Real Love

The Lunch Date (Phana)

"Oh for the love of god daddy. What do you want now?" Yo says angrily.

"Oh that's a fine way to greet your father." His dad responds.

"Well my father is on my poop list so he should be grateful that I'm greeting him at all." Yo says with a sassy attitude.

"Why are you here? And how did you get in?" He asks.

His father holds up a key.

"Do you have a key to everywhere we live?" He asks.

"Yes I do. I know great locksmiths who were willing to make keys for me." His dad responds with a creepy smile.

"Oh no. That is not going to happen. We are going to put new locks on the doors and you will not get copies unless you never want to see me again." He yells.

His father stands ignoring his son's outburst.  That would never work for me.  My Yo is tenacious and doesn't let things drop easily.

"Are you trying to make me mad?" He asks narrowing his eyes at his father.

"On the contrary, the requested chair." His father says as he gestures to the chair he was sitting in.

It's my chair. He brought my chair back. I'm so excited that it's here but at the same time still irritated that it was taken.

"What? No thanks." He asks.

"Thank you for bringing back my stolen property." I say with a wai.

He smirks as he heads to the door letting me know he gets my true meaning. As he passes by Yo holds out his hand demanding the key, which he hands over. Yo shakes his hand again and his father relinquishes the second key.

"Good daddy. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He says curtly.

"I know." His father replies kissing Yo's forehead as he leaves.

"P'Pha. I'm so sorry, but at least we got your chair back." He says turning to me quickly.

"I'm not mad at you and I don't hold you responsible at all." I console.

"Are you sure? It's my fault because daddy is overbearing and doesn't understand boundaries and all that." He says.

"No baby. I don't blame you."

"I guess the mood is ruined huh?"

"Why? I'm always ready to have you." I tell him biting my bottom lip.

I pull him to me and kiss him feverishly.

"P'Pha. Lock the door."

Right. We don't need any more surprises. I go lock the door then scoop up my husband and carry him to our bedroom. I toss him on the bed and rekindle the excitement we had earlier. I have surgery tomorrow so I'll have to settle for one round tonight.

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The damn alarm is blaring and I swear once I find it I'm going to kill it. Last night ended up being more than one session thanks to a particularly horny husband. Every time I fell into a deep sleep he would wake me up. How could I deny him? It's just not humanly possible which leaves me in my current state of exhaustion.

I haven't felt this sleep deprived since I was a resident.

I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. A brisk shower is required because my system needs to be shocked. I come out and find my sweet husband fast asleep. I have a strong desire to grab a bowl of ice cold water and dump it on him but I fight that impulse. Why? Because Yo is mean and will get me back.