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Separated but not alone

Drabbles 445

Mamoru POV

I sigh once more, getting in through the door of my new temporary apartment as Usagi resides in our house with our baby girl. I drop the small load of clinic duty wear on the sofa and slump on it as I go through today's events and feel my ire start. It's been barely two months since we split up and the divorce was finalized. I made sure to get that taken care of as soon as possible so that it would be easier on us both.

Yet now I'm feeling regret that I ignored Usagi's attempts at marriage counseling. She was working not only to be a good mom and wife but also to be a good teacher as she finally got a job doing what she loved to do. She was even doing a side gig of being a food critic. All that on top of keeping up a clean house…and yet my jobs of being a husband, a dad and my time spent at the hospital took over all of that…well the hospital did.

I still regret the nights when she would wait up for me. Dinner cooked, yet in the fridge with a sticky note to heat up when I was hungry. She'd be passed out asleep on the couch or eventually in our bed. The shifts that I would get stuck working 18 hours on would result in me not even bothering to go home for days at a time. She literally became a single mother for a while, and I was working myself into an early grave already.

I knew I had done wrong though, when I accepted a few too many shifts and wound up getting pulled over to the side of the road as I was weaving from sleep deprivation in and out of traffic. I may have passed the sobriety test but it was a wake up call that I needed to not be taking on so much. However, when I got home that day I was so sleep deprived and angry about the ticket I got for it that I raged on Usagi.

I yelled at her and at the time it seemed understandable. Yet now it seems so stupid. She very calmly told me that if I didn't stop taking on so much extra time at the hospital and gave myself a break to not only myself but to spend time with my family that she was going to have to take a step back in our relationship as she felt like she wasn't even in one the last few months. That she was still supporting me.

She encouraged me yet I didn't hardly respond to her. I waved her off and went to do my own thing only to realize I didn't know where anything was in my own home. I took her words as cannon fodder and ignored them and her. I recall that night with clarity as it ended with me going back to the hospital the following day and getting in that many more shifts. I didn't go home that week and slept at the hospital for several nights.

When I got home, hoping that we could talk once things cooled down I found a letter from her saying that she needed to take some time away and in my anger over it I called her bluff with divorce papers. My heart never hurt worse than when she had the divorce papers sent back to me signed. She had full custody at this point since my job didn't allow me to spend any time outside of it for anything other than sleeping or eating.

So when I got this apartment, something a friend helped me get, I sighed again at things. Most especially at what happened when I went to the house to see my daughter. Usagi herself was in some yoga pants and a t-shirt. When our neighbor, a decent looking fellow who hardly made himself known when I was around, was laughing with her. I know it was probably innocent, especially given our recent divorce AND how busy she was but it still stuck a cord within me, I was still jealous of this.

So without thinking once he was gone, I couldn't handle the idea that she would move on without me. I blurted out the words, "Go on a date with me."

She rose a brow and asked me, "What about work?"

I hesitated for a second before telling her, "I'll call off. Go out with me."

She actually smiled for a hot second before saying, "IF you pick me up tomorrow evening at 7pm promptly I'll go out with you…BUT…"

She came up to me, "If you're even ten minutes late, don't ever bother asking me out again, cause I'm not going through this with you again."

I nod knowing the truth of her threat. I knew this time not to bluff with her. She would follow through. So once I sighed again I got up and got ready for my date. It took some major convincing to give me the night off. Apparently when people are used to throwing their shifts at you, you take them cause it's your first year and they know you're good, but when YOU ask for time off it's 'inconvenient' for them.

I get ready and meet her at our…her place…her place…and knock on the door at 7:02 exactly making sure to NOT be late. She answers the door clearly as shocked to see me as I am to see her dressed as she is. I haven't seen her in a dress besides her wedding one in nearly a year. Her dress code has mostly been her teacher attire with pencil skirts or nice pants or sometimes jeans and button up shirts.

This is a sleek dark red dress with black lining going down giving her a nice hourglass curve that I know partially came from having our daughter, speaking of…

"How's our little one?"

She smiles, "She's with Dave, the neighbor. He and his husband have two kids themselves that our little ray of sunshine loves to play with at the park for the last few months."

My mouth runs dry as I realize I got jealous over nothing.

She smirks. "I'm guessing you DIDN'T know that."

I admit it with a shake of my head, "Nope, not a clue."

She smiles and shuts the door. "No worries, it was either going to be a night out with you or a night in with silence for a few hours."

We leave as I agree to the last part. I could do with some time away from hearing my name getting called over the hospital intercom. We leave out as I take her to a steakhouse.

I hadn't planned it too well but it was good food and frankly the more we talked about everything that had been going on in the last few months that we hadn't shared the more I missed talking to her. The more I missed having these basic conversations with her. I missed her. I would have been looking her over more but my focus was on the road. Once we arrived we were seated with time to spare and began to go over life.

She looked happier. More refreshed. She was even more animated than before. I hated to admit it but she even looked more…she looked like she had even gained a bit of weight which was a good thing. I didn't realize it till now but she looked more filled out and not so…small.

I felt a wave of guilt hit hard. She was so busy trying to keep everything together during our time together she was stressing herself out to the point of losing weight.

It wasn't good for her and yet I didn't even notice till now that she looked fuller and more full of life than before. This was without me in it, I realized. Now even as she told me about how the mom group was going I felt like this was nearly pointless. So when we got seated and began to look over our menu options I gave up and asked her point blank, "Are you happier without me in it?"

She looked startled. She put her menu down, "No…It's been a hard few months. I've had to work tooth and nail to get into a routine that worked for our daughter and my schedule so that I could be a good present mother and still be at work on time. I'm just grateful that there's a daycare within range of the school I work at." I nod as she looks at me. "The sad part is I've been doing this for longer than we've been apart."

I nod knowing the truth of that now. "I got consumed by work. I thought I was being there for you and her but…I don't even remember the last time the three of us were in a room together in the last six months." Tears were prickling at my eyes.

"That's because we haven't been." She takes my hand and pulls it from my face. "Mamoru…I was never against your job, but if you keep going at the rate you are at now you'll burn out before you complete your first year there."

I nod knowing she's right. "I just wanted to show how dedicated I am to the profession."

She nods, "Mamoru your good at your job, you have always had a passion for helping others, it's part of what drew me to you, but your own routine, your living on your feet, you don't take any time for your own health and when was the last time you ate something home cooked or slept for more than five hours?"

I really had to think about her words.

"It's been a long time," I admit as I take her hand in mine. I missed even the feeling of her hand on mine.

"Did we take each other for granted?" I ask her.

"Mamoru I was there for you for what you let me be there for. You made me stop coming into your work with food cause you were too busy and then when I texted you regarding what you wanted for dinner you got snappy with me."

I purse my lips at that.

"Don't get me wrong, I was busy with work too. Both of us have thankless jobs that we love and are good at, but we have to have a balance. You can't let your job subsume you to the point that you don't even take care of yourself."

I smile as I see that even now she's trying to get me to take care of myself even if she can't do it for me. I hold her hand tighter and tell her, "You have to do the same thing too."

She looks stunned, "I can't - "

I cut her off, "You need to. You've done so much for me, our daughter and yeah a lot for me too, but I was letting my job take over and it put a rupture on us and honestly…these last couple of months…I've regretted that."

She looks at me shyly. "Really?" she asks.

I nod, "Honestly…I wish we had those months back. I regret bluffing on the divorce and I regret not trying harder."

She almost laughs, "Good cause I regret signing them. I regret not having you around. I regret and hate that I wake up without at least your scent around."

We both laugh at that.

"But can we go back though?" she asked me. I look up to her and see the hope in her eyes and the need in me feels the desire to make that happen.

"Do you want to go back?" I don't want to get my hopes up…not again.

Her head drops as she says, "This is hard for me to admit to especially since it would mean that my pride is on the line, especially after people told me they were taking bets on if or when I'd take you back but…yeah I want to…but not if things don't change."

I see the truth on her face and face my own reality. "I want things to go back to. I feel like there's still so much we can work through…that we still…," I struggle to find the right words.

"Still love each other." she begins, "Still want to be together. Still feel like there's something to fight for."

I nod. "Exactly my point…," I now really hate that I sent those divorce papers.

"Then why did you send the divorce papers?"

I sigh. "Why did you sign them?" I ask back. She gives me a weak smile, "Because when you sent them I was knee deep in baby diapers, had a teachers meeting to attend, and this courier dropped by with them."

The look on her face is priceless, "The fact that you did it, that you sent them after a few weeks of the dissolution…I just wanted to be done with the mess that had been created. I was elbow deep in crap and I signed them in anger rather than actually looking into why YOU sent them," she admits.

"To be honest…," I admit to myself. "I sent them out of anger…to bluff my way back in and when I got the signed forms back…it broke my heart."

Her eyes widened as I confessed.

"I sent them out of anger and spite that I was feeling overworked and choosing to do so. I was exhausted and not taking other matters into consideration and it backfired on me but instead of confronting you on it I doubled down and signed my share before handing them over to my lawyer. The last mistake I made."

It was finally out there for both of us. The truth of what happened those fateful nights ago.

"Let's get out of here," she suggests and as I look into her eyes I see the blazing fire in them that she would get for me comes to life. I see the way her body repositions itself, the way she gives me a small smile. I haven't seen that in months and for the first time in five months, as shameful as that is cause I KNOW she's tried to use it before things went the way they did, I'm feeling ready to give in.

"Absolutely."

It's been at least four to five months for us. I curse myself now for not trying marriage counseling when she tried to set it up. I curse myself for not pushing back more when people would get me to take on the extra shifts. That was my fault. I made myself indispensable and it pulled me away from my family when I should have put up boundaries, Usagi did with her work.

We manage to get up and find our way back to the back of the restaurant, pausing by the wait staff pretending to be wall decorations as we slip around back and find the bathroom door.

"You sure we should be back here?" Usagi asks me, seeing the unisex sign but one that also says 'For waitstaff only.' I see the two doors on the inside for the stalls. It's not ideal but being that it's out of view of people and any camera's I pull her towards it.

"At least the waitstaff are too busy to use it," I mutter.

"How so?" Usagi asks as I push her against the wall past the one stall door and lock it shut. I push her back up against the door and kiss her with all of what I have in me. There's so much pent up emotions in the kiss that she merely wraps her hands around the back of me and pulls me in closer. Plus as it turns out we were both so pent up from sexual need that it didn't take much nor long for us to slip into each other's boxers slash panties.

Usagi, no longer the shy girl from high school, went straight to work on my length, remembering perfectly well how to get me hard, not that I wasn't already halfway there as my hand dove into her panties and found her to be getting wet. It only took a few strokes for us to know what we needed. I lifted up her legs and pushed in. My pants fall fully down around my ankles as I begin to pump myself into her.

It's been so long that I have to stop pumping after four short thrusts because I'm groaning with agony at how close I feel already. I haven't even given myself a treat in the last five months so this is a long time coming for us…for me. She grunts herself and begins to pump herself up and down on me even as I'm struggling to NOT pump to fast into her. I want to make this last but at the same time I want to plunge into her heedlessly.

Her dress is hiked up around her waist as she whimpers trying to keep her sounds at bay. I reach around and grab her rear, and feel not for the first time just how juicy her ass is. I can't help the slap I give it as I feel her juices coating me and making it easier to pump and jerk up into her.

"I oh…," her words become more like just sounds as I jerk up into her. I reach up and pull down at the buttons of her dress that she wore.

I get frustrated at the fabric not bending down enough to give me a nice view and grip it enough to rip the buttons from the dress and cause her breasts to come bouncing out. The pregnancy had given her a cup size bigger than she used to, which she loved to have and that I definitely didn't mind her having..

My mouth watered at the sight of my 'breast friends' begging for attention. I swooped in as I was gently pumping into her to leave one nipple before the other as I sucked hard as I felt her nipples hardening beneath my touch. My tongue played with them hard before I switched back and forth with tender care to them. I felt the soft flesh and couldn't help but nibble round the skin there as I heard her cries for more.

It was then, however, that we heard an employee come in and decide to use the stall next to us. We stopped for all of ten seconds when the pleasure and pressure of her walls wrapped around my member prevented me from being able to stay stopped. I should have waited till AFTER they were done but the pleasure was too much. I started the slow pace up against much to the shock of Usagi as I gave her short yet hard jams into her.

A technique that she LOVED to feel inside of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I began to power them into her on the slow thrusts till we heard the employee grunting from his own bowel movements. I grinned at Usagi who gave me a giggling expression of 'no I'm not going to get vocal', though that died out when I reached between us and grazed then pinched her clit.

She nearly cried out from the intense pleasure. For a brief moment there was a telltale stink that entered the stall we were in. Thanks in part to the massive hard on I had and even bigger thanks to the set of amazing walls that were wrapped cozily around my cock I couldn't for the life of me stop or get turned off. Instead once the employee finished up and left out I felt my balls filling up with cum.

Unable to stop and beyond the point of no return, I give in and pound into her till there's no mistaking what's going on. She holds on tight as I hold on to her and jam in till I feel her orgasm hit her hard. She cries out, unable to stop as I let out a strong yelp of pleasure myself and before I know it the door gets slammed into so hard by us that it breaks off the hinges and lands flat and LOUDLY on the ground.

The last of my thrusts hitting in hard yet slower this time as the orgasm consumes and takes over us both. It takes no more than two minutes before we turn and see at least three employees, one of whom I assume is a manager barges into the employee restroom and sees us in our state of partial dress and yelps out, "What the hell?"

I cringe as I'm still balls deep in Usagi. She pulls the dress she has more on her form. Her legs pull up in reaction to the whole scene.

"Get the police and DON'T let them leave," The manager was pissed and it was just now occurring to me just how badly we might have messed up. Especially if their first reaction was to call the cops. I look back at Usagi as she comes down off of her orgasmic high and tell her, "Looks like we might be in a bit of trouble."

She glares at me, "You think?"