Troubled Sincerity

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Chapter 29 | Fuck You, Karma

I’ve been in recovery for the last three weeks.

I finally left the hospital two weeks ago, having to stay a bit longer due to minor complications from the surgery. I’m healed now, but still a little sore. My scar is still pink, but it’s healing nicely, so says Dr. Bennett.

My mom and dad came to visit me, all while scolding me profusely for doing something so drastic without even calling them. We had a huge talk about everything, and many tears later, they’ve finally accepted that I did what I thought was right. They still don’t fully understand it, but they do accept it, so that’s enough for me right now.

Mark’s been amazing. He kept switching between my room, and his mother’s room, before the nurses finally decided to room us together.

I was able to speak with Mark’s mother about the decision that I had made, and about how grateful and blessed she is to have been given this opportunity. Her words were, “Third time’s a charm, right?”

Both Mark and I agreed wholeheartedly.

She thanked me repeatedly for the entire week I was in the hospital with her, almost to the point where it got annoying, but I knew she was just so happy to have been given another chance at life with her son. We were both grateful for that.

Being home and recovering hasn’t been all great though, as far as school is concerned. I’ve missed a lot of classes, and my professor’s don’t think I’ll be able to catch up. Mark is in the same boat as I am. We’ve accepted the fact that we may have to retake the entire semester, but for me, it was well worth it to see Mark’s face when his mom stood up and walked out of the hospital for the first time since she was diagnosed.

That feeling will be something that I keep with me forever, and I know that he will too.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything? A back rub? A foot rub? Any kind of rub?” Mark asks as he tries to prop my pillows up for the tenth time today.

“I said I’m fine.” I laugh, “Please stop and just sit with me. You look exhausted.”

“I just want to make sure that you have everything you need.” Mark smiles sheepishly, before carefully sitting down next to me on my bed.

“I have air in my lungs, right? I have you sitting here, right? I’d say I have everything I need.” I smile over at him, trying my best to make him realize that I don’t need to be catered to every waking moment.

Even if I secretly love it.

“Okay, okay. You made your point. I’ll stop obsessing.” Mark sighs with a smile, “But are you sure you don’t need water or something?”

“Mark! Please, I’m begging you, stop.” I chuckle, “I promise that I’m fine. You’ve done more than enough for me. You don’t need to keep going on like this. You’re going to discombobulate.”

“I can’t help it Nave. You’ve given me the greatest gift, I just feel like nothing will ever top that.” He shrugs, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Your gift to me, would be treating me normal again. Truly, I love all that you’ve done for me since I’ve been in recovery, but you don’t need to do this for the rest of our lives. Dr. Bennett said I can go on living a normal, happy life, just so long as I take a few minor precautions. If I ever need anything major, you’ll be the first to know, I promise.” I smile, leaning into his side.

He kisses the top of my head gently, before leaning into me himself. We stay that way for a while, before his phone rings.

“Hey Tony.”

“Yeah, I’m still working tonight.”

“I know it’s my first night back, don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

“No, I don’t want a cake.”

I laugh at that one.

“I promise man, I’m good. Let’s just have a nice night together at work, alright?”

“See ya.”

Mark shoves his phone back into his pocket, before turning to face me.

“I don’t want to go back to work.” He sighs.

“You have to, you’ve missed too much, and if you keep missing they’ll find someone to replace you.” I urge, earning another sigh to come from my moody boyfriend.

“I don’t need to work.” He says simply.

“Oh? And what will you do then?” I question, raising an eyebrow.

“Easy, I’ll be a male stripper.” He shrugs casually.

My eyes turn to slits as I glare at him.

“Okay, maybe not.” He smiles sheepishly, “Fine, I’ll go to work, satisfied?”

“Actually, I haven’t been satisfied in a while.” I smirk, leaning closer to him.

“Are you sure you can? I mean, I don’t want to hurt you.” He frowns.

“Dr. Bennett gave me the clear last week, just so long as I take it easy and don’t try any weird positions. In fact, that entire conversation was weird, but I feel fine.”

“Well, in that case, allow me to satisfy you.” Mark smiles, leaning over to kiss me.

I place my free hand around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. He hesitates, trying to keep his full body weight off of me, but I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. I know my limits. I know what I can handle.

Mark relaxes a bit, finally allowing himself to enjoy this moment. It’s been weeks since we’ve been intimate, and I need him now more than ever.

Our tongues glide against one another, creating a beautiful dance, all their own. His shirt has since been yanked off, tossed to the side, as I slowly lean forward to yank off my own. Mark gazes down at me lovingly, his eyes focusing on the pink scar located on the side of my body. I glance up at him, nodding that it’s okay. He gently bends down, and leaves the softest kiss against my abdomen, my eyes fluttering shut in delight.

Before I know it, his face is above my own again, his lips just barely grazing mine.

“I love you so fucking much. I just can’t get enough of you, I never could get enough.” He says, his deep voice like a drug, slowly taking over my body, but then all at once in full force.

“I love you too Mark, more than anything in this entire world. I’m all yours, so please, take me.” I beg softly, pulling his lips back to my own, relishing in the feel that I never want to be without.

As the kiss deepens, I feel his hands slowly lowering to my shorts, gently pushing inside of them. His fingers just barely graze the outside of my panties, my entire body on fire. Natural reflexes take over, my hips slowly pushing upward, onto his hand. He plays with me, only for a moment, before pushing my panties to the side.

Our tongues are battling for dominance the entire time, neither one giving in. As Mark gently inserts one finger inside of me, a moan takes over my mouth, causing Mark’s member to push against my leg as he hovers above me.

“I need you Mark, in every possible way the universe will allow.” I manage to say as we pull apart, each of us trying desperately to catch our breaths.

At the request, Mark sits up to push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, effectively kicking them off the bed. I lift my hips upward, giving him full access to slide my shorts and panties down, letting them rest to the side of us. Mark weaves his hand through my hair, lightly tugging it as his lips meet my own again.

I naturally thrust my hips upward again, feeling his erect member at my entrance, twitching, begging to be inside of me as it has many times before.

“Are you sure you’re fine with this? I don’t want to hurt you.” Mark asks again, his need to be gentle causing my heart to swell with infatuation.

“Yes, please Mark.” I beg incoherently, my head digging further into the pillow, as my hips grind against his.

That’s all he needs to hear, before a pleasurable moan leaves my lips as he pushes himself inside of me. I softly bite my lip while spreading my legs wider, his strokes gentle at first, but gradually increasing as time goes on.

“God you’re perfect.” He mumbles in a deep voice, his lips just beside my ear.

My legs tighten around his hips, forcing him to go as deep as he can, without hurting myself.

“I love you Mark.” I manage to say, my mind in complete and total ecstasy.

We go at it for another two hours, almost as if it was the first time again. I felt like we were back in high school, sneaking around in the janitor’s closet, hoping and praying that we wouldn’t get caught. I can’t believe how much has happened between then, and now. I can’t believe we actually made it here.

I can’t believe we survived.

Once night-time hits, Mark leaves to go to work. I’m happy he’s getting back to his normal schedule. He really needs it after everything that we’ve been through.

Once I have Netflix going on my TV, my phone rings. I sigh, pausing the movie.

“Yes?”

“How are you doing?” Callie asks.

It was sad to say goodbye, but I know she’s happy to be back on schedule. After everyone found out what I did for Mark’s mom, Callie decided to stay an extra week, to help out around the apartment. I told her it wasn’t necessary, being that Lucy and Riley were more than capable, but she insisted.

The best friends that I have were hard to come by. I’m just so happy that we were all able to make it out of high school, still together, even if some of us are miles apart.

“I’m fine.” I roll my eyes, having answered this questions more times than I’d like to count.

“Geeze, grouch.” Callie laughs, “Mark there?”

“Nah, he finally went back to work tonight.” I reply, adjusting my screen so Callie isn’t staring at my ceiling.

“That’s good, I’m glad things are slowly going back to normal for everyone.”

“Me too. You have no idea.” I smile, thinking back to just a few hours ago.

“I know that look, you and Mark finally broke the dry-spell?” Callie smirks, taking a sip of her iced coffee.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I lie, giving Callie a sweet smile.

“Right, your cheesy grin and multiple hickey’s prove otherwise.”

My eyes widen as I position my camera to my neck, showing Callie and myself the lovely hickey’s littered across my skin.

“Well, isn’t that just grand.” I deadpan.

Callie shakes her head with a smile, “You really need to tame him. Hickey’s go on the inside of your thighs, not on your neck for the entire world to see.”

“Yeah, tell that to macho man. He’ll put them anywhere he wants.” I shrug with a laugh of my own, “It’s alright, I know I left a few good ones on him.”

“That’s my girl. Anyway, I gotta go, class is over and I have some make-up work to catch up on.” Callie smiles as she blows me a kiss. “Talk to you later.”

“Bye!” I smile, blowing her a kiss in return before the screen goes blank and the call ends.

I hear a crash coming from the kitchen, so I slowly get up and try my best to hurry down the hallway. My stitches have been removed, and I’m almost completely healed, but because my scar is still pink and I’m still sore, Dr. Bennett said to be careful that I don’t rip open the cut.

I guess I should’ve remembered that while Mark was drilling into me earlier.

I shrug at the thought, just as I make it into the kitchen.

“What the heck happened?” I try not to laugh, seeing Lucy sprawled on the kitchen floor with milk and cereal all over her.

“This isn’t funny, Naveah.” She scolds, slowly standing up as bits and pieces of frosted flakes fall to the floor.

“Oh? Because for some reason, I’m laughing.” I smirk, trying my best to keep the laughter at bay.

“A little help, would be nice.” Lucy glares, reaching for some paper towels.

“I don’t know, you seem to have everything under control.” I bite my lip, holding back another laugh.

I eventually give in, and help her. I pull pieces of cereal out of her hair, and toss them into the garbage can. Once Lucy has the floor spotless, she rushes into the bathroom to take another shower.

I put the box of cereal away, after pouring myself a bowl, turning slowly to grab the milk from the fridge.

As soon as I hear a door open, I turn to pour the milk into my bowl, only the jug slips from my grasp and goes tumbling to the floor, causing myself to slip.

I crash against the tile, my hand instantly going over my abdomen, to protect my stomach. I lean back against the cabinet and sigh, milk and cereal now in my hair.

“Naveah? Are you okay? What the hell?” Riley says as she walks into the kitchen, her face trying to hold in a laugh.

“Son of a bitch.” I mumble to myself.

After a few seconds, I hear a shout coming from Lucy.

“Did Naveah fall?”

“Yep.” Riley answers.

“Did she have cereal and milk?”

“Yep.”

“Is it all over her?”

“Yep.”

“Sweet.”

I glare as Riley laughs, Lucy’s laugh traveling from down the hallway.


Fuck you, Karma.

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