Chapter 70: Crying

"Sorry. You know how I get when you're all like this." I then backed away, and held out my hands. "I'll stop. Unless?" Chichi turned away from me, and in a way, I felt rejected. "That hurt, you know. But I'll let it slide. This once." My husband is pure evil. I then pulled away from her. "Fine, I'll behave. It's just that I miss you so much." With that, we went to bed, and I wasn't allowed to touch her.

I was feeling a little too hurt. Did I really do something wrong? I could understand yesterday, since I just came home for good. But what about today? Usually when I got her this angry, it always end in me proving how sorry I was. And the only way I did that was making her feel good. But this time, this time, she just rejected me. I must have done something really bad. Was it the really the fact of breaking the outside bath, or being naked in front of the guess? Me and the boys were just playing, and the breaking was an accident. Unless she's more mad about the whole naked thing. I really need to do something to make her happy. But what?

The next day, I woke up and she wasn't on her side. For a brief moment, I panicked. I did a quick sense, and she was in the kitchen. I was still bummed about last night. But a ki heading upstairs made me change my frown. Goten then ran on top of me, and started going off about I better hurry for breakfast. Since Chichi rule has been reinforced. I carry the little guy with me downstairs. I say good morning to everyone, and we dig into Chichi's wonderful cooking. Afterwards, the boys wanted to spar till lunch. I was able to see where Goten fell short, and help him out. I even got a good match in with Gohan. My boys are incredible.

This time we had Goten's favorite for lunch. But I did happen to notice Chichi playing with food, during most of the meal. Usually, she either eats quickly, to start on dishes, or eat slow enough, to enjoy the meal. But she's playing, and I could tell she's fighting back a frown. Not good. Looks like someone has something on their mind, and isn't telling me. After lunch, the boys dragged me outside to play games. Looks like I'm going have to wait a bit longer, to find out what's wrong with Chichi. During dinner she did it again. Once the boys goes to bed, I'm getting to the bottom of this. Today I got the great honor of putting both my sons to bed. Even got to tell Goten a bedtime story. I also got to see Gohan smile, as he fell asleep.

The moment I enter our room, I spot her reading a book in bed. She's also making that face, the one where she's trying to focus on one thing but mind is in another. I simply walk to her side and sit. She takes a second to look at me, then goes back to her book. "Put the book down. Or would you prefer me to take it." She gives me an angry look, but does put down the book. "What's on your mind, Chichi?" She just crosses her arms, pouts, and looks away. "Please tell me what's wrong." Now she's trying to turn away from me. Ok, that's it. If she's really doing this, I have no choice. I quickly grab her, and pull her on my lap. She tries to fight me, but it's not going to work. "Not this time. I let it slide yesterday. Same way you let me slide with one thing. So, now you can't get away." She kept pouting, and trying to face away. "Tell me what's wrong. Please. You know how I am, when I see you upset. Now tell me what's wrong, so I can make it better."

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The moment I woke up, everything felt off. I looked to a still sleeping husband, and couldn't help but frown. Did the excitement of him returning finally came down? I think so. Looking at him now, I feel oddly upset. But it's not at him, somehow. It almost feels like I'm upset with myself. I rejected him last night. I even rejected myself. For the last two days he's been giving me attention, something that became foreign during the last 7 years. Have I really forgotten how it felt to be given attention to?

As I prepared breakfast, I can't help but wonder about things. During those 7 years, I gave my boys everything. I didn't think about me. Day in and day out, I made sure they were taken care of. Whenever dad asked to take them, to give me a break, I declined it. After all, my boys need me. Dad even dared to suggest I move back, with the boys. I couldn't do that to them or myself. This is our home, and here we'll stay. I'm so grateful he helped me out, but I wasn't leaving my boys. When Gohan finally became old enough for high school, I finally started letting my boys leave the house. During play dates, I brought both boys, and helped Bunny.

When Goten was sick, I didn't ask for help. I was his mother; I'm supposed to take care of him. I made sure my boys had everything. I rarely even let Gohan go out, unless it was to run errands or we all was going somewhere. I made sure he caught up to all the years of missed studies. But maybe I over did it. After I clean up breakfast dishes, I felt I was now going through my everyday motions. Even during lunch, I couldn't stop thinking about all the effort I put into my boys. I did everything I could to make their lives happy. But at the cost of my own. When they gave me that top, it was the first time in years I actually had a moment to myself. First time I actually felt taken care of, at least, emotionally.

When he came back, with the thought it'll be for a day, I was prepared to be in the background. I was prepared for him to give his attention to the boys, and the tournament. But when he pulled me into a hug, I wasn't prepared for that. When he kissed me, I wasn't prepared for that either. He made sure to give me attention, as well. Then, when it was time to go, I felt regret. Regret that I didn't give him attention. I felt empty. But once he was gone, I closed my feelings away and focused, again, on my son.

He officially came back, and he showed me with attention. I was the first one he hugged. But when we came home, I tried to leave his embrace. I was trying to escape his warmth. All I could think about was making sure everyone else was taken care of. I wasn't allowing myself the attention. Even when we got the house to ourselves, I still denied his attention. He was being very understanding, but still tried to give me attention. Even throughout yesterday, he was giving me attention, and I kept trying to deny it. Last night was proof of my rejection. But it wasn't towards him, it was more, towards me. Seeing him naked again, reminded me of something I have long forgotten, and it made me angry. My husband is back, but I'm just denying him at every turn. I don't deserve his attention. The boys need it more than I do.

"Put the book down. Or would you prefer me to take it." I gave him an angry look, but I marked my page, and set the book on my nightstand. "What's on your mind, Chichi?" I just cross my arms, pout, and look away. "Please tell me what's wrong." I don't want to look at him right now. I don't want him to see me. He then puts me in his lap, and is holding me. "Not this time. I let it slide yesterday. Same way you let me slide with one thing. So, now you can't get away." I keep pouting, and I'm trying to face away from him. "Tell me what's wrong. Please. You know how I am, when I see you upset. Now tell me what's wrong, so I can make it better."

But there's nothing you can do. It's not something you can fix. "I'm fine Goku. Just worry about the boys. I'll be ok."

"Lair!" I haven't heard him use that tone of voice with me, since forever. "Tell me what's wrong, now Chichi!"

"I said I'm fine!" I tried to keep my voice, low enough, to not wake the boys.

"If you're fine, then why then why were you crying last night?" Was I really crying? I don't ever remember doing so. "You were, in your sleep. I tried waking you up, but it didn't work. You made me worried. And when I didn't see you when I woke up, I panicked. Chichi. You know how I am when something is wrong with you. Now please, please tell me what's wrong. I want to make you all better."

That's when I finally started to cry. He's giving me attention again, and trying everything to make me feel better. Me out of all people. I don't deserve him. He's wiping away my tears, and holding me close. He's trying everything to calm me down, and comfort me. And all I can do it cry. I just feel so small, and helpless right now. Even when I'm finally calming down, he's holding me, like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I feel so loved. It actually makes me happy. Now I'm crying all over again.

"Chichi." He sounds so worried. "What's wrong? Tell me. Please." I just look at him, as my sobbing becomes whimpers. He's rubbing the tears away, and I just feel more special. "Tell me what's wrong. My perfect wife isn't supposed to be hurt when I'm around. Now tell your husband how to make you all better." Hearing him say it like that makes me go another round of crying. I just can't right now. "Honey. Talk to me. Come on. Tell me what's wrong." I just end up crying more. At this point I'm getting a headache and the hiccups. He then kisses me.

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She's crying and she won't tell me what's wrong. Every time she calms down enough, I try asking again, and again she cries. Why is this perfect creature crying? Did I do something wrong? Is she hurting in some way? What's wrong with my perfect little wife? I can't take it anymore. I tried having her talk to me, but clearly that isn't working. But she always get mad at me, when I try the other way. But looks like I have no choice.

I then kiss her lips full force. She's clearly taken aback, but then she kisses back. When we finally part, it's only for a second, as she kisses me. We end up till she's breathless, and I kiss her forehead. I keep her super close. She then kisses my chin. When I look at her, she looks ready to cry again. I kiss her till our tongues dance. I can feel her small hand rubbing my arm. I tried to part the kiss, but she just follows me. "Does my Chichi want more?" She nods. I keep kissing her, and I let my hand travel her wonderful thigh. Oh, how I missed touching her.

As we continued kissing, I was dying to touch more. This time when we parted our kiss, she had finally started crying. She touched my face. I kiss her forehead. "Can you, um, let me go for a moment?" I don't want to, and end up just holding tighter. I'm not letting her get away. She kissed my jaw. "I'm just going to lock he door." I just carried her, and made my way to the door. Once locked, I kept her in my arms, as I walked back to the bed. I sat down, keeping her on my lap. "Let me go." Why? "So, I could take off my clothes."

"Let me rip them off." She looked shock, but instead of anger, she was smiling. "Are these your new favorite?" She nodded. I actually felt annoyed and sad. "So, no ripping?" She shook her head. "Then hurry up. I want you back in my arms." She smiled as I let her go. Watching her take her clothes off, left me drooling. The moment she was left in her panties, I tried quickly to get rid of my clothes. Then I had her back in my arms. I kissed her, then laid her on the bed. As I hovered over her, I took in every inch of her. "You're still as breath taking as I remembered." She started blushing. I looked over the area under her stomach, and I didn't see a new scar. "So, Goten was easier on your body?"

She had a brief frown, before smiling again. "Sort of." I was confused. "I was able to give birth naturally, but made it that I couldn't have anymore babies." That's when I saw tears fall again. I started kissing my way up to her neck.

"So, no more little ones?" She nod her head. I kept my hands at her hips. "Does that make my wife sad?" She nodded. I hug her close, and kissed her deeply. "Don't be sad. The two we were able to make, are the most wonderful, perfect little ones. Want to know why?" She nod her head. "They have the universes perfect mommy. Because she poured all her heart and soul into making them happy." She was smiling at that. "Now it's her turn to get love poured into her." She was giggling at that. "I don't know why your giggling. It's true. You've done everything, so you deserve everything. Now, tell me everything you want."

She gave me the biggest smile I haven't seen in years. "I want my husband to kiss my boo boos. I want my husband to shower me with love. And most of all." She pilled me into a quick kiss. "I want my husband to give me special attention every chance he gets." I was very happy to hear her request.

I kissed along her neck. "Does my pretty little wife want that special attention now?" I felt her hands rubbing my back.

"Second thought, no. But I do want you to continue holding me like this the rest of the night." I felt slightly sad that I couldn't go any further. But was happy to at least hold her naked body. "Don't pout. Blame the headache I got from crying a lot."

"I'm not blaming anything. Besides." I grinned at her. "This way I could give you a proper good morning, since the door is lock." Her face became super red, and she looked away. I gently made her look at me. "Better yet, gonna give you a small bit of special attention now." Her eyes widen, as she watched me kiss my way lower.

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Yesterday mom was acting funny, so I thought it be best if we left her alone. Thankfully Goten got the message, and help me pull dad away. Mom sometimes get like that, so I try to make her not worry as much. But this morning mom seems a little too happy. Even Goten notice it. At least mom and dad doesn't smell weird. But mom is somehow beaming with joy. They definitely did something. I looked over to dad, and he's smiling at mom. Eww, gross.

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Mom's… I mean. My parent's door was locked this morning. I wonder why. Mommy never locked her door. Maybe it's a daddy thing. As mom made breakfast, for some reason, she seemed extra happy. That's good. Yesterday she didn't look happy, and I wanted to do something. Everyone noticed but Gohan thought it be best to leave mom alone. I don't think daddy thought the same; telling how he always took a moment to look back at the house. Gohan was trying to give mommy space, but I think daddy wanted to find out what was bugging mommy. I guess he found out last night, since mommy looks happy this morning. Gohan is giving dad the eww face. I wonder why. Probably mom and dad did what Trunks called kissy stuff. Whatever they did it made mom happy, so I shouldn't think about it.