Each time she would pause, her face lighting up with joy slightly to answer them. Then I started finding ones to ask for that reason alone. I love seeing her this way and hate that I’ve missed so many years of these experiences with her.
Once we decided we had enough reality TV for the night, we went up to bed. Neither of us said anything about getting ready together and climbing in. I ended up turning one of her shows back on, not wanting to make it awkward for her, and pulled her into my arms. Truly rested her head on my chest and watched until she fell asleep. It didn’t take me long to follow.
I slept through the night. It was the most restful sleep I've experienced in a long time. Normally a few hours and I'm good. Tension I didn't know I was holding for years lessened. It has been harder on me being away from her all this time than I think I fully understood. Something as simple as having her next to me has soothed a part of me.
You endure and push through; that's what I've been doing. I'm not sure what will be next, but I know two things. Truly and I will stay together as husband and wife, and everyone who played a role in this will pay in one way or another.
I wish I was good enough to leave it up to Truly on her parents' fate, but I'm not sure I can do that. She might have gotten feistier over the years, but at her core, Truly is pure sweetness. That tender heart of hers will try to waver, wanting to show mercy. She still craves guidance. Her body screamed it last night.
My morning wood becomes painfully hard at that thought. It's not about controlling her life. For her, it's about being taken care of. Now I'm seeing she's never had that from her family. I'm going to give her that.
"Bear," she mutters in her sleep, pressing more into me. The muscles in my stomach tighten. How does that one word have me feeling victorious but also wanting to rip this world apart? They robbed us both. It’s an act that I can never forgive. It may be in the past now, but Truly and I can never get those years back. They took them from us.
The first time she'd called me Bear was after I'd laid into a gardener who almost hit her, pulling into the back driveway of her home. I'd lost my shit. When he'd scurried off after his tongue-lashing, it snapped me back to the fact that Truly was standing there bearing witness to it all.
She held her hands up like bear claws and growled, trying to do an impression of me. It was adorable. Truly always tried toget me to act more my age. I never felt I had that freedom. My grandfather was a good man, but he put a lot on my shoulders, although he promised me it would be worth it.
Now that I have Truly cuddled into my side with my ring still on her finger, I can't say he was wrong. I run my hand up and down her back. I can tell she’s slowly waking up. I wait, wanting to be the first thing she sees.
When her eyes flutter open, it takes a second for her mind to catch up. “Blake?” She starts to sit up, but I keep a firm hold on her. Her nose gives a small scrunch.
“Morning, wife.”
“Are you really going to keep calling me that?”
“You’re my wife; why wouldn’t I?”
“Well—”
I kiss her, not wanting to hear that response. When I pull back, she’s got a dazed expression that goes straight to my dick, which is still painfully hard.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we'll do breakfast. Shall we go out?" I would rather keep her here and all to myself, but she was cooped up for far too long. I want her to be able to spread her wings, and for us to begin having experiences together.
"You don't have work?"
"I'm the boss."
"You're going to ditch?"
I see the hopefulness in her eyes. I'm pleased as fuck she wants to spend time with me, but she shouldn't have to be hopeful about it. I want it to be a foregone conclusion. I'll get us there.
"Yes."
"I would love to go out. I saw a few places on my phone nearby that I wanted to check out."
"Then that's what we'll do." I press a kiss to the top of her head before getting out of bed. "See something you like?" I tease her when her eyes drop to the outline of my dick that wants to be free of my sweatpants and inside her.
“I mean how could I miss it?” she jokes as her cheeks tinge pink.
“It’s all for you and because of you.”
“I still can’t believe what we did in the kitchen.” I brace one hand on the bed to move closer to her.
“But did you enjoy it?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she nods her head yes. “Then that’s all that matters, honey.” I stroll toward the bathroom before I end up pinning her to the bed. She’s way too tempting, and I’ve waited so long to have her that I have to continue to remind myself to slow down.
I don’t want her to think this is all about sex. Even if it's taking up most of my thoughts. I'd started to think that I might have a low sex drive. I wasn't one to masturbate much, if at all. In the back of my mind, it had started to worry me.
Now that Truly is back, it's crystal clear that it has just been dormant. In hibernation, waiting for her to return. The whole bear name might not be too far off the mark.
