Chapter 6

Taylor's therapist Jeanette told Taylor that the status quo couldn't go on forever. If moving in with Desmond had been a temporary solution to her problem of having nowhere to live maybe it was time to take the next step. Taylor was strong in her recovery and she had established herself in Hillsboro. She could easily find a job to support herself and she could ask Desmond for her cut on the earlier sell of the house although Taylor believed she didn't deserve anything considering all the money she had blown, stolen, embezzled and mismanaged over the years.

"It's not healthy to be living in a home with a man who doesn't trust you," Jeanette told Taylor but Taylor refused to believe that her marriage was over.

Taylor knew that she had been desperate when she was released from the halfway house which is why she begged Desmond to take her in but now she felt confident about herself and hopeful that somehow she and Desmond could find their way back from ruin to save their marriage. She believed that there were prayers in the air that could dissipate the harm she had caused and convince Desmond that she was healthy enough to be trusted again.

"But what if Desmond honestly believes that things can never be normal between the two of you again? Jeanette asked. "Are you willing to settle for how things are? Living in the house with a man who doesn't even want you there?"

Taylor shrugged. "I'll miss him if I leave," she said. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to give up on those prayers yet."

"Maybe there's a shelf life for prayers left hanging in the air from a priest who died thirty years ago," Jeanette said.

Sometimes Taylor wondered if she was pathetic to think there was any sort of future between her and Desmond. Was it better to think their past together didn't mean anything anymore? All Taylor really knew was that she needed to alter the present routine or nothing would ever change between them. That's why her heart began beating fast when Desmond walked through the door that evening. She was cooking supper in the kitchen and she turned to see him standing at the kitchen doorway.

"Hi," Taylor said with a nervous smile.


"My famous hot dog casserole tonight," she said. "It should be ready soon."

He nodded his head to acknowledge the menu.

"How was your day?" She asked.

"Good, good," he said easily and Taylor was glad that Desmond no longer appeared to be miserable about Hillsboro Plastics or his job there.

"My therapist thinks I should move out," Taylor announced bluntly.

"What?" Desmond was caught off guard by the unexpected proclamation.

"She thinks I'm ready to get on with the rest of my life," Taylor explained with a shrug of her shoulders.

Desmond frowned. "What do you think about that?" He asked.

"Well, I see her point," Taylor replied honestly, not taking her eyes off of him.

"Oh." She could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"I know it was unfair of me to ask you to take me in," Taylor told him. "I probably never should have called you from the halfway house. It was unfair of me to make you put your life on hold and take me in considering what happened between us and how I ruined everything. It was selfish of me to use you like that when I should have been responsible for myself."

"I don't mind helping you out," Desmond said quietly.

"And I really appreciate that," she smiled.

"So, when do you think you'll be leaving?" Desmond sighed, leaning against the door frame.

"Do you want me to leave, Des?" Taylor asked, knowing he was never going to volunteer his thoughts or feelings about her.

He looked at her and swallowed hard. "I just want you to be happy," he said before turning and heading for the stairs.

They didn't talk about her leaving when Desmond returned for supper. And he didn't say anything more about it when he helped her clean up after dinner and then he disappeared into the den as usual and Taylor went upstairs trying to figure out if Desmond wanted her to leave or if he was just too scared and confused to ask her to stay.

It was probably best that she leave. If Desmond was unwilling or unable to speak up and say how he felt why should she hang around waiting for him to get with the program? Maybe the prayers weren't in the air anymore and it was time for her to move on – without him if she had permanently ruined their marriage. Taylor realized there was only one way to find out if there was anything left between them.

She slipped from her bed and left her room. It was after midnight and she had heard Desmond come up the stair from his den a while ago. She opened the door to his bedroom and saw in the shadows that he was lying on his bed but she wasn't sure if he was asleep. She walked across the room and climbed into his bed. They hadn't shared a bed together in at least four years. She nestled next to him and contently fell asleep.

The warm rays of morning sunshine steaming through the bedroom window lured Taylor from her sleep. She opened her eyes and saw that Desmond was already awake, staring at her with a perplexed look on his face as their heads rested on their perspective pillows.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"You said that you just wanted me to be happy," she said. She paused for a moment. "This makes me happy."

"You don't want to move out?"

"Never," she assured him. Then her eyes watered up. "If you'll have me," she added with a nervous whisper.

Desmond stared into his wife's eyes for a long moment and then he pulled her to him and kissed her warmly. Taylor returned his kiss with gentle resolve and they both smiled into each other's mouths as if this was an everyday occurrence between them.

"I've always wanted you," Desmond revealed.

There was a noise in the doorway. One of Taylor's helium balloons had somehow escaped its anchor and floated its way up the stairs and into the room. They both stared at the balloon as it lazily floated along the ceiling.

"Tell me that's not an omen," Taylor giggled. "Tell me that's not a prayer in the air."

Desmond studied her face while gently rubbing his finger across her cheek. "I could say it's just a weird coincidence," he said in a low voice.

She looked at him with a knowing smile. "But you don't believe that."

"No, Taylor," he said with amazement in his voice. "I believe it is prayers in the air."

She laughed with delight and gave him a happy hug and Desmond kissed her softly and when he broke away he rubbed his thumb along her lips.

"I forgive you," he barely whispered as he stared into her eyes

"Thank you," she sobbed into his neck. "I vow that for the rest of my life I will do my best to make it up to you."

"Me too," he quietly promised.

Taylor sucked in her breath and sat up on the bed. Desmond wrapped his warm around her back and gently rubbed it. She glanced down at her amazing husband and smiled.

"So, we should make the other room a guest room for so when Amy comes to visit," Taylor decided.

"You should call her," Desmond suggested. "Invite her for this weekend."

Taylor brought her hand against his cheek and softly rubbed it while they stared lovingly at each other in silence as man and wife. Taylor finally leaned over and kissed him and then she hopped out of the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," Taylor announced as she began peeling out of her pajamas.

Desmond watched her strip as if he had never seen her naked before. She grinned once she was totally nude before turning and heading for the door. She stopped in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder. "You coming?"

Desmond laughed as he jumped out of the bed, grabbed the balloon from the ceiling, and followed her down the hall to the bathroom, bringing the prayers in the air with him.