Despite his very best efforts, Xavier could tell something wasn't right, he was missing something though he knew not what it was.  He knew Abigail well enough to know there was a problem, just not well enough to figure out how to solve it.  He was still looking at her as a prize to be claimed,<b>his </b>wife, not an intelligent and beautiful individual to be wooed as if he held no claim on her.  He still lived in a world of conjugal rights of a husband over his wife and it was hard for him to break the model of thinking.  He had tried romance only to have her awkwardly say it was sweet.  Anger bubbled just below the surface, especially when she rebuffed his invitation to the shower.  His anxiousness was getting in the way he had to try and remember the deeper lessons that Robin had tried to teach him.  He had to be at least a little patient.<br/><br/>"Yea, I have tonight off, this week if I want it, but with you teaching maybe I'll just try to limit my hours to when you are in class?"  He realized a bit too late she just couldn't take off on a whim because he had.<br/><br/>"A first date?"  He said blankly for a moment, his mind thinking about how many dates they had gone on before they had sex?<br/><br/>Frustrated and angry he went up to his bathroom but before he jumped into the shower he texted Robin.  "She wants a first date."  He typed, then added "Not sure this is going well"  He then stripped and entered the shower.  He washed quickly but as his soapy hand ran over his cock and balls he felt his arousal growing.  His mind thought of Abi but also images of Robin rubbing themselves along his hard length.  He imagined Abi as a bride, then pregnant, then Robin again, then Abi shouting at him.  He thought about the reading he had done in the book Robin had picked out for him to give Abi as a gift.  He had paged through quite a bit of it though he struggled to find much meaning in the dated language and poetry.  He had googled bits of it and was shocked to realize the author was a woman and much of lesbian culture traced back to the Isle of Lesbos and the author.  Now images of Robin and Abigail together entered his head.  His cock grew harder and he found he was stroking himself and wasn't far from climaxing.  He pulled his hand a way, the last thing he should be doing is jacking off before a 'first date' with his undecided wife.    "Fuck what a mess."  he said to himself then rinsed as he tried to think of baseball or something else.  He checked his phone to see if Robin had any last minute advice.<br/><br/>He dressed up, a rare tie and sport coat and was soon headed downstairs.  He had the book with a red ribbon tied around it in something approximating a bow.  He certainly didn't have Abi's flare for that sort of thing.  He gave her a nervous smile as he offered the gift.  "I have a confession to make."  He said, and proceeded to tell Abi about his finding Robin and going into Wichita.  "I know I shouldn't have, but the idea of losing you made me crazy and I thought Robin might be able to help me see what you need from me.  What you deserve.  She helped me pick this out."  He knew the chances of Abi believing he would have selected a book like this on his own were slim and none.  He also didn't like the idea of being dishonest with her, and maybe the idea that he was able to actually talk with Robin would help his case.  He left out that they did much more than talk.