Chapter 22: How you Felt

POV: Gabby / Zac

Word Count: 3266

May 28, 2009; Thursday

Our plan was to have Sierra come over this week and help us finish the packing, that worked well for three hours Monday until she was called by the job she took. They changed her schedule completely and she wasn’t available anymore. Likewise, no one else was really available beyond a few hours and then Marello had us come over all day Tuesday and Wednesday to make sure everything was on track.

Thankfully we did because the bedroom blue was entirely too dark and the hallway had been painted yellow. There apparently was miscommunication. Zac also did an inspection and picked up on little things. But that meant no packing got done. Marello promised us that Saturday by five everything would be done but the yard. Which we were fine to wait on until we were in, Zac mentioned the truck could come right up to the porch that way. Less fighting with larger items.

I’d gathered boxes and while he couldn’t do much, he was going to have to do more than I planned. The early morning was spent changing bandages, fixing breakfast, and him making calls to Marello to make sure things were okay.

“So, what are we doing?” he asked.

“Packing.”

“What are we packing?”

“Everything, the guys are coming the 31 st to move everything we own, so we have to have it ready. I’ve done a lot of the kitchen, but I’ve not touched your clothes, the bathrooms, most of the storage room, or the patio.”

He laid his head back. “How about we pick out clothes for a week, put them in a suitcase and that way we can pack everything else up? We’ll leave a few towels and absolute requirements out.”

“Okay.”

We started with that, using the two large suitcases I picked out the larger of my shorts, shirts and other clothes. While he picked out comfortable clothes as well. We chose what we had to have in the bathroom and all of that was placed on the bed. I chose the patio first because that was all him.

“It’s just extra stuff but I haven’t used anything out here.”

“Donate it all?”

“Yeah. The bike goes with us though, but the rest of the items can just be donated to goodwill or whoever.”

It still had to be packed up, which didn’t take long. Apparently the furniture here wasn’t even his, so we just sat it aside. The boxes were left here though, they were too heavy for either of us but I did put in bold letters it was donation items.

We moved to the kitchen because all of the items were here when I came, so I didn’t know if there was anything he felt he had to keep. Yet, as I watched him move carefully looking at pans, platters, and other items my eyes were drawn to that perfect ass. I could still remember the apron idea, the way I got to appreciate him in all his nakedness.

“Gabby? Hello?”

“Huh?”

“I know you like staring at my ass but come on, you know I can’t do anything.”

“I’m fully aware of that, doesn’t mean I can’t look.”

“I’ve sat what I’d like to keep for sure out on the counter. The platter was my grandmother’s, the large boiler actually goes back to my parents, Mom’s asked me like a dozen times where it was.”

“What about the rest?”

“We bought new dishes, new silverware. The pots and pans were given to me, so if you want to really invest in a good set then let’s do that.”

“Works for me. We’ll need these for a bit.”

“Naa, we can go Saturday and get them, we should be done by then.”

I kept out limited pans, leaving that box open so I can pack them Saturday night. Then we moved on to basically packing anything and everything we could and even removing items from the cabinets so we could clean them. While he moved on to packing up the movies, video games, and anything we could I cleaned the kitchen well. Including the fridge and dish washer which remained along with the stove.

Yet, I could see him moving and fuck I really wished he could do more. Wait, is this how he’d felt? Twice I zoned out watching him and he had to get louder to get my attention.

“This is not like you.”

“Hey, I blame the hormones.”

“Truth, could be that. Are we telling people soon?”

“I think July 4 th. Everyone will be there, Sarah is going to do a party for Stephanie that day too. So, it’s like a combination celebration and birthday.”

“Yeah, Mom let me know too. I think that would be a good time for everyone else, what about friends though? I know that Abby is getting suspicious.”

“Well, I was thinking maybe that Sunday do something with Abby, Sierra, and Heather and tell them then. I can tell you now, Abby is going to lay claim to the baby shower.”

“Why do you think she will?”

“I just feel like between those three, Abby is more likely to want too. Which, I guess is fine.”

“Did you want someone else to do it?”

“Well, I considered asking your mom to do one, but she’s been helping with church projects and stuff. I guess if Abby wants too, I’ll have her make sure your mom doesn’t want too. They’ve been like elated for weeks.”

“The first grandson.”

I rolled my eyes, he was dead set this baby was a boy. I would bet against him but well, he had a high chance of being right considering he swore he saw a penis.

“You still stuck on Elijah?”

“Unless you have better.”

“I like other guys names you know, there is junior too. First boy, he could be a junior.”

“No. I don’t like the concept of big Zac and little Zac unless you refer to my lower regions.”

“Did you just name your dick little Zac?”

He paused placing the games in the box. “I guess I did.”

“Wow. Here I thought only Andrew did that.”

That definitely caught his attention. “How would you know if he does or not?”

“He calls his dick Sparky, Abigail told me. She also said he was damn good in bed.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“Nothing, because she didn’t ask.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Well, when it comes to the women we all know, I’m clearly the more experienced one. Our little game at the house before dinner was very telling.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Not really, but Isaac may get that threesome he mentioned a couple of times and well, Heather and Sierra both are open.”

“I’m going to end this conversation before my brain ventures in the wrong direction, clearly yours is already there.”

I just smiled and he kept packing and I kept cleaning, I was almost done though, the fridge was bad around the edges.

“Hey Gabs, why is there a CD here with Kitten on the front? It’s just kind of mixed in.”

It took me a split second to remember what it was, what was on it, and why it was there. I quickly walked over and plucked the CD from his hand.

“You don’t need to see that yet.”

“What is it? Why is here?”

“I put it there when Lucas dropped by when Sierra was here. Uh, it’s pictures.”

“Gabriella.”

“You really don’t need to see them yet.”

I took the CD to the bedroom and put it in my suitcase and returned, clearly he didn’t seem pleased with the answers but with him unable to do anything and well, I didn’t need to add to it. I finished the kitchen and he finished up the TV area, leaving the boxes sitting against the wall, labeled.

“Anything else in here?”

“Not really.”

“I need to lay down for a bit.”

“I should probably break with you, bed or couch?”

“Bed.”

He carefully got up and after checking the area he laid down.

“So, what’s left to pack?”

“In here.”

He looked around. “The dressers going?”

“Well, we talked about a new bedroom suit, but we don’t have time right now to do that. I say we keep them, worse case is that once we get a new set then we can move this set into the guest suite downstairs, the darker wood wouldn’t affect the lavender.”

“Okay, so instead of packing up everything in the drawers, can we move it with the drawers?”

“Maybe, I’ve moved a dresser by removing the drawers and just stacking them. So, if they can’t lift it safely with them we can remove them.”

“So, the big question…you seem to be okay with all of this. No breakdowns, no moments where you look like you’re going to cry. How are you feeling about this move?”

That was a good question. “Well, I definitely see your point in this place being too small. It’s perfect for you and I, but now that it won’t be just us then I see why you wanted too. I think that the super scary moment was signing the papers. I was dizzy, but that wasn’t the sole reason. I think being able to really design it, have it the way we want has helped.”

“See, I was right. It’s home here, but that’s home forever.”

Forever sounded nice to me.

“So, what’s on that disc?”

“Zachary.”

“Not going to skimp on this, what is on the disc? It’s your nickname from Sierra, she had to have brought it.”

“She brought it the Saturday you were shot, Lucas showed up so I quickly stuffed it in between the ones on the counter. I didn’t want him to ask what was on it.”

“Okay, so what is on it?”

“She brought me the pictures of her and I.”

“Pictures like the ones at the drum set?”

“No. Pictures that no one else can see, they’re the ones Newton took and some she took.”

“I want to see them.”

“I know you do, but come on Zac. Do you really think either of us seeing those is going to end well?”

“But I’ve been dying to see them since you told me about them.”

“Yes, and I’ve wanted to shove back on the floor all day, let’s not make that worse. You can’t be told no activity when you go back. Taylor and Isaac will kill us both.”

“You do realize we could do things that aren’t just sex, right?”

“I do but for me you can’t, you can’t lay down and I can’t do a 69 because I’ll be laying on your abdomen.”

“You should give me more credit than that. I want to see them.”

Seeing as he really wasn’t going to give up I got the laptop and the CD. I kept the laptop in my lap though, because he was still laying down. The pictures with Tera were definitely erotic and very sexual, but the clear differences was Tera looked more to the camera where as Sierra’s focus was clearly me. She rarely glanced near the camera.

“Is she okay with me seeing these?”

“I asked and she said she was okay with it. So, yes she is okay with them.”

It was clear the pictures aroused him but they were just as arousing to me, more since he was here.

“Torture me this is not funny. Payback for the six months I couldn’t it felt like?”

“I’m telling you, underestimating me here.”

He was controlling the scrolling and I know he was investigating them well.

“You don’t look the same in these that you do in the ones with Tera.”

“I was more into her.”

“Clearly.”

He rather flipped through the ones with Newton pretty quickly, but then he paused.

“He didn’t take these.”

“No, he didn’t. She did, he actually never saw these.”

The ones she took of me alone really got to him, she’d asked for leather and lace in black, it’s what she put me in and it was a really major turn on to her. By the lack of room in his jeans now, it was his too. He was lucid enough to move some of them to the hard drive after he’d gone through them but he laid the laptop on the night stand.

-Zac-

I’d always envisioned them together, usually when I thought they were fooling around behind my back, those images that I came up with were nothing compared to the ones she’d just showed me. That fucking leather and lace set was hot. I barely had enough sense left to put the laptop off the bed.

“You know I should get up.”

“You don’t want to do that.”

So, she couldn’t lay on me, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t pull her over halfway. Keeping all pressure off the right side. Her hair felt softer now, her lips tasted just as sweet. Not that it helped either of us but even just turning slightly to pull her caused the slight pain, which she acutely picked up on.

“Zac?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Uh huh and if the doctor tells you otherwise then I have two brothers bitching. I told you they were a bad idea.”

“But…”

She didn’t give me any option as she got up, I’d have to just will away the erection this time and totally fucking avoid pictures. I tried pouting and she just left the room coming back with a box and starting with the dresser tops. I watched her move around knowing that she wasn’t quite as ready to just walk away. But, maybe she had a point with me, a few more weeks might be best to wait. I watched her walk around and pack up the little odds and ends on the dressers, even in the bathroom and I smiled. I rested until she made dinner and we both ate in the living room, making plans.

“You may be right about me being good and following the doctor. I know they’ll be totally pissed if I get set back because I just wanted sex.”

“They’d be mad if you had to wait six months to record an album.”

“But…that doesn’t mean I can’t help you.”

Her right eyebrow arched some. “We went through this already. It doesn’t matter where you put me, it’s not happening because of how you’d be.”

“Wrong. I think I have a way. So, you might want to finish eating.”

She looked at me completely skeptical but once finished she didn’t bother to clean up.

“Whatcha got so I can tell you no and clean.”

I turned the lights off and nudged her to the bedroom, she wouldn’t be telling me no. Once in the bedroom I slipped off the clothes she had, carefully so it didn’t hurt me. I could sit up for a little bit now, so I fixed the pillows and retrieved the box of toys and sat it by the head of the bed. I then settled myself down.

“That’s your plan? Just have me use toys in front of you? That will not end well for you.”

“You won’t be using them. Come here.”

She came to the bed and got up with me. “I don’t see this ending well for you.”

I just smiled, liking the numerous ideas running through my head, but the one I settled on was moving her around, kneeling in front of me with her back against me and her feet under my thighs.

“Why under?”

“So if you move your feet, I don’t get hit.”

She glanced back at me and I took the chance to capture her lips. She was positioned perfectly for my hands to go around and massage and roll the nipples. I moved down her neck and to her shoulder blades. Focusing on her kind of lets me forget about me. I’m sure at some point when I can she’ll return the favor. It doesn’t take me long to get soft little moans before I let my left hand slid down.

I’m not surprised that she’s rather wet already, not shocked that she more than wants me to either. I focused on the clit quite a bit, it’s easier and when I’m ready I move her forward, bending her over in front of me. A slight pull of her legs puts her in a perfect spot.

“You just came up with this?”

“I did.”

This was the perfect view and the perfect position, lets me easily slip in fingers and move my finger around the clit at the same time. It didn’t take long before she wasn’t worried about how she was positioned. I didn’t bother with the butterfly, but the cheetah print one was nice. Once I was sure she was worked up enough I introduced that and yeah that was not what I wanted to use but the wrong movement sent slight twinges of pain on my side so I was reminded that this was all I could do.

“Fuck…”

The vibrations helped but what seemed to work better was a combination of the vibrations and my fingers on the clit. Didn’t take long before she was screaming my name into the comforter. Having her feet under my thighs allowed me to not to get kicked or moved. She laid down to recover and while she did I carefully got up and cleaned the toy and replaced the box. I also took the antibiotic and pain medication and then got a rag and returned to the bed. I politely cleaned her up myself before sitting down on my side.

“Still believe there’s nothing I can do?”

“Point made. I’m not sure I can move.”

“You should get ready for bed.”

She turned and looked at me. “I’m comfortable and I’m not sure I have feeling in my legs right now.”

“Take some time then, want me to get your pj’s?”

She shrugged. “I could sleep this way.”

“No way. You said no to me, I can’t handle you all naked sleeping.”

She did lay there a few more minutes before getting up. It was a bittersweet to know that soon we wouldn’t be in this house, there was memories here. Our first time, all the little playfulness and the serious talks. Learning who she was. The one that stuck out though, beyond the sexual memories, was the one where she came home with her new license.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, was thinking about when you came home giving me your license. I was so sure it would have Stella’s address. I was so sure that you needed the address so you could send the divorce papers like they wanted you to.”

She crawled into the bed from the foot, so mean of her and she moved me back against the pillows, but settling most of her weight on the left side.

“Best decision I ever made was to come here and see where this could go. I was terrified it would fail, terrified that I couldn’t be what you wanted once I was here.”

I kissed her forehead. “There are a lot of memories here for us both really. But, we will have a lot more there. We’ll bring our baby home there, get to make all kinds of memories with him.”

She smiled some. “New place, new memories.”

“I love you.”

“I love you…we should get to sleep.”

I turned the light off and we settled in, eventually drifting off.