24-12-2018, 12:39 PM
Consequences Pt. 08
[Author's note: Everyone in this story is 18 or older.]
Mike's mom and dad got to the hospital later that day. Joe was with them. "How is he?" his mom asked crying.
"He's stable," Allie said. "He has some broken bones. The doctors are more concerned about internal bleeding."
"Oh my god," his mom cried, her hand going to her mouth.
"The doctors think he'll be okay," Darren assured them.
"Are sorry, who are you?" Mike's dad said.
"Sorry Mr. Andrews," Allie said. "This is Darren, my boyfriend."
Joe looked around. "Where's Jen?" he asked concerned.
Everyone looked at Allie. Tears welled up in her eyes. "She lost the baby."
"Oh no," Mike's mom wailed.
Later Jen was released from care. She joined Mike in his room. She sobbed seeing him laying broken and unconscious in the bed.
The doctor came in later. "He's stable," he assured her. "We've stopped the internal bleeding. His right leg is broken. He's very lucky though. He should make a full recovery."
"Oh thank god!" Jen cried, hugging Mike's mom, dad and Joe.
The hospital released Mike a week later. He was weak and had a cast on his right leg but otherwise he was okay.
"I'm okay baby," Mike assured Jen later at home. She'd been around him constantly, not letting him out of her sight. "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay," she said looking down. Suddenly she started crying. "I'm sorry, can't help it."
"It's okay ... we lost our baby," Mike said hugging her. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"You're upset about the baby too?" she asked seeing the tears in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he said not understanding. "Of course I'm upset."
Jen cried tears of relief, burying her head in Mike's chest. "I thought I'd have to grieve by myself!" she sobbed.
"Honey it was our baby," he assured her, emphasizing "our." They held each other as they cried and mourned the loss of their unborn baby.
Later that week Jen worked up the courage to confess to Mike. "I was looking at a text from Colin," she confessed. "That's why I didn't see the truck."
"What did he say?"
Jen didn't want to show him. She was too ashamed, too guilty. But she had to show him. She couldn't survive this without him knowing everything.
She handed him her cell phone. Mike looked at the picture of Colin's well defined abs and hard cock on the screen. "He sent you this?" Mike said shocked. "You were looking at this?"
She nodded.
"What were you thinking?" he said angrily. "At the time, what were you thinking?"
She didn't want to say it, but she knew she had to confess, come clean. "I was thinking he looked really good."
A cloud came over Mike's face. He couldn't stand to look at his wife at that moment. He felt betrayed. "I need some time," he said looking away from her. "Leave me alone."
"Mike please!" she sobbed grabbing his arm. "I feel terrible about this! I need you! Please don't turn away from me!"
"Jen ... I just need some time okay?" he said not looking at her. She left sobbing.
He felt numb. He'd risked his life, gotten really hurt. Worse – so much worse – they'd lost their baby. It HAD been their baby. He'd gotten over the sperm coming from Tom. That didn't matter. Their baby. It'd been his baby, he was the father. A tear fell down his cheek at their loss.
But ... he knew it was unfair to blame Jen. Of course she'd look at the picture. What girl wouldn't? Of course she found Colin hot. They'd talked about it.
Yes, she'd gotten distracted crossing the street. But how many times had he looked at his phone as he crossed New York City streets? Many times a day probably. It'd just been terrible tragic timing.
It wasn't her fault. But she'd bear the guilt of this the rest of her life. God, he felt bad for being so hard on her.
"Mike?" he heard her say tentatively at the door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," he said. He held out his arms. She got onto the bed and snuggled into his chest.
"I'm so sorry," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry too, it wasn't your fault, it wasn't," he said holding her. They cried holding each other.
***********
It took a few weeks before I started feeling like myself. I still had the cast on but I managed to get around on crutches.
Jen got assigned to lead a pitch for Memphis Global, the big worldwide retail conglomerate. They owned everything from grocery stores to pharmacies to car dealerships to furniture stores. They recently acquired the Best Buy, Staples and Home Depot retail chains, and they negotiating to buy CarMax. They controlled similar retail outlets in Europe and Japan, and had begun expanding into the growing and potentially huge Chinese markets.
This was a really big one, way bigger than Google if she could bring it in. She stayed home a lot with me, working from home. She was getting a lot of pressure from her partners to throw herself into the pitch, but she insisted on staying home.
She relied on Allie to carry a lot of the ball and I could tell it was stressing everyone out, especially her. But she insisted on staying home to take care of me, even though I told her I was fine and she should go do what she needed to do to land Memphis. When I recovered enough to return to work, I finally managed to convince her I was okay and she returned to work too.
She started working longer hours. Then she started traveling for meetings with Memphis execs, all over the world. Some weeks I'd only see her on weekends, and often she had to work then too. I missed her, but I was really proud of her. She was so talented, and it was really cool the way everyone respected her.
Despite being apart we were closer than ever. We did a lot of snuggling and hugging when we were together, a lot of talking and laughing. It was all good, I felt really close to her.
We hadn't had sex since the accident. We'd gotten each other off a few times – once or twice every couple of weeks maybe -- but no intercourse sex.
Why? I think for a lot of reasons. We both had to recover physically. Even after I'd recovered inside, the cast made intercourse difficult. More so though we were recovering emotionally.
There was a lot to process. We'd lost our baby. Should we try to have another one? Most importantly, how did our game factor into that?
We didn't talk about it, but we were still into the game. That type of thing – those urges -- didn't just go away. We both had these intense desires. I knew I did. And I was sure Jen did too. She'd enjoyed the game so much. You can't just turn that kind of thing off.
The fact Tom had gotten Jen pregnant ... that really turned me on and, at some level, it turned Jen on too. Should we explore that fantasy? What seemed like an impossible taboo before didn't seem so impossible now. I could and would accept the baby as my own, no matter where the sperm came from. We both knew that now.
Jen and Allie turned 27 (their birthdays were just a few days apart). Her team stopped working long enough to take them to happy hour to celebrate and they invited me of course.
I camped out at a table. It was too hard to mingle on crutches. Jen sat next to me. I got a scotch. She hesitated, then ordered a Cosmo. She could drink again, there was no reason not to.
"You should take it slow," I said putting my hand on hers. She hadn't had alcohol for months, I didn't want her to get drunk (unless she wanted to).
"I know baby," she said squeezing my hand back.
We got our drinks. The party was at full force by then. "You don't have to hang around me," I said with a laugh. I knew she wanted to socialize, that's how she was.
"I wanna be with you," she insisted.
"We have later tonight," I assured her. "Go ahead, have fun with your friends, it's your birthday." I gave her a grin. "You know I like watching you."
She grinned back at me. It was the first time we'd mentioned the game since the accident. "Okay mister, you asked for it." She got up and did her social butterfly thing.
I loved watching her. She moved around so gracefully thanks to her years of studying dance, like an elegant ballerina. She looked great. She'd gotten more into yoga lately. Exercising was like therapy to her. She had classes on her iPad, so even when she traveled she got in a work out. Her body was as firm and toned as ever. She looked amazing! I'd gained a few pounds since the accident, since I couldn't move around well with the cast. As I often did, I thought how lucky I was to have such a beautiful and sexy wife.
She bopped around and socialized. With her beauty and bubbly personality she was always the center of attention. I got aroused seeing her flirting. Flirting was part of her personality, she couldn't turn it off, but it wasn't too outrageous. Still this was the first time I'd seen her flirting with other guys since the accident, and it got me hard.
Darren was there with Allie. "You doing okay mate?" he said with an affectionate knock on my cast.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said. "How're you and Allie?"
"Brilliant!" he gushed. "She's an amazing girl. I owe you big time for introducing us."
"How're Jim and Stacy?" I asked lowering my voice.
"Still in Australia," Darren said also speaking low. "We email sometimes. Don't tell Allie that okay? It's a sensitive issue."
"I get it. They're okay?"
"Yeah. She's getting big. They talk about getting together after the baby, when they move back to London. They want to continue the relationship. Jim's into that, it gets him really hot."
[Author's note: Everyone in this story is 18 or older.]
Mike's mom and dad got to the hospital later that day. Joe was with them. "How is he?" his mom asked crying.
"He's stable," Allie said. "He has some broken bones. The doctors are more concerned about internal bleeding."
"Oh my god," his mom cried, her hand going to her mouth.
"The doctors think he'll be okay," Darren assured them.
"Are sorry, who are you?" Mike's dad said.
"Sorry Mr. Andrews," Allie said. "This is Darren, my boyfriend."
Joe looked around. "Where's Jen?" he asked concerned.
Everyone looked at Allie. Tears welled up in her eyes. "She lost the baby."
"Oh no," Mike's mom wailed.
Later Jen was released from care. She joined Mike in his room. She sobbed seeing him laying broken and unconscious in the bed.
The doctor came in later. "He's stable," he assured her. "We've stopped the internal bleeding. His right leg is broken. He's very lucky though. He should make a full recovery."
"Oh thank god!" Jen cried, hugging Mike's mom, dad and Joe.
The hospital released Mike a week later. He was weak and had a cast on his right leg but otherwise he was okay.
"I'm okay baby," Mike assured Jen later at home. She'd been around him constantly, not letting him out of her sight. "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay," she said looking down. Suddenly she started crying. "I'm sorry, can't help it."
"It's okay ... we lost our baby," Mike said hugging her. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"You're upset about the baby too?" she asked seeing the tears in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he said not understanding. "Of course I'm upset."
Jen cried tears of relief, burying her head in Mike's chest. "I thought I'd have to grieve by myself!" she sobbed.
"Honey it was our baby," he assured her, emphasizing "our." They held each other as they cried and mourned the loss of their unborn baby.
Later that week Jen worked up the courage to confess to Mike. "I was looking at a text from Colin," she confessed. "That's why I didn't see the truck."
"What did he say?"
Jen didn't want to show him. She was too ashamed, too guilty. But she had to show him. She couldn't survive this without him knowing everything.
She handed him her cell phone. Mike looked at the picture of Colin's well defined abs and hard cock on the screen. "He sent you this?" Mike said shocked. "You were looking at this?"
She nodded.
"What were you thinking?" he said angrily. "At the time, what were you thinking?"
She didn't want to say it, but she knew she had to confess, come clean. "I was thinking he looked really good."
A cloud came over Mike's face. He couldn't stand to look at his wife at that moment. He felt betrayed. "I need some time," he said looking away from her. "Leave me alone."
"Mike please!" she sobbed grabbing his arm. "I feel terrible about this! I need you! Please don't turn away from me!"
"Jen ... I just need some time okay?" he said not looking at her. She left sobbing.
He felt numb. He'd risked his life, gotten really hurt. Worse – so much worse – they'd lost their baby. It HAD been their baby. He'd gotten over the sperm coming from Tom. That didn't matter. Their baby. It'd been his baby, he was the father. A tear fell down his cheek at their loss.
But ... he knew it was unfair to blame Jen. Of course she'd look at the picture. What girl wouldn't? Of course she found Colin hot. They'd talked about it.
Yes, she'd gotten distracted crossing the street. But how many times had he looked at his phone as he crossed New York City streets? Many times a day probably. It'd just been terrible tragic timing.
It wasn't her fault. But she'd bear the guilt of this the rest of her life. God, he felt bad for being so hard on her.
"Mike?" he heard her say tentatively at the door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," he said. He held out his arms. She got onto the bed and snuggled into his chest.
"I'm so sorry," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry too, it wasn't your fault, it wasn't," he said holding her. They cried holding each other.
***********
It took a few weeks before I started feeling like myself. I still had the cast on but I managed to get around on crutches.
Jen got assigned to lead a pitch for Memphis Global, the big worldwide retail conglomerate. They owned everything from grocery stores to pharmacies to car dealerships to furniture stores. They recently acquired the Best Buy, Staples and Home Depot retail chains, and they negotiating to buy CarMax. They controlled similar retail outlets in Europe and Japan, and had begun expanding into the growing and potentially huge Chinese markets.
This was a really big one, way bigger than Google if she could bring it in. She stayed home a lot with me, working from home. She was getting a lot of pressure from her partners to throw herself into the pitch, but she insisted on staying home.
She relied on Allie to carry a lot of the ball and I could tell it was stressing everyone out, especially her. But she insisted on staying home to take care of me, even though I told her I was fine and she should go do what she needed to do to land Memphis. When I recovered enough to return to work, I finally managed to convince her I was okay and she returned to work too.
She started working longer hours. Then she started traveling for meetings with Memphis execs, all over the world. Some weeks I'd only see her on weekends, and often she had to work then too. I missed her, but I was really proud of her. She was so talented, and it was really cool the way everyone respected her.
Despite being apart we were closer than ever. We did a lot of snuggling and hugging when we were together, a lot of talking and laughing. It was all good, I felt really close to her.
We hadn't had sex since the accident. We'd gotten each other off a few times – once or twice every couple of weeks maybe -- but no intercourse sex.
Why? I think for a lot of reasons. We both had to recover physically. Even after I'd recovered inside, the cast made intercourse difficult. More so though we were recovering emotionally.
There was a lot to process. We'd lost our baby. Should we try to have another one? Most importantly, how did our game factor into that?
We didn't talk about it, but we were still into the game. That type of thing – those urges -- didn't just go away. We both had these intense desires. I knew I did. And I was sure Jen did too. She'd enjoyed the game so much. You can't just turn that kind of thing off.
The fact Tom had gotten Jen pregnant ... that really turned me on and, at some level, it turned Jen on too. Should we explore that fantasy? What seemed like an impossible taboo before didn't seem so impossible now. I could and would accept the baby as my own, no matter where the sperm came from. We both knew that now.
Jen and Allie turned 27 (their birthdays were just a few days apart). Her team stopped working long enough to take them to happy hour to celebrate and they invited me of course.
I camped out at a table. It was too hard to mingle on crutches. Jen sat next to me. I got a scotch. She hesitated, then ordered a Cosmo. She could drink again, there was no reason not to.
"You should take it slow," I said putting my hand on hers. She hadn't had alcohol for months, I didn't want her to get drunk (unless she wanted to).
"I know baby," she said squeezing my hand back.
We got our drinks. The party was at full force by then. "You don't have to hang around me," I said with a laugh. I knew she wanted to socialize, that's how she was.
"I wanna be with you," she insisted.
"We have later tonight," I assured her. "Go ahead, have fun with your friends, it's your birthday." I gave her a grin. "You know I like watching you."
She grinned back at me. It was the first time we'd mentioned the game since the accident. "Okay mister, you asked for it." She got up and did her social butterfly thing.
I loved watching her. She moved around so gracefully thanks to her years of studying dance, like an elegant ballerina. She looked great. She'd gotten more into yoga lately. Exercising was like therapy to her. She had classes on her iPad, so even when she traveled she got in a work out. Her body was as firm and toned as ever. She looked amazing! I'd gained a few pounds since the accident, since I couldn't move around well with the cast. As I often did, I thought how lucky I was to have such a beautiful and sexy wife.
She bopped around and socialized. With her beauty and bubbly personality she was always the center of attention. I got aroused seeing her flirting. Flirting was part of her personality, she couldn't turn it off, but it wasn't too outrageous. Still this was the first time I'd seen her flirting with other guys since the accident, and it got me hard.
Darren was there with Allie. "You doing okay mate?" he said with an affectionate knock on my cast.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said. "How're you and Allie?"
"Brilliant!" he gushed. "She's an amazing girl. I owe you big time for introducing us."
"How're Jim and Stacy?" I asked lowering my voice.
"Still in Australia," Darren said also speaking low. "We email sometimes. Don't tell Allie that okay? It's a sensitive issue."
"I get it. They're okay?"
"Yeah. She's getting big. They talk about getting together after the baby, when they move back to London. They want to continue the relationship. Jim's into that, it gets him really hot."
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