the matter Claire?"
"Dan, lets go into the kitchen. I made some tea."
Dan followed Claire into the kitchen, mind racing with all kinds of suspicions. He sat down and watched her pour two cups of tea, add one cube of sugar in each and carry them to the table. She sat down and stared at him for a moment.
"Dan."
"Yes Claire."
"Im not sure how to begin."
"Just tell me Claire."
" Well Dan, we've had a pretty good life haven't we? I mean with the kids and all."
"Yes, we have. I mean, we do. Claire, whats this all about?"
"Well, its little Johnny."
"What about Johnny?" He sat forward in his chair, holding his tea cup as gingerly as he would hold the hand of his precious 4 year old son Johnny.
"Oh Dan. This is so incredibly hard."
"Dammit Claire! Just say it!!!"
Claire burst into tears and said the five words she had hoped she would never have to say.
"He wont take naps anymore!"
Dan sat frozen, eyes welling up with tears that he tried hard to blink back. He looked up at the ceiling, noticed the glob of spaghetti stuck there from lunch with Johnny two days ago. He turned his head to the side and saw the remnants of the digital camera he bought a month ago, that his beautiful son took apart. Who knew there were so many tiny pieces in there?
No more naps. What does this all mean? How will we survive this?
He wiped his tears and grabbed his wifes hand.
He looked at her and lied with all he had.
"We will get through this. I promise you. We will."
"Oh Dan!" She leaned in and kissed his hand. Knowing damn well he was lying through his teeth. But she loved him even more for it.