July 4th, 2010, 1500hrs
“Sssh!!!! Don’t you dare wake her up, Patrick Kaleta!” I whispered as I shut the door as he came bounding up the stairs with a big smile on his face.
“Oh damn! I was going to give her something, but I will wait til mom and dad pick her up for the night,” he said, hanging his head as he brought the toy fire truck out from behind his back.
I took it from him and inspected the fun looking toy. “This thing is awesome!! It looks like you can even put the ladder up with a button! All I had was an old metal thing that you couldn’t even put the ladder up on anymore because it was bent so bad from when it was my dad’s.”
“I know! I remembered that thing, so when I found this, I knew I had to get her one,” he said proudly as we both walked back down the stairs to the living room.
“You spoil her,” I said, trying to hide my smile.
“So do you,” he said as he placed the fire truck on the kitchen counter and wrapped his arms low around my back, pulling me against him. “And don’t you even start to deny it!” he mocked as I just looked up at the ceiling keeping my lips in a straight line like I had no clue what he was talking about.
“I’m surprised you haven’t bought her a pair of skates yet…”
“Believe me I tried, but the kid at the sporting goods store just looked at me like I was stupid when I mentioned that she couldn’t even crawl yet.”
I took his hat, turned it backwards and then gently smacked his forehead with the palm of my hand. “You are a real trip, Patty.”
“Nah, just really in love with my two girls,” he said with a smirk as he kissed me square on the lips. “Do you really have to work tonight?” he whined softly into my ear, causing me to shiver in his arms.
I wrapped my arms around him neck and answered him in the same manner, giving him goose bumps. “Yes, Patrick, I must go to work tonight.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he growled as he slid his hands down lower and cupped my ass, pulling me against his erection that had now formed.
“No, I’m definitely glad I did that…” I said as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Now, take me somewhere to make my 4th of July a good one!” I breathed once again into his ear.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. If she was ready to go, then I was always ready to go. Even after a year of marriage we were still fucking every chance we got and I didn’t think I’d ever tire of hearing the noises she made when we made love.
Even after all these years of friendship, I still find my breath catching when the light shines in her eyes just the right way, making them sparkle like the ocean. People have a hard time believing that we’ve rarely had a huge argument. I accustom that to the fact that after knowing each other so well, we know what makes the other person mad and are able to sense a mood change, cueing the other person to take a step back.
“Where are we going?” she giggled as I carried her downstairs to the “man cave.”
“The pool table,” I said straight-forth.
“What?! You better get a towel or something because I do not want you freaking out if we stain the damn thing!” she squealed as I set her down on the table.
She was right, I would freak out because this thing was my baby. So I went over the shelf by the patio doors and grabbed a towel. As I walked back, I kicked off my flip-flops and began taking my shirt off, knocking off my baseball hat in the process. Emma was already down to her bra and underwear, looking lustfully at me. I laid the towel down next to her as I stepped between her thighs, wrapping my arm behind her and pulled her against my chest. I undid her bra with the snap of my fingers and pulled it off of her, throwing it onto the floor next to me. She left out a squeak of approval and threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling my lips to hers.
She kissed me with a searing passion that burned low in me. I couldn’t seem to wrap my arms tight enough around her. I needed to be one with this woman I could never seem to get enough of. We were still tongue locked as I felt her push my waist back far enough so that she could untie my shorts and push them down over my hips and onto the floor. She then broke the kiss and laid back onto the pool table, putting her feet on the rail and lifting her ass slightly so that I could take off her shorts.
“You look so vulnerable lying there,” I mused as I pulled off her shorts.
“Well then you better take advantage of me, Kaleta,” she taunted.
I quickly climbed up onto the table with her and dipped my head down between her thighs to taste her. She was already hot and wet, leaving out a cry when my tongue delved into her delicious folds. Her hands immediately laced themselves back into my hair; I was keeping my hair long enough just for her to be able to play with it during times like these. I wrapped my arms around her thighs so that my hands could rest on her lower abdomen. I used my face to get deep into her flesh, knowing that I had enough of a 5 o’clock shadow to drive her crazy. I felt it chafe against her soft, smooth skin, causing her to purr out in pleasure. I nipped gently at her clit, causing her to buck against me and telling me she was ready to shoot the moon.
I peaked up over her mound to find her arched off the table, grabbing at her breasts. It was such an intimate moment that I felt honored to be apart of it every time she came. I went back to focusing on her and was soon rewarded with the rush of extra juices coating my tongue as I shoved it deep into her. I loved the way she tasted and it was even more of a turn on when she wanted to kiss me right away after I had been down on her.
I crawled up; leaving behind a trail of kisses as I finally made it up to her mouth and kissed her deeply as she moaned out in happiness. In her sedated state I pushed my thick length into her and lifted myself off of her so that I could enjoy the view of her moving below me on the pool table. She wrapped her legs around me as I pulled her hips slightly off the table to get the angle I wanted. I pumped into her and watched as her breasts bounced with the motion.
My cock felt every inch of her and the deeper I pushed the louder she cried out for more. I tilted her a little more and pushed for her g-spot, knowing I hit it when her cries practically turned into screams of pleasure. My dick got harder when I watched her start pinching her own nipples and began flicking her own tongue over her nipple.
“Fuck, baby, that is so god-damn hot…” I growled, knowing I was going to lose it very soon.
“Do you like that?” she asked in a sultry whine as she batted her eyes at me.
I couldn’t take it anymore and my answer ended up coming out in a long moan as I shot my load into her. The act put her over the edge and I felt her squeezing everything out of me as she quivered on the table.
Once I caught my breath, I lowered her hips back down to the table. “Jesus, where the fuck did that come from? You were definitely a vixen right there!”
“Did you like it?”
“Did I like it? Damn Emma, I could fuck you again right now, that was so incredibly hot.”
A sly smile crept across her face as she said, “I don’t want you to get bored with me, so I figured I’d add a lil role play into it for fun.”
I leaned down over top of her and kissed her hard. In between kisses I growled, “Babe, I will never get bored with you. Hell, you pull that shit more often and you’re going to have trouble leaving the bedroom ever again.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said as she pulled my lips back down to hers, willing me to kiss her senselessly once more.
March 2010, the night Emma stayed home from Patrick’s game so Charlie could visit her and baby Maddie…
“Charlie!” I squeaked as he picked me up and hugged me tightly. The last time I saw him was when I was still in the hospital after giving birth to Maddie.
“Mmm, my Emma…it’s nice being able to hug you without that big belly of yours,” he chuckled as he sat me back down.
I looked down at my stomach and patted the remnants of my tummy. “I’ve been working out with Patrick, so I’m hoping I’ll be completely back in shape by the time I come back in June.”
Charlie took my hands in his, catching my attention. “Emma, you look beautiful, just like your mother,” he said with a sad smile.
“Like my mother?” I asked, surprised because no one had mentioned a thing about my mother since I was a little girl. I knew Charlie had known her because he was the best man in their wedding, but he never said things about her. This definitely got the wheels turning in my head. “Charlie, do you know what ever happened to my mom?”
Again the sad smile crept across his face as he took my hand and led me into the kitchen, motioning to me to make some hot chocolate as he walked over to Maddie’s crib and picked her up. She was cooed at him and smiled as soon as he had her in his arms. I watched as she curled into his chest, like she often did with Patty and instantly fell asleep in his arms. He carried her over to the kitchen island and sat down, staring at the precious little one in his arms.
“You don’t have to hold her if you don’t want to, she’ll be down for the count now.”
“No, I want to hold her, she is my granddaughter after all,” he said as quietly, not looking up at me, still staring at Maddie.
I put a mug of steaming hot chocolate in front of him and sat down across from him, warming my hands on my own mug. “Charlie, is there something you wanted to talk about?” I asked hesitantly.
He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Emma. I’m sorry I never did anything to stop him from hurting you…”
I looked at him confused but didn’t stop him because I honestly didn’t know what to say.
I listened to him take a deep breath and start in again. “Your mother and I were best friends growing up, like you and Patrick, I guess you could say. Your father and I became best friends in high school, and of course he took a liking to Renee as soon as I introduced them. I was in love with Renee from the day I met her, but I was too young to realize it until they started dating. Seeing them together made me recognize how much I wanted to be the man she loved. Dean and I went through the fire academy together, a promise we had made to each other when we were still in high school, and after we graduated from the academy, he proposed to Renee. I know Renee loved Dean, but one night after he left her sitting at the bar because they had an argument, I realized she was marrying him because she felt that she really had no other choice. Renee was stubborn and didn’t want her daddy to say ‘I told you so…’ with Dean, so she went ahead and married him anyway. A few months after the wedding Renee showed up on my doorstep with bruises on her cheeks and all over her body from where Dean had hit her. I took her in and one thing led to another...” he said, fading off for a moment.
He took another deep breath and continued, “Dean and I worked a lot of opposite shifts that year and when he wasn’t home, Renee was with me. We were madly in love with each other and were actually planning on how we could run away together, then one night Renee came to me in tears saying she was pregnant and positive it was mine because she hadn’t slept with Dean for a couple months…”
Without meaning to, I took in a sharp breath, quickly covering my mouth and glad I didn’t have a mouth full of hot chocolate because I would have surely spit it back out.
Charlie basically ignored me and kept going. “Of course Dean never questioned it because he was too wrapped up in getting promotions at work. I tried finding another job so that Renee and I could run away together, but I didn’t have many options and we were basically stuck. You were born in the fall and Dean insisted I be named your Godfather. If you put our baby pictures together, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart,” he added with a small smile directed towards sleeping Maddie. “Renee’s parents were killed in a car accident several months after you were born and her heart was shattered. She fell into a deep depression which wasn’t helped by Dean’s drunken, abusive tirades. She came to me one night and said that she was leaving, that she couldn’t handle it anymore and told me to keep watch over you for her. I begged and pleaded with her but she had better ideas. She was found washed up on the shore of Lake Erie
Wow. I feel like I don’t know where to turn or what to say…
I took a sip of my hot chocolate, letting it sear my throat. “I don’t know what to say, Charlie…”
“You don’t need to say anything. Just please, don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded quietly.
I reached over and took his hand that was gripping the ceramic mug, “I could never be mad at you Charlie. To tell you the truth, we wouldn’t be sitting here today like this if things would have been different. I wouldn’t trade my life for the world,” I said as tears clouded my eye sight.
Charlie nodded his head slowly as a smile graced his face. His blue eyes sparkled back at me and I knew right there that he had always been a father to me and that I had made him proud.
“You can tell Patrick,” he said, after finding his voice. “I just think it should be between us though. I don’t want things to change at work and stuff…”
“I completely agree,” I said, kind of relieved. “However, you will be given the title of grandpop in this house.”
His smile got bigger as he nodded his head in agreement. “Sounds good. I love you Emma.”
“I love you too,” I said with a smile. I then became serious and said, “So after all that, I need you to do a favor for me, Charlie,” I said seriously.
“Anything,” he said quietly, watching Maddie sleep.
I slid an envelope over to him and said, “If anything ever happens to me, I need you to give this to Patrick.” I was proud of myself once I said the words. I didn’t cry like I did when I was writing it. I knew all the guys did this; it just wasn’t spoken of too often. I knew I had to do it with Maddie here now, just incase something happened that I wouldn’t be able to tell her these things myself.
To my surprise, Charlie didn’t put up a fight. He knew that our line of work was a dangerous choice and he knew that when your time is up, it’s up.
July 4th, 2010, 2100hrs
I had my patient all splinted and ready for movement and I was proud of my efforts as I looked down and surveyed my handy-work. I glanced at my watch and noticed it had been a little longer than I realized so I decided to call out on my radio and find out what was taking the new crew so long to get in here.
“Lieutenant 21 to Collapse Interior…”
No answer.
“Lieutenant 21 to Collapse Interior…”
Again, no answer. At that, I heard a big crash and felt an influx of heat coming through the door of the stairwell. I quickly put my SCBA back on and looked out the little window in the door to find that my route was now completely gone and fear completely over took me…
July 5th, 2010, 0050hrs
“Charlie, where is Emma?” I asked as I felt my throat constrict.
“She’s been in the stairwell with a patient since her and Wagner accessed it to rescue the victims,” he said in an eery calm voice.
“Have you heard anything from them?” I cried, as I felt myself having an outer body experience, praying that my worst nightmares were not coming true. As the words came out of my mouth, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over and saw a blackened hand and a tear stained face staring back at me. “Wagner, where the hell is my wife?!” I roared.
“She insisted on staying back and packaging the patient for transport while I took the other 3 back to our egress route…I didn’t want to leave her alone but we were both running low on air and she insisted I go and get the other crew to come back and get her. Radio communications were poor so I don’t think she heard the evacuation orders. I tried running back but instead the building began collapsing. Patterson and the other crew helped pull me and the victims out but there was no way we were going to get back to Emma. I’m so sorry Patrick…” he wailed as he collapsed to the ground with me.
July 5th, 2010, 0930hrs
I felt empty, numb and I was barely able to breathe. The smell of the burnt debris made my stomach twist in a way that I thought I was going to throw up with every breath. Every now and then I would look up, thinking I heard Emma’s voice over the radio or talking to someone on the fire scene. I could have sworn I heard her call my name a time or two. I know I smelled her scent a time or two when the wind blew in a different direction. I had found a hair of hers caught on my shirt from when she did laundry and I just held it in my hand, wishing I could run my hands through the full thickness of her hair.
“Patrick, you need to come home now…” my mom said as I sat on the back of the fire engine, waiting for my wife to come out of the building.
“No mom, I’m not leaving until they find her.”
“Charlie said they have to get the heavy equipment in and that it could be until afternoon until they get to her. You need to come home and get some rest, you have a daughter that needs you,” she said firmly.
“I have a wife that would want me to be waiting for her…” I mumbled.
“You have a wife that would want you to be a father to her child. Please Patrick, go home,” Charlie said as he walked over to where I was sitting.
I nodded, knowing Charlie and my mom was right, but I just didn’t want to be at my house right now. I didn’t think I could stand walking into the home that we lived and loved in. I felt like my world was ending and I had no way of getting away from it.
Emma, I love you. Please, give me the strength to be the man you made me into.
2 comments:
Oh my god. This story can't end this way.. They haven't found her yet which means she isn't confirmed to be dead yet.. So there's still hope. Please don' let her die. Pleasee.
Agh. I'm so excited for the next chapter!
This was not a good way to start off my birthday. She HAS to be ok!!!
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