CHAPTER654
Well why shouldn’t we?
They planted their seed inside of us and shouldn’t get to walk around scot free and oblivious to how bad this shit is. A lesser man would have packed his bags and left me by now.
I’m pretty sure he has probably Googled divorce proceedings in the last few months, multiple times. I sure as hell have when he is pissing me off. I maybe also have Googled how to smother your husband without actually killing him.
“Arrick… I want a foot rub.” I call out, forgetting everything else about being mad or hungry and suddenly really craving a foot rub. I slump on the couch and wriggle like a beached whale as I try to get my legs up too, locating my fluffy cushion and trying to get it under my knees so I can prop them up. Smiling when he appears and lifts my feet up for me, so I can lay flat on the couch instead. He knows my movements are limited and even when we are being assholes to each other, he still comes and helps me.
Love.
“Give me ten minutes… Pick a movie, I’ll make you a smoothie and put some popcorn on.” He at least is letting his mood go too, and the popcorn is his little white flag for being anal about my eating.
Yay for popcorn!
This is what he does… He tries to tell me what to do, we bicker, we get annoyed and then he appeases me. I know he only does it for a quiet life, but I do appreciate it. He backs down a lot faster than he used to anyway, maybe because I am a lot more prone to erratic violence than I used to be.
He doesn’t get all the bad though; today is one of those days. Every night, no matter what day we have had I will curl up in bed with him while he plays with my hair and tell him how much I love him. How much I need him.
I made a deal with myself through all of this that I would make sure no matter what, he knows that I love how he takes care of me. We end our days curled up lovingly and everything is right with the world.
“I’m horny, give me sex.” I sigh as I watch him walk off, all toned tight ass in jeans and like a little flick of a switch, boom. I want him. This side of things is a bit more of a pain than the other cravings, as it can strike at anytime, anywhere and I can’t seem to control myself. it’s probably the only reason he does still love me. I have molested my husband in public bathrooms, our parent’s bathroom, the car, changing rooms, the street and far worse places when the crazy horn hits me. His office several times and even an elevator that almost got us caught
He even repeated the over the desk encounter in his office last week, although it took a little finesse to bend over his desk with a bulge that is practically bigger than me. It was good. We still have that fire and, my boy still knows how to hit a home run and he never fails to deliver.
“No sex… Smoothie, movie, sleep.”
Arrick’s shattered. Sleep is not really something he gets a lot of anymore. I’m restless in the night, never comfortable and using him as a cushion to prop and roll over is not that easy. I change position like fifty times a night, then of course I have to get up for the bathroom with his help, as I can’t get out of bed nowadays without rolling off the side. I also get hungry and well… If he needs to help me up, then he may as well fetch for me. So, every drink, every thirst or craving, he gets up and delivers to me and we both end up wide awake.
Then the weird nights where I want to get up and walk around wake him too, getting me up… And we end up watching movies at four am on the couch and he has slept that way a few times while I watched reruns. His head on my lap as I play with his short hair and stroke that sexy face while he gets a little shut eye. Nose to nose with his little bump. It happens to be my favorite view of them together.
“I want sex. And a foot rub.” I repeat but he ignores me, off to the kitchen, pulling out fruit and ice-cream for my smoothie. He has gotten infuriatingly competent at becoming deaf to me when he doesn’t want to give in to me. it’s annoying as shit.
Yes, ice cream is a must add ingredient if he even wants me to put it near my mouth. The tutti fruity kind.
“Sex, Arry.” I repeat and try to sound a little bit seductive in the hopes my bedroom tone will get him thinking sex too. He’s blanking me which only serves to infuriate me, so I roll off the side, wriggle unceremoniously to stand up, to put my power of persuasion into action. Sometimes he needs a little feel up to get those hormones raging. Tiredness may dampen his libido, but a good grope and he soon gets going. It’s my tried and tested method.
I take a step towards him, eyes on the prize, checking out all those tensed muscles as he puts frozen fruit into the smoothie machine, then gasp in utter shock as an explosion of warm fluid hits my naked legs. Even through underwear, it’s like a water balloon pops stupendously between my knees, making me jump in fright as water sloshes across my legs, hits floor and runs down my ankles in the most disgusting way.
There’s an instant inner relief, like I just dumped out some sort of bloated blockage and look down in complete shock at the water pooling around my feet in a pretty nasty puddle. Hot water, weird smelling water that stirs an unwanted memory of Emma’s kitchen floor.
“What the…” Arrick is beside me in a flash, looking down too and then at me with shock. Hand on my arm as though I might fall over on him. His color fades a little and that swift brow dip immediately straightens out. “Your waters?” He seems stunned, not sure how to react and then we both stare at one another and the mess on the floor for a moment.
“Does this mean?” Fear hits me hard; I’m instantly weak and sick with immediate terror. Realization hitting hard that all those weeks of classes and breathing and prep for a pain worse than death, is about to start for real. I cling to his arm as a sob escapes me. Overcome with a wave of utter dread as my blood runs cold.
“It’s okay… We planned for this; we know what we’re doing. It’s going to be okay, baby. Look at me, Sophs… Look at me.” Arrick is pulling me out of the puddle carefully so I don’t slip, keeping a firm grasp on me and lifting my chin with his fingers, trying to get my attention on him. I’m breathing hard, freaking out and trying to catch my breath but he cups my chin with a full palm and tugs my face towards him. Stilling the ultimate manic panic coursing through me and snapping my attention to him through my fear.
“I’m scared.” I flap at him, tears prickling my eyes. Frozen to the spot.
“We can do this… I got you. I’m here. Cars ready downstairs, bags are in the trunk and ready to go, just breathe and relax and focus on one step at a time. Trust me… It’s my job to always take care of you and I will.” He kisses me softly, stilling the chaotic brain fart I’m in the middle of having. And I let go.
“I don’t think I can do this.” I start to cry softly, the more the reality of what’s happening sinks in and he cradles me soothingly.
“Yes, you can. You’re my little warrior who has come through so much worse and I’m right here beside you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Sagging against him, knowing he won’t let anything go wrong. He will be right there and won’t leave me. I trust him to take the lead. To be my voice if I need it. To hold my hand and make me strong.
Like he always does."
