EroticReverie

Audrey - One week later

"Audrey?" Harry's voice calls through the door. 

I've been in here all day. In my and Mak's bedroom. Holding his pillow tight and emptying my tears into it. Maks and I fought all week. What was even worse, is that he didn't raise his voice once, instead it was me, having a one way screaming match with him. We also had more sex this past week than ever. He stayed home with me everyday, just to let me yell at him, to let me be mad at him. To let me be sad. I knew my tears weren't going to change anything, no matter how many of them I cried. No matter how loudly I screamed at him. 

He took every scream, took every tear. Let me fall apart over and over again, piecing me back together, holding me, comforting me, fucking me, making love to me, just to do it all over again. 

He made love to me this morning, then left. He couldnt tell me where to, or what exactly it was that he was going to do. So I had to watch my husband leave me at our doorstep, climb into a vehicle, and give me the most heartbreaking look with the blue eyes of his. 

He promised me he'd come back in one piece. But his eyes conveyed all the other possibilities. That he might not. The second he drove off, I screamed, falling to ground at the entryway, and stayed there for quite awhile until Tony and Harry both pulled me from my puddle of misery and brought me upstairs. 

"Why don't you come downstairs, have something to eat? Tony asks through the door as I lay there, my head pounding from all the crying, and my throat sore from all my wailing and screaming I've done this past week. 

I don't answer. I lay there, numb. Hating my husband. Angry with him, and trying not to be. Tony and Harry tell me if I'm not out of bed in an hour, they're going to break the door down and drag me out. They're joking. But I don't laugh. They're trying to cheer me up, but it's not funny. Nothing is funny, nothing's been funny this past week, and all the trauma from the night Maks almost died just plays in my head on repeat, just as it has everyday since then. But now that he's not here to hold me, to make it okay, to make me feel safe, to let me feel his arms around me. 

I get up, my stomach sick, and I choke back cries as I fall to my knees, and brace myself over the toilet as I throw up into the bowl. It's nothing but dry heaves and a bit of bile. I havent eaten hardly at all this week. I've even lost five pounds, which Maks noticed. Another argument was had about that. As if there was anything I could do about the stress affecting me physically. 

I heave again, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. 

I should have told him. I could have. And I didn't. 

My eyes go to cupboard beneath the sink, where I know the wastebasket it is. As if I can see through the cabinet door and into the bottom of the wastebasket, where the empty pregnancy test box lays hidden. 

I had planned on telling him that night....I'd taken it before I'd gotten into bed. The postive test, still is laying in my bedside drawer, hidden in the back. But then I noticed his demeanor, and then found out that he had to leave. I could have thrown it in his face, shown him that he was a father now, rubbed it in and see if it made a difference in his decision, or added to the guilt enough to make him either take me with him, or to stay. But I was too afraid that the outcome wouldnt change. Because..I knew it wouldnt. The only thing it would do is distract him, and I loved the beautiful bane of my misery too fucking much to do that to him. It would only make me selfish. To tell him I was pregnant right before he had to leave me. Leave our child. 

I sit there on the bathroom floor, my limbs too weak, everything feeling sore and I just tip over and curl up on the bathroom floor, pressing my cheek to the cold tile floor as I cry all alone.

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"Audrey, hey" I hear a voice, my arm being nudged , a set of strong hands gently lifting me from the floor as I wake. 

"Maks is on the phone." Tony says. I jerk and looks around. 

"He's alright." Harry says' and then hands me the phone that I immediately bring to my face.

"Maks?!" I answer, my voice crackling and squeaking from the partial loss of it. 

"I'm fine baby" he says gently. His warm , deep voice soothing me, and I close my eyes.

"Maks" I cry his name now softly, immediately sniffling.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you all week" I begin to cry more. 

"I deserved it. Don't apologize. How are you doing baby?" he asks , but he already knows. I can tell by the look on Harry and Tony's faces they've told him exactly what happened and that I havent moved from our bedroom, and that I've been crying ever since he left. 

"I love you" I say my voice shaking as I cry. "I love you so much Maksim, I love you, I'm sorry, I just love you, i love you" I say, over and over as I cry, tears that shouldnt even be possible with how much I've cried, are streaming down my cheeks. I felt bad. God, I was still mad at him, but I also felt bad that I couldnt help but yell and argue, and beg him, and scream at him all week. 

"ya lyublyu tebya lavanda" he sighs softly. I love you Lavender.

"A lyublyu tebya, ty moye serdtse, ty moya lyubov', moya zhizn', moye dykhaniye, ty solntse, luna, nebo nad golovoy i zemlya pod moimi nogami, ty ves' moy mir Lavanda, ty vse moye lyubov" Maksim says giving me a speech. 

I want to laugh. But I just cry. I wipe my cheeks. 

"You know my Russian isn't that good yet Maksim" I say with a little sob, and I hear his deep chuckle. 

"I said,... I love you, you are my heart, you are my love, my life, my breath, you are the sun, the moon, the sky above and the ground beneath my feet, you're my entire world Lavender, you are everything my love" he says and my lower lip wobbles.

"I cant do this Maksim..I cant do this...I need you....I fucking need you, and I cant...I cant go through this...I cant have you leaving...I cant be without you...you dont understand...I'm so fucking scared Maksim" I say, shaking and curling up again, sobbing into the phone. 

"I'll be home in two days Audrey. Can you be strong for me, for just two days love?" he asks softly. 

"no" I cry. "I cant" 

"Yes you can...I know you can....you're my wife.....you have to be strong to put up with my ass.." he says trrying to joke with me. I just blubber into the phone. 

"You've got this baby...we've got this....I'm coming back to you in two days...no later...you hear me?" he says and I close my eyes, and I can picture the way he would be placing his hands on my face right now if he were here.

"you're my lethal little Lavender haired badass" he murmurs. I sniff and swipe my cheeks because his tone is changing slowly. I just sniff again as I wait for him to keep speaking.

"I cant have you crying the next two days Lavender...so get your pretty little American ass off the bathroom floor...tell Tony and Harry to go downstairs, because I want to fuck my wife through the phone." he says and I huff. 

"The only thing I want to hear cry, is that wet little pussy of yours Audrey...now do what I say." he says and even though I'm a fucking mess, I manage to do exactly as Maksim tells me. 

"No more crying...you hear me?" he groans into my ear through the phone. 

"no promises" I answer back and he ignores it. 

"Take your clothes off." he demands. "I miss my wife.....you're going to get naked, and send me no less than a dozen photos of that pussy of yours....no less than a dozen of those pretty tits of yours....and when i'm done making you cum Audrey, you're going to send me ten dozen of that gorgeous face...and it better be smiling for me baby, you hear me?" he says and I squirm on the bed. 

"I said, do you fucking hear me Audrey?" he asks again and I nod, breathing shakily. 

"Yes Maksim" I answer. Because he knows how to talk to me, how to make me hot for him, even when I'm falling apart, even when i'm mad at him, or sad, or fucking in pieces like I am right now. 

"Good girl....now take your fucking clothes off and show me that sexy little pussy of mine"