Title: Centered in a Harrowing Surgery.
Rating: M (Language & Situations)
A/N: Dick Wolf Owns LOCI characters, all others are mine.
The following Tuesday….
Tynie's family's plans for her surgery have gone well, even though she hasn't been operated on yet. Surrounded by part of her family and their doctor in a hospital bed, she asks "Doc, did you rig my surgery ahead of any elders or veterans?" "Damn. Even when she's staring down a life and death operation, she still looks out for others." Clint revels. "Clint, you just referenced why I had to set her surgery as a top priority one. I'm aware it violates her ethics, but our state's medical regulations consider that a lesser evil than practitioners facing wrongful death cases." Dr. Perez clarifies. "There's gotta be a work around." Tynie ruminates. "Sis, I just thought of one. Now, I can ask Frank to help me find an elder or veteran, who had the same insurance issue as us. After we do, I'll sign whatever I must, to take over paying for their medical care from today's visit. Then, I'll have it noted in St. Lucia's system, a mix of the regulations, the insurance issue, our ethics, and a concern having Liza do it will fuck up Jeremiah's power of attorney inspired my decision. I'd have to ask Anita to stick to my honey like glue, and for Dr. Perez to let me have her quoted for it to work, though." Tia conjures. "Will you reverse the glue angle, another time, sis?" Frank goads. "Hell yeah." Tia claims. "Ok. After we find out if you got consent for the quote, we have work to do." Frank conveys. "You'll need to go to the third floor, and speak with Jeanine Perran. When you do, tell her you got my consent, and I'll gladly defend your decision to anyone I must. It's the least I can do, since you arranged a first for my medical career, Tia." Dr. Perez intrudes. "Ok." Tia sighs.
Kissing her sister's cheek, then her fiancee's, Tia arises to meet with Frank. Exiting the room, they abide by Dr. Perez's advice, and get another surprise. Jeanine stands by Tia's decision as well, because the insurance issue affected her dad, who's a WW2 vet. "Jeanine, you know what? I'll update what you just heard so a fund's created to pay for veteran's hospital visits. I'm ex-Navy, so it's a mutual service respect thing, but there's a catch. I'd prefer you let people donate to it, so the twenty million I'm about to dedicate, is merely the start." Frank offers. "We have a fund for that, Frank. It's called VetsHeart, but I can work with both your decisions. If you don't mind Tia's being first, you'll see how." Jeanine hedges. "That gives me time to notify my family's bank, so go ahead, ladies." Frank condones. Catching the hint, Jeanine begins proving her word, while he ducks away to do the same. Behind his back, Tia learns more about why Jeanine isn't disputing Frank's decision. "Jeanine, you're lucky their tactics haven't caused a lawsuit or fraud investigation, yet. On the first part, it's a case of bill related stress causing patients to either refuse needed medical treatment or to violate stress related doctor's orders for their current care. On the second, as an ex-NYPD Captain I can swear to you, you'd go down as the main conspirator because you're those people's boss. Sadly, the only fix you have, involves firing everyone who didn't explain your bill aid programs to people, quoting me in the logs and when you contest unemployment claims, and making sure their replacements don't pull the same shit. Pardon my language." Tia advises. "Tia, I cuss harder than that when I'm cut off in traffic. You couldn't have known, but state employee privacy regulations also forbid me from acting on your advice, with you two in my office." Jeanie interferes. "I didn't know that, either. If you can tie in Frank having my consent to secure the papers from his donation in my purse, because his Padarean's strap broke this morning, it'd be great." Tia wavers. "I'll do it, when he gets back to us, Tia." Jeanine accommodates.
Accepting it by nodding, Tia witnesses that promise turn real, then enforces her consent. Wrapping his left arm around her, Frank escorts his sister in law back to their family. Deeming it a cue, Jeanine works through Tia's advice, while Tynie's prepped for surgery. "Doc, if it won't mean your professional ass, I need a favor. Find out if the parents of that kid who needed the emergency appendectomy had our insurance issue. If the answer's yes, you'll have my full-spousal consent to flip Bobby off. He's learning now, I want it done so you have a quick way to get my Visa card involved in them not having new bills. Worst case scenario: I end up owing Frank a 2028 Harley for defending my decision behind my back." Tynie requests. "You may not have to go that route, sis. I just got word, a lot of people are being fired for violating St. Lucia's policies on their bill aid programs. They'll have to restaff that division, but I'm pretty sure I can get Dr. Perez to use that as her basis for getting the child's bills paid by those programs instead." Frank desists. "He just did, Tynie. I can prove it through our system, before we leave this room, too." Dr. Perez attests. "Thanks guys." Tynie ingratiates.
Smiling through a nod, then detouring to a nearby computer, Dr. Perez fulfills her latest promise. As it's done, the people around Tynie alternate kissing her cheek, and reclaiming their seats. Watching her sister get wheeled to surgery, Anita leans into Clint, and cries. "Liza, come here. I'll take care of you, so Jeremiah's free to deal with whatever else comes up." Bobby instructs. "Thanks, brother." Jeremiah honors. "Anytime." Bobby demurs. Complying, Liza's tightly held, seconds ahead of Tia. Finally releasing their real emotions, those ladies hear Frank softly pray for Tynie. In the midst of it, Jeremiah mumbles "Lord, look out for my entire family. You know how Tynie is about us, and how she'd feel if anything was left unequal." "He knows she'd consider you slick as hell for that move, too." Tia weeps. "Yeah. Now, I'll have to figure out when I'll be able to replace Bobby's shirt, since my mascara's ruining this one." Liza sobs.
Gazing down, he rebukes "I'd prefer you promise not to buy mascara again, sis. You've gotten lucky, by not getting any defective or tainted bottles. I'm not comfortable with you continuing to risk it, when I can just as easily ask for that promise and buy a new shirt later." Deftly mimicking Bobby's pose, Frank simplifies "Tia, before you worry; his decision carries over to me. Clint can extend it to my baby if he wants, too." Sleekly repeating the move, Clint notions "I just did, sis." Conceding with nods, those three ladies close their eyes and resume crying, as the men stand tall. Waiting for them to calm down a bit, Frank and Bobby escort Liza and Tia to a couple seats, then sit at their left sides. After they're situated, Jeremiah walks up on the group, and digresses. "Ladies, I just realized. It'd be best to make your new deal, an across the family one, that covers all makeup products. If you want, once Tynie's relaxing at home, I'll make it happen." "What'll we owe you?" Anita frets. "Nothing, because it's my way to repay Bobby for making the original deal." Jeremiah nullifies. Perking his head up, Clint disallows "I'd feel better if you left that to me. You're responsible for a lot right now, and Frank's already worked his ass off, so it's a matter of fairness. I know it means you have to rework how Bobby's repaid, but I doubt he'd have a problem with that." "Jeremiah, let me clear up my end of it. You don't owe me shit, because like Clint, I was glad to find a way to lower your workload." Bobby negates. "Alright." Jeremiah rasps.
Retreating to his spot by the door, Jeremiah's met by a woman in a grey pantsuit. "Sir, I'm Jeanine Perran. A bit ago, I had a meeting with Tia Kennedy and Frank Vantman, that involved our bill aid programs. I had to report it's turn out to our Board, who ordered I find them and learn how to compensate them for their recommendations. They gave me this room number, and explained a Tynie Goren is here for surgery, so I hope I can settle it before she gets back." Jeanine introduces. Lifting his head, Frank surmises "Simple solution, Jeanine. When you speak to the Board again, tell them I insisted you consider our compensation settled, by having a beer at home. If they ask why, tell them it's because I don't want you doing anything that could be misconstrued against you later. Should they need it verified, get my number off of Dr. Perez, and call me." Raising her head to meet gazes with Jeanine, Tia overrules "He didn't know yet, Jeanine. I'm more comfortable with Jeremiah giving you our numbers, so Frank's idea isn't warped into shit that can be used against Dr. Perez. You heard that right, I'm splitting the verification angle, to show your Board I agree with Frank's decision. You're standing by Jeremiah now, but he's learning I'll repay him for covering this, later.""Jeanine, she wasn't sure. In my book, her idea's an extension of Frank's decision, so it covers her as well." Jeremiah revises. "I'll do it after Tynie's been home for a few days." Tia chides. Quickly matching his fiance's pose, Clint decrees "Jeanine, I'm Clint Vantman. I just realized, there's another aspect of Frank's concern on stuff being misconstrued. He may disagree, but I believe saving the beer for your next vacation, beats you risking someone warping it against you. If you need my decision defended, call Tia's line and ask for me." "He's right on a couple levels, guys. We've heard one, but the other is, his plan's better than Jeanine having to use several numbers to reach you." Liza imposes. "Jeanine, she just cleared up why I stand by his plan changes." Frank notifies. "Ok." Jeanine reclaims. Obtaining his phone, Jeremiah resolves his end of the new deal, and sees Jeanine leave the area.
An hour later, Tynie's wheeled into the room, Dr. Perez walking beside her. "Guys, it was a success. She'll be on a list of post-op restrictions for three weeks, but I'll need to see her around the end of that, for a checkup. After that, unless issues arise, her checkup schedule will go back to monthly." Dr. Perez announces. Urgently looking her way, Tia vows "Doc, I swear if it wouldn't cost your professional ass or be a felony: I'd fucking hug you!" "We all would." Bobby amends. "Guys, there's a work around. If you agree not to let your hands go to my chest, beneath my beltline, or behind my head: I'll consent, and swear it's how you learned about our state's new anti sexual assault regulations." Dr. Perez proffers. Carefully stretching her left arm, Tynie challenges "Doc, you do realize all it'll take for me to have Jeremiah defend you on my name is my flippin' him off.. Right?" "I do now, Tynie." Dr. Perez attests. "Cool. I'd do it myself, but I know there's no way in hell he'd let me so soon after my surgery. He'd ask for a Jim Beam Highball or Sake King, after the fact, though. I don't have a problem with any of it, but you deserved a prime example of my definition of obeying his powers for this kinda thing." Tynie rationalizes. "Sis, with how our state is on regulations, you were justified." Frank reassures. "He's right, Tynie." Dr. Perez verifies. Stretching her right leg, Tynie ponders "I figured, but it leaves me curious. Can I legally, basically hire Frank to be Jeremiah's backup?" "I know what she means. She wants the backup system, in case Jeremiah's phone starts acting up when more shit comes out. I don't blame her, but we should make a reserve list, in case the phone problems hit more than one of us." Clint alters. "How would you do that, Clint?" Dr. Perez wonders. "It's easy, doc. I'd start off by apologizing to Frank and Bobby, for insisting on being second string. Then, I'd explain, it's due to a mix of a promise I made my baby last night, and my knowing they have to watch over Tynie as she heals. Frank may have to battle a lot of traffic to boot, so I feel making him third, and Bobby fourth, is only fair. If our women want to jump in, and we're there to help, it's fine. They can blame my restriction on all the scammers who've made the news for targeting women, especially elders lately, too." Clint alters. "How will it affect Tynie's Jim Beam angle?" Dr. Perez probes. "After you clear her for driving, she can get a fifth, so we can have Jim Beam Highballs. I know she made Sake Kings an option, but I'm not having her pay nearly forty bucks for a six pack of those. She can get pissed at me all she wants, but in my book, that's extortion." Clint replies. "Where'd you see that price tag?" Jeremiah inquires. "KalMart's website." Tia retorts. "Never buy alcohol there, they don't know how to keep it in safe conditions. I know, because my husband made the mistake of trusting them with a fifth of Jack Daniels three days ago. He got a refund, but I'd rather not have people repeat that, when I can just as easily advise they go somewhere else." Dr. Perez refuses. "Did you guys get a new fifth, doc?" Tynie prods. "Yeah. Kelleharn's, and it was fifteen bucks cheaper." Dr. Perez vouches. "Doc, in a way, he's right. We should use his timeline, to keep the drink promise. You've heard the traffic and scammer angles, which back my saying so, too." Bobby insists. "They're both right, Bobby. You explained half of how, but the other half is grounded in Dr. Perez using her post in our lives, to our advantage. She may not have realized that's how I took her advice against KalMart, but still." Anita amends. "Guys, getting the rest of our family on board, is my turf. I'm not doing it, until Tynie's been home for a couple hours, though." Tia cautions. "Sis, we have to split that. You can blame it on how petty our insurance company's becoming, too. I know you may not have known, so it's OK." Frank reiterates. "Guys, I'm more comfortable with you setting a family meeting at my house, tomorrow. If we had better luck with traffic, and speaker buttons, it'd be different." Jeremiah relents. "Is ten thirty Ok?" Tia worries. "Perfect." Jeremiah claims. "Sounds like you guys have a reasonable deal, that covers all the bases. After I see how well Tynie moves her other extremities, I'll get Jeremiah the sign out forms." Dr. Perez assumes. "Doc, they missed a base, but it's OK. If anyone gives you any shit for allowing our deal: call Jeremiah's line, ask for me, and I'll gladly handle them." Liza directs. "Will do." Dr. Perez teases.
Obliging her doctor's request, Tynie gets a stunned smile, before the paperwork related promise is upheld. Approaching her spouse, Liza waits about ten minutes, to secure their copies in her purse. Utilizing it as a cue, Clint rises to close the privacy curtain around Tynie, long enough for her to change clothes. "You guys have kicked ass and taken names today. Clint didn't know it, but that's why I'd have been fine with paying KalMart prices on the Sake Kings. Now I know our doctor doesn't want anyone she knows doing that, and why, I'm going to need you to spread the word." Tynie rejoinders. "Guys, that's my turf." Bobby imparts. "Guys, I just realized. We need to keep our deal on the sexual assault regulations, and go from there. Liza's covering the base that explains why, too." Tia discovers. "Tynie's first, because her surgery brought us here." Anita persists. "I'm not arguin' that, are you doc?" Tynie dares. "No." Dr. Perez denies. Briefly hugging her, Tynie steps back, as Tia continues the trend. Alternating from there, Bobby wraps his right arm around his wife, whom snuggles into the embrace. "Thank you Lord, Jimmy, and our other guardian angels for helping Jeremiah and Dr. Perez keep Tynie with us." Clint apprises. "Amen, brother." Bobby blurts. "Doc, they just spoke for our whole family." Frank assents. Nodding understandably, she sees them out, and resumes her shift. Dispersing, Tynie's sect of the family goes about their plan, for going home. A couple hours later, they switch off heading into their respective residences, securing them, and claiming seats.
Reclining in his, Bobby breaks down, just before his spiritual brother. Hustling to hold her spouse, Tynie can't see her sister making the same move. "We know, you didn't mean for this, sis. You needed our men, Jeremiah and Clint to be tough. This is, their first shot to be real with their emotions. I'm not sure if it's all happening at once, but still." Anita explains. "Sis, all that means is; I'll need your help making Jeremiah's code red meeting easy on him." Tynie admonishes. "No, you don't. I heard Tia swear, she'll get other people in our family to cover that. She felt it's fairest, because of your new restrictions; and my baby's insurance constraints." Anita recalls. "Alright." Tynie restates. Stroking her husband's back, Tynie closes her eyes, and prays over him. Overhearing her call him "her bear," Bobby grouses "I'm not being tough enough for that honor right now." "You were when it counted, babe. Anita was right, so you just let this out." Tynie objects. Granting her wish, Bobby's distracted as his in laws make a similar arrangement. Unbeknownst to them, Tia and Liza are in the same position, yet it inspires Tianna. Obtaining her phone, she uses it to overhaul Tia's intentions for tomorrow's meeting. All Jeremiah will have to do is: answer the door, update most of his family, and be ready to stand by how his insurance is handled. Everything else, is in DaJuan, La'Tario, Bill, Kiki, Keisha, Davin, Annalise, and Lori's hands. "Babe, I'll text Anita to let them know. If she asks, it's because we don't know when they last charged their phones." Markus obliges. "Thanks honey." Tianna retorts. Shortly nodding, he retains that promise, stashes his phone, and walks up on his dad. "What's up?" Liza ponders. "Tynie asked me to check on him, because she's worried today's stress will cause another trip to St. Lucia's. I promised I'd let her know either way, so if she's right, we could plan around it." Markus answers. "I'll be OK, son. I don't want anyone in our family going out again today, unless a dire emergency forces it, though. You can thank all the fuckwads Frank and I encountered in traffic for that, too." Jeremiah reassures. "I'll let them know." Markus resigns. "Thanks." Liza gasps. "Anytime." Markus restates.
Essentially crafting a trend with using his phone to keep promises, Markus retreats to his wife."Guys, I just got word. Burt's having them carpool here tomorrow, because of today's traffic issues. He also felt it was fairest to share our good night messages now, so we all can charge our phones. I covered us on it, so dad's decision for our night, just kicked in." Markus educates. Sitting back in a chain reaction, that household unwittingly trails a family wide trend, which leads into discussing today's remaining agenda. As they agree to let it surround meals and watching movies, Frank's phone goes off. Grabbing it, he learns there are a couple meals waiting for them in the fridge, that are as easy as reheat and eat. Kiki advised it, because no one knew when anyone else in the family would be home. Thanking Ted, Frank learns Lori, Alicia, Keisha and Mack did it for their remaining households. However, Taia advised they wait to explain it, in case anyone's phone batteries were too low to turn on. "Makes sense." Frank replies. Closing that chat out with a repeat of good night wishes, he puts his phone away. Extending her right arm, Anita cups his jaw, guiding her husband's lips to hers for a slow kiss. Stealthily reusing the same moves, Tynie's clueless to the fact, it resumed another family wide pattern. Dispelling their affections, Bobby and Frank rise to get their meal ready, their wives handling coffee table prep and drinks. Assembling as they were before all that, Tynie's household enjoys the meal, which becomes part of another across the family consensus. Unaware of it, cleanup's resolved by the same people who prepared coffee tables. Rejoining their spouses, those folks are given the reclining sections, moments before entertainment centers get used. Channel surfing, no one in Tynie's family finds movies they believe are worth watching, so the entertainment centers are shut off. Setting the remotes aside, Bobby receives this invitation "Lay out, sexy bear. You deserve it, after the hell you endured today." Chastely kissing her, he gets a worried smirk, and obliges her request. Looking down, Tynie quietly blends resting her right hand over his heartbeat, with finding out her expression's mutual. "I'm just trying to show you, nothing will change how I take care of you." Tynie rationalizes. "That's mutual, sugar. I'm fine, so you can relax." Bobby extolls.
Slowly nodding, she braces him against her, long enough to recline. Delicately resting his left hand on hers, Bobby gets a soft, elated breath. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he just made her day." Frank assumes. "Same here, gorgeous. Now, I'd like to know what you'd do if, I asked you to do what he did.. for me?" Anita dares. "Let me show you, angel." Frank goads. Grinning, she lives out proof, her spouse will gladly grant that kind of desire. A few minutes later, Frank receives the same reaction as Bobby, as the surrounding area goes silent. Basking in the ensuing peace, Tynie hums a relaxed breath, her husband, sister and spiritual brother following suit. Unknowingly resuming yet another family wide activity by doing so, Tynie's household disbands their holds, long enough to take turns using the restroom. Glancing up at his wife, Bobby resounds "I love you with everything I am, babe. Today, I came way too close to not getting more chances to show you and the world. I'm taking.. No… making as many opportunities as I can, to change that. All you have to do is, tell me if you think it's too dangerous, or enjoy it, depending on the surrounding circumstances. I'll honor your wishes, but aside from them, everything else is on me. You heard me right, sugar. As of right now, your days of using your J.Y.D. reputation and being armed are genuinely over. I know this vow concerns you, but it's my best way to prove my oath to protect you, let alone being worthy of being your bear. Frank told me, he's doing the same for Anita, so you ladies get peace for longer than a few hours. Hell, for all we know, the other ladies in our family may get the same deal." "Honey, I can see that, too. As a bonus, it'd cut down how often Frank has to use his NYPD credentials on gun cleaning kits. I'm glad for that, because it beats him being accused of abusing that option. Our love's mutually strong, but you need to understand something. I'm doting over you, every time injuries enter the equation, regardless of the severity." Tynie explicates. "Alright, beautiful." Bobby deems.
Carefully rising to kiss her, he makes it a fairly slow one. Resuming his prior pose, Bobby joins his wife in hearing Anita get similar vows. "Little Shit didn't have to worry about my credentials the way she did, though." Frank concludes. "I know, but in a way, she was justified. We learned about new state regulations today, and God knows if others got enhanced. I'd rather not have you get that answer the hard way, when we can just as easily make Bobby's theory our new family deal. If you'll cover it tomorrow, realize my love for you is just as strong as yours for me, and understand I'm treating your injuries like she is Bobby's, everything will be settled." Anita reconsiders. "You've got it, sexy." Frank assents. Delicately arising to give his wife a kiss, Frank's met in the middle, and soon guided to lay out. Sitting back, Anita gloats "Damn that felt good." "It was slick as hell, too." Frank reissues. "Baby, are we…" Tynie starts. "Living out the start of a well deserved, and if I can help it permanent revival, yes." Bobby finishes. Sharing a smile, Tynie's jolted by her phone going off, her husband intercepting it. "Guys, Alice just cross referenced a news story from Channel 27. Our deal on Frank's credentials was perfectly timed, because those regulations got made stricter. Now, he can only get four cases per order, and there must be a month's gap between them. She wasn't sure if you guys charged your phones, so she texted my baby. Mack's warning the others as I speak, claiming our hand was forced. We believe, it's best to keep the real motives private because of how society's getting. In the same vein, he considered having us updated urgent, because of our home and personal security rules. I have nothing but respect for that, and I'm about to tell them the same's true for you." Bobby reports. "You wouldn't be lying, brother." Frank regards. "Babe, thank them for us, too?" Tynie coaxes. "Gladly." Bobby teases.
Enforcing his word, and storing his wife's phone, he lays out across her again. Groaning as well, he inspires her to ask "would you like to share massages, honey?" "I'd love to, when we're alone, beauty." Bobby attests. "Ohh, that's right. Frank doesn't want our massage oils used on these couches, because of the risk it'll fuck up their reclining mechanisms. I don't blame him, especially given how petty our insurance provider's become." Tynie remembers. "I hope they pay out the nuts for that, sis. Seriously, because it's affected people who aren't nearly as financially well off as us. I know our men want us happy, but that breaks my heart and pisses me off, at the same time." Anita denigrates. "Angel, when I met with Jeanine earlier, I learned the feds are all over it. So, your wish may come true, sooner than you think. If it does, I can see those folks benefitting to the point, they never have to worry about medical bills again. Another thing I did was, donate twenty million dollars, on behalf of our entire family, to St. Lucia's VetsHeart bill aid program. I couldn't do more, because they have a cap on those, and my donation nearly broke it. Terri at our bank told me, she's processed those before, which is how she knew. She also assured me, all it did was, put a small dent in our finances. I have the text that proves it, saved as evidence, too." Frank testifies. "That was seriously kickass of you, brother." Tynie brags. "Jeanine thought so, too. In fact, what I said about policy violations made it so, she could do my donation and honor Tia's work around. She still has our papers, but I'm pretty sure I can get mine back tomorrow." Frank recaps. "I'll do that, lover. You've worked your sexy ass off, and you have more lined up, so it's only fair." Anita disapproves. "Alright, sweetheart." Frank concedes, with a smile. "Guys, what do you say to us leaving today's business there?" Bobby compels. "Barring new shit going live, I'm in." Tynie abstains. "I believe that makes four of us, brother." Anita supposes. "It does, but as Tynie said, everything else is best suited for total privacy." Frank re-terms. "That's true. I just hope the others understand, I'm using it to back helping on drinks or cooking at Jeremiah's." Tynie reassesses. "I won't let you, this time, baby. You just had another life and death surgery, so I'm telling our family not to have you work unless it's connected to an issue we consider urgent. If any of them take issue with it, their ass will be mine." Bobby refuses.
Surrendering with a short nod, Tynie hears her phone go off, again. Retrieving it, she learns Liza imposed the same rule, and made it permanent. "Bobby, I hope you can forgive me. It's just, I saw Tynie's post-op guidelines. Dr. Perez ordered we obey them to the letter, because she doesn't want Tynie facing cardioverter issues we can avoid." Liza finalizes. "Spousal access is a thing of the Gods, sis. You used it, to back making what Bobby just told me, a forever deal. Here's the thing, we'll need copies of the papers, for Frank's insurance. He said, it's to cover our asses if those issues hit when we're not together as a family. Anita would've been asked to ask you sooner, if it weren't for all the shitwarts on the roads fryin' his nerves like a fuckin' chicken. He admitted it, right after Alice texted me, so we're good." Tynie types out. Showing her spouse, she sees him hit "send." A matter of minutes pass, before Liza responds "Frank has nerves of steel, but I can see how the combination of why we were out and traffic, fried them. My honey said, he's planting the copies in Anita's purse before you leave my house. Barring urgent shit arising, but he's advised, we save Alice's text as evidence, and let this be the last time any woman in our family renews gun cards. We're also discussing Tia's wedding tomorrow, because there are questions on what kind of delays she'll encounter for the license, and honeymoon." "Sis, this is Bobby. I stand by how Tynie explained our latest chat, but the honeymoon's my turf. You weren't aware of it, but it's because of news Frank got, I've been asked not to repeat over our phones. You know what family history backs that, but I'll need to find out if we can legally pay for the marriage license. If so, that's on me, too." Bobby interrupts. "Alright, brother. Let Frank, Tynie, and Anita know the deal?" Liza coaxes. "Sure." Bobby retorts. Ending their chat like all other family texted ones, he upholds the latest promise. "Frank, he was right. You basically stared the feds down twice in one day, so it's best for our household's wedding gifts to come from Bobby's account. If we can't do the marriage license, I'll use my spousal access to get you a fifth of Johnnie Walker Black for helping me get drinks for the wedding and reception." Tynie defends. "You don't have to pay me for that, sis. I'll be glad to do it, but we'll need to swap your Mazda out for a larger car." Frank denies. "Just tell me who you cut the deal with, and I'll stand by it, by swearing our insurance provider left you no choice. They kicked that door clean off it's fuckin' hinges, so I'm storming through the sumbitch like I have a search warrant!" Tynie discerns. "She's right, guys. Our whole family's justified in going that route, especially since the feds are involved." Anita reckons.
Discovering both ladies were right, Bobby and Frank carefully leave the couches, and escort their wives from them. Acting out kin trends for ending time together, that household has no idea, it was timed almost perfectly with all their relatives. Secluded in their areas, Tynie and Anita are guided through their day ending routines, only to return the favor. Facing each other at the bed's edge, Tynie's given today's slowest, and most passionate kiss. As it ends, she grabs Bobby's ass with both hands, while staring into his eyes. "I adore how you told me, you want us taking our time tonight, sexy. If you'll hold me like I'm holding you, I'll see if my next idea inspires your gorgeous body to guide us through how our massages are timed." She alludes. Widely smiling, he obliges her wish, getting a hot kiss as she rocks her hips against him. Howling into her mouth, Bobby signals it's waking his arousal, as the other proof develops between his legs. Breaking the kiss off, Tynie sultrily says "I want you to watch, and enjoy what I'm about to do to you, hottie." "As you wish, sugar." Bobby hoarsely elicits. Liberating each other of their holds, Tynie kneels before him, and frees his dick. Urgently dropping his stare, Bobby feels his wife begin giving him a fierce blowjob. Grunting from it's intensity, he growls and groans, while enjoying every minute. Delicately resting his left hand on her head, Bobby secretly loathes it, when he grunts "This has been phenomenal. Damnit, I'm about to bust my nuts, really hard. Hottie, you ready?" Tynie feels the eruption he mentioned flood her throat. Gulping it down, she gently puts his dick back in his jeans, and stands up.
Licking the remnants off her lips, Tynie smiles, with lust flaring in her eyes. "Beauty, seriously, that was fuckin' hot. I swear, you'll get your world rocked just as much as mine was, soon." Bobby breathily gleams. "I have another idea for you, gorgeous. Of course, you'll need to be sitting on our bed, naked with your hands at your sides to experience it." Tynie provocatively challenges. "Ohh damn. No problem, baby." Bobby gruffly agrees. Exchanging a deviant grin, they kiss again, letting it lead into Bobby's end of that promise being kept. As for Tynie's, she blends periodically checking him out, with giving him a strip show and exotic dance. Enthralled by it, he feels her end it by mounting him, and mewling "Damn, hottie. You're huge, feels divine." "Baby, you're a tight, wet, sexy minx. Ohh, how you've shown it tonight, turned me on so badly, that all I want to do is: fuck you until your world's shattered." Bobby hoarsely confesses. "Go for it, babe." Tynie craves.
Cupping her hips, he acts on that desire, which is enhanced by their sexual sounds blending. Adoring it, Tynie eventually shares a fierce orgasm with her husband. Rasping breaths, Bobby reaches up to check her heart rate, with a bit of panic in his eyes. Deeming it a cue, she slows her breaths to calm herself. A short time later, Bobby mutters "You're good." "Yeah. You were exquisite, especially with how slickly you segued checking on me." Tynie brags. "Thank you, lover. You were magnificent, but I don't want us moving from our bed right away. Unless we get word of an emergency, because of what today meant for you." Bobby remarks. "Good call." Tynie slurs. Wrapping his arms around her, he guides his wife to lay out on him, and feels her nuzzle his chest. "My bear took care of me, now's my turn." Tynie mutters. "Aww, alright angel." Bobby concedes, with another wide smile. Recuperating in that pose, she gently ends it, and preps his massage. Trailing her logic, Bobby's just as oblivious to the rest of the world as his wife. Once their massages are done, he kisses her cheek, and puts that oil away. As he rejoins her, Tynie flirts "My bear's so fuckin' hot." "So's my Deity." Bobby acclaims. Grinning as a light blush caresses her cheeks, Tynie kisses him, just like she did at the start of their private time. Just after this one ends, they mutually vow love, and resume enjoying their passions. Deliberately ignoring all else, until they're sweaty and satiated, Tynie grabs the covers. Tossing them over herself and Bobby, she cuddles him, quietly realizing nothing's impeded on their night. Forfeiting to slumber, those two unknowingly join all their loved ones, in snoring through one fact:
A day centered on a seriously harrowing surgery, ended in peace.