Date: Late 1960's.
Location: Berlin
Time: Twelve-thirty AM
Cherry and I walked for hours in Berlin, to find my mother and father. I had learned of their home's location, but we had a helluva long walk to get there. We were a few streets away at the time, and it was dark as hell.
"Hadamar… carry me?" Cherry asked.
"It's just a few streets down, come on."
"Please? My legs hurt, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and it smells funny here!" when Cherry said the last part, she sounded like she was going hysterical.
"Ok, ok. Calm down, your gonna get the cops called on us or something. And Polizei are mean, trust me."
"What?"
"German Police, Polizei."
I placed an arm under her leg, and under her back, and swept her off her feet. She nudged her head into my shoulder, and pretty much passed out in my arms.
I carried her to the location where I believed my parents lived. I carefully knocked, attempting to not disturb Cherry's slumber. An aged woman answered the door. Around fifty or so years old. I recognized her.
"Mother… it's me, Hadamar." I said calmly.
"… Hadamar? Is it really you?" she asked.
An old man with a rifle stepped in front of her, and aimed at me.
"Who are you?" he asked in a stern voice.
"Father. It's me, Hadamar. I've returned to you, bringing my uh… spoils of war… I guess you could call her that…"
"Oh my god… Hadamar, come in, come in! Who is that you're carrying?"
"Ma, Da, this is my fiancé, Cherry." I said, taking a step inside.
My father closed the door, and set the rifle on a rack above the fireplace. My mother and father both sat down on a large couch. I set Cherry down in a chair, and sat down on the floor.
"So… Hadamar, we thought you were dead."
"Who told you that?"
"Your friend… I think you called him Sledge?"
"Oh… well, can you tell what they told you?"
"He said you were captured by a rival group of mercenaries."
"Oh yeah… I was, but I broke out, after destroying their armory, and of course, that is where I found my beautiful Cherry."
"Really? Tell me, how did you find her?" my father asked, with a Russian accent.
My father was half Russian, half German. But he was a hundred and fifty percent loyal to Germany.
"Well… they brought me to their main base in America, and threw me in a bunker which was locked from the outside. I dug a hole out with my bare hands, after using an improvised explosive device to blow open the concrete. I found myself staring down the enemy, outmanned, and out-gunned. So, I killed a single enemy, with his own Luger, and used one well placed shot to blow the entire Armory. I hit a fueling station for tanks, and the place erupted in flames. On the way out, I heard a woman crying. I looked around the area, and found Cherry being yelled at by a drunk American. I beat him to death with my bare hands, and rescued Cherry from her abusive captors. And here we are, years later."
"Ah… that is my boy. Out-numbered, he can still demolish the enemy. Tell me, did you use anything I taught you?"
"Yes Da, I used the Romanian Bone-Cruncher to kill the drunk."
"Ah, one of my favorites."
"Hadamar, you and you're… Fiancé must be starved. Allow me to get you both some stew."
"Thank you Ma, it really would help."
My mother rushed out of the room, and into a white tiled room.
"So Da, tell me, what have you done while I was away?"
"Ah, I retired a year later. But then, the next leader asked me to advise him. I graciously accepted, and soon found myself as the advisor to everyone after me. now, some of the most important political figures ask me to advise them. It has allowed you mother and I to retire in peace. Now… we must discuss the details of your wedding."
Cherry seemed to come to life when he said that.
"Wedding? What wedding?" she asked.
"Cherry, this is my father. He says he wants to discuss the details of our wedding, after all, we are fiancés."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I must've forgot where I was for a second. So Mister…"
"Please, call me Viktor."
"Ok… Viktor. I was thinking about… I'm not entirely sure yet."
"Don't worry, Trudi can help you."
"Here we are two bowls of fresh stew. Eat up you two." my mother said as she handed Cherry and I the bowls of stew.
"Thank you Ma."
"Mmm… this smells delicious." Cherry said, holding the bowl under her nose.
Cherry and I dug in, and we both finished in minutes. My mother and father gave us the spare room to stay in.
"So, uh… Cherry, was it?" my father asked.
"Yes, my name is Cherry."
"Well… I must ask. When will I be receiving grandchildren?"
"I uh… I… I uh…" Cherry replied, her cheeks turning red.
"Viktor! Your embarrassing the poor girl." My mother scolded.
"Uh… Ma, Da, Cherry can get a bit flustered when it comes to things like that."
"Ah yes… Please Cherry, forgive me. I was only having a bit of fun with you. Now, you two get some sleep… or not… your choice."
"Viktor! Enough of that, her cheeks will burst into flames if you keep it up."
"Good night Ma, Da. Thank you again for taking us in for a bit."
"It's the least we could do, call it our… wedding gift, besides the fact we will be throwing the wedding here." My father replied.
"We are? I didn't know that." Cherry chimed in.
"Cherry, calm down. We've both had a long day. Come on, let's get some sleep." I said, picking Cherry up.
I set her down on the bed, and walked around to the other side. I pulled my armor off, and lay down next to her. By the time I was out of my armor, so was Cherry. She rolled on top of me, under the large blanket that covered both our lower halves.
"Cherry, my parents are two rooms away."
"Your dad said he wanted grandchildren. I'm just trying to grant his wish…"
"I'm sure he didn't mean right now."
"Oh come on! We haven't had any fun in almost a month. You've been starving me of my sexual needs!"
"For the past month, we've been on an old, rickety boat. But fine… just try not to yell, ok?"
"I won't, just let me do this."
She positioned herself, and let out a sharp gasp seconds later. Eventually, it got into it myself, not just letting her do all the work. Soon enough, we had swapped positions, and I was in push up position. The rest… is history.