When Jon got home, he was relieved to see that Delia was still there. She was going back to her room and ignored him when he tried to talk to her. Fine. If that's how she was going to be, then it's how she was going to be. He deserved the cold shoulder after what he had said about her.
The next two weeks, it nagged at his heart and his mind over what he had called her because he knew it still hurt her feelings. She didn't smile anymore and her once tan skin was pale. He'd seen the transformation into what looked like death on her after their confrontation the night after he slept with that girl. He knew what he did cut her deep and he hated himself for it. Delia might have hurt him, but she held a special place in his heart and she always would. There was no denying that.
"Delia, can we talk?" Jon asked as he flopped down onto the couch.
"I'm going to bed, Jon. I've got an early morning." She simply said, "I'm tired and I've got physical therapy and two doctors appointments tomorrow. Can it wait?"
"Yeah, guess so." Jon whispered as he rubbed his forehead, "Goodnight."
"Night."
Jon sat back in the couch and sighed. This was what his life had succumbed to. The girl he thought was the girl of his dreams was now living with him and she hated him. It's funny how it works out, isn't it?
Everyone had told him that Delia was the one for him, the girl that had calmed his troubled-ways. That she could make him into a good man, when in reliaty it was the other way around. She was the devious one while Jon had remained faithful to her. He missed Janice late at night when Delia was asleep.
He missed the closeness that he got with Janice. He missed the intimacy. Not just sex, because to him there's something different between sex and intimacy. He could have sex with anyone he wanted to and not feel bad for it afterwards, with no feelings attached. But he couldn't give every girl 'intimate moments', he couldn't give every girl that closeness he shared with Janice and even Delia before this all happened. Sex wasn't as satisfying to him without the feeling of love being intertwined in it, but regardless, it was still good.
He was so confused and his mind was swirling so hard that it was giving him a headache. He sighed and got up once he heard Dylan start crying. He made his way back to the nursery and sighed when he saw Dylan standing straight up in his crib, screaming his head off and reaching for Jon as soon as he walked in.
"What's the matter, son?" Jon yawned as he picked the crying baby up, "Bad dream?"
Jon grabbed the neccessities that Dylan required; a bottle, a blanket, his pacifer, and the small stuffed bear, and set back off for the living room with the upset baby.
"It's okay," Jon said as he soothingly rubbed Dylans back, "No more scary things. It's not real. You're okay."
Jon rocked the screaming baby until his screams was reduced to whimpers and Dylan had nuzzled into his neck. Jon laid back with Dylan sprawled over his chest and made himself comfortable and had all intentions to get up after Dylan was good and asleep but watching the small baby sleep had lulled him into dreamland and his eyes closed in exhaustion from the day's hard work.
"You sure you want to do this, Delia?" Jon asked as he watched her walking towards the door with Dylan on her hip.
"I've got my own house now, Jon." She smiled warmly at him, "It's okay to let me go, ya know?"
"I don't want too." He shook his head, "Don't go. Don't leave. We'll work it out. We will, I promise."
"It's too late for that, Jon." Delia kissed his cheek, "We've already tried that."
"We didn't try hard enough. I didn't try hard enough."
"You helped me heal, Jon. You helped me get better...you gave it your all."
"No, I didn't. No, D...don't go."
She turned to him and smiled softly, "It's alright, Jon. We'll see each other again."
"Delia!" He screamed, but she just turned to look at him over her shoulder and blew him a kiss, "This isn't fucking fair! Get your ass back here now!"
"Goodbye, Jon."
Jon's eyes opened as he looked around at the living room. His forehead was pouring with sweat and his head throbbed. He sat up and groaned, lost in a state of confusion. He frowned and looked around, rubbing his face when he realized that he was in the confines of his home. He was okay. But where was Delia?
He realized now that if he didn't wake up and see what he was putting her through, it was all going to get even worse. He had to make it all right. It had to work out for them. He had to let the past go. This girl was back in his life for a reason, maybe this was just what they had to go through to get closer.
A clang rose from the kitchen and he jumped to his feet, almost sprinting into the next room. He watched Delia move slowly around the kitchen. She was walking without the aid of anything. Sure, she was still limping and it took her a few minutes to get to where she was going, but it looked as if she was cleaning.
"What are you doing?" Jon asked her.
"I'm cooking."
"Why?"
"Because I want to? I'm hungry? Crippled bitches can get hungry, you know."
Jon groaned and rubbed his face in frustration, "It's been two weeks, Delia. I said I was sorry. Can you drop it?"
"No, because it still hurts!" She glared at him, "I talked to my dad earlier. He says it's okay for me to stay with him until I can get a job and get back on my feet."
"No, you're not going anywhere."
"And for once in our relationship Jon, you can't tell me what to do. I'm a grown ass women. I know what I can and can't do."
Jon watched as she moved around the kitchen slowly. He felt bad for her. He felt guilty for being able to function correctly and she was hurt. "Why haven't you been taking your pills?"
"Because I don't want them."
"They'll make it stop hurting."
"I don't want them."
"Delia, seriously? I get it, you're a hard ass. Now seriously, if you're hurting that bad you need to take something for pain...you're limping. I can tell you're in pain."
Delia turned her back to him as she tried to swallow her tears, "It doesn't hurt anymore...I'm...this is how I'm going to walk from now on...they say I'm healing perfectly...that they can't fix my limp."
Immediately, Jon felt bad for bringing it up. He walked over to her and rubbed her shoulder and spoke softly, "Hey...I didn't mean anything by it...it just looks like you're in pain thats all. You didn't tell me you went back to the doctors...what else did they say?"
"Don't make me talk about it," She whispered as she silently sobbed, "Not right now."
"It's okay," He whispered as he slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind, "You don't have to talk."
Delia stood in his embrace and sobbed silently, covering her face with her hands. Lately, she had been nothing but a emotional wreck. But now everything was crumbling. It was all falling away from the seams. She hated herself. She hated what she had put Jon through, what she had put her and her son through. But mostly, what she had done to her mother. It wasn't worth any of it.
"Jon, do you hate me?" She whispered as she wiped her tears away.
"No," He said softly, "I don't hate you. I love you. I'll always love you. You know that."
"You just don't want to be known as the crippled girl's boyfriend, huh?" She whispered.
"I never said that," He whispered, "I'm working on forgiving you. I really am."
She swallowed her sob back and whispered, "I hate myself."
"Hey, you went through some horrible events. It's okay to be scared and nervous. It's okay to cry."
"My mom's not gonna make it, Jon." She whispered, "He hit her in the head too many times. She's got brain damage. I...I'm the reason she's dying."
"You didn't hurt her intentionally," Jon said soothingly, "It's okay, Delia. You never know for sure. Miracles can work out."
"Jon...can we maybe...hangout today?" She whispered, "It's okay if you don't want to but I want to get out of this house. I...I miss you."
"Yeah," Jon smiled softly, "I'll call into work and we can go get something to eat. Dylan already at daycare?"
"Yeah," She nodded, "Angela came to pick him up for me."
Jon nodded, "I'll go get some clothes on."
"Jon, I want to walk today...will that embarrass you?"
"Of course not, sweetheart." Jon whispered as he rubbed her back, "You don't embarrass me."
"Okay," She smiled softly, "I'll get dressed. It'll take me a few minutes though."
"Need my help? How's your shoulder?"
"I might," She whispered, "If thats okay."
Jon nodded and followed her to her bedroom, holding her back for support when she stumbled. When they got to the bedroom, Delia turned her back to him as she gingerly pushed her pajama pants down her legs, giving him the perfect view of her ass covered in a pair of lacely black panties. It was just like old times, her body that an effect on him and they weren't even touching. All the blood rushed to his cock, that immediately grew painfully hard. Even with the scars on her, she was beautiful.
"Uh...I can't really get out of this shirt by myself," She said softly, biting back her smirk. Delia knew what she was doing to him, "Can you help me?"
Jon pulled himself out of the fog he was in and nodded, "Yeah. Yeah..."
Once his feet had started to correspond to his mind, he walked over to her and gently tugged her shirt over her head. On instinct, he skirted his palms down her sides before her arms got back to her sides. She gasped and looked back at him, biting her bottom lip.
He didn't say anything, but he pressed his lips to hers in a frantic kiss. It caught her off guard, she didn't expect it to go this far. Jon's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back to him as he angled his head, deepening the kiss like he needed. Their tongues tangled together as she turned around in his arms and cradled his face, closing her eyes as she felt him sucking on her tongue.
"I love you," He whispered after the kiss was broken, "I need you. We'll make this work."
Delia wrapped her arms around him gently, still not having much strength, "I'm not forcing you to love me anymore, Jon. I won't do that."
"You're not forcing," He shook his head as he slowly rubbed down her back and over her ass, "I'm telling you how I feel."
"Really?" She whispered disbelievingly, "You don't have to, Jon. Really."
"I know I don't," He sighed, "But I do. And I'm not stopping those feelings anymore. I love you. I love you so much."
"It feels good to hear you say that, Jon." She whispered as she pressed his forehead to his, "But...Jon, I can't have...intercourse right now...with my hip still healing. I'm...I'm sorry."
"It's okay," He nodded as he kissed her, "Just haven't seen ou naked in a few months...kinda brought it all back, you know?"
"Yeah," She laughed, "You know...they didn't say anything about me not using my mouth."
"Maybe we're just going to have to make sure it's still in good use," Jon chuckled, watching her walk over to the edge of the bed and sitting down on it.
"C'mere." She whispered.
Jon nodded and walked over to her, well aware of the fact that he was shirtless and already hard as a rock in his jeans. She ran her hand over the clothed cock and looked up at him questioningly, "You sure you want this?"
"Yeah," He whispered, "I'm sure."
She quickly unbuttoned his pants and let them pool at his feet, along with his boxers. Jon was already leaking a small amount of pre cum that she quickly licked away, moaning at the taste of him. She tucked her hair behind her ear and continued lovingly lapping at his head while her hand stroked him slowly, squeezing him every time she reached the base of the hard, warm, heavy cock in her other hand went to gently carressing his balls with her fingertips as she did so.
If this is what she had to do to get him back, then she would swallow her pride. It worked for her the first time, it should work again.
She looked up at him, he was watching her closely while biting his bottom lip. She took her forefinger and her thumb, squeezing his cock until she had them fit perfectly around the head of him just below where her lips rested. With a swift motion, she had all of him engulfed in her mouth and a few moans came from his lips as he thrust into her mouth.
After all, her son needed a family.
Alright, I lied. There's ONE more chapter. And that will be the ending.
Maybe they can make it work out?
Review, and let me know what you think!