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Chapter 7
I sit down and can feel my face starting to swell damn he has a good punch. I can't believe I'm sitting here. I can't believe he hit me and I took it. I'm starting to really loos my temper. Yet I know right now that will not help at all. I hear my mom ask me if she can tell my family everything. Fuck this won't help but I guess it might. I just nod I don't know what else to do. I figure after this shit no one will want me around anyways. So what's the difference anyways? I nod to her to go one. I don't care I let them think I was gay for years so now they can know I fucked women.
I sit here and listen to my mom find the right words to explain what I did. Oh great, this can't be good. I see the look on Ana's face. She looks like she's going to be sick. Just as mom finishes talking Ana gets up and then runs to the bathroom. Mom and I get to the door at the same time to hear her puking. Oh that can't be good. She tells me to wait here and she goes in. I can't hear what they are saying but now we are all here. We are all standing outside the door to the bathroom.
When mom finally comes out she is white as a ghost. She grabs my arm and pulls me away from the family giving this a look that could kill. She pulls me to the kitchen and says "Don't you dare get angry, she's to stressed out and her body is yelling at her to slow down some. She's really sick and all this is not helping."
I can't believe I'm making her sick. This is all too much right now. I look up at the women who raised me. The women who put up with all my shit every day and still sitting here are loving me. In a move I'm sure scared her more than anything I grab her hugging her to me hard. Between sobs I manage to get out "I can't….I don't want to…. I'm doing this to her…"
Gently she's rocking m, and it's like the wall I built is slowly starting to crumble. "It's not your felt. You both have blame as well as all of us. This life is never easy and the more that's thrown in the worse things get. Take a deep breath, calm down relax and love her. Have some fun and for gods sake act your real age not a 40 year old banker."
I actualy chuckle at that and finally start to calm down some. I know in my heart this new road will not be easy. But it's something I must do. Something I need to do. If not for the many people I care about but for myself. That's one of the hardest things I have ever had to do and in my heart I know that is true.
APOV
I sit in the living room waiting for the hurricane that is my husband to come in and start yelling at me. I look up and he's staring at me from the door way. I get ready to say something and he hold up his hand to stop me. Oh he looks like he has been crying. I bet he sees this as the end of us. I hope not.
"Ana I know I can be hard to live with, but you have brought light into my world. I love the fact that when I say jump you say hell no. I need to stop losing my temper so much and start listening to you. I need to start talking to you because if I keep giving you stress like I have been then you will…well I don't even want to even think about it."
I blink at him not sure if I heard him right. No yelling, no cussing. What happened? Did I miss something? I run over to him and hug him as hard as I can. At this point I know I'm crying and I can't stop. I was so scared. He lifts my head up so I can look at him 'Ana what's wrong? Why are your crying?"
"I thought you were going to leave me. I can't live without you. I know we can get through anything life through at us."
"Hay I'm not going any ware. I have a lot to learn and fix. We will do this together."
I stare at him not sure I really heard him right. No yelling no screaming just sweet and genital. I can't believe I heard him right. All I can do is nod at him, finally finding my voice I look at the sad gray eyes staring at me "let's go home"
After a hell of a lot of hugs and good byes we are finally on our way. I swear as we got in I saw Taylor give my fifty a dirty look but he just keeps his head down. Oh how I wish I knew what he was thinking. The ride home is quiet; neither of us really knows what to say. He won't look at me, why won't he? He just keeps his head lowered.
We finally pull into the garage and he jumps out and opens my door. Why won't he look at me? Walking to the elevator I peek over at him he is looking at me then lowers his gaze again. This can't be. Is he still being a sub? I don't know if I can do that to him. I love him the way he was before I don't think I could dom him. Hell why am I even thinking about that. I need to know what he is thinking.
I walk into the kitchen and Gail is there she looks at me with a small smile "Tea Ana?"
"Yes please and then take the day off you need it."
I look over at my husband who is sitting next to me and he doesn't even say anything. Taylor and Gail leave and I look down at my tea. "Talk to me, why are you acting like this?"
"I fucked up, I hurt the one person I love. I can't get my mind to stop racing I don't want to control the world right now. I can't even get my mind around what I did. I just need to not think for a while. Pleas Ana do this for me?"
Did I hear him right? He wants me to control things. I can't do that I can't be like that bitch troll. Then like he's reading my mind "You're not like her, your my wife and we love each other but I can't even think straight please for me do this for me. Not for ever just until I can think again. I need this."
I look at him and then nod. His eyes get wide and he's almost scared. "I'm your wife and I love you and if this is what you need to get back to the man I love then well I will try. I don't know what I'm doing, so you're going to have to help me. But I can try, for you I will try."
He hugs me so tight I can barely breathe, over and over he thanks me and when he finally lets me go I look at the broken man standing before me. "Im going to go do some work, I want you to wright down what you need. Wright down what you feel and what you expect." I look at my watch "You have two hours now go."
He nods his head and turns and goes to his office. I go to the library and sit there. What am I doing? I don't know how to do this. It feels wrong but almost powerful. I need to do some research. I open my laptop and pull up Google. That is where I will start. I don't relies it's been two hours before I hear a slight knock at the door. When I turn I see my husband eyes down and a paper in his hands. "The things you requested Ma'am"
