Losing you book 3

Chapter 11

JC

I didn't know what to expect. First she moaned when I kissed her, I know what that meant, I chipped her walls a little more again. I know I vowed to kiss away all the pain but it's taking some time.

I know I said I'd give her time, but it's a little frustrating, I want to know we're ok. I want to feel her.

When she realized and confirmed that Laura never touched me, she went right on and did. She's always been great at driving me crazy when she goes down on me. But lately, it's becoming frustrating. Some guys wouldn't mind being given head all the time but I do.

I want to be able to touch my wife, to make her lose control, hear her moan, hear her scream my name while I go down on her, make love, make sweet love to her. I miss being able to do all that and it's driving me crazy.

I want to bury myself deep inside her and know that I'm the only one who's ever been there.

But I need to give her time.

I have to hide my frustrations though because she might take it the wrong way.

I know Yve prepared for this surprise, if I think about what happened today, it seems everyone was in on it. I actually thought we were going to our house, in the village where she grew up in, but I was wrong. I wished it was her surprise, but I guess it wasn't.

When she turned towards the gate of the village and we left, I felt disappointed. When we went to the gas station and she asked me to wear a blindfold, I thought we'd be heading back but I knew how to get back to the village, she didn't go back.

Whatever her surprise is, I'm sure I'll love it. She hasn't done this since we got back together so this is a first.

I heard her whisper then, "This is it." Then she took off my blindfolds and I had to give my eyes time to adjust to the light and what I saw took my breath away and left me speechless.

I was in our 10 car garage where Yve's first Prado and both Lamborghini cars, together with my old Land Cruiser and our Sequoia is parked. Behind it was our house. I thought she sold them, she didn't. I never asked about them and she never told me.

Our house.

She built it, well, not exactly the same as the drawing I saw years ago, but it's here. If I'm asleep right now, please don't wake me up.

"When your mom told us you died, I was positive I will not build this house. There was no point to it because it will never be our home. It will ever feel right for me." She said. This is one thing we've never talked about. This is her way of letting me in further. Hopefully, this is also the last barrier we need to cross.

"When I found out you were still alive, you had amnesia but were alive nevertheless, I decided it would be my way of letting you know I'm waiting for the day you come back to me, to our twins."

"I poured my heart out to this house. All my hopes and dreams and wishes are carved here. I told myself this is my gift for you when you come back."

"I don't know why I thought that if you did, everything would just fall right into place, but it didn't." How right she was. A lot happened during the years we were apart.

"When I saw you, all the love I felt for you came rushing back to the surface. But so did all the pain. It helped that we cleared everything. It enabled us to move forward." She said as I stared at her while she was explaining. I knew why she was babbling, she's nervous about my reaction, and I haven't said a word.

I couldn't say anything, I've waited for this moment for so long.

"I didn't want to tell you about the house until..." Her voice trailed off. She took a deep breath. "Well, until I could admit to myself that I'm fine, I'm great. That the shadow of the past doesn't haunt my everyday anymore. Although I'm sorry it took so long." She said.