Chapter 2: Chapter Two: A Warrior Has His Goodbyes.
**Goodbyes, to a warrior, are nothing new but are hard to do. To be a warrior, you need to be no stranger to goodbyes. But we all aren't born warriors, but we all feel the pains from GOODBYES.**
Nick walks down the street, confused at what will happen to his family if he doesn't return. What of his little Nick? The more he thought of his family the more he felt he shouldn't go, but his hands are tied, he could not just walk away.
It was the government that provided his family funds, he had to do this so his children can have a better future, a well-funded home with no lack, and that was all he cared about, even if he returns or doesn't, as far as his children and wife are okay. That just makes dying all worthwhile. So he paused for a while and starts walking, now looking more sure of his destination.
He is heading home for his final goodbyes.
At Nick's Apartment| 5:35 pm
Rose is seated on the couch, reading a newspaper head stories, the ruins of the war, feeling quite sad for all the people that lost their lives, homes, and families because of the war.
"Brrrrrrrrrrringgggg Brrrrrrringggg," goes the doorbell, snapping Rose out of her sad trance-like state.
Rose gets up and walks to the door, looks through the eye-hole then opens the door to reveal Nick standing there.
"So how did it go?"
"Can I just come in first?" Nick said sadly.
She notices the change in her husband. "Oh! forgot." Shifting aside as Nick walks in and sits on the couch, she closes the door and joins him. "So what happened."
"No. It's nothing." Suddenly smiling, trying not to seem sad or gloomy.
Rose not believing him still insist. "Seriously Nick, if there is anything wrong, just tell me. I'm here to assist. Nick, whatever it is," she says in a caring and concerned tone.
Still smiling. "There is nothing wrong. It was just the therapy, it just stressed me out." He looks at Rose and still sees the same concerned look on her. "I'm serious, it's nothing."
"Okay, if you say so then." hands him the papers "Just look at this." Pointing at the headlines.
Nick reads out the headlines. "Ruins of the World war II are counting. World countries face severe economic and financial casualties. The life worldwide casualties of World war II."
WORLDWIDE CASUALTIES*
Battle Deaths-15,000,000.
Battle Wounded-25,000,000.
Civilian Deaths-45,000,000.
"All these people, suffering for a war that they had nothing to do with. So I was thinking. That, maybe, we should donate a little piece of our pension money to these people."
"Yes, your right," Nick says in support. "It would be nice to do something to help them."
Rose kisses Nick on the lips, overwhelmed with joy. "Thank you, Nick. I knew you'll get it."Rose gets up and walks to the kitchen door and turns back, facing Nick. "Just gonna make dinner. You make me very happy honey." She enters the kitchen.
"Yeah... Happy," he said in a mild tone. Nick gets up from the couch and walks up the stairs, to Tim's room, knocks on the door but no answer. He opens the door to see Tim sleeping and smiles a little, the few moments he wanted to just pause and stay there forever, but he knew it was not possible. He walks in and closes the door, he walks to Tim's bed and lay beside him, putting his arm around him as he watched him sleep, moving his fingers through his hair, he whispers: "Son, I love you and your mother so much and hate to leave you both, but daddy got to go so that the food will keep on coming so that the water will keep on running, so that..." Tim moves closer to Nick placing his arm around him.
"I love you, daddy," said Tim, still sleeping.
Nick pauses for a moment shocked. "Huh." He then continues moving his fingers through his hair. "I love you too, son," Nick said, now feeling happy and relax, as he just watched his son sleep.
7: 30 pm
Suddenly, the door opens. Rose standing outside, smiles as she watched Nick and Tim, then walks to Nick and whispers in his ear. "It's time for dinner".
Nicks gets up from the bed and tucks Tim in properly. Then heading to the dining table and starts eating. "Mmmmh, Who are you? and what have you done with my wife," he said with a smile on his face.
"Seriously?"
"I'm serious, woman, it's either you're a different person or-" Noticing her underwear on the floor beside her. "You're looking for something you're not going to get."
"Maybe, colonel. I want something and I'm gonna get it," She says with a sexy tone. She picks a piece of meat with her fork and starts eating it slowly looking straight into his eyes. "UH, UH. I love this MEAT."
Chuckles. "Not going to work, I'm gonna wait for little Nick. Then."
"And until, then, you'll be sleeping on the couch," she says a little pissed.
Nick goes behind her and embraces her. "Sorry love, but you gonna have to wait."
Rose gets up, places her butt on Nicks zipper, and walls back till Nicks back was against a wall. Then she turns around, her face was so close to Nick's face, she could feel his breath of air, and the heat leaving his body. She places her hand on the side of his face feeling his hard skin and thick neck, her breast on his chest feeling his heartbeat. "Don't tell me you can't touch your beautiful wife. Or, do you think I'm ugly? Because I'm pregnant?"
With his hands elevated placed flat on the wall. "No, you are even more beautiful."
"Then fuck me," she said, feeling his chest, and she removed his shirt then placed her hand on his trouser feeling his penis grow bigger and harder.
"Don't do this, you're playing with fire."
"Maybe I want to be burned." She unzips his trousers, pulls out a pinkish-brown, about 5-inch soft penis and sucks it over and over again.
"uh uh uh mmmh uh," Nick moans looking to the ceiling, feeling her soft lips suck on his dick, and now she sucks on only the cap, causing a stronger sensation to surge through his body. "uh uh uh uhhhhh." his muscles flex as though doing great work, then like a volcano, he cums all over her face. "It's time to be burned." He pulls her up, and kisses her in the mouth, he carries her up, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, his penis rubbing her ass, as he carried her to their room, with his legs he closed the door.
Dropping her on the bed he pulls his trouser as she takes off her gown. With his penis pointed up he crawls into the bed picks her legs and place around his neck, her face looking at his, he puts his penis in her vagina.
"uhhhh" she moans.
He carries her up, placing her hands around his neck, he stands on the ground and with a thrust from his waist, forcing his penis deeper into her vagina, like a swing moving her up and down his penis. As he fucked her, she felt a deep sensation in her body, though with the pain as his huge cock forced hard on her cervix, the pain was outdone by tingling feeling coming from his huge penis rubbed against her clits, all she wanted to do was get off his dick as she squirted all over him, he dropped her on the bed and she opened her legs wide, he dropped down on his knees and sucked hard on her vulva.
Her eyes wide opened as he felt his lips on her clits, sucking and licking. "oh my! oh my." She stretched her hands to her vagina and rubbed on it making her squirt again on him. He lies on the bed beside her and kissed her. He stops and lies on his back, legs, spread open wide, and his penis hanging between his legs.
"This has been the best time ever," he says as he pulls the blanket and covers himself.
"Yes, this has been the best time I've had in a long time," she said.
"Honey, all I want to do now is to sleep. Good night Honey," He says, closing his eyes to sleep.
"Good night," she said, covering herself with the blanket as she goes to sleep.
December 2nd|9:55 am
"Yawww." Nick Wakes up, turns to his right to see an empty bed, he turns to his left and picks up his robe from the small drawer beside his bed. He stands to his feet puts on his robe and heads to Tim's room.
"knock knock," goes the door, before Nicks opens it to see Tim, still in bed, then heads down the stairs to see Rose seated in the dining looking at him with some letters in her hand, he walks to the dining table picks up the glass jug of water and pours it into a cup.
"Good morning honey," he said as he walks to the couch where the morning papers are laid down, he drinks the glass of water drops it on the center table, and start reading the papers. "Honey, last night was amazing."
"Yes, it was." she retorted.
"Hey, honey look at the papers, there is an article on this guy, they suspect him to be a murderer and he is on the run."
Not interest in what he said. "Nick, where were you yesterday evening?" she asks with an angry interrogative tone in her voice.
"I was at the psychiatrist hospital. With Dr. Louis...I think that's his name," Nick said, still reading the papers.
Rose gets angry and walks to Nick's front and pulls the paper from his hand.
"Give me back the papers, Rose," Nick said getting pissed.
"Stop lying, Nick, you weren't there. Where were you yesterday?" asked Rose angrily.
"I told you I was...." Nick said, interrupted by Rose.
Rose gets angry and shouts. "Nick don't you dare lie to me. This is the letter from Dr. Louis informing me you didn't attend the appointment I made for you." Dropping the letter on the center table "So just tell me, where you were yesterday evening?"
Nick glances at the Letter confirming it. "Okay. I was at the barracks picking off the rest of my things. Are you satisfied now? Please, just give me the papers and we can work the rest out."
Rose knew there was more to it and suddenly, start feeling sad. "So, when were you going to tell us? Tell me? Were you ever going to tell us?" she said, sad and confused.
Nick confused at what she was talking about. Then notices another letter in her hand. He grabs the letter and reads the heading
Letter From The Secretary Of Defense
Nick, he drops the letter on the center table stands up and looks at her, feeling shame, guilt, and sadness, that she had to find out this way. "Rose I'm sorry, I was going to tell you."
"Tell me what? That you were just going to leave us. Or no, you didn't think I was mature enough to know that you leaving us again? Or I wasn't going to understand that you need to serve your country? or I wasn't a good-enough, supportive wife, to assist you through..."
"No, it's not all that," Nick said, trying to calm her down.
"Then tell me, what Nick? Tell me," she calms and sits on the side chair. "Nick I told you, yesterday, that I was here for you, whatever it was and you kept something this big from me."
Nicks sits down and holds her hands. "Rose, darling, you have to, believe me, I was going to tell you but not right now. I wanted to enjoy our final days together as a family happy, not bordering about me leaving and I wasn't ready to tell Tim, I just couldn't, especially after telling him I wasn't going to leave."
Suddenly Tim runs to the sitting room to meet mom and dad, he stands in front of Rose.
Tim was at the stairway and overheard their entire argument. "Mommy? is daddy going to leave us?"
Nick was shocked to see Tim, he wasn't ready for Tim.
Rose on seeing him, was happy her son was here to hear the truth, she understood his reasons but couldn't forgive him. "Tim," She quickly said, but quickly realizes it wasn't for her to tell. "Ask your father," she said to him in a soft tone. She got up to leave, looks at Nick. "You should really read that letter. Then you'll see." She walks up to the room.
"So daddy, are you gonna leave us?" Asks Tim.
Nick knew it was going to hurt him, but leaving without hearing from his father will be worse. "See son, daddy got a job..," Tim interrupts.
"Daddy, please tell me what I heard is not true, Please, tell me you're are not leaving us," Tim says with his tears hanging from his eyes. He remembers how he missed him for years during the war, how he was worried when he finally saw him on the hospital stretcher. He wasn't ready for that again. "Daddy, please. Please, don't leave me, I just got you, please, don't leave me, daddy. Please." Tears start running down.
Seeing his son cry, broke him but knew he had to tell him. "Son, I'm leaving. But I have to go so that you and your mother will have a better life. Son, you and your mother are all I care about and I'm willing to do anything for you to have a good life, even if it means leaving."
"How can it be good without you? But I understand daddy you can't refuse." Tim came to terms with it and sadly walks back to his room.
Nick feels deep sorrow as he watched Tim leave. He had just caused everyone including himself to be sad. He then picks up the letter and reads through it.
Dear Nick Ryan, we will be calling you back to arms to act as an American spy in our Russian embassy. We will be expecting you in Washington D.C on the 3rd of December, 1945.
"Tomorrow," Nick said to himself in shock.
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