The Wasp's Wife

The Aftermath

"Coffee?" I asked Zoey, flipping over her pancake which was chocked full of protein powder this morning.

There was quite the bruise formed on her backside and there was the tiniest of skin tears right below her right cheek, I was pushing protein to help heal it as quick as possible. After a couple of hours of softly crying and whimpering she finally exhausted herself to sleep. I was hoping she would speak to me and detail what exactly she was thinking and feeling, but that didn't happen. She's said maybe 10 words tops to me this morning.

"Yes please." She replied, shifting her weight to the right hip, discomfort screaming loud across her features.

I finished pouring her coffee in her mug and served it up to her along with her protein pancakes, a couple sausages and some fresh fruit. There was not a single thing I wouldn't do for that girl today. She had gone through the ringer. I could tell there was something more to her silence, but I wasn't going to pressure her to tell me at the moment. She needed to be ready on her own time. I had insisted upon putting more healing cream on her bottom this morning, but she was so agitated and short tempered. She wanted nothing to do with it and neither the loving husband or the commanding dominant could convince her otherwise.

"Good morning, folks." Ricky cheered, walking into the kitchen in his pajamas. "How are you doing babes?" He asked Zoey.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"When Ryan was done you were all gone. Guess the show wasn't that exciting." She mused, cutting her pancakes.

"You were struggling, hun. Didn't want to add insult to injury. You didn't need more eyes on you." Ricky replied, getting himself a cup of coffee.

"I'm glad you know what I need Ricky, thanks" she growled, stabbing a fork in her pancakes.

He shot me a look that said "what the fuck". We'd all seen Zoey a little cranky or temperamental but never this legitimately pissy.

I shrugged my shoulders, I wasn't sure what was going on with her. Obviously she was in pain, a blind man could see that. Early this morning I had already made the decision to put the dynamic at rest for the day, we clearly needed a reset. I wanted her to just tell me what was wrong, but she was far from having a decent conversation with me. I started sucking down my coffee and kept my eyes on her and she fumbled around with her food, pushing it all over her plate and doing anything but putting it in her mouth.

"I thought we had a good turn out, most of our connections came through. A few new faces, which means we're doing something right." Ryan mused.

"Oh fuck!" Ghost exclaimed, jumping as he turned the corner and saw our trio in the kitchen. We had been so quiet I'm sure he thought he was walking into an empty room.

"Good lord, you holding a memorial? It's never been this quiet with you two in a room." Ryan said.

Zoey groaned and pushed her plate across the table, looking like she really wanted to grab it and chuck it at the wall...or Ryan's face.

"Ghost, was I not entertaining enough for you to watch last night?" Zoey asked him, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Oh fuck me. Ghost looked between Zoey and I, looking to me to figure out how to answer her. Unfortunately I didn't have the answer. Something was wrong and it was evident in the air.

"Ok, do you want to go and talk about what's going on with you? Away from everyone else? Or are you just going to keep making comments like that all day? I know you're in pain, you won't let me do anything for you, you won't eat, you're apparently pissed that they didn't stay to watch Ryan spank you. I'm fucking confused, Zo. Help me out." I pleaded.