Page 91 of Misery In Me

“Then I want to curl up and fall asleep while it drips out of your pussy all night long.” My body slamming into hers, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other. I can feel her getting close again, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“Iownthis pussy,”Thrust.“Tell me who owns this pussy, Ale.”Thrust.

“You do, Gage.” She lets out a soft curse that I barely hear. “It’s all yours.”

“That’s right, pretty girl.”Thrust.“Tu esposo.”

Ale cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her pussy clenching around me, milking me for everything I have to give. I follow her over the edge, my body tensing, my cum pulsing into her perfect cunt. I collapse next to her, my body spent, my mind blissfully empty.

We lie there, side by side, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I press soft kisses to her neck, her shoulder, and her collarbone.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you too, Gage,” she replies, her voice soft, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” I pull her closer, holding her tight, never wanting to let her go. “I’m here.”

“I know, and I’m just going to soak it in while I can.” She sighs, situating herself to press her back into my chest.

“I’ll be home for a little bit,” I kiss her shoulder. “So close your eyes and sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

The next fewdays are a whirlwind of activity as I reintegrate into family life. I help Ale with the house, playing with Zoe and soaking in every moment with her. I can see the change in her, the way she’s grown and developed since I’ve been away. It’s a bittersweet realization, knowing that I’ve missed so much in such a short time, but it makes it so I cherish the time I have now.

Ale and I talk about the future, about the baby’s arrival and the stepparent adoption process. We discuss Ryder often, his memory a constant presence in our lives. Ale encourages me to talk about him, to share my memories and the impact he had on my life.

It’s therapeutic, a way to process the grief and find a sense of closure.

She’s so fucking smart and the way she supports me blows my mind. I’ve known some guys where they come home and their wives just want them to pick up where they left off, not wanting to hear about anything they went through, just change this diaper and I need you to do x, y, and z around the house. Very cut and dry, like,I’m happy you’re home, but I don’t want to hear about any of what you had to go through.

Not Ale.

My fucking amazing woman sets aside time during the day, mostly during Zoe’s nap time, to talk with me and help me process through my grief.

One evening, as we’re sitting down to dinner, Ale places a hand on my arm, her eyes serious. “Gage, have you talked with Ethan lately? He’s going through the same thing you are and maybe talking to each other can help you both find some peace.”

I nod, knowing she’s right. Ethan and I have been through so much together, and Ryder’s death has created a bond between us, a shared grief that needs to be acknowledged. “Only the first night back, he and his wife checked on Ryder’s wife. But you’re right,Hermosa. I’ll reach out to him and see how he’s doing.”

Later that night, after Ale and Zoe are asleep, I sit down in my chair in the family room and type out a text.

Gage

Hey brother, I’m just checking in. Seeing how you’re holding up.

Ethan

It’s hard, waking up knowing he’s not here. But I’m hanging in there. I’ve got to. Right?

Of course he has to. He has a family, just like I do.

I pour out my heart, sharing my struggles with guilt and loss and offering my support to him. I remind him of the good times, of Ryder’s laughter and his unyielding spirit, and I promise to honor his memory together.

The days turninto a quick week and a half, and I find myself finally feeling more comfortable being back. We explore the city, visiting parks and taking Zoe to the San Diego Zoo, creating new memories and cherishing the old ones. Ale’s belly grows rounderby the day, a constant reminder of the life we’re bringing into the world and the family we’re building.

While we were at the zoo, I casually brought up my re-enlistment and maybe PCSing to the east coast for a while. That idea didn’t sit well with my lovely wife. Once we’re in the truck and we are on the freeway, I bring it back up.

I never said I was a smart man, and I am apparently a glutton for my wife’s searing glare.

“There are only two options. Either we’re going to get home and fight this out or we’re going to fuck it out. The choice is yours, pretty girl.”

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