Sleepyland,“ she whispers.
Xander hands her pajamas to me and exits the
bathroom.
“Let's get you changed.“
She nods, her forehead still against my
chest. I grin.
“Lift up, baby.“
She sits back, her eyes still closed, and she
lifts her arms over her head. I take off her top then her bra. I
take off her shoes then stand her up. I slide down her shorts, her
nylons, then her panties. She needs a shower. She'd been sweating
like crazy.
“We need to get you in the shower, but let's
take this junk off your eyes first.“
She snorts. “You might need Sera to come help
with the eyelashes.“
“Okay. Let me yell for her.“
“M'kay.“ She leans into me again. I open the
door a crack.
“Sera?“
She's there in two seconds. “What's
wrong?“
“Nothing,“ I tell her as she closes the door
behind her.
“Eyelashes,“ Lucy slurs, nearly bonking
herself in the face with her cast. “You know something,“ she
begins, her eyes opening, “my hand really fucking hurts.“
Sera lets loose a laugh. “Well, sister of
mine, it is broken.“
She grimaces and her gaze meets mine. “I
can't deal with this tonight and I don't know if I'll even be able
to tomorrow, but we will deal with this. I won't stand for
what happened tonight. I deserve better than that. I'm going to say
this now to give you time to figure out your answer and do not answer now.“
I nod and swallow hard. This isn't going to
be good.
“You need to think about whether or not we
should annul this marriage or get divorced because honestly, Jesse,
I'm not sure you're all-in like you said you were.“
Sera sucks in a breath.
I start to say something and Lucy cuts me off
with a glance. “No. Not right now. You take this time to think
about what you really want deep down. Not what looks right, not
what feels right, not what you want but what you need . You.
Not me. Don't factor my feelings into this at all. I know. I see
the look on your face already but you need to do it. Think about
this as if you're single. Would we have gotten married if we hadn't
been drunk in Vegas? Think about that and let me know your answer
when I ask again, when I can function enough to remember to ask
again.“
I nod. What can I say? Nothing. She's given
me no choice but to stay quiet and not tell her that, yeah, she is
what I need. Being married to her is one of the best things I've
ever done, but that's not what she wants to hear or what she wants
me to think about. She wants me to pretend I'm single. She wants me
to think of the “before“. It seems so long ago now that I turned
that corner and saw her up on that faux stage singing her heart
out. Would I do the same thing again? Pursue her past the weekend
we agreed to?
I don't even have to take a second to answer
that. Absofuckinglutely I would. She's it for me. I know it
deep down all the way to my soul. I just need to convince her of
it.
Sera gives me a look. “She's all set.“
“Thanks.“
She nods and pats my shoulder.
Fuck all these fuckers and their pity
shoulder pats. I don't need pity. I just need Lucy and I am
motherfucking going to prove that to her. I'm going to give her
everything she needs. No, not monetarily—emotionally. Not just
words, but actions.
I strip off my shirt when there's a soft
knock at the door.
“Yeah,“ I say, opening it a crack. It's
Sera.
“I brought you some clothes.“
I smile at her gratefully and she smiles
back. “Thanks, Sera.“
“No problem, bro .“
My smile turns into a full-fledged grin now.
She winks and closes the door. She knows what my answer to Lucy's
going to be as well as I do. The only one who isn't sure of it is
Lucy. I'll do everything I can to reassure her, I think as I strip
off my boots and clothes.
I turn the water on and adjust the
temperature.
“Come on, wife, let's get you cleaned
up.“
She eyes me warily at my use of the word
“wife“ but I don't give a fuck. I won't let her give up. I'm not
giving up. I fucked up. Again. I
Xander hands her pajamas to me and exits the
bathroom.
“Let's get you changed.“
She nods, her forehead still against my
chest. I grin.
“Lift up, baby.“
She sits back, her eyes still closed, and she
lifts her arms over her head. I take off her top then her bra. I
take off her shoes then stand her up. I slide down her shorts, her
nylons, then her panties. She needs a shower. She'd been sweating
like crazy.
“We need to get you in the shower, but let's
take this junk off your eyes first.“
She snorts. “You might need Sera to come help
with the eyelashes.“
“Okay. Let me yell for her.“
“M'kay.“ She leans into me again. I open the
door a crack.
“Sera?“
She's there in two seconds. “What's
wrong?“
“Nothing,“ I tell her as she closes the door
behind her.
“Eyelashes,“ Lucy slurs, nearly bonking
herself in the face with her cast. “You know something,“ she
begins, her eyes opening, “my hand really fucking hurts.“
Sera lets loose a laugh. “Well, sister of
mine, it is broken.“
She grimaces and her gaze meets mine. “I
can't deal with this tonight and I don't know if I'll even be able
to tomorrow, but we will deal with this. I won't stand for
what happened tonight. I deserve better than that. I'm going to say
this now to give you time to figure out your answer and do not answer now.“
I nod and swallow hard. This isn't going to
be good.
“You need to think about whether or not we
should annul this marriage or get divorced because honestly, Jesse,
I'm not sure you're all-in like you said you were.“
Sera sucks in a breath.
I start to say something and Lucy cuts me off
with a glance. “No. Not right now. You take this time to think
about what you really want deep down. Not what looks right, not
what feels right, not what you want but what you need . You.
Not me. Don't factor my feelings into this at all. I know. I see
the look on your face already but you need to do it. Think about
this as if you're single. Would we have gotten married if we hadn't
been drunk in Vegas? Think about that and let me know your answer
when I ask again, when I can function enough to remember to ask
again.“
I nod. What can I say? Nothing. She's given
me no choice but to stay quiet and not tell her that, yeah, she is
what I need. Being married to her is one of the best things I've
ever done, but that's not what she wants to hear or what she wants
me to think about. She wants me to pretend I'm single. She wants me
to think of the “before“. It seems so long ago now that I turned
that corner and saw her up on that faux stage singing her heart
out. Would I do the same thing again? Pursue her past the weekend
we agreed to?
I don't even have to take a second to answer
that. Absofuckinglutely I would. She's it for me. I know it
deep down all the way to my soul. I just need to convince her of
it.
Sera gives me a look. “She's all set.“
“Thanks.“
She nods and pats my shoulder.
Fuck all these fuckers and their pity
shoulder pats. I don't need pity. I just need Lucy and I am
motherfucking going to prove that to her. I'm going to give her
everything she needs. No, not monetarily—emotionally. Not just
words, but actions.
I strip off my shirt when there's a soft
knock at the door.
“Yeah,“ I say, opening it a crack. It's
Sera.
“I brought you some clothes.“
I smile at her gratefully and she smiles
back. “Thanks, Sera.“
“No problem, bro .“
My smile turns into a full-fledged grin now.
She winks and closes the door. She knows what my answer to Lucy's
going to be as well as I do. The only one who isn't sure of it is
Lucy. I'll do everything I can to reassure her, I think as I strip
off my boots and clothes.
I turn the water on and adjust the
temperature.
“Come on, wife, let's get you cleaned
up.“
She eyes me warily at my use of the word
“wife“ but I don't give a fuck. I won't let her give up. I'm not
giving up. I fucked up. Again. I
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