Echo of cognition(Book 3 of Forgotten Series)

Chapter 29

Kory. I give you....the best breakfast ever.

My Kory was in a terrible mood. I could tell because I suggestively bent over in front of him( Yes the cock blockers are gone.) and he didnt even care. He actually walked around me. Dont ask me why I bent over in front of him!

I have a right to do whatever I want to my husband.

Anyhow.....it kind of hurt my feelings which he knew but he still didnt do anything.

Is this the first signs of neglect?

Next thing you know you'll be walking in asking why the chicken is cold,throwing the newspaper on the counter screaming out random curse words..

I covered my face and fake cried.

Where is the love?

"Oh would you stop?"

I turned away from the sexy pancakes I was making. He had a towel running threw his hair. As usual I wanted to crawl and worship that body. You should be wet more often. That has a double meaning by the way.

He still didnt smile." Is that so?"

"Yes." Wow even my compliments arent working. Come on get conceited and sexy.

"Flip the pancake." He walked out the kitchen leaving me there sad(Staring at that ass til it was out of sight).

Yeah but....sad. Not turned on. Sad.....a little bit of turned on but thats not the main point.

House wife in distress. Did I do something? Can you please tell me?

Do you guys know whats going on?

Its obviously the dream you had. Tranny growled out irritated.

Oh. I turned to the pancake and flipped it to see it was a bit over done..

I finished breakfast in a daze.

I brought the tray upstairs with me humming,hoping I could feed him and make sexual references then get him to smile.

Before I could speak he did."Im not hungry."

I put the tray down sadly." Can you at least eat the omelet? I tried really hard on that."

He was on the bed spread out eyes closed.

I sighed and sat next to him. Can we talk about it? Let me know whats on your mind.

His hand covered his eyes."Im not ready."

Your not ready? Not ready for what? 

This was a serious conversation so I had to resist the urge to sing "Ready or not,here I come,you cant hide. Im gonna find you...and take it slowly. " By the fugees.

Even though that is my song.

I watched his chest rise and fall. His breath hitched.

"Are you crying?" I demanded. Damn this is worse than I thought. His emotions went threw me and then I was the one bawling like I was two years old.

He pulled me too his chest."All these years for this and im still not ready. I thought I was stronger but... Im not."

"You are strong!" I managed somehow between my tight throat. It still was barely english though. I clutched him  trying to breath and trying to find the motivation to get a box of tissue.

"Im not strong enough. Im really not. I always say you cant know because you wont understand but thats a lie. Its all a lie. Im the one who cant handle it."