Chapter Nineteen

Finally he comes into the kitchen wearing his boxers and some basketball shorts without a shirt. There’s still some water clinging to his hair and some drops on his chest. Hmm even drunk he still looks sexy. I can tell he’s more sober than he was when he first came home though which means we can have a conversation.
“Hey doll.”
“Hello. Here take this and have a seat.” I pass him some aspirin and a glass of water.
“I’m so so sorry doll.”
“No you’re not because you wanted to get drunk. I don’t care if you want to drink until you’re drunk baby, but not when you’re on medication that when mixed with alcohol could possibly kill you. Let me take that back, because I do care. I don’t mind you drinking but you should never drink to this point, and to make matters worse, you dragged Daniel and Ethan into your mess. We will talk about this more in private but for now we are going to have dinner. Ethan can you please take that salad out of the refrigerator, and Daniel can you pour us all some soda? The glasses are in the cabinet next to the sink on the right.” They both get up and do as I ask as I go to the oven and pull the meat and potatoes out. I wait a few more minutes for the broccoli to finish steaming and then dinner is all set. He just sits there watching me work with a sad look on his face. When I come back to the table I see that they’re all just staring at me and I start to feel uncomfortable.
“Umm why are you all just staring at me like that?” I continue to put food on plates and hand them out. They look at each other as if trying to see who should answer my question. It ends up being Daniel of course.
“Well ma’am, it’s just that we’ve never seen anyone talk back to the Captain before and not be punished.”
“And who is the Captain?” Again they all look at each other and my eyes finally rest on his and he looks down. Oh, now I get it. Learn something new everyday I guess.
“Jameson ma’am. He’s our Captain.” He glares at them both but I ignore it trying to process what I just heard. Then I hear him clear his throat as if he’s about to tell me something important.
“Jameson, we’ll talk about that and other things tomorrow. Okay guys, lets eat.”

CHAPTER NINE

I absolutely cannot believe what he’s telling me right now. He was a Captain in the Air Force and his friends are, or should I say were, part of his squad. All of them are retired due to injuries. We’ve been dating this long and talking about moving to be near each other and he never told me. Why? Would he ever have told me if last night never happened? Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t care that he was in the Air Force, I find that quite honorable plus my mother was in the Army, but I’ve told him basically my entire life story and there are obviously still some things that he hasn’t told me.
I really wish that I could erase last night from my memory. He came home so drunk and just kept apologizing after dinner once his friends left. This is all too much to take in and my head is spinning like I was the one that got intoxicated.
Right now we are sitting on the sofa with the television playing in the background but believe me we aren’t watching anything that is playing. He basically told me everything the guys told me last night about his reason for getting drunk but I wanted to hear it from him. I’ve been quiet for a few minutes and I think that I’m starting to make him nervous. He has such a sad look on his face like he’s waiting for me to get up and run out of here at any minute. What he doesn’t understand is that I’m hurt not mad. If he thought that I was ignoring him or whatever, why didn’t he just call or text me? I know that he has some abandonment issues but he’s the one that went to bed upset that night so why would he think that I would be the one mad? I was confused and even a little hurt because of how we went to bed but that’s only because that never happened before but I wasn’t angry to where I didn’t want to talk to him.
“Okay baby, you’re telling me that because I didn’t call or text you all that day that you thought I was going to leave you? How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Yes. Well you always call or text me when I take too long to come back home or just in general.”
“That’s true but if you felt that way then why didn’t you just call or text me? I wasn’t upset with you about anything. I spent the day getting caught up on deadlines that were almost up and coordinating with my assistant. Then I went grocery shopping and was paying for the food before I realized we were supposed to be going out to dinner. The time must have gotten away from me because the next thing I knew, five hours had passed and you were coming through the door with the assistance of Daniel and Ethan.”
“I figured you were upset with me for walking out of the kitchen the way I did and then leaving before you woke up the next morning.”
“I wasn’t upset about either of those things, but I was hurt. Also, nothing that has happened is enough for me to leave you.”
“You probably should after the way I’ve acted and for my behavior last night.” Is he breaking up with me or telling me to leave him?
“Are you saying that you want me to leave you?” I put my head down and start to play with my fingers. That’s something I do when I’m nervous.
“No, but I know that you’re going to so you might as well go now.” Oh. Okay he wants me to leave. Why doesn’t he want me after I’ve said that I don’t want to leave?
“I said that I don’t want to leave so why are you pushing for me to go?”
“Because I know that I’m going to mess this up with you again and I don’t want you to ever hate me. You should just leave and forget about me.” He gets up and I start to cry, then he turns to me and reaches for me but I move out of his reach.
“If you want me to go then I’ll go.” I stand up and walk to his bedroom closet and pull out my suitcase to start packing. He follows me into the bedroom and grabs me, turning me to face him.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Too late. You already said that you want me to so that’s what I’m going to do. I’ll get a hotel room for the night then get on the first plane out of here.” I turn back to my luggage filling it with clothes.
“So you want to leave me? You never wanted to stay in the first place.” I stop and look at him. Is he serious?
“I didn’t want to leave you, you told me to go and I don’t stay where I’m not wanted. I never said anything about leaving you. I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to at this point.” I start to cry even harder and he grabs me and holds me tight.
“Baby girl please don’t leave me. I want you to stay with me.” I push him away from me and glare at him.
“I don’t want to leave you and I couldn’t have left you because I’m in love with you, you jerk.” I yell at him and the tears fall even more it seems the faster that I wipe them away. Suddenly my feet are off of the ground and I’m pressed against his frame. He’s looking up at me and I’m looking down at him into those beautiful hazel eyes.
“Did you mean what you just said? Are you really in love with me?”
“Of course I meant it or I wouldn’t have said it and you should know that by now. I don’t say that I love someone if I don’t mean it, and I especially don’t say that I’m in love with someone if I don’t mean it.” I’m being spun around and I quickly hold onto him then shout for him to put me down.
“You don’t even want me to pick you up anymore or touch you.” He looks sad and backs away from me.
“Baby that’s not why I want you to put me down. You’re still injured and shouldn’t be lifting or spinning me right now until you’re better.” That smile that I love appears and he walks up to me and wipes the tears from my cheeks before leaning in and kissing me gently and sweetly on the lips. It was the most perfect kiss I have ever had and I didn’t want it to end. I don’t think he did either because the next thing I knew he had me backed up against the wall and was kissing from my lips down to my neck while his hands slid up and down my sides. I let out a moan as his lips sucked and kissed on my neck. I’m sure to have a few hickeys in the morning.