Lemon.

Decisions, Decisions

The doorbell rang just as Darren was settling down for the night. He had a shift first thing in the morning, so he was tempted to ignore whoever was at the door. But they rang again. And again. And again. Kicking off the covers and throwing on some clothes since he tended to sleep naked, he stomped down the stairs and threw open the door in annoyance. Nick caught the door as if expecting it. His old boss looked him over in shock. He looked emotionally destroyed, his face red and puffy from where he'd obviously been crying.

"What the hell happened, Nick?"

I… I told her everything. She was absolutely pissed that I didn't tell her earlier. She kicked me out.

"You two had a fight?"

Not so much a fight. She explained all the reasons that I'd screwed up. Then she started packing her things. I had no clue where she would end up with my baby if she left her house, so I volunteered to leave instead. It was all my fault anyway. I should have told her, man. I should have taken her with me to the appointment. My woman is a wonder, I would have felt better about the whole situation one way or the other if she'd been there to ask nursing questions or just offer moral support. As it is, she feels that I think she's nothing more than my fuck buddy. Anyway, I didn't know where else to go this late in the day. I hope you don't mind if I borrow your couch for the night. I'll figure something out in the morning

"No, that's fine, man. Come on in. You can borrow my couch for as long as you need to. I can't believe she threw you out. You two are so sweet together."

I hurt her. Badly. She had no choice I hate myself for causing her so much pain

Darren let him in, still reeling from the news. Nick and Nesa split up? With her almost 3 months pregnant? Well maybe it wasn't that extreme. Couples argue all the time. It didn't necessarily mean that they were through. If they were, Nesa would have given him back his ring and taken back his. She was a very practical woman after all. So, having problems but not ready for a divorce. He nodded to himself as he headed back to bed. Nick had lived in this house for months, he knew where everything was.

The next few days Nick went to work miserable. He was barely able to focus on his job. All he could think of was how to fix this, but no solutions were forthcoming. How could he prove to her that he thought of her as more than her genitals? The question of his impending surgery was completely overshadowed by this latest development.

"You seem down lately, Nicky," Grayson said as he finished his work before lunch. "Wanna talk about it?"

No thanks. I don't need my private business all over the hospital.

Again

"Hey, you know me better than that, Nicky. Come on, let's take a short walk and you can tell me all about it." Nick tried to resist, but by the end of the day, he'd confided everything to the man. His friend was a lethal interrogator. The same way that Nick had been studying to be an IT Tech, Grayson was studying to be a psychiatrist. He was very good at it too. The good thing was that he was super into confidentiality because of his major. And because Nick could only communicate with him in notes, as long as the notes were disposed of properly, he didn't have to worry about it getting out that he and his wife were fighting.

"That's rough, buddy," Grayson said once he had the whole story. "What do you think would be the best way to convey to your wife that you think the world of her?"

I don't know, Grayson! Most men would try flowers or candy or jewelry, but Nesa isn't like that. She's sincere and direct. But just telling her how I'm feeling isn't an option, she sent me away!

"You could always text her an abject apology and go from there. No bribes, no tricks. Just you on your proverbial knees. I'm pretty sure she would respond to that." Nick nodded, his head suddenly full of all the apologies he'd rehearsed in his head these last five days. Why hadn't he thought of that? Whipping out his phone, he started composing his letter to his beloved wife. Grayson smiled and left his friend to it. It took until Nick was riding home on the bus to complete his apology properly. Instead of texting it in chunks, he decided to write an old-fashioned letter expressing his regret and contrition. He felt much better once he'd sent it. He would wait for her to receive it and see if she was willing to text him.

Two days later, he received the text he'd been waiting for on his day off.

I got your letter, Nick. Did you mean it?

Every single word, Sweetness. I could never think less than the world of you

Is there anything else you're hiding from me?

I once had an affair with a married woman whose husband owned a farm I worked on in Kansas. There were lean times in my life when I had to suck dicks for money to get by and I've been raped once on the road. All of this was before I met you.

That's all I can think of at the moment

Is that why you don't make me do anal?

Yes. It hurts, especially when it's not wanted.

I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Nick. I just want us to not have secrets between us. I'm serious about us being partners. That's what marriage is.

I understand that now, Sweetness. I grew up with very different ideas of what marriage is. I prefer your ideas to the ones I grew up with. I'll never be sorry enough for not taking you to my appointment. I truly thought that I was protecting you, but seeing it from your perspective, I know that I was wrong.

Where did you end up going, baby?

I'm just down the street at Darren's place. He doesn't mind me hanging out here until things are resolved between us

What did you decide for your surgery?

Honestly, I've spent all my time worrying about how to fix things with you, love. My wife was unhappy with me, I could only focus on how to fix that.

Oh, baby…

I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us You are my world

You should come home, baby. I miss you

Do you really mean it, Sweetness?

I want you inside of me

I'm coming Sweetness

Darren heard a crash and came running. He found his friend picking himself up off the floor. "What happened?"

My wife wants me to come home

"Really? That's great!" He went and gathered his toiletries from the bathroom for him. "What did you say to get her to forgive you?"

I wrote her a letter detailing everything I'd done wrong and told her how sorry I was, how much I missed her. Then I mailed it to her two days ago

"Smooth! The classics never fail," he laughed. "You go ahead and get your house in order, buddy." Nick nodded and took off running for home barely remembering to grab his suitcase on his way out the door.

He was there in a matter of minutes, ringing the bell since he'd left his keys with her when he'd left. His face fell when she opened the door and he saw that she'd been as miserable as he'd been these last few days. He came into the house, locked the door, and moved his suitcase out of the way so that he could hold his trembling woman. It didn't look as if she'd been eating right since he'd been gone. He would have to fix that. But first…

"Um… Hi, Nick," the girl said shyly. "How have you-" He consumed her lips, smiling when she melted into his arms. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. Once there, he quickly undressed her, allowing her to pull his clothes off. He then put her in her restraints and proceeded to fuck her senseless, watching her scream for him. It felt amazing to be back home. He turned her over and stuffed himself inside of her, enjoying the feeling of her pert breasts in his callused hands. She shuddered and came around his pulsating dick, and his tears dripped onto her back. It felt so good. They spent the rest of the afternoon writhing against one another, reacquainting themselves with each other. By the time she collapsed against his body, utterly spent, Nick released her, confident that his apology had been accepted. The girl trailed lazy kisses over his chest as she drifted off to sleep. Yep, he was definitely home.

He woke up to his woman sucking his chest idly as she ran her hand over it. He smiled indulgently and relaxed to let her have her way with him. She licked and suckled her way down his chest and stomach and eventually ended up at his dick. He was already at attention, her earlier play quite stimulating to him. Before she could touch him though, he asked her when she last ate. The question broke the mood when she shyly admitted that it was days ago. Still hard, but determined to make things right with her, he climbed out of the bed and went downstairs to make her a meal. They ate their shrimp Alfredo ravenously in the bed.

"Oh baby, this is so good!"

I'm so glad you like it. I'm out of practice. I haven't really eaten much since I left home

She blushed and looked down, finishing her meal in silence. Nick lifted her chin and kissed her gently, happy that she was feeling better. The two made love after that, putting the dishes beside the bed. Afterward, Nesa lay sweaty but content in his arms.

"I… I guess we should talk about things properly, huh?"

We can do whatever you wish, Sweetness. I'm just so happy that you're willing to give me another chance. I missed you so much

"You're always so sweet to me," Nesa smiled.

I'm only being honest, my love

She squealed and hugged him, sitting on his penis and rocking against him happily. The deafmute returned the favor, and soon they were pulsing against one another frantically. She stayed where she was after the two were sated once again, swallowing him up in her softness. "I wanna talk about your brain surgery, love."

To tell you the truth, I want to do it. Based on what he said, they've really improved the process over the years. I know that I would still technically be a Guinea pig, but the benefits would be worth it

She closed her eyes briefly and nodded.

I don't have to do it, Ganesa. This was a way to get out of America, nothing more.

"I know it was, baby. But this is your decision and it seems that you've made it. I won't stand in your way." Nick looked a little panicked and she calmed him by squeezing his member inside of her. "I swear I'm not mad, baby. I only want your happiness. But I know that you won't be interested in me anymore once you've got your-" He flipped her onto her back and possessed her soaked nether regions for his own. He couldn't believe that she could think so little of herself after all they'd meant to each other. He pulled out of her rigid body, turned her over, and stuffed her full of him spanking her a little. He blinked when she bucked and exploded at the stimulus. Then he got a truly evil look on his face and started spanking her with abandon as he continued to pleasure her with his dick. She vibrated just the way he liked it, looking punch drunk and desperate for more.

"Oh, God! Oh baby, don't stop fucking me! I want! I-I want…" He didn't. He kept it up until his bride passed out. And even then he continued punishing her, pounding her pussy for the sheer joy of it.

He had Darren call in his consent to the procedure the next day, picking a day when both he and his wife had off. Misericordia Community Hospital seemed to take over his life after that. They had a little segment on the local news about his procedure, a segment that Calgary picked up. They became local celebrities after that, letters and Tweets from all points of Alberta offering prayers and support poured in. Behind the scenes, the hospital staff arranged for his sick leave and disability benefits during his recovery. Nesa made sure that her family knew about the surgery so that they could start praying for him. The risks, her pregnancy… It all seemed to take a back seat to the possibility of the deafmute speaking.

At least in everyone's minds but the deafmute's.

He made love with his wife every chance he got, cuddling her slightly rounded belly constantly. He wrote whole dissertations about his hopes and dreams for his child at key ages and milestones for his child. Just in case he didn't survive the procedure. Or didn't survive intact. He drafted a will giving everything to his wife and child and had it notarized by a lawyer. He prepared everything as if he were going to die or end up brain dead from his surgery. Finally, he wrote letters to his wife that coincided with the ones he wrote for his child. In them, he apologized for selfishly cutting their joy short, commended her strength. Gradually he urged her to find someone new and leave his memory behind. He legally granted her the right to divorce him if things went wrong in his surgery and demanded that she 'pull the plug' if it came to it. In short, he was preparing for all possibilities.

They stayed at the Hilton in the honeymoon suite the night before his surgery, fucking like bunnies and desperately praying for a miracle. Nick had converted to Christianity over the last few weeks, and while the family and especially his wife rejoiced that the atheist had given his life to Jesus, there was a dark cloud hanging over his decision.

Remember how much I love you, Sweetness

Remember me

"I will, baby," she sniffled as they wheeled him into the surgery. His nurse glimpsed the note and rolled her eyes

"Snap out of it! Both of you get a hold of yourselves! Nick is going for a surgery that's going to give him his speech and hearing back. He's not going to die. He's going to be just fine, better in fact."

"There's all types of ways to die when you're messing with a person's brain, ma'am, and not all of them are permanent," Nesa said quietly. Somehow she felt better about the situation now though. They'd been preparing for his funeral for the last six weeks. The nurse's words gave her hope that her husband would pull through. She kissed him again, savoring the taste of his lips and mouthing 'I'll see you on the other side' to him before letting him go. Now there was only the waiting. And the praying.

Oh yeah. I went there. Let's see is Nick pulls through his surgery. See y'all next Wednesday, my dudes! :D