We are Forever (Book 6 in Nemi Forever Series)

Chapter 27

Nick

I'm not saying I was wrong for taking Jerry to a gun range. I do want him to be safe if he ever comes across a gun. I will admit that I probably should have talked to Demi about it first. I sat on the bed in the guest room, leaning on the headboard, thinking about what I needed to do to make this better. I wasn't letting us go to bed angry, that was for sure. After about fifteen minutes of thinking, I took a deep breath & headed back to my bedroom.

I opened our bedroom door, slowly & saw Demi leaning on the headboard, knees up, glasses on, typing away on her laptop. I know she heard me, but she ignored me. I sat on my side of the bed & sighed. "I'm sorry." I said as I turned toward her. "You were right to be mad. I should have talked to you before I took Jerry to the gun range."

Demi's gaze, slowly, came up to look at me over the rim of her glasses. "You think that's why I'm mad? Because you didn't discuss it with me first?"

I shrugged, trying to keep my face expressionless so I wouldn't piss her off. "Maybe."

Demi put her legs down & moved her laptop to the bed. "I would not have been okay with it even if you had talked to me first."

I bit my bottom lip. "Okay. So for.. like... ever or for a few years?"

Demi sighed & took off her glasses, tossing them on the bed. "I don't like guns, Nick."

I smirked. "You like my guns." I got the stink eye in response to that, so I cleared my throat. "Sorry." I took a cleansing breath before I made my point again. "Listen, I know you don't like guns, but that doesn't mean our son won't like them one day or our daughter for that matter. I'm a firm believer of teaching responsibility at an early age."

Demi turned to face me, crossing her legs in front of her. I knew by the look on her face she was about to try to put me in my place. Her lips were pursed into a determined pout, her eyes twinkled with confidence & her one eyebrow went up in cocky way. "Okay, Daddy. You think we should teach our children about responsibility at an early age. Okay, I can do that. I'm going to have a talk with Mercy about the importance of birth control." She said it with a straight face, so I couldn't help but to laugh. "Not right now, but maybe when she's like 8."

"Eight? That's a little young for that."

Demi wrinkled her brow & shook her head. "No it isn't. If Jerry can learn about guns at three, then she can learn about birth control at 8. And I think I'll start teaching her about being responsible with her body now. How to dress & put on makeup & kissing boys....."

I rolled my eyes, smiling at my adorable wife as she tried desperately to make a point. "You know that isn't the same. Guns are dangerous if you don't know how to use them or what they are supposed to be used for."

Demi clicked her tongue as if what I said was ridiculous. "Having unprotected sex is dangerous."

I laughed out loud. "Wow, you're reaching right now."

"I will teach her to be safe.... and never rely on birth control."

"I really don't want to talk about teaching Mercy about safe sex when she isn't even four." I sighed, now a little annoyed.

Demi let out an arrogant chuckle. "Yea, it sucks don't it? Same reason I don't want to think about my baby playing with guns."

I took another deep breath, not really wanting to argue about this anymore. "How about a compromise?"

Demi narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward on her knees. "I'm listening."

"You stick to the girl stuff & I'll stick to the boy stuff." I said, in a cocky tone. "And we'll just trust each other."

Demi sat up straight. "Could you sound any more chauvinistic right now?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "It's just easier. I'm not being chauvinistic."

Demi's head fell back as she laughed, loudly. "Oh no? Well then prove it."

"How?" I smirked, shrugging my shoulders.

Her finger came up to tap her chin, lightly. "Let's do a date night next weekend. Saturday night." I wrinkled my forehead in confusion & Demi rolled her eyes. "You take Mercy out to wherever she wants to go, which will probably be some place girly & I'll take Jerry to do whatever he wants."

"Even if he wants to go to the gun range?" I asked with a smile on my face.

Demi nodded, looking pleased with herself. "Wherever he wants to go."

"Okay. Let's do it." I replied.

"Sounds fun. We'll ask them about it in the next day or so." Demi said before she moved her stuff, then laid on her back, pulling the blankets up to cover her chest. "I'm tired. Good night. I love you." She smiled at me.

I laid on my side facing her, letting a loud sigh come out. "I love you, too. Good night." I watched her as she stared into my eyes for a moment. "Am I allowed to have a kiss?"

Demi turned to face me, her lips in a flat line. "Why wouldn't you be allowed to kiss me?"

"You wanted me to sleep in another room or on the couch."

"You don't have to. I've forgiven you." Demi's eyebrows came together. "Unless you can't sleep in here if we don't make love."

I knew that was coming at some point. Another deep breath & another roll of the eyes. "It will be tough, but I think I can manage."

"You're frustrated aren't you?" Demi asked with her face showing a little sympathy.

I gave her a smile, then leaned toward her so our faces were only a few inches apart. "I am frustrated because my wife is unbelievably hot & I want to make love to her, but I will be happy with just a kiss." My lips touched hers, briefly, not wanting to get myself too excited.

"It's only until I am no longer at risk for a miscarriage." Demi pouted.

"Which is when?"

"At about 16 weeks."

"You're twelve weeks now, so I have a month more to go." I said, trying to sound like I was fine with that. "Then, you'll probably be afraid that something will happen like before. I think I'll finally get to have sex with you after the baby is born." I let out a breathy chuckle as I watched Demi bite her lip, her chin trembling, slightly, as she closed her eyes. Instantly, I put my arm around her waist & pulled us, so we were closer. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry for saying that." I kissed her forehead.

"I"m sorry, Nick. I am trying to not be so freaked out, but I can't help it. I'm so scared. If we made love & I lost the baby after, I'd never be the same. I don't think I'd survive that & if I did, I don't think our marriage would." Demi cried.

I held her close, kissing her head again. I let her sob against my chest for several minutes before I took a deep breath & spoke. "We don't need to make love, sweetie. I think I can survive. I have other ways of..." I cleared my throat. "taking care of my needs."

Demi lifted her head off my chest. " I know, but you should be able to make love to your wife. I know it's not fair to you & I am going to try to work on it in therapy." Demi wiped, frantically, at her tears.

"Don't worry about me. All I care about is you & our baby being healthy." I gave her a smile, kissed her lips, then tightened my grip around her. She laid her head back down on my chest & I heard her sigh as her crying stopped. Eventually, her breathing changed & I knew she was sleeping. I was having a hard time falling asleep, because I couldn't stop thinking about not having sex for six or seven more months. I'm sure that some would call me selfish, but I'm a guy. We enjoy sex. I enjoy having sex with my wife. It's one of my favorite things to do in the whole world. I imagined all the other things we could do, but in every scenario, I ended up thinking about the actual intercourse & I'd get frustrated. I fell asleep, at some point, to dream of... what else? Sex.