Trent’s POV Part 1

I was only going to rinse the cups and coffee pot and put them in the dishwasher, but decided to fill the sink with warm soapy water and do them up myself.
The house was quiet and peaceful, the only thing I could hear was the gentle crackle of the fireplace. Sometimes I thought I could hear the occasional snore from Remington upstairs.
(Though Remington always insists he never snores. Ha!)


When I get time to myself, my thoughts tend to wander in all sorts of different directions.
I was so frustrated with that man of mine. He’s had that damn cold for weeks now.
Instead of taking care of himself and resting a bit, he goes full steam ahead. He could at least be drinking fruit juice and starting his day with a decent breakfast, but he hasn’t changed a thing in his normally unhealthy routine. The man lives on coffee until dinner time.
Remington also thinks that I don’t know he’s smoking again. He normally takes up the habit when he’s under a lot of stress.
The only reason I haven’t confronted him is because he has been so busy with all the fashion lines and campaigns he has going. Everyone wants the Remington Mansfield name on their products.
I couldn’t help but feel proud, Remington’s star was only getting brighter.
Unlike most famous designers, he never just sold his name to the highest bidder. He had to be part of the project. He helped with research and came up with the designs of the product himself. He also had to know where even the tiniest little sewing notion came from.
Phelps Department Store alone was launching Remington’s Day to Evening Wear, After Hours Lingerie, Mod Teen Wear, Flower Power, Mod Madness, as well as a line of furs, evening gowns, handbags and luggage.
I tried to over look it when Remington was high strung and crankier than normal at the office.
Last night Remington stayed up late sketching a clothing line for pre teens.
He also mentioned that he wanted to come up with mod clothing the over fifties set could enjoy.
The man never quit working or dreaming up new ideas.


I just feel that with his heart condition he should be more responsible about his health.
The very thought of Remington ever dying on me always made my insides go cold.
I took comfort in the fact that Remington had been sick like this before. He’s been in the hospital more times than I can count, and always bounced right back. However; if that cough doesn't clear up in a couple days, I'm dragging him kicking and screaming to the doctor.
I had every intention of meeting the Grim Reaper first and only then when Remington and I were well into our elder years.

Then my thoughts went back to Helen......