AN: This is a revised post of chapter 8. Trying to fix errors, and add things here and there. I hope you enjoy. Also if anyone sees errors, please bring them to my attention. Chapters 1-6 have not been revised. So far just chapter 7 and 8.
Donny,
To be honest we are all shocked at your last letter. Your mother and sister are still in shock. I am proud of you my boy, but are you sure about this? I mean you asked a woman you have only known for two months to spend the rest of her life with you. Are you using rational judgment? Do you need one of us to come visit to make sure everything is okay? We are just worried. We only know about the few things you have told us about this girl, and you have only told us that she is beautiful, she is a nurse, and she puts up with your shit. When I said she was a keeper son, I hope you understand that I was just using sarcasm.
Your mother wants to know if she is even Jewish. You know I won't judge you, but your mother is worried about your decision if she isn't. How is this marriage even going to work? Have the two of you even spoken about it? Are you getting married there? Or are you going to wait until you get back to the states? Your sister said you need to wait so she can try to talk some sense into you.
Please think more about this and I hope to hear back to you soon.
Love,
Your father.
Donny reread the letter for the third time this morning. He had thought his parents would be a little shocked, but he had not expected this reaction. He hadn't expected it at all. He felt like his heart was in his throat. Reading the letter made him nervous. Not nervous that he still wanted to marry Liez. It made him nervous because he never once thought that the fact that she wasn't Jewish would be a problem. He had never talked about religion with her. He assumed that she was Catholic. Most people he had met here in Europe were Catholic.
He worried his lower lip through his teeth as he again read the letter. He needed to write them as quickly as he could so he could better explain Liez to them, and why he had made the decision. The only problem though was that they would want to know he was getting married because he loved her. The problem though he couldn't say he loved her when he hadn't even told her yet.
He wanted to tell her when he could make the moment memorable. The proposal had been less than nice. He needed to tell her he loved her when he could do so on two feet outside of the hospital. It did not feel right to tell his parents before he told her. He sighed and folded the letter and set it on the little table next to the hospital bed. Reading it over and over again would not change anything about the way his family felt about the engagement.
He was angry with family, he really was. He knew though if he were in their shoes, he'd feel the same way. At the same time it was his choice, and he wished they would respect him more about it. The fact they had asked if he was using rational thought meant they thought he was being delusional. Which meant they thought she was being so too. That made the anger burn harsher in the pit of his stomach. Despite the anger, this was his family, they told him the truth, always. So no matter how much he wished for false happiness from them, he wasn't going to receive it. He let out a long sigh and glanced over at the folded letter. He wanted to throw it away that way when Liez got there she wouldn't see it.
He chose not to though. He needed to be honest with her. They were going to get married and if he didn't start opening up to her then they were never going to make it to the altar. It had been a whole week since they have gotten engaged and they have just been enjoying each other's company. To continue to enjoy each other meant they needed to be honest with each other.
After reading the letter he realized that they had more that they needed to start considering. His stomach knotted up at the thought of having to actually plan a wedding. He sat back on the pillows and tried not to really think about it. If he thought about it, he would get nervous. If he got nervous, he would get a headache. Lately the headaches were nearly as bad as the growing nerves in his lower half.
Liez had explained to him a few days ago that the pain medications that he was still on would give him headaches if his blood pressure became too elevated. He had suffered from a headache the day she told him. Donny knew without a doubt that he did not want to have to endure again. So he sat back and relaxed. Liez had told him to try to clear his mind by thinking of anything that was not stressful and made him happy.
A smile drifted onto his face as he closed his eyes and imagined her. She meant a whole lot to him since he found her not to be stressful and that just the thought of her made him happy. Eventually he settled, and fell asleep.
He was sleeping when she entered. She frowned slightly. He looked troubled. She let him sleep though, not wanting to disturb him. He needed his rest. She was still a nurse despite being fired from the hospital, so she knew how important rest really was to the healing body. And the stress that his had undertaken, he really did need the rest still even after coming so far in his recovery.
She sat down her purse and then made herself comfortable in the chair next to his bed. As she became relaxed she realized that she should probably invest in some literature to keep her busy during the times he slept. Otherwise she just sat there like she did now. Yes indeed, she needed to bring reading material to occupy herself.
Her eyes wandered the room until she found the new letter sitting on the table next to her and the bed. She hesitated a moment before grabbing it up and quickly reading it. At first she wanted to respect his privacy. She trusted Donny to tell her what was in that letter, but she had the time with nothing else to do. It was a lousy excuse to invade her future husband's privacy, she knew that, but it wasn't stopping her.
Halfway through the letter though, she wished she would have practiced some restraint. The words of his father hurt her. Yet could she blame them? No, she couldn't. If she had a child in the same position as Donny, she would have sent a very similar letter, if not had come herself. In fact she wondered why one of his family members hadn't come to try and put a stop to the two of them.
Reality set in. They probably wanted to come; they probably just didn't have the funds to make it here. She set the letter down. She sighed. Honestly if she had the funds she would send it to them so they could come. Yet like most people, she didn't make that much. That didn't matter though. She had always made enough to get by after what was left of her brother's things and the small family farm had been taken by the German government, if it hadn't burned in the war. She could possibly petition to get it back like other's had done, but she had no desire for any of it. She thought about it for a moment so she could sell the place, but it was not as if anyone would be willing to buy it if it was still standing.
There were also too many mixed memories, so she just left it alone, deciding to move on with her life. She had done well thus far. She had worked hard as a nurse, and she was sure she could do the same when she got to the states. That would only be after making sure that Donny didn't need her help first. She sighed again, which woke her future husband.
"Why the sour look?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes of the sleep that resided there.
"I was just thinking about my brother," she whispered without thinking.
Silence hung over the both of them for a moment. She looked up at him and wore a sad smile. She reached out and took his hand. "My brother wouldn't want us to get married either. I think my parent's would feel the same way. I don't really know though, I didn't really get a chance to really know them." As she spoke she pointed to the letter so he would know she read it. Though what she was saying was enough for him to guess that she had.
"It isn't like my parents don't want us to get married, they just-"
"Think you are making a rash decision," she finished for him. He nodded, and squeezed her hand gently.
"Precisely. But I am not." He stated with a wide smile. She would never know, but that was the same smile he wore before he beat Nazi's to death. It was a smile that he gave when he was truly happy. And sitting here with her, even under these circumstances, he was truly happy. His pulse quickened in delight.
She stood from her chair and came to sit on the bed with him. She was glad that she had come later, after the nurse had already came. It gave her time to be alone with Donny, they apparently had many things they needed to converse about.
Before they could start talking about the letter more, Donny kissed her. He cupped the side of her face in his big hand and moved his mouth against hers. They had been growing closer, and he wanted to get used to kissing her anytime he wanted to. She could tell this by the way he made to possess her mouth since they had become engaged. He had taken baby steps though with the liberties he took when kissing her.
She didn't complain about it though. It was something she rather enjoyed. But all their moments had been short, and sweet, but mostly short. Today was going to be different though, and she was going to make sure of it. She moved against him gently to give her better access to possess his mouth the way he made to do to her.
Her hands found their way into his hair where she raked her nails against the back of his scalp as she slanted her mouth over his. She knew that Donny was not used to her being the one in control, but she was entitled to try this, and in her own way she needed him to know if he wanted to own her mouth he needed to give her more than short sweet kisses. Her hands wound into his dark hair. Her mouth was hot against his. She was not the most experienced kisser, but she had read enough novellas about romance to know that she could mimic what she had read.
With the sensitive tip of her tongue she traced the edge of his lower lip. Donny went to pull back to ask her what she was doing but when his mouth opened her velvet soft tongue darted inside his. The question he was going to ask got tangled up in his confused mind. Her tongue slid against his, and he offered a growl of pleasure in response. He was no longer confused, she could tell. This was okay, and if he wanted to kiss her as thoroughly as she was doing to him now, then he could damn well do so.
She sighed her own pleasure at his reaction. The kiss was long, and demanding. Her mouth slanted over his over and over again, while her tongue stoked the fire inside him. She too felt herself getting hot, and in the pit of her stomach she was starting to ache with need. The kiss seemed endless, and Donny couldn't help but be surprised about how she took charge.
Her fingers threaded into his hair that had grown a bit from the last time she had cut it. His hair was so soft, just like his lips that responded to her. One of her hands traveled down and touched the pulse of his neck. Beneath her finger tips she felt his pulse leaping. It made her happy to know that his heart beat as fast as hers at the moment.
Her hand then traveled up to play with his earlobe gently so she wouldn't want to try and move her hand lower to his chest. She never knew how much she wanted to touch him all over until their tongues were gently fencing in a passionate dance.
Yet while she restrained herself, her future husband didn't. He moved a bit on the bed so he could place a hand on her hip. She hadn't really noticed that he had done this; her mind was too lost in the wild abandon of their kiss. She noticed though when his hand glided over her skirt from her hip to her butt, where he dug his fingers into the plump flesh.
She squealed a bit against his mouth and went to break the kiss. He took charge though and wouldn't allow it. He only deepened the kiss and the arm that was on her neck wrapped around her shoulders to clutch her closer to him. Eventually she didn't care though, even though she was sure that his fingers were going to leave bruises on her backside. Let him touch me, she thought. She had told him that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and this was going to be a part of it. And it wasn't unpleasant in the least. In fact, it was wonderful, and left her wanting.
If her future husband was going to touch her, she felt it was okay to let her hand at least explore his chest. She had wanted to touch him for a while now. She let her hand slide down to his chest, which was covered by his hospital gown, but she could feel the muscles beneath, as well as the hair on his chest. She wanted to feel the hair, to let her fingers be tickled by them, but the damned cloth was covering his chest.
Then he pushed away, breaking the kiss. Both of them were breathing hard. She glanced at him shyly all of a sudden. What had she done? Then she realized she was trying to show Donny that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and they shouldn't have to hold back. His short, but sweet kisses that he had done often had been him holding back. No more. And by the shit eating grin he was wearing, she had accomplished her goal.
"We need to start planning our wedding," she whispered after both of their breathing had become even.
"That we do," he said as he took one of her hands into his. Their fingers laced together and her heart skipped a beat.