Back at the Taylor house, MJ and Melina took the kids out for the evening. Allowing their grandparents to have their alone time. While Stella set the table, Mac dimmed the lights, and put the stereo to jazz. Lighting the candles, he wheeled himself over to the table.
"You need any help love?"
"No. thanks though. You look very handsome tonight."
"You look very beautiful Stel. Like an angel. Dance with me?"
Sitting on her husbands lap, he wheeled her around the floor. Leaning himself into her neck, he wished he could stand, as he teared up. Feeling her husbands tears, she leaned away from his side, and looked into his eyes.
"What is it Mac? Please talk to me."
Mac laughed. Talk to her? Yeah... like she'd understand half of what he'd say.
"What's so funny, Mac? Are you laughing at me?"
Wheeling them over to the tiles board. Mac spelled out...
"No love. I can just imagine you trying to understand me, as I gibber away."
"Aww... I understand everything you say. gibber or not."
Getting up off his lap, Stella pulled the steaks from the oven, and placed them on the table. Once everything was set up. They sat down to their meal by candlelight.
When they finished their meal. Stella brought out dessert. Chocolate triple layer cake, with a side helping of heated chocolate, and cool whipcream, with nature Stella on the side. As Mac eyed, he could feel himself heat, he could feel every part of come to life. So beautiful she was, as the candlelight danced off her flesh.
"Mm... what are you up too, love? Are we going to feed each other dessert now?"
"Mm... no my handsome husband. I'm going to be your plate. You get to enjoy your dessert on me," she whispered with heated seduction.
Mac swallowed hard. But damn, she was being so seductive and hot tonight. Not that he was complaining. But damn... he just didn't know where to start first.
"Here, let me help you." Taking the chocolate sauce, Stella dipped a little into her belly button. Watching as it seeped down. Mac seen his wife's body shiver, leaving him, to take his finger and draw little chocolate hearts on her tummy.
Stella could tell Mac wasn't into it tonight. He wasn't even attempting to have fun. He just kept twirling little hearts. Sighing deep, Stella realized it was time for them to talk. Sliding herself off the table. She wrapped herself in her robe and sat down.
"I'm sorry love. I guess I'm just not up to playing right now."
Caressing her husbands cheek, she let him know it was okay.
"Maybe we should talk Mac. I think we've kept it all in to long. I don't want to hid from my pain, anymore."
Nodding his head yes. They headed into the living room where they would be able to focus, and finally come to terms, with their haunts. Lifting himself from the chair, he slid to the ground, near the fireplace. Pulling his wife down with him, he held her close.
"I'll start Mac. That day of Maddy and Adam's wedding. After the explosion, when you had pushed us all into the basement. I seen the rubble come crashing down on our son. It was horrible Mac. I still see it vividly from my nightmares.
I see his head get crushed, and his skull, and brain matter seprate from his head. But the worst part of it was, I seen his hand come up, almost as if saying goodbye. It was so heartbreaking, having to see that. Even though I knew in my heart it was just his nerves, and muscles twitching, it still tore my soul apart.
To see our sons death before my eyes, was more then I could handle. I'm sorry I didn't share it sooner. I just didn't know how. I was so afraid I'd set you back, or you wouldn't be able to cope with knowing I seen our childs horrible death.
But I realize now, that not talking about it, only made the nightmares worse. I just don't want to see the visions anymore Mac. I don't want to keep seeing our son die, over and over in my nightmares."
Stella could feel Mac shivering, she could feel his tears against her shoulder. Turning in his arms, she knew. He knew everything that she had just told him.
"Mac... do you remember? Do you remember that day? Did you see it too?"
Pulling Stella closer, he cried out... "yeeeeeeeeees...I sssseen ourrr ssson dddie."
All that time. All those days since the bombing. They had kept the same secret. The secret that had been tearing them apart. Neither willing to hurt the other with it, neither wanting to set the other back, or cause them more pain.
"I'm sssorry ttto Ssssteeella. I nnever mmmeant ttto hhhurt you, ooor cccause yyyou pppain."
Now that it was out in the open. Now that they had finally spoken the truth to each other, they could finally heal. Heal and become whole. Rebuild on all their generations, their dreams, that had long disappeared since that tragic day.
Laying his wife down on the bear skin rug. He roughly traced his tongue across her skin. Tasting, lapping at her with greed. Listening to her sighs, her cries as he stroked her sweet lips, driving her into the deepest depths of their love.
Feeling that fire, that endless spark of passion, as they twisted and turned, beneath each others souls. So wild, so out of control, as they set their bodies to burst in sensual caresses of want, and greed. Of needs, and desired dreams, that had been kept in the dark.
Wrapping his fingers within hers, feeling the waves of their flammed love errupt, they didn't stop. For they knew they needed more. More of each others, sweet, sensual, drowning, and passionate love.
Several hours later, they lay entwined with each other. holding each other close, whispering their love, as they finally fell into a long forgotten, peaceful sleep.
