My Wife

Writing prompt: Dude, I think your wife is an eldritch god

I am happily watching her singing to the kids and creating pictures of alternate realities to go along with her song when I remember what Brian said to me this afternoon.

“Dude, I think your wife is an eldritch god.”

“Yeah I know.”

“What? You knew and you married her? Wait, did you know before you married her or after? When did you work it out?”

“Whoa, whoa, hold your horses there partner. One question at a time. Yes I knew when I married her, and that answers the next question. As to when I worked it out, I think it was the third time we got an open table at a fancy restaurant that were passing by and she suddenly wanted to eat there. No way anyone natural can be that lucky.”

“After that I started watching her a bit closer and noticed how lucky she was. And then I started to notice that it wasn’t luck as she was creating opportunities where she was just in the right place at the right time. Which explains why I suddenly noticed my untied shoelaces and bent down just in time to be kneeling at her feet and then see her when I stood up and was smitten with love.”

“She’s a lovely, giving woman and no matter what her real form is, I love her and our kids and isn’t that all that matters?”

“Wait. You’ve seen her real form? And you aren’t insane?”

“Well yeah. And I’ve been insane about her for years. And her form doesn’t drive people insane, it’s just that some people can’t handle the psychic backlash as they try to view a 5th dimensional creature with a 3rd dimensional mind. If you aren’t capable of understanding it, she can be a shock but she doesn’t drive people insane. They were already insane and it just makes them show it more. Besides the kids love to see her change and it makes them laugh.”

We spent a few hours just talking about random stuff after that and the party died down and everyone went home. All the kids needed to get to sleep and we all had work in the morning anyway.

“Hi honey. Did you have a good talk with Brian this afternoon?” my wife said as she walked in from the kid’s room.

“Yes.” I replied as I stood up to give her a loving kiss and then we snuggled back down in the recliner.

“Brian finally worked it out and he wanted to let me know all about you, you eldritch being you.” I laughed as I knew she already knew everything we had talked about and what we were even thinking.

It’s a bit hard to try and keep a secret from someone who isn’t limited to the third dimension and is capable of rewriting ‘reality’ to her liking with a whim. It really makes keeping birthday and anniversary gifts a pain. But we make it work.

My wife looked at me and asked, “Do you think he will work it out that Sharon is just like I am?”

“Nah, he’s too in love with her to think about the little things she does to keep them going. She loves him and that’s all that matters to him as he loves her just as much. It’s going to be fun when their kids start to show what their mom gave them.”

At this we both started laughing and unfortunately this woke the kids who came floating out rubbing their eyes and asking us what was so funny.

“Just something to do with Uncle Brian and Aunt Sharon kids. Just waiting until he figures out what Aunt Sharon is.”

At this the kids started laughing as well and we got up to collect them and take them back to bed.

They are human and eldritch being but still kids and need their sleep.

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