Drunken disaster part twelve
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After being released from the hospital, you became depressed. You weren’t eating or sleeping and you would stay up all night to watch your phone. The tv had become a coping mechanism after that traumatic event.
After two weeks of getting dressed and telling Erik you would take an Uber to work and not going, you were fired. Your boss said he couldn’t let you go into work when you wanted and so you were relived of your duties.
Erik came home early one day and found you sitting in bed, eating oreos and watching Golden Girls laughing. Feeling his presence you turned saw him staring at you. Taking off his suit Jacket he walks towards the entertainment stand.
“Y/n Why are you home?” he asks you.
“Do I not live here or something.” you say snapping at him before turning your concentration back towards the TV.
Erik walks over to the Tv turning it off. Throwing him a glare you turning it back on using the remote.
“hahhaaaa Rose is a damn fool.” he cleared his throat and began speaking.
“Y/n, I went to your job to take you to lunch, and found out you were fired for not showing up.” walking in front of the Tv blocking your view. “Baby, you have to tell me what’s wrong. Ever since that situ-” I cut him off.
“Do not bring that up, Eri-” walking to you he wraps his arms around your body. When he touches you the emotions start to surface, the pain racing back to your mind. You cry silently, your body tremblingand your tears leaking on his dress shirt.
Since that day you and Erik had not spoken about what happened, he tried to ignore the underlying signs of your depression. You had become withdrawn, sitting in bed all day on the weekends, not being intimate with him, not wanting to be touched. He knew something was wrong he didn’t want you to withdraw from him.
“It’s okay I’m here baby and I want you to know I’ll support you no matter what. You are not alone.” He pulls my face from his shirt watching my crying face. “Look at me.” I raise my head slightly. “ I can get you whatever therapist you need, we can go together let’s just try.” he presses his lips to mine.
“i’m not going no where. You are my wife, I need you happy.” he kisses you again, letting his lips linger over yours a while longer. “Happy wife Happy Life, right?”
“Okay baby. I’ll try. I’m sorry for not telling you about work, but I was so sad about the baby.” your breath hitches and you can feel the tears falling harder now. “Our baby, I just wanted to forget about that situation.”
“Shhh it’s okay youre safe with me.” he rubs your head against his chest. “Let’s lay down and watch Golden Girls together.” stripping his clothes off and slipping on sweatpants.
Erik cuddled up behind me as we watched Tv with arms wrapped around you.
The next day
You woke up to breakfast and bed and a note on the tray.
I’ll be back later, check this list of therapist - I love you -Erik
You sit up and grab from your fruit bowl, feeling a little better today. Looking through the list I was pleasantly surprised, it was very comprehensive. It had names, ages, race, whether they offer in-home appointments or not, and their numbers.
You marked a couple of people for refrence and decided you wanted to do something nice for your man, cook him dinner. Leaving the bed you had about six hours to get ready so you took a shower and deep conditioned your hair. Visiting the supermarket website you picked out the items you needed and picked home delivery. It would arrive in about an hour so I would have enough time to wash the conditioner out and start styling my hair.
Walking into the kitchen with the groceries, You start to prep our meal. You wanted to show him how much you appreciated him, you felt damaged in a way and he did not care. He loved me for me. Finishing the food up, I go upstairs and slip into one of the beautiful dresses that Erik got for me. Set the table, poured wine and plated the food, like clockwork you hear him walking through.
“Babe I’m in the kitchen” you yell out.
“Girl what you ordered, it smell good as shit.” he says walking in to the kitchen pausing he looks at you nervously. “What you tryna do girl”
“I’m not playing with you.” you chuckled” I cooked for you. SIt and Relax.” you walk up to him kissing his cheek and slipping his jacket off his shoulders.
He wraps his hands around your waist squeezing you into him.
“Thanks I like this” he says turning you around pressing himself against you.
Leading him to his seat you caress his shoulders then sit. You ask him about his day and he asks you did you like any therapist on the list. Telling him you picked a few and wanted him to help witht the process and he nodded yes. Erik praised your cooking saying how delicious it was and it was his first time eating crawfish etoufee.
“That was delicious babe let’s go upstairs.” he gets up grabing your hand, following him without question. You knew someone would clean it up in the morning. He dragged me up the stairs and I could feel his want. You missed being intimate with him. Walking you to the bathroom he slips you out of your gown, kissing your neck.
“I’m going to show you how much I love you.” stripping out of his clothes he leads you into the shower. Drying your bodies off your love making spilling into the bedroom.
Author’s Note: . Leave feedback. I’m wrapping this story up in about 2-3 chapters. I’m excited yall
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