I'm sorry (A James Hetfield story)

what? happened to the salad?

July 3rd, 2022- part three

As soon as Denise was done with her fruit salad with mustard (ick!) I went over to get the container, with spoon and the mustard, I put everything away. Then I walked over to Denise again, I sat down next to her, guess she was watching a car auction, very cool! Denise looked over to me and I smiled at her, Denise cuddled next to me, then the God damn phone rings!

"Fuck the phone!" I yelled at the tv, Denise sat up and looked at me.

"What if it's Lars?" Don't say his name!

"It's always Lars!" James, calm down, this is your wife, not a buddy.

"I know and I'm sorry." Denise got up from the couch and walked into our bedroom.

"Great, good going man!" I rolled my eyes, without thinking, I walked into the fridge to get the bottle of wine, I need a fucking drink! But why am I doing this? It's not worth the bs! But I want it! So, I just took a glass out of the cabinet, and I opened the bottle to put an inch of wine in the glass, that felt better again. Then I hurried up and put the wine bottle back in the fridge, then I could tell Denise was behind me, oh good God! Don't let her be in back of me.

"James? This better not turn into an all-day event!" God, damn she scared the shit out of me.

"Baby? You heard me?" Stupid ass question man! Of course she did!

"James, I'm not stupid, were you like this when Fran was pregnant with all three of your oldest kids? Please, and if you say yes, you are on the couch tonight." Fuck! Guilty!

"Okay yes but let me explain." Denise walked away from me for a moment.

"Baby! No, come here." Denise turned around and walked back to me, I growled for a moment.

"James, you have to pick one, beer or your family, I love you." Damn I love you too.

"I love you too." Denise had tears down her face, what the fuck did I do?

"Can't I have both?" I said under my breath, Denise hit me.

"No James Hetfield, you can't have both, I know this is a holiday, but I need you." Denise hit me again and I held on to her, I pulled her close to me and I kissed the side of her forehead.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." I inhaled slowly and Denise cried again.

"Don't do this to us." My family is more important than fucking up from beer.

"I won't. Again." Denise and I looked into each other's eyes, and we kissed.

"If you do, I will leave you for a week, until you figure shit out." My insides caved in.

"I understand." Denise ran her hand up my arm and shoulder, then she kissed my neck.

"Good, I see your hair is getting longer." Yes baby.

"I like it like this." (photo) I giggled for a moment.

"So, what do we do now?" Get naked? and have sex?

"Have sex?" I grinned, Denise rolled her eyes at me and smiled.

"No silly, but later, we need to pick up this house and get the grill ready, and outside." Oh right.

"Good thinking." Denise went over to the fridge, took out the wine bottle and I took the cork off, and we both drained the bottle, I put the bottle in the bin, under the sink, Denise and I kissed.

"Thank you." Denise hugged me softly, because of the babies, by the way, they were kicking too.

"You are welcome, why don't you sit down, I can take care of the rest, you have 3 more months." Denise thought to herself, and I helped her sit down on the couch, I gave her a cup of tea.

"Thanks Jamie." I smiled, I like it when she calls me that, I sat down for a moment to talk to the babies, I bent down to kiss Denise's stomach, the kids just kicked my hand.

"Hey babies, I'm sorry about earlier, daddy needs a time out, I know you may not know what life is now, but you are loved, you all don't even know how much I love you all, until you get here, and besides, mommy is keeping you save, I hope you all will understand better, as you grow up, daddy will be old and gray and mommy will, uh well, you know your mommy will always be sexy and hot to daddy." Denise hit me. Ouch woman, that wasn't necessary. ha!

"Hey, stop that, not in front of the kids." But they aren't, okay never mind.

"Okay, but after they are all born, I want my wife back." I planted a kiss on Denise's lips.

"I know and I'm sorry." Denise smirked up at me.

"For what?" I took her hand in mine and kissed it.

"Looking like a beach whale." I smirked, don't laugh! You uh, well uh, James shut it!

"You are beautiful honey." That's better, I kissed Denise for the last time, and I went around the house and cleaned every damn room, who says, husbands don't do shit? I do!