AN: This isn't a stand alone story, what's happening makes more sense if you have read the rest.
Thank you for the positive reception you gave on the first chapter. It's going to be a few chapters before there's any sex again, but I promise to make it worth it. A big thank you to both GentWithHandcuffs and curi0us7r4n for all their help. I hope you enjoy.
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Great. Vince had left a shoe in the middle of the hallway. Neveah found herself kicking her husband's shoe out of the way.
Sure, it was partially her fault for thinking she could make it all the way to their room, in the dark, without hitting anything, but Vince was suppose to clean up today.
Neveah found herself walking up the seventeen stairs, grunting every now and then from the soreness in her body. Finally arriving to her destination, she slowly slid open the creaky door to their bedroom, just to see their empty four poster bed. The sheets were still made up the same way from that morning.
Damn it, she thought as she found herself throwing her backpack across the room. It clashed against the older oak vanity table on the other side of her bed. A tear slid down her cheek as her backpack laid on the ground.
Neveah walked across the room sliding off her dirty scrubs. She dumped them in her laundry bag full of other pairs of dirty scrubs. Today had almost been an easy day for Neveah, there hadn't been anything too crazy for most of her shift. Working at the county hospital, her wages weren't the greatest, but she was one of the few who really enjoyed her job.
With her job being in the emergency room, things were constantly going on. Tonight was the first night in a while where it was mostly quiet for her.
It was a little after eleven when the hospital got a call that an ambulance was coming from a three car pileup . Neveah spent the next two hours keeping the seven patients that came in stable. Once a few were stable they were able to transfer them into rooms, so they could focus on the ones who were too unstable to transfer, yet.
By the time she had pulled up into the garage of their two story condo, it was just after two in the morning, and she didn't feel like getting out of her car. But then she thought about Vince and her warm bed, and the decision wasn't so difficult for her to get out.
That's how she ended up in front of her dresser changing into a camisole set, both exhausted and angry. Exhausted, because her shift had went longer than she thought it would. Angry, because Vince was laying around in a drunken coma somewhere.
This would be the third time in two weeks that this had happened and she wasn't sure of what to do. She couldn't figure out what was the cause of all this. He had been home for almost seven months, and it seemed as if there wasn't any progress between them.
Neveah knew there was problems between them, but she didn't know what they were, or how she could fix them. When Vince first came home things had moved smoothly between them. She would come home make dinner and he would sex her up like no other. It was a simple life, they both enjoyed the way things were, but after being home three months they decided he needed to get a job. The area they lived in was far too expensive for him to go on not working. He just needed a job where he could have the second Saturday of every month off.
Unfortunately, months of searching had done nothing for them. By putting all his focus into finding a local job it seemed as if Vince started to neglect everything else. They hardly ever went out, the house was always dirty, and the sex seemed to have dropped on his list of priorities.
With a sigh she turned toward the door, she caught her reflection in the full length mirror and looked over herself. Maybe it wasn't the stress of everything else going on that made him not touch her. Maybe Vince wasn't attracted to her anymore.
She wasn't gorgeous, but she had always felt pretty enough. Pretty enough to catch Vince when they were twelve. Pretty enough for him to keep her around all these years. Thoughts of doubt start to pass through her head. She wiped the second tear to fall down her cheek tonight, before beginning her search for Vince.
He was nowhere to be seen.
He wasn't passed out on the balcony this time. He wasn't in the bathroom. He wasn't in the filthy kitchen, that he was suppose to clean over the course of yesterday. Vince was finally spotted. His sleeping form was on the couch while cuddling an empty bottle of whiskey. His face looked content in his sleep.
Neveah was so tempted to leave him there on the couch, but deep down she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep very well without him. She reached down shaking his arms and his body but he didn't budge one bit. She huffed thinking of what she could try next.
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The soft voice in his ear had Vince grinning from ear to ear. His fingers reach out and pull the sweet voice's body into his. The only thoughts that passed his mind was how soft the creature was. Her skin was so nice and smooth. Vince dropped the bottle from his hands and wrapped his hands around her body.
Vince had been waiting hours for Neveah to come home. When she didn't text him that she was on her way home, Vince automatically started running all these scenarios through his head. Various ones where she was cheating on him, that she had got in a horrible car accident; the list seemed to go on and on.
Vince didn't feel that Neveah was struggling in his arms. In his drunken state, Vince just wanted to hold her close; he didn't realize he was squeezing her half to death. He just wanted to breathe in the her apple scent of her ringlets.
Neveah poked his cheek hard with her pointer finger, startling Vince in his peaceful little world. It took him a few minutes to come to, but Vince soon realized he was nearly suffocating his wife against his chest.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he slurred from his mouth.
She could only glance at him with saddened eyes. It had been so long since he had used any term of endearment to refer to her. And when it finally happens he had to be drunk. Blinking back the tears she slowly unraveled his hold on her.
"It's time for us to head on to bed," she said as she held her hand out.
He smiled a dorky little smirk. The smirk would have made her heart stop had he been sober. Neveah hoped this didn't continue much longer; it was too much work for her to support her husband's heavy frame as they climbed up the stairs. It took them forever to walk up the stairs. Finally making it to the bed, Vince collapsed into the bed on top of the covers. He could only think about how warm and soft the hands that touched him were.
Neveah forced him to roll over to her side of the bed, pull back the cover, rolled him back over, and then tuck him in. She went to the other side to climb into bed.
The moment Neveah climbed under the covers Vince rolled over laying right behind her. Even his drunken stupor Vince needed to be close to her. He needed the heat from her body on his. There was nothing Vince wanted more than to wrap his arms around her body and bring her close, just like how he held her on the couch, minus the pushing and the hitting she had been doing. He settled for her not moving when he scooted in close.
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