Greek-American Beauty (Full House Fanfic)

Chapter 92 - Sick Secrets

It was Orthodox Easter, and we'd just attended the Easter Sunday Liturgical Mass at the Sts Constantine and Helena Greek Orthodox Church. Frida was a little frisky, and while we were crossing the street, she ran.

"Frida you are not to run across the street again, do you understand me?" I told her.

Irene, my mother-in-law, loved my Koulourakia, which are Greek biscuits traditionally cooked around the Easter period. I had a plate full of them, which I brought to the church, and I gave the rest of them to Irene. She came up to congratulate me on my top 10 hit in Greece with my song "Windows Of The World", which was released the previous year along with my album "Real".

"Agapi mou, you shouldn't have!" Said Irene, who was delighted to have a plate full of my freshly baked goodies. "Efharisto poli!" (that means 'thank you'.)

I truly hit the mother-in-law jackpot with Irene! She wasn't mean or snarky, she was really a kind woman, and we grew to love each other. In fact, I still remember when Jesse and I first started being in a relationship, how she and my godparents were keen for us to marry as we made such a great couple! In fact, if arranged marriages were still a thing in the west, I have little doubt they would've promised us to each other for marriage!

But anyway, her demeanor turned serious. She told Jesse that his father was dying in the hospital and that he'd requested to see him one last time.

"But I don't want you to go if you don't want to. It's completely up to you." She said. Jesse hadn't seen his father since he was 10, because his father went to prison. So it had been more than 20 years already. We never talked about it, but today he wanted me to accompany him. He looked nervous, so I wanted to be there for him.

Vasilios and Anastacia watched our girls for the afternoon as they wanted to continue playing with their cousins!

So I took my church head covering as I got into the car, and we drove to the hospital where his father was at. He sat by his father while I stood back to give them some space. I saw what I thought was a tender moment when he kissed his father on the forehead, but then his father tried to forcibly kiss him on the mouth!

When I realized what was going on, I yelled "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" and we ran out of the hospital room together, to the car and sat in the back seat so we could hold each other tight.

"My father molested me, Olia." Jesse sobbed into my shoulder.

"I figured." I whispered as a tear streamed down my cheek. Jesse looked up at me stunned.

"How?" He asked.

"Because it happened to me too." I told him.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" He said, as he held me.

In our 13 years of marriage, this was the first time we ever knew about the other being molested. Before that day, neither of us felt the need to tell the other, because God healed us both long before this. But after knowing I saw the whole thing, Jesse felt the urge to get it all off his chest.

"That sick bastard would come into my room every night from when I was 8 to 10 years old." He said. "Dad would touch me inappropriately, kiss me for longer periods on the mouth. 'He loves you', he'd say. 'Daddy loves you'. All while doing those things to me."

He went on to explain that his mother caught him in the act in the shower when Jesse was 10, and he was subsequently arrested. Like me, Jesse also had therapy, and God healed him too as well as me. I mean, we had no reason to think it happened to the other because we had a beautiful sex life that was nothing short of amazing!

I couldn't help but tell him about what happened to me too, so that he wouldn't feel alone. He felt awful for me too. But that said, we were still grateful that we had our loving, caring family members, friends, and most importantly God, who got us through this.

We then went home and I prepared some pastitsio for dinner. Pastitsio is a Greek pasta dish, one of my personal favorites. Kind of like a Greek lasagna, so to speak.

"Can't wait to dig into that!" Said Jesse. We got the girls ready for dinner too, seating Sonia up in her high chair.

In our bedroom, as well as in the corner of the kitchen/dining area, we had a "station" of icons, that either we bought or were given to us. I put on my slip to get ready for bed, then I walked over to the icons, praying to Jesus, Mary, my patron saint St Olivia, etc. I did the sign of the cross multiple times, praying the way my maternal Yiayia prayed.

I then walked over to my bed and kept the bedside lamp on, to watch some music videos by ABBA TV performances. As I watched them sing "Waterloo", it brought back some nostalgic memories. Waterloo was my very first ABBA record, and this year it was especially sentimental because it had now been 20 years since I first heard them. 11 years old, getting the record for my 11th birthday, and it's what soothed me at night in the weeks after my mother died. But I remember 1974 as the year I discovered the beautiful, untoppable music of ABBA. I don't want  to remember it as the year of my mother's passing, and she wouldn't have wanted that either. I make her legacy a happy one, so I instead celebrate her life, while knowing I will see her again one day.

As I was listening 'Andante Andante' on our stereo, the song to which we'd had our first dance as husband and wife on our wedding day, Jesse came into our room, shirtless. He climbed onto the bed next to me, running his lips across my neck, kissing it, making me moan because he was giving me the tingles.

I reached for the remote to turn off the TV, swiftly putting it back on my nightstand before turning to kiss him. I lay back as he climbed over me, sitting up briefly to undress me. I helped him with his pants, before he slipped into me.

I felt his hand caress my face before tracing my lips with his finger. I tilted my head back as he lightly ran his finger down my neck, onto my chest and the valley between my breasts. He felt the softness of my breasts, contrasted with the hardness of my nipples before wrapping his arms around my slender waist.

He thrust into me, pleasuring me intensely. I caressed my Jesse's body as he ardently made love to me. His arms were still wrapped around me tight, as he passionately kissed me. His kisses then became gentler as he nuzzled me between kisses, when all of a sudden, I felt my body tighten up involuntarily as I orgasmed, with huge shockwaves of pleasure rushing through my body. As I lay there afterwards, blissfully exhausted and still holding him close to me, Jesse dug his face into my neck as he loudly cried out his release.

I then rest on top of him, feeling his manly, yet gentle fingers caress my hair and my back. I remember in that moment, I was so happy that despite what happened to us when we were children, we were still able to have an amazing sex life.