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~For Scott, who
never wants to be the “hubby”.
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How Not To Be A Squeaky Toy:
Or the Husband Syndrome
by
Toni Rae
March 2001
**********
“If I ever get remarried again, I am praying
that she does not refer to me as ‘hubby’.”
**********
“Carolyn! So good to see you!” The booming voice rang out across the small
ballroom. Its owner – a older, slightly
portly gentleman, the half-empty Scotch and soda in his hand clearly not his
first – leaned in to kiss the air near her cheek.
Turning slightly,
his eyes alighted on the tall man standing next to her. With a sly wink, he turned, even as he
continued to address Carolyn. “And this
must be the new hubby.”
“Yes. Dave Johnson, Jim Ellison.” Carolyn made the necessary introductions
between the two men.
The formalities
dispensed with, the conversation began to ebb and flow among the small
group. As new people joined them new
rounds of introductions were made.
None of the other
bystanders noticed the slightly pained look that appeared on the tall man’s
face, or the slight blush that stained his cheeks, each time one of her friends
called him hubby.
**********
He grasped the pen
more firmly in his right hand and signed his name to the bottom of the form
with relish. When he made the final
strokes of the date, he heaved a short sigh and recapped the pen.
Finally signing the
papers made everything so final. But
then, their marriage had been over long before the official paperwork ever
showed up on his desk.
You know, one
good thing about this, she won’t get to call me hubby anymore.
He carefully placed
the now signed forms back in the envelope and carefully sealed it. Grabbing his jacket off the coat rack behind
his desk, he headed for the post office.
As he dropped the
envelope into the night depository box – after carefully weighing it for
correct postage – he mentally closed and locked the door behind which he stored
the memories and emotions of his defunct marriage.
**********
“Kathleen
Holmes. Why I haven’t seen you in
ages.” The high-pitched voice rang out
across the restaurant, bringing the observation of several other diners at
nearby tables.
“Actually, it’s
Ellison now.” Kathleen, spared a rueful
glance towards the man sitting next to her.
“Then you must be
the new hubby.” The woman turned her
attentions towards the man at the table.
Her eyes were clearly enjoying his finer attributes. “Aren’t you the lucky one?” Her words were directed at Kathleen this
time.
A faint blush began
to tinge his cheeks at the overly frank appraisal.
“No.”
“No?” Jim couldn’t prevent the startled
exclamation from escaping his lips at his wife’s answer.
“This is my husband,
Jim Ellison.” Katy emphasized the word
husband, her meaning clear.
“Oh.” The other woman was suddenly at a loss for
words.
At this moment, if
possible, Jim fell even deeper in love with his wife. He was never going to be just the hubby to her. For some inexplicable reason, that knowledge
pleased him immensely.
**********
“You get to be the
husband.” The small girl looked up at
the older boy, her three year old face a mask of anticipation.
“As long as I don’t
have to be the hubby.” He answered
almost without thinking. For whatever
reason, his father had always been adamant about not being called hubby – not
to mention Uncles Jim and Blair. As he
uttered the words, his mind almost distractedly catalogued the fact that he was
repeating words previously uttered by most of the men in his family.
“Okay.” Her entire face lit up in a smile at his
acceptance. Ian had always been really
good about playing with her – when he wasn’t being her Guide – but she had been
a little worried that “playing house” might be too much to ask of the older
boy. “But we live downstairs.” She reached over and took his hand to lead
him down the basement stairs.
He took great
pleasure in the lightening of her face.
She had looked so earnest, her small figure held rigid, as if she were
afraid he’d refuse. But he’d
agreed. He could tell that surprised
her by the widening of her eyes. He’d
always liked the younger girl – and wasn’t too proud to show it.
The loft was newly
renovated, at least parts of it were, and she was eager to show him the new
playroom. And what better way to
inaugurate it then with a game of house.
In the kitchen, a
grin broke out on the face of one of the adults. Seeing the questions in his friends’ eyes, he explained. “McKenna and Ian are playing house. But he doesn’t want to be the hubby.”
Soft chuckles filled
the room and knowing smiles crossed the faces of the three men.
**********
“You get to be the
husband.” McKenna turned to the older
boy with a slight smile on her face.
The often spoken words of their childhood play times slipping easily
from her lips. The two months they’d
been apart had been hard for her – and him too, at least she hoped – and she
took refuge in the easy banter of their childhood. This was the longest they’d been apart since she was born, and
she was a cross between nervous and excited.
“That’s fine, as
long as I don’t have to be the hubby.”
Ian easily returned her smile, as he vocalized the easy response. He was grateful for her easy words, their
meaning far deeper than just a little girl’s invitation to play house.
Grabbing her hand,
he carefully placed a small ring with a bright green stone on the ring finger
of her left hand.
“For real?” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“For real. We’ve known it forever, this just makes it
official.” His smile widened as the
knowledge that he’d been able to surprise her sank in.
“So, what do you say
McKenna?” Ian bent down on one knee in
the formal proposal position. “Will you
marry me?” He knew the answer, but felt
the importance of the moment needed to be preserved.
“Of course,” all the
love she had for the man standing in front of her, shining in her eyes.
“Just promise me
I’ll never have to be the hubby.” Ian’s
smile vanished as he stood and then leaned down to kiss her gently.
“Never.” She breathed, before deepening the kiss.
**********
“McKenna
Ellison. Why I haven’t seen you for
ages.” The tall blonde man swooped over
to the couple standing just inside the doorway of the small curio shop.
“Actually, it’s Rafe
now.” McKenna spoke the words shyly,
still not quite accustomed to the idea that she was now officially married to
her childhood sweetheart and best friend.
“Congratulations.” The man turned slightly, “And this must be
the new hubby.”
“No, this is my
husband, Ian.” McKenna grinned over to
her husband, not surprised to find an answering expression on his face.
There was no doubt
that the word hubby was forever going to be taboo in their family.
finis