Things to the Be Thankful For: The Thanksgiving Edition
Tuesday
"Daryl…I am ready to go. I'm horny and hungry which is a deadly combination. Thank goodness you are off graveyard," she enters the garage.
"I am finished…hand me the box of sockets," he directs.
Sasha picks up the box and hand it over with her left hand. When she looks down expecting an empty space an open red velvet box with an unusual stunning ring stares at her. It is happening. This is not a drill. She feels his full presence behind her as he places his hands on the work table boxing her in close.
"I am going to be selfish. I want you forever. I do not deserve you and I will get more wrong than right but I want a lifetime of trying to get it right. I want a truckload of babies that jump on the bed and tear through the house you fussing and loving us every single day. May I have what I want?" his voice is deep, strong and sure.
She wants to speak...she opens her mouth to speak but there is too much love pumping from her heart so she nods vigorously. He picks up her left hand and retrieves the ring with his right; securing it on her finger. He places her newly engaged hand over her heart and embraces her from behind. Minutes pass before she speaks, "I have something for you," she takes him by the hand into the house.
They stand at the foot of the bed facing each other. She undresses him slowly with extra tender care and slow, unexpected kisses to his shoulder, wrist and hip. He comes undone until he is a trembling, wanton mess. She disrobes quickly and slides onto the bed-spreading her legs just enough for her clit to peek out. He crawls to her and reaches for the condom on the left nightstand. She stops him with her left hand and threads their fingers together. "We do not need those anymore." His eyes widen. She answers the un-asked question, "We are not making a baby tonight. I don't want anything between us anymore. It is just us now. I am giving you every inch of me." He nods and kisses her with all the passion within him. She takes his rigid cock and guides him inside and her body and soul take flight.
"Sweetheart," he breathes out, "Can you feel us," he strokes deep. Their hands, bodies and hearts are joined. They kiss and grasp blocking out everything that is not them.
"Forever…Daryl…I am going to love you forever," her voice reaches a crescendo as her orgasm knocks her flat.
"Sasha…sweet-argh," he roars as his orgasm shoots through him. They lie together in their new beginning.
"Thanks for inviting me," Jessie greets with a cheery smile.
"Thank you for saying yes," Spencer replies. They are having lunch in the Court House Mess Hall. "You are a lot of fun…I enjoyed our time at 'Indigo Cue'. You think you might be interested in more?"
"What do you mean?" she asks. Remember what you want is important.
He shrugs, "Dating exclusively," he trails off.
"Exclusively…purpose…end goal?" she digs deeper.
"I want a life…a traditional life-house, kids, car…wife. I guess I could have said that better," he attempts to order his jumbled words. Psych evaluation: desire to dominate.
Jessie beams, "Sounds like a plan I could explore." He is no alpha male but if his dick is decent this could work.
Harry they made it," Lonette calls through the house looking out the window. He moves down the hallway and opens the front door. Sasha flies out the car, pecks her father's cheek and shouts, "Mama…where you at?"
He continues to the car to help with the bags. "Hey Son…what's all the excitement about?"
"I am marrying your daughter," Daryl pauses waiting for a reaction.
"I know," he sounds unimpressed.
"Uh…I asked and put a ring on it Pops," he tries to illuminate the significance.
"Oh, congratulations," he embraces him.
"Mama where are you?" Sasha shouts.
"In here Girl…where the fire?" she sips tea nestled on the couch.
"On my engaged finger," she struts into the room exaggerating the sway of her hips.
"Shut your mouth…don't you get my pressure up," she admonishes places her mug on the side table.
Sasha moves closer waving her hand back and forth dramatically. Ms. Lonette stands and grasps her hand examining the ring. She looks up at her daughter's face. The heart eyes and joyful smile tell the story. She pulls her into a hug. "I could not be happier…you got the right one baby."
"I know…he is…I mean…Mama I love him so," she can't finish a single thought.
"We all do…speaking of which…where is he? Daryl-get your behind in this house and explain this ring. Harry you better not be in that garage getting greasy," she continues to issue orders.
"Look here Woman…we are carrying bags. You want to help-no, didn't think so," he moves down the hall. Daryl follows behind.
"Put that down and get over here," she gestures. Once he is in arms reach she pulls him close, "I am so proud of you. Now tell me what I am looking at because this is one of a kind…never seen anything like it," she praises.
He lifts their joined hands from underneath. "Sasha deserves nothing but the best…this is a 2 ct. black diamond in a platinum setting," he explains.
The ladies look at each other and then whip their heads toward Daryl, "What?...How in the hell?" their raised voices compete.
Daryl turns to Sasha, "What did you think it was?" Hmm…she never did ask any details.
"I was pre-occupied," she responds cryptically.
"I know that's right," Lonette co-signs and he blushes.
"Well I do declare," she watches the pair thoughtfully. "I need to get lunch started. Sasha call Gladys so you only have to tell the story once. Daryl I got that moonshine bbq sauce for the tri-tip," she prattles moving toward the kitchen.
He collapses on the couch. Harry joins him, "I placed all the bags in the room," he raises his hand to stop the protest. "You are home Son."
"Alright Pops…how's the bike?"
"Good…took it out on the road for awhile. On the way back a man offered me a pretty penny to sell it to him. You got a gift ain't no two ways about it," he states. Daryl stares. A family filled with love and support still catches him off guard. "Daryl…how's work going?" He regains his equilibrium and shares about his favorite cases.
Thanksgiving Day
Michonne wakes to Rick's warm hand rubbing circles on her belly. "Morning Handsome," she rolls onto her back.
Rick lies on his side with his head resting on his bent arm, "Morning…how is my family," he drawls.
"Very grateful-a day spent eating. We are a little excited," she giggles, "Plus football. I hope at least one of the teams has a strong secondary."
Rick's lips part ever so slightly. What does she know about football? I am not sure I know what you mean?" he probes.
"What do you mean? The secondary is the best part of the game. They know their defense and the opponent's offense. They have to be an expert on their individual position but work collectively with the other positions. The real magic happens when they read the play and anticipate at the right time-interception. It is exhilarating."
"I have to have you…right now," he pulls her under him and attacks her neck and breast.
"Ooh my…football talk turns you on," she utters in disbelief.
He looks up with hungry eyes, "Sexiest foreplay-ever," he rasps before swallowing a nipple.
Her mind fills with naughty mischief. "How about we spend Super Bowl Sunday naked in bed," she groans. Damn he is on a mission today. "For every penalty a nipple gets a nibble…two point conversions earn a blowjob…all hell," she screams.
Rick fills her and sets a frenzied pace. She gains leverage and flips them over so she can ride him but he is not having it. He rolls them again and pins her to the bed by the hips. All she can do is grip his shoulder from underneath and pray for strength.
"Harry or Daryl…come take this bird out so I can baste it one last time." They both enter the kitchen. Harry goes to the oven and Daryl approaches the table. His eyes devour all the mouth-watering options. Lonette gets up to return to the stove except her steps falter and her eyes roll back.
"Mom," Daryl shouts before catching her in his arms and rushing her to the couch, "Call 911," he directs. He places her on the couch, checks her pulse and elevates her feet.
"I'm fine," she attempts to sit up but does not have the strength, "Just a little light headed."
Sasha rushing down the hall concerned etched on her face she kneels by her head, "Mama is it your blood pressure," she asks quietly. She can hear her father in the background on the phone.
"Yeah…give me a minute," she places her hand against her forehead, "Get me a cool rag," she asks softly.
"Doc is on his way," Harry enters the room with a stone face.
Daryl stands rigid fixed in place. Not now…not now. "When was the last time?" he ask no one in particular.
"Last month…she is taking her prescription but she has not made enough changes to her diet and she will not exercise," he complains.
Daryl looks down at her and shakes his finger harshly. "What need to go-immediately?"
"Soda…salt," he is cut off by Sasha's return.
"You told me you were doing better…you said you were following instructions," she places the cool rage on her mother's forehead.
"Doc said Sprite was okay and I don't use salt at the table," she rationalizes.
Daryl marches into the kitchen. The only sound is cabinets and the refrigerator opening and closing. He retrieves a large cardboard box from the garage to fill with all the items she should not have.
"Daryl…Baby…Daryl," she calls. He will not answer. She turns to Harry and Sasha, "He is mad at me," her eyes fill with worry. They refuse to respond. "Daryl-I will do better…I promise," she pleads. He keeps moving; loads the car and drives away.
An hour and a half later he returns. The doctor is speaking with the family, "Lonette I am tired of repeating myself. Yes, you can have those things but in moderation. At this point the exercise is mandatory," he admonishes.
Daryl deep voice responds for the group, "She will cooperate fully," he pulls items out the bags. "No salt seasonings and I have a box of window sill fresh herb plants in the car. Reusable water bottles, two pair of cross trainers for walking, a Fit bit programmed to my phone and dry fit workout wear."
"Welcome to the party…you must be Daryl," the doctor extends his hand in greeting.
"Yes Sir, please take my number in case anything else comes up."
Sasha and Harry share a side-eye and a smirk. She is about to get it good.
"My Man- looks like I am no longer needed. Harry…Lonette. Nice to see you again Sasha and very nice to meet you," he shakes his hand again before leaving out the front door.
Harry and Sasha head to the kitchen to make sure they are within listening distance. Lonette is sitting up with her head down sniffling and wiping her eyes. Daryl sits next to her and wraps his arm around her shoulders pulling her into him. He speaks slowly, "I will not have it…do you understand?" She nods. "I have not been scared like that since Dwight was on the loose. In fact, this was worse because I could not fix it or fight it." Lonette cries in earnest. "You have a wedding to plan and grandbabies to spoil."
"I know," she croaks. "I am going to do better. I am sorry Baby," she turns and hugs him tight.
His tears fall on her head. "You and me are going walking in the morning."
"Yes Sir," she lightens the mood. He kisses her head and retreats down the hall.
Maggie stabs the pie in front of her before placing a piece in her mouth. She chews with force. The tension at the table is thick. Glenn keeps his hand on her knee tracing soothing patterns with his thumb but the calming technique is not working. Daddy Greene invited a lady friend for Thanksgiving dinner and his daughter is less than happy about the visitor. So fair she had implied the woman was a gold-digger and the worst sin of all-her pie crust tasted store bought. "How did you meet again?" Maggie re-starts her interrogation.
"I took my Liberty in for a check-up and your handsome daddy was staffing the clinic," Catherine gushes.
"What's wrong with the cat?"
"Nothing major a shot cleared it up for good," Herschel replies.
"How long are you in town for?" Maybe she is passing through.
"I moved here a few months back…real good people…fine town," she nods.
"You picked a church home yet?" Maggie continues to push. Ms. Jolene and her Crew could check her out.
"No…not in any great rush. I don't need a building to have a relationship with God," she responds but her smile starts to falter.
Herschel had enough, "Maggie…please help me in the kitchen," he request firmly.
They both exit the table and Glenn attempts to rescue what is left of their time together. "How do you like to spend your spare time Catherine?"
"Maggie Rhee what has gotten into you?" Herschel demands.
"Something is not right…she pops up with a cat she cannot keep alive…pushing up on my daddy," she scoffs.
He sighs, "Maggie I am an old man…been taking care of myself for a long time. There is not a thing wrong with that woman other than the fact that she is not your mother. No one can replace her but I need companionship. You are a married woman now…surely you understand that," he shares.
Maggie's face twists in horror, "Are you trying to get some ass?" she blurts before covering her mouth with her hand.
"Hell yeah…a man cannot live off Spaghetti Tuesday at the Senior Center forever," he states.
She waves her hand and arms in front of her face trying to make the words disappear, "We are not having this conversation," she whisper shouts.
"Fine…lay off the questions," he directs. Maggie spins in a huff to return to the table.
The evening proceeds politely after the kitchen intervention. Herschel escorts Maggie and Glenn to the door, "Don't be strangers and grandkids are always a great gift idea," he teases at the door. Maggie gives him a warm hug and Glenn shakes his hand leaving behind a peace offering-brand new condom.