Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

Part four- Aaron forces Juliette to go to the dentist

(Same characters/storyline as the last part)

Juliette's POV
A week after my checkup my husband Aaron Warner gave me and my daughter, I have started to develop this annoying toothache in my mouth. It hurts anytime I eat anything sweet or bite down on something hard or even kissing my husband at times. Somehow, miraculously, my husband hasn't caught on. It's getting unbearable the further the days go on. That is, until my husband tried to floss my teeth when he saw I had a piece of food in it from my dinner. My husband stared at me and motioned me over and I answered, "Yes?" He said, tilting my chin up at him, "You have a piece of your dinner stuck in your teeth, let me help you with that, love. Come to the bathroom." I almost panicked and said, "There's no need for that, babe. I can get it myself." My husband had just stared at me and replied, "Juliette, I haven't seen you floss your teeth correctly in the past ten years we've been married." I scowled then, "Aaron!" He had laughed at me and has said, "Fine then. Prove yourself." I had rolled my eyes at him grabbing the floss and carefully picking it out cautiously avoiding the tooth giving me discomfort. When I'm done, I threw the pick away asking him, "Happy?" He had shook his head no. But I think that's when he started getting suspicious.
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Aaron's POV
I remember when I gave Leila and Juliette their checkups a week ago how scared they both were but how Juliette was more terrified by the dentist than the doctors. Of course it made since whenever I spoke anything to do with her teeth. I needed to find a way to convince her to let me take her to my office. But I'm pretty sure she's hiding something from me. I've noticed she avoids kissing me recently too. I will ask her tonight. If she doesn't cooperate, I may have to force her to come to my office with me.
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Juliette's POV
I crawl into mine and my husbands bed earlier tonight because my tooth was giving me extra pain tonight and I didn't have the energy tonight. As soon as I was about to close my eyes, my husband appears in our bedroom and shuts the door and crawls over to me on my side of the bed, saying, "We need to talk." I ask, nervously, "About?" My husband gives me a look. Then he explains, "You know how I can feel your emotions sometimes right?" I nod slowly shaking my head. His face leans closer as he says, "Your emotions are all over the place. You are feeling nervous and anxious. Care to explain, Mrs. Warner?" I can't say a word. Aaron says, "Its written all over your face that you are hiding something, love." I interrupt him, "I am n-" Now he interrupts me, "I need you to come to my office." I grip the bedsheets tighter, "No." My husband replies, "You don't have a choice. You are coming with me whether you like it or not." I accuse him, "You can't just force me to go-" I feel my body being moved into the air and I come to the sudden realization that I am being picked up. I yell, "Put me DOWN, Aaron. Aaron Warner. Put me down. Right now." My husband doesn't move a muscle at my loud statement. I kick and scream at him somehow I manage to pull away from his arms but he reels me back by the waist, hauling me over his shoulder. I say, yelling out the whole cursing alphabet. I shout, "Stop it!" My husband says, "Cursing and shouting at me won't do any good, love. I know you don't want to go but you are acting like a five year old right now." I gasp, offended. I have an excellent view of his rear from here but I am mad at him right now. Finally, he puts me down on the floor careful to not make me fall in the office in our home. My husband quickly locks the office door so I don't try to leave. I glance at the horrid dentist chair. My whole body shivers just looking at it. I shout at my husband accusing him, "Why would you bring me here. I am scared, Aaron. Please take me away-" He kneels beside me, "I already know you're scared, love. But everyone has to do things in life that scare us." I stay quiet. Aaron picks me up, "I'm going to put you in the chair now please don't fuss." I struggle against my husband with all my might. His strong arms somehow manage to get me in the chair. I am tempted to sprint out of the chair and hide but I know it won't do me any good. I still struggle against his arm holding me in place so I don't run away from the chair. I yell and kick. My husband says, grabbing something from beside him, "You aren't letting me do what I need to do, love. So you give me no choice other than to use this." He reveals what was beside him which is velcro restraints. This makes me panic more. My husband easily place them around both of arms gently and puts my arms against the arm rest, now I was stuck in the chair. I want to cry. I am trapped. Aaron can feel my strong emotions because he says, "Don't cry, baby. Just let me do this checkup and then we can go to bed alright?" I start to cry and sniffle. My husband suggests, "Or, you can tell me what the problem is and I can get this done a lot faster and help you." I don't do either. Aaron says as he watches me cry, my mouth open as I cry. He takes this moment to place something in my mouth. I am wanting to say something but I can't. I can't talk. Tears fall down my face. My husband says, sensing my confusion and sadness, "It's a mouth prop, love. It makes it easier for me to access your mouth and so you can't keep me from doing this checkup. I'm sorry." I change my mind quickly, I tap his leg with my leg, I think he realizes. He says, "You want to tell me the problem now? Are you sure?" I shake my head yes. I feel the mouth prop escape my mouth. I move my jaw around a bit before saying, "That really hurt my mouth, Aaron." He says, "I'm sorry, love. You were fighting me way too much." My husband gives me a concerned questionable glance, "So what's wrong love?" I rub my mouth then say, "Can you promise not to be mad with me or use the mouth prop on me again if I tell you?" He answers, "I can't promise you I won't use the prop again it depends on if you try fighting me again. And I won't be mad, love. I'll only be mad if you keep trying to fight me." I hesitate momentarily but then I say, " I've had a toothache for a little while about a week. It hurts when I chew sometimes or when I eat something sweet or-" I pause the continue, "when I kiss." My husband sighs, "Ahh. That's why you've kissed me less this week. And baby, I know you are scared but you should have told me." I say, "I know but I knew if I told you I was scared you'd take me to your office." Aaron says, "Well thank you for finally telling me the problem. I hope there's no serious damage." This sentence scares me worse. My husband quickly noticed the panicked expression on my face and says, "But even if there is I'll fix it, love. Don't worry. You are in the best hands. I love you and I'm not going to hurt you."