Chapter Twenty-Two - Great Concept, Horrible Execution

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SALEM'S POV
Chris slept like a damn baby all through the night as I struggled and tossed and turned all night. My mind kept racing with many questions. I quietly crept down the stairs and went into the kitchen, then grabbed a mug and a teabag from the cabinet. I leaned over the countertop as I waited for the water to boil, my head in my hands, not paying attention to my surroundings even remotely. After the day we had one would think I'd be on high alert, but I was mentally exhausted. Whether it was from pregnancy or stress, who knows. I didn't have the mental capacity to pay attention to anything. I felt familiar hands run across my shoulders, then his lips on them.

"What are you doing up, love?" He asked, his voice hushed in the dark. I shrugged, then turned to face him. The moment I saw him and came face to face with his wound I started to tear up. Chris placed his hands on my shoulders supportively, then kissed my forehead.

"I just couldn't sleep, that's all," I left it at that. Chris placed a finger under my chin and lifted my face so that I made eye contact with him, then he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"Come back to bed, baby." He begged. I sighed and turned back to the tea I was making. I stirred in some honey, then felt Chris place his hands on my hips. He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, then nibbled lightly on it causing me to bite my lip. He must still feel okay from the medicine, but he was coming to. His hands ventured up my torso to my breasts under my short silk nightgown. "Have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you look in this?" He whispered in my ear. I let go of the spoon in my tea and turned to face him.

"Chris, you need to go lay back down. You were hurt pretty bad today-" he lifted me up and placed me on the countertop, "what are you doing?" I let a small giggle escape. He gave me a smirk, then spread my legs open.

"Taking what's mine," he got down and stripped off my panties, then tossed them to the side, "you don't need these, not with me around," he said doing so. I blushed wildly, then felt his tongue press up against my folds.

"Ch-Chris, what are you doing-"

"Shh, baby, I'm going to make you feel good, I promise," he slowly inserted a finger into me, causing me to throw my head against the cabinet behind me. Chris added another finger, then began to lick my clit. My toes curled, and I clutched onto the edge of the counter top with my mouth open in a silent scream. His fingers curled inside of me as he massaged my g-spot.

"Mm, fuck, Chris," I groaned out. He picked up his pace with his fingers, and sucked on my clit as I ran my hands through his hair. I felt myself tighten around his fingers, and my cum began to spill onto his tongue and hands. He pulled his fingers out, placing them on my tongue. I licked them and he smirked at me.

"Are you ready to come back to bed now?" He asked, helping me off the countertop. I looked at the time and figured he was right. I needed rest, especially since I was pregnant. I followed him back to the bedroom with my tea in hand, then sat it on a nightstand and laid down. Chris rolled to his side, pulling me close to his chest. "You know I love you, right?" He asked quietly in the dark. He placed his lips on the top of my head, placing a soft kiss.

"I know, babe. I love you, too." I quickly dozed off wrapped in Chris' arms.
At around 11am the doorbell started ringing incessantly. Chris groaned as he slowly moved to the edge of the bed, swinging his feet onto the ground.

"Babe, lay back down. I'll get it." I assured him. He shook his head.

"I feel fine, you should be the one resting, Salem. Just stay in bed, get some more rest." I laid back down, and watched as Chris went down to get the door. The moment he opened the door I heard a familiar voice boom through the house.

"Chris! I've been trying to call you, man! I heard about what happened, are you okay? Is Salem okay? Where is she?" I knew that voice... Where did I know that voice from?

"Ricky, calm down. Everything is okay. She's upstairs-" I heard feet running up the stairs and then the door swung wide open.

"Oh, thank god. I couldn't do that again. This man put us through so much when Lil passed. Are you okay? You didn't get hurt did you?"

"She came up right as they were running out the door. I don't think they know about her, and I want to keep it that way," Chris sat down on the edge of the bed, then grabbed my hand, "which is why I have made the decision to sell the funeral home and we're going to move." Chris' communication skills were very lackluster. This was the first I'd heard of his plan from his mouth.

"Woah, hold on, that funeral home was Lilith's baby. Are you sure she'd want you to do that?" Ricky sat down at the foot of the bed, criss-cross.

"Well, I'm going to have a family. I have other things to focus on now. Like, keeping Salem and our child safe." Safe from what? The truth?

"Are we just going to avoid the fact that this is the first I'm hearing of this plan?" I budded in. Ricky raised his eyebrows and looked over at Chris.

"I was going to tell you-"

"When? When you are signing the papers and packing up boxes? Chris, you can't just spring shit like this on me, it's not fair. You're not all by yourself anymore, you can't just make one sided decisions about shit like this! This is shit you should talk to me about!" I wasn't sure if it was hormones or a feeling of betrayal, but I swore I was starting to see red. Ricky stood up and walked over to us.

"Salem, why don't you come outside with me and we can talk about this?" Ricky suggested. I shook my head.

"No! Chris needs to learn that he can't just do shit on his own anymore! He begged me to be a part of his life, then locked me out of every decision. It's not fucking fair!" I know my words had to hurt by the look on Chris' face, but they kept flowing, "You know what? I can make decisions, too! I can do this on my own!" I got out of bed and walked over to the closet where I pulled on some leggings and one of Chris' shirts.

"Salem, just come outside with me, we will talk-"

"I don't need to fucking talk to anyone!" I slammed the bedroom door behind me, then walked downstairs. I grabbed my keys off the countertop and walked out. Chris and Ricky followed close behind.

"Salem! Babe, where are you going!?" Chris shouted after me as I got in my car.

"Fucking Narnia! Anywhere but here!"

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