Jeff shook his head, they had been down this road before and he figured he would give her a few minutes to cool down as she stormed off upstairs, before trying to console her.  Truth is he loved her and he was happy he married her.  He definitely didn't want to lose her, but figured she was just blowing the whole thing out of proportion.<br/>A double play ended the inning for the Yankees and Jeff sized the break in play to console his wife, but as he went to ascend the stairs to their bedroom, he was almost knocked over by Natalie, who stormed down the stairs with her purse in hand. "Don't wait up?" he repeated.  "Really? Natalie come on Hun, where are you going?"  The door slammed before he could get another word out.  This wasn't like his wife at all. Usually she retreated to her bedroom after an argument.  He would often come upstairs hours later, to find her asleep. Sometimes they would have makeup sex, sometimes, the ill feelings between them would linger until the next day.  But she had never just left off in a hurry.  Jeff was shocked.<br/><br/>He sat back on the couch and figured that she was headed to meet up with some of her girl friends for a drinks or dinner, as she usually did once or twice a month.  He continued to watch the game till it ended, with the Yankees losing in extra innings, not helping his gloomy mood to say the least.  He grabbed his cellphone and fired off a text to Natalie.<strong>Babe, I'm Sorry</strong>