Marcus: The M Series, Book Three (40 page)
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Authors: Ryanne Anthony
“Hello, children,” my mother sings.
Damn it!
Sooooo close!
“Maybe some other time. Rain check,” Madison offers then whispers in Mandy's ear. Mandy grins and whispers back. She then winks at Joshua.
Madison shrugs. “My loss,” she says and moves to our parents.
The men and I stand there and groan.
“Is it too late for Toad to call off his engagement?”
“Damn right,” Matthew chuckles, staring at Madison.
“Okay, fine, but she needs to stop doing that. My fucking cock can't take that for the rest of my life,” Ethan mutters.
“She can do that whenever she feels like it, fucker,” I mutter then laugh. “As soon as my wife is back to herself.”
They laugh with me, slapping my back as we move to greet our parents.
Getting to Know Her Again
Thursday, Mariah slept most of the afternoon and through the night. She wanted to be awake and alert to see Madison's last broadcasts.
I encouraged everyone to go to Chicago for Madison. After the events of the week, a break is what they needed. If my wife weren't still here, we'd be with them. I'm sick of the hospital.
I brought in Mariah's iPad and had it programmed to the hospital's Wi-Fi. I crawled in the bed next to my beautiful wife, she rested her head on my chest and we watched Madison, together. It felt so good to hold her again.
Mariah cried during Madison's speech and whispered ‘I love you, too’ when Madison spoke of her.
“Wow. The camera really likes Matthew,” Mariah grinned when he sat next to Madison. “But don't tell him I said so.”
* * *
She finally saw our kids later that morning and they were able to visit her for almost an hour before she got tired again. Donnie cried when he saw her. He ran straight to her bed and hugged her tight. He laid against her and wouldn't move. Lila had no problem, either. She walked right up to her, climbed on the bed and started speaking in Spanish. Alex wouldn't come near her.
“Not in front of Daddy, remember? It's very rude,” Mariah smiled. “He doesn’t understand Spanish.”
“Mommy, do you need me to kiss your boo-boo?”
“Please, Angel. It hurts so badly.”
Lila kissed Mariah's hand and a tear rolled down her face.
“I feel so much better, Angel. I'd feel even better if Alex gave me a big hug,” Mariah pouted then looked hopefully at our son.
He looked a little nervous as he walked over to her slowly. He stopped a foot away.
“It's all right, Alex. Mommy won't break,” Donnie told his twin, holding out his hand. Alex takes it and climbs up and kisses Mariah's cheek.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Alex,” she cries back to him. “I've missed you all very much.”
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Donnie?”
“Where is the baby? Your belly is small again.”
Mariah's eyes well and I sit on the bed and explain, honestly.
“There were two babies, like you and Alex. They died.”
“Like Grandpa Donald?”
“Yes.”
“Are they with him?”
I smile, liking the thought of that. “Yes, they are. He's taking really good care of them for us.”
Mariah places her arm over her face and sobs. I rub her arm as Donnie hugs her tight.
“Why is Mommy crying, Dad,” Alex whispers.
“Mommy misses the babies and she's sad. She'll be all right. Just let her cry.”
“Okay.”
“Shh, shh, Mommy. It's okay,” Lila says, rubbing her head. She starts singing
“You Are My Sunshine
,
”
like Mariah sings for her when she's hurt or sad. She sounds terrific.
Mariah looks at our daughter and smiles through her tears when Lila finishes singing. “Thank you, Angel.”
“I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you, Angel. May I have a kiss?”
Lila reaches and kisses Mariah on her cheek.
When they asked her what happened to her, she told them she'd tell them when they were older.
“Right now, Mommy doesn't think you should know. Just be glad that I'm okay and I can't wait to get home to you. Be good for Gram and Granddad. Promise?”
They smile and nod. Mariah yawns and I tell them it's time to go so Mommy can get some rest.
“When can we see Mommy again, Dad,” Donnie asks, as we leave her room.
I watch Lila skip toward my mother. “Very soon, son. I promise,” I say to Donnie. He nods and runs toward Rachel.
Alex remains at my side, looking pensive. “What is it, son,” I ask as I squat to look him straight in the eyes.
“Who hit my mother?”
I startle. Wow. This kid is too smart for his own good.
“Why do you say that, Alex,” I ask, slowly.
He looks straight into my eyes, very serious. “When we were with Uncle Toad, we saw a movie. The man got beat up and he was in the hospital. His arm was in that cast thing like Mommy has and he had the purple marks on his face, too.”
I think back. The kids were not alone with Matthew at all during this week.
“When did you see that with Uncle Toad, Alex?”
He shrugs. “When I was three with Donnie. I liked the dog in that movie. His name was Verdell.”
Holy shit. Alex is eidetic. I look at Donnie and wonder if he is, too.
I look back at Alex and decide to be honest with him.
“Son, some very bad, disturbed people hurt your mother. One of them is in jail and the other two died. They won't hurt her again, I promise.”
“They died? They are not with Grandpa Donald or the other twins, are they?”
I look down and see his shoe is untied. I reach and tie it for him trying to think of the best way to answer that, mentally taking note to talk to Lil about therapy.
“No, they are nowhere near your Grandpa or the twins, Alex.”
“Good. That must mean they're in hell where they belong. Thanks for tying my shoe, Dad.”
He runs off to my mother. I chuckle as he goes, then turn back to Mariah's room, thinking maybe he doesn't need therapy. Still, I'll talk to Lil. And to Matthew. That movie is so unsuitable for three-year-olds.
* * *
Mariah through herself into physical therapy
.
In the past three days, she's had eight sessions. She tried to get twelve, but Ira became stern and told her it's too much.
“Slow down, you'll get there,” he said. I had to agree.
I arranged for Lil to match Mariah with a therapist. Mariah was very rude and angry with him but he assured me it was a good thing; that she was projecting her anger of the events onto him. He said he wouldn't take it personally and he was not going to give up on her. He didn't.
* * *
I had the kitchen remodeled while she was in the hospital and she was grateful for it. I had everything replaced, including the floors. I even had the floor plan changed. The kitchen now looks like the one in our old apartment.
I wanted nothing to remind her of what happened to her in there, but something that would make her happy and relaxed. If that wasn't enough, and she wanted to move, I'd be all for it.
She didn't. She loved it and we stayed.
Our mothers came with to have Mariah’s casts removed and the real therapy began four days later. Mariah was anxious to get started. She made Madison set a date so she could have a goal. The physical therapist said she should be good to go by mid-November, but Madison and Matthew chose January twenty-sixth to wed, giving her more time hoping she would slow down. They forgot who they were talking about.
* * *
I took off two months to take care of my wife and she's had the casts off for six weeks. I've been working like a demon for a month, relieving the other pediatricians that took over for me in my absence. Now I have three days straight off and I'm looking forward to it.
I walked into the kitchen and threw my bag on the counter and grabbed a beer. It hasn't gone unnoticed that we haven't had sex in three months. One hundred and seven days, to be exact and I
miss
her. She's been looking really good lately. Real,
real
good but I've been reluctant to approach her. Instead, I've waited for her to approach me.
I looked around when I noticed the house was silent. “Mariah,” I call out.
“In here,” she calls back. “The TV room. Don't come in yet.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Um... I did something today, boo. Something you asked me never to do, but you should understand that I had to,” she says softly.
I put the bottle on the counter then leaned on it. “What did you do?”
She mumbles something softly.
“I'm sorry, you cut what?”
“My hair, boo. I cut my hair.”
I sigh. “Okay. I agree you needed to. Let me see it.”
“I'm still me, Marcus. It'll grow back,” she pleads.
“I can live with whatever it looks like, baby. I'm just so grateful you're okay.”
She paused a moment, then sighing, says, “Okay. Come in.”
I take a deep breath and walk to the TV room. I turn the corner and she's standing in the middle of the room, in a long, clinging purple nightgown. I look her up and down and become erect.
Immediately.
I've never been this hard in my entire life.
I slowly walk over to her and look at her hair. It's about an inch long on the sides and back, maybe two inches on the top. It's also colored a rich burgundy. The style and color makes her eyes look bigger, makes them pop out.
She looks sexy as fuck. More beautiful than ever. I want her. Bad. Right now. I groan and my hand squeezes my mouth, telling myself to calm down. If she’s not ready for me, I’m moving into the bathroom with a tub full of ice and put an ice company on speed dial and not coming out until it’s time to go back to work.
“Where are the kids?”
“At Mom's. They'll be back in the morning. I gave the staff a night off, too.”
I pull out my cell as I circle around my wife. God, she looks
good
!
“Hi, Marcus. Is everything all right?”
“Hi, Rachel. Everything’s fine. I need the kids to come back Saturday morning, instead of tomorrow.”
She chuckles. “Does that mean you like Mariah’s haircut?”
“I love it. Very much,” I murmur as I stare at Mariah’s cleavage.
“I’m glad. I hope you two have fun. I won’t call until right before I bring them home Saturday and I’ll tell everyone else not to either. Sound good?”
“Absolutely. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm beyond ready to get started.”
Mariah grins at me as I power off the phone.
“Does that mean you like the haircut?”
“I love it, baby. You look very sexy.”
“And that call... does it mean you're finally ready to make love with me again?”
I look at her face and frown. “Huh? You've been waiting for me?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle. “I've been waiting for you!”
My beautiful wife grins. “Race you to the bedroom?”
“Fuck that,” I shout as start stripping then rushed her to the couch. “In here! We need to be close to the kitchen. No sense in wasting time coming all the way from the bedroom when we get hungry or thirsty. Now shut up and get that pretty gown off before I rip it to shreds.”
She giggled and lifted her gown over her head and I groaned long and loud when I stared at her beautiful naked body. Her scarring from her surgery is minimal and barely visible. Rob, Ira and Melvin did excellent jobs.
My baby is perfect again and I was determined to show her that.
I kissed and sucked and licked and fucked her for thirty-six hours straight. She didn't leave me alone either. She was aggressive and giving and took just as much as she gave. Just like her old self. Best time of my life.
Until Matthew and Madison’s wedding day… rather night.
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Ryanne Anthony is a lifelong writer and avid reader. She enjoys sharing her stories and creating new worlds and putting them on paper.
Ms. Anthony is from the Midwest, born and raised, and is a happily wedded wife and mother of a boy and a girl, one each of the human and furry species.
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