Chapter 217 - Settling Conflicts - mdtres
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I penetrated her harder and then moved slowly, the sensation of her repeated pressures on my cock was the ultimate reward when we both reached release.
"Now I really need to sleep, Black-haired." We kissed.
"Let me finish bathing you." I let her pamper me, we stepped out. "I was very angry with you, but seeing that it could have been the last day..." Her voice trembled, I caressed her cheek.
"Luisa, come with me somewhere tomorrow." I'll take her to the base. "Help me with the intelligence work, but never ask me to be in confrontations again unless they break into the house and you have to. Otherwise, support me to do my job well." Her eyes filled with tears. She kissed me.
"I accept."
"Well, after the religious wedding, take a few hours to do some virtual research."
"You're so overprotective." I lay down, feeling worse than a daycare sucker. "Let me apply something to those bruises." I let her do it, I was almost asleep when Luisa finished, and we heard Andrea's cry, it was time for her early morning bottle. "Rest, love."
I felt a gentle kiss, it was the best sensation I had ever experienced in my life, being cared for this way by my wife, that was the reason I would never put my cock anywhere other than Luisa. I never wanted to lose this peace.
I was glad to know that Roland, Miguel, and Cereza already lived it, it satisfied me that Gustavo and Aníbal would soon experience it, I only hoped Arnold could live it, that he would know the gratification of being wrecked by a woman. For men like us, it was the only breath of life, an oasis of healing.
"God, I know you need us for something greater, and I sense you want us to save some specific lives, if that's your will, we will do it, but I don't want to carry more deaths, those we killed yesterday were as bad or worse than us, the only thing I ask is not to bury any of my friends, my brothers."
In my absurd prayer, I fell asleep.
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Miguel
The sun woke me up, my damn neck hurt, Diana wasn't lying about making me sleep on the living room couch. Not exactly. Last night when I put our son to bed and painfully got into bed, my wife was blunt, I remembered her words.
"Either you leave the room or I will." I turned on the bedside lamp. "And before you say I'm being a child, my anger with you is because of your big mouth."
"Baby, are you still mad about what I said?" I lay back down, she'll get over it by morning.
"You're not leaving the room?"
"No, I'm exhausted, Diana."
"Fine."
She got out of bed, she looked so beautiful with her little belly, our baby was there and that feeling was indescribable.
"Diana!"
"Goodnight, Beast."
"Goodnight, baby."
She kept her word, after half an hour without being able to sleep, I imagined she lay down somewhere, there were several rooms. I got up to bring her back to bed so I could sleep, but she wasn't in any of them. I found her on the big, comfortable living room couch, with a book in her hand, asleep in a very uncomfortable position given her state.
This woman was so stubborn! I carried her, put her in bed, and went back to the couch, I did it just to show I was fulfilling the punishment, and I admit, I was a big-mouth. I got comfortable, I was at home, I was in my Oasis. I fell asleep.
I heard movements in the kitchen, I needed to shower, when I entered the room Diana wasn't there, I grabbed a towel and went straight to the bathroom, my chest hurt, I had bruises all over my body, if it weren't for the suit, I would have died like a sieve full of bullets. I put on the towel and went out to find clothes.
"Miguel!"
My wife's scream alerted me, she was in front of me and approached, covering her mouth with her eyes full of tears.
"Tell me those weren't bullets, Beast."
"You know I don't lie, especially not to you, if it weren't for our suits, Rat and I would have died." My wife's arms wrapped around my waist.
"Never leave me."
"Am I forgiven now?"
"My anger is because of your big mouth. How can you talk so casually in front of people?"
"Okay, I accept it."
She went out looking for something, I don't know what, I put on my boxers, jeans, socks, and was putting on my boots when Diana came in with an ointment.
"Stand up, oh!" She bent over, touching her belly. She was in pajamas, she pulled down her pants, and her panties had a bloodstain. "Miguel..."
It was a whisper, and my balls shot up to my throat, I'm not an expert, but I know that in a pregnancy, there shouldn't be bleeding. I grabbed a t-shirt, put it on, picked up my wife, and rushed out, scared shitless.
"Does it hurt?" Diana was trembling with nerves, wiping her tears. "Baby, look at me, everything will be fine."
"I don't want to lose my baby."
"You won't, you'll see it was just because of your silly anger." She started to shake her head. "I put her in the truck, Lupe arrived at that moment on his motorcycle."
"What happened?"
"Lupe, take care of Isaac. I'm taking Diana to the clinic, she's bleeding. We'll talk later."
"Yes, sir."
Luckily, the road, although unpaved, was even. Still, I tried to drive fast but cautiously to avoid worsening my wife's condition. She hadn't stopped crying and clutching her belly. I arrived, got out, carried Diana inside, and shouted for help. A nurse came with a stretcher.
"Is Dr. Jones here?" The young woman nodded. "My wife is pregnant and started bleeding." I heard them call for the doctor over the intercom, and she appeared within five minutes.
"Miguel?" She looked at my wife. "Diana..."
"She's bleeding, doctor."
"Calm down, we need to check if everything is okay. We're three and a half months along. It's not ideal to bleed, but it could just be a reaction to something. Have you been under stress recently?" We both nodded.
"I was terrified thinking my husband might die yesterday."
I stared at her. Was all this because she was afraid I might die? I squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead.
"Sweetheart, bad grass never dies." She rolled her eyes, her hands trembling.
"Let's rule out the obvious first."
We entered a restricted area. They gave me a gown, a cap, and some shoe covers. I put them on as we walked.
"As I know it will be impossible to keep you away from your wife, at least cover up properly."
"I'm glad, doctor, that we're getting to know each other now."
"Mr. Daniel hasn't left his wife's side, and in this case, I think it's for the best. It's not easy to face a double mastectomy."
"Doctor, our wives are everything to us."
"I can see that."
We reached an ultrasound machine. They applied gel to her belly, and the doctor searched for my child. My soul hung by a thread. Please, let everything be okay, Lord. When I saw the doctor's smiling expression, I exhaled. She pressed some buttons, and the sound of my child's heartbeat was a balm. The tough guy act dropped, and a couple of tears escaped.
"The baby is fine, which leads me to conclude that you were under a lot of stress, Diana. In any case, for a month, while we see how things progress, sex is off the table." My wife laughed, and I looked at the doctor.
"So you're telling me to jerk off for a month?" The doctor smiled and shook her head, and Diana pinched me.
"What did we agree on, Beast?"
"Sweetheart, forgive me. It's not easy to accept such a ban. The doctor just gave me the punishment." I looked at the doctor. "At least lift the ban on my wedding day. Don't expect me to jerk off on my wedding night too." The doctor's laughter was priceless.
"Definitely, each of you is special. Now that everything is fine, leave, Miguel. I'll stay with Diana. She needs to rest, and I want to monitor her and the baby for today."
I didn't want to leave her, but the scare had passed, and I was hungry. I kissed my wife and left her in the doctor's care. When I reached the cafeteria, Cereza was buying coffee.
"Miguel! What are you doing here?"
I told her everything, ordered several things for breakfast, and we sat at one of the tables.
"It was a fucking scare. Last night we faced ten thugs head-on with nerves of steel. But today, seeing my wife bleed a little, my balls got stuck in my throat. How's Clarisa?"
"Reluctant to show me her scars. I need to get flowers for my wife. Where can I find some?"
"The receptionist can help you with that... Wait! Are you sending flowers?"
"I asked you not to mess with this. I need to make Clarisa understand how much I love her, with or without breasts. This will be a tough battle. Fighting another man is easier than fighting a prejudice. Somehow, I need to make her see and understand how much I adore her and am grateful she's still alive."
At that moment, Roland arrived at the cafeteria with Veronica and the quadruplets, along with my lovely mother. Rata and Luisa would arrive soon. My phone rang; it was three calls from Gustavo, Arnold, and Aníbal. I smiled at their concern. It was true that we used to watch each other's backs, but since Veronica's arrival, our brotherhood had strengthened.
The lady looked at me and ran to hug me as if my little sister had come to greet me. I welcomed her with a strong embrace. Inés did the same, and I realized how much I needed it. Roland patted my shoulder.
"Is everything okay?" I nodded at the boss's question.
"Thank God, it was just the scare when she saw the bruises from the bullet impacts."
"I'm glad. It's time for a break. I'm getting tired of clinics."
"I hope so too." Although I doubted it, something told me a change in our lives was coming.