My Accident (Nanowrimo2018)

Chapter 13

She knew Michael was home, and she heard him lock the door. He said, "babe, I know you got out of the bed. Come here please." Katrina said, "aww man, I was hoping you wouldn't notice." "I can smell the pine sol from you mopping the floors." "I should of thought about that. I just wanted to do something normal. I don't like being stuck in the bed." "I know you don't. I just want you to get better and be I just want you to get better and be stronger." Katrina laughed at him. She knew how strong she was. She knew it didn't matter if she was sick or not. She understood what he meant though. She just needed to stop arguing with him and listen. Katrina said, "fine I'm going to go lay down." Katrina gave him a kiss and went to the room. Michael followed right behind her.

"I know you don't feel at ease about it, but I know after you feel better, you will be alright. You don't have to work yourself to death. I don't want you being like that. I don't want you resenting me either. Trust me I don't want a marriage like that. I love you and I care about your well-being. That's all." "I understand. I'm just going to have to get used to it. I know I got to get myself to stay on top of things. I also need to take care of myself too." "Exactly, at the same time you still have to let me do the same. I know you have started doing so. It's a process and I know we can do it together." Katrina smiled and sat down on the bed. Michael said, "come on and lay down. I will grab you your laptop and you can work on that new story of yours." Katrina made a face. He said, "do you really think I don't know when you are writing and when you aren't? Baby, I pay attention to everything you do."

"It would explain how you knew to put the Vicks on my chest and grab the washcloth. I just didn't think you would do it since you are a doctor." "I may be a doctor yes, but if it's a common cold I know my wife is strong enough and smart enough to know what to do." "Thank you." "You're welcome." He turned and went to her writing room. He grabbed her laptop off the desk and went back to their room. Katrina was already snuggled up, dozing off. Michael sat her laptop on the dresser and went by her bedside. He said, "sleep well my everything." He gave her a kiss on the forehead. He went in the bathroom and took a shower. When he was changed, he went in the kitchen and found soup was already in the refrigerator. He thought out loud. "that's my wife." He grabbed the pot and took out a bowl.

He made himself something to eat and put the food away. He ate and went to check on Katrina. After that, he got out his clothes for the next day. While he was putting his stuff in his drawer, he found Katrina's bucket list. She had certain things crossed off and there was other things still left. Michael looked over at her and started thinking. He figured she had put it in the wrong drawer. He made a copy of the list and put her copy on his side. He took his copy and put it in his coat pocket. He was going to find a way for them to get everything on the list done. He knew she could be adventurous when she wanted to be. He knew she was going to ask him about it sooner or later. He just didn't expect for her to want to do those things. He knew she had to think about it, but since she never mentioned he was taken aback. Yet, he came out of his own head, and got back to his task at hand.

When he was done, he ironed his clothes and hung them up on the closet door. He went in the bathroom and washed his face. He came out and laid down himself. In the middle of the night, Katrina got up. She had a headache and saw Michael beside her. She opened her drawer and took out an Excedrin. She took two pills out and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a cup of water and took the medicine. As she went back to the room, Michael was up. He said, "are you alright?" "Yes, I just got a headache. I just took two Excedrin. I should be fine." "Where did you get Excedrin?" "I bought some a while ago. I took the Tylenol you gave me, and it helped so, I didn't mention it." Michael had a smirk on his face. "It seems you always know best. Maybe you should have been the doctor." "Very funny. You know I couldn't handle all that blood."

"I know you can't. I'm just joking." Katrina sat down on the bed and they laid down. Michael turned on the TV. They decided to watch a movie. They started watching Gerald's Game. While they were watching the movie, Katrina was laying on his chest. Michael had his arm wrapped around her. Katrina was happy to sit like this. She knew they were both off the next day too. It made her feel good. Michael decided to stick his hand in her pants. He had his hand right on her pussy. Katrina was starting to feel unwound. She said, "Michael move your hand." "No, why?" "You are going to wake her up." "Oh okay." Katrina shook her head and looked back at the movie. She knew Michael didn't care because she belonged to him. He took his fingers and stuck it in. He started going in and out slowly and Katrina knew she was going to come. She said, "come on babe. You're going to have me going."

"Good. She belongs to me and so do you." Katrina started laughing. As they were watching the movie, Michael started kissing her neck. Katrina turned her body and they started kissing. They got up and Michael pulled her pants down and began eating her out. Katrina was moaning while she was looking at the movie. She said, "babe, why you do you got to do it now?" "This movie is making me want you more right now," He explained. Katrina said, "okay I can see your point." They went at it for three rounds. When they got done on the fourth round, Michael went back to eating her out. He said, "baby, you taste so good. I love it and I love you." "I love you too. You make me happy." The more he went, the more Katrina came. Katrina's senses were just going. She could really feel and go with it. Michael kept saying, "Give it to me baby."

The more they went, the more she came. Michael was enjoying it. He kept saying, "give me that cum." Katrina was constantly Cumming and she couldn't get herself to stop. She felt like she was under a spell. Katrina and Michael had overdone it and Katrina could tell. Her body felt like it was on fire. Michael could tell she was stirring. She said, "baby, we overdone it again." Michael said, "I'm going to take it slow." They went for one last round. When they got done, they watched the ending of the movie. Katrina said, "babe, you are always distracting me. I don't know how I allow it." "It's because you want it just as much as I do. You love my horny side. You like how I feel when I go deep." Katrina couldn't help but laugh. She knew he was right. Michael gave her a kiss on the forehead. He said, "baby, we are perfect for each other."

They kissed a few more times and told each other good night. When they got up again, it was 10am. They looked like they had some rough sex. Katrina's hair was sticking all up. Michael looked like he had gotten drunk and then smashed a woman. Katrina laughed when she looked at him. She liked seeing his hair the way it was. She liked knowing she was the cause of it. She knew playing in his hair and enjoying the pleasure he gave her was a combination of that hair. She knew his sleeping was only ½ of why he looked like that. They took showers and got dressed for the day. Katrina checked her temperature and it had dropped down to 100 degrees. She wasn't happy about it, but she was glad she was starting to feel better. Michael kept trying to make her stay in the bed. She was going to fight him until she couldn't anymore.

After an hour, Katrina gave up. She knew it was a losing battle. She knew Michael was relentless and he didn't care. By this time, Michael had her pinned on the bed, trying to get her to take some tea. She kept refusing. Michael said, "fine, if you don't take this medicine, you have to quit your job." Katrina's jaw dropped. Katrina couldn't believe he just said that. He knew he had to take something she truly cared for to force her. He knew he couldn't use himself because he knew she would think he was cheating. He knew he couldn't use her writing because she would cut off his livelihood. He went for the next best thing. Katrina said, "fine I will drink it. I'm not going to like it though." "I know. Its just going to make you talk better." The more she talked, the more her voice cracked. He didn't like it when she wouldn't talk. She was unruly then and it felt like she was giving him the silent treatment.