You will help me, right?

18

And again life was divided into before and after. I got back on my feet and am learning to walk again, and Lena made me happy by being pregnant.

I tried not to be a burden to her, I knew that she was tired at work. That's why I always did the cooking. Now I cook much better.

Today Lena was late for some reason. After my call she remembered that she had to go home. I started setting the table, knowing approximately how long it would take her to show up at home. But even half an hour later she was not home. Now I began to worry even more. I picked up the phone and dialed her number, but the dial tone had not even sounded yet, as the front door opened.

- Lena, is that you? - there was silence in response, and then a quiet sob.

Of course, I couldn't run to the hallway, my health did not allow it. But I tried to hurry there.

Lena was standing by the wall and quietly crying, her bag was lying on the floor.

- Lena, what happened? Something with the baby?

Silence, and then the crying became louder. She ran up to me and hugged me around the waist, and I hugged her tighter, trying to calm her down.

- Will you tell me what happened? Darling, look at me.

I gently pushed her away from me and looked at her face, it was all in tears, I looked lower, and there was a cut on her neck and a couple of drops of dried blood.

- Who did this? What happened anyway? Did they not touch you? Are there any other wounds?

- N-no, - she barely audibly said.

- Come on, you lie down, I'll make you some tea and you'll tell me everything, okay?

- Okay.

We slowly walked into the bedroom, Lena lay down on her side, and I walked just as slowly into the kitchen.

While I was making tea I calmed down a bit. I'm afraid to even imagine what happened while she was driving home. I came back to the room, and Lena had already fallen asleep. Okay, let her rest, she was so nervous.

A couple of hours later, Lena woke up, as if from a push, and began to look around the room in fear.

- Quiet, I'm here. Was it a bad dream? Tell me what happened, honey.

- I left the hospital, wanted to get into the car, when someone came up from behind and put a knife to my throat. I didn't see his face. But I was told that if I didn't pay my brother's debt, first you would suffer, and then I would.

And Lena started crying again. I moved closer to her, hugged her and thought about what was best to do in such a situation.

- Let's calm you down first, we'll call my friends and tell them your story. They are former cops, they run their own security agency, but they still have connections.

- I'm scared. What if they really do something to us? Igor, are you sure?

- We won't know until we try. I call them, and you call your boss and ask for sick leave or vacation, okay?

- Okay, - and finally she smiled.

Having called her co-workers, and later her friends, we agreed to meet at our place in an hour.

Lena had agreed at work to take a week's sick leave. I think that would be enough for her to come to her senses a little after what had happened.

After some persuasion, Lena agreed to have dinner, even though it was already around 10 pm. The guys were supposed to arrive at 10.

The doorbell rang just in time. They decided to talk in the kitchen, over a cup of tea, they decided to drink something strong after a good resolution of the situation.

- Well, Igor, we understand. First, we'll try our channels, collect all the information and decide how to help you. We're glad you're well, - said Pasha.

- That's right, and you've even found yourself such a beautiful wife. It's us who still live with our jobs, and can't find each other good hands, - said Ilyusha, laughing.

We seem to be friends, but we're as similar as brothers.

- Don't stare at my wife, - I know he's joking, but I couldn't help but answer. - Guys, thank you very much for helping us. I'd talk to her brother myself, but I can't stand on my own two feet yet.

- Igor, we understand everything. Come see us tomorrow, we'll document the bruises, we need to fix the cut.

- Okay, we'll be there in the morning, - Lena said a little sleepily.

- Okay, we'll go, you need some rest after such a day.

After seeing the guests off, we got ready for bed and went to bed. That night I held Lena even closer to me, although she threw her arm and leg over me to be closer. And I didn't mind.

To be honest, I slept terribly. How can you sleep peacefully knowing that at any moment some asshole with a gun can come up to Lena again? I'm not worried about myself, I've lived mine and given birth to a new life, so to speak.

The morning was hard. Not only for me.

- You slept badly last night. You were shaking almost every hour. How are you feeling?

Lena was making us breakfast, and I was making tea and coffee.

- It's not me that's important now, but how are you feeling? I was worried about you all night long, - Lena came up to me from behind and hugged me around the waist.

- What will happen to me at night at home, when I'm in bed with such a man? - and she gently bit my neck, and then kissed me.

- We're not going anywhere now, but we'll go to bed if you continue in the same spirit, - I turned my head towards her and she kissed my neck.

- Maybe that's what I'm trying to achieve, but not in bed, but somewhere else? What do you think?

I turned to Lena and began to push her towards the nightstand, fortunately she was naked. I helped her sit on it and came closer, pressing my hips against hers. I wanted to show that I was not against such a development of events. Judging by her look and pink cheeks, she understood my hint.

I'm very glad that we weren't ready to go out yet and were dressed in something that could be easily removed. Lena was wearing a silk robe, what was underneath it I hadn't seen yet. So I ran my hands up her legs to her hips, opening her robe with these movements.

- Hm, is my future wife a naughty girl? I like this look.

- Well, I'm trying for my husband. But you're not trying for me, - Lena said reproachfully.

She put her hands on my shoulders, squeezed them slightly and began to lower them down my body to my sweatpants.

- You're wearing too many clothes, honey, - and kissed me on the lips, simultaneously pulling down my pants along with my boxers.

The kiss was gentle, soft, we were in no hurry to pounce on each other. I knew that Lena liked it when I touched her breasts. Therefore, one of my hands immediately lay on her round hemispheres. Her n*****s stuck out invitingly, having slightly squeezed one n****e, I immediately moved on to the other. Lena's moan was faintly audible, because we never broke the kiss.

Her hands were already stroking my abs, then my buttocks, then my excited p***s. Now our moans and heavy breathing interfered with the kisses.

My other hand, which was on her waist, went down and I ran my fingers along her smooth pubis, then lower to her wet v****a.

- More...

Lena needed this release and made a couple more gentle movements, and then slowly entered her all the way. We looked into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds, and then Lena herself pushed me by the buttocks to act.

We did not have wild, hot and sharp movements. Everything was on such a verge of tenderness and love, I caught her every emotion, every moan. She tried to stroke almost every millimeter of my body. Kissed every area.

Trying to give her more attention and pleasure, I grabbed her breasts, kissed them, bit and sucked her n*****s. This pushed her to an orgasm, where she was not shy about her feelings and emotions. The scream, which turned into a long moan, spurred me to an equally strong peak.

Breathing heavily, we buried our faces in each other's necks. Echoes of the orgasm were still running through our bodies.

- We're late, right?

- It's okay, they'll wait. I don't think the guys will be too angry with us. Maybe they'll find out something by the time we arrive.

An hour later, dressed, well-fed and happy, we got into a taxi.