After I had greeted everyone I knew and got “Happy 30th” congratulations from most, and some good-natured but gross ribbing from some of my friends, Danika grabbed me by the arm and said “There’s someone you need to thank for getting all of your favorite arcade games, Greg. She led me straight toward Bill Dolan who was laughing with a smaller equally handsome guy. “Greg, you know Bill, and this is his husband Winston, and they’re the ones who arranged for all of these arcade games.”
“Husband?” flashed through my pea brain. “What the fuck — Dolan is gay?” caromed around in my empty head. Fortunately I didn’t say it aloud. After a few seconds of shock I snapped out of it, got the first genuine grin on my face in at least a couple of weeks, and vigorously shook Bill’s and Winston’s hands as I profusely thanked them.
In addition to food, dancing, a video presentation that Danika had made — also with Bill and Winston’s help — that included big moments in our early lives, scenes from the 30th surprise party I had thrown for her, tributes from out of town relatives and friends who couldn’t make it, and even a sonogram of our daughter (that was the first time I knew the sex of our baby-to-be), and prizes for the high scorers on each of the arcade games (even though I had two high scores I wasn’t allowed to win the prizes) the party finally ended about ten o’clock.
Danika sidled up to me and said “Time to go home and for you to get your birthday present a day early,” she grinned, the next day, Monday, being my actual birthday.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I said as I kissed her and successfully fought as hard as I could to hold back tears. “You’re the greatest,” I continued as I pinched her ass and kissed her boobs through her maternity blouse.
“Looks like you’ve recovered — what the hell was with you yesterday and this morning, I’ve never seen you like that?” she inquired.
“I’ve finally joined the rest of humanity; let’s leave it at that,” I laughed as I kissed her again. One thing for sure was that I never was going to tell her that I experienced fear for the first time, or why I did.
When we got home we showered together, I splashed her tits with cold water and then rubbed avocado oil on them. When we got to bed I suckled both nipples as she giggled with the refrain “You’re going to have competition for my boobs pretty sure, and she’ll have priority.”
“Damn!” I chuckled.
Then we had the most loving intercourse of our lives as I constantly moaned, groaned, or mumbled how much I loved her.
We fell asleep in a spoon position with my right hand gently massaging her right boob. As I drifted off into dreamland — knowing that I’d be with Danika in my dreams as well as in reality — I hoped that I’d never, ever, ever experience fear again