The Girl With the Pink Bat
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 18
Ray and I ate pasta, cuddled in front of the TV, and then went to bed. Making love with Ray was as amazing as the first night.
The next morning, my pussy was sore and my heart was full of love. I’d taken a shower and my hair was damp, curling softly around my shoulders. I went to work humming a love song. I was wearing a yellow maxi sundress. Jeans didn’t fit me anymore.
Dennis Harris sniffed the air, and paused to send me a strange look.
“What?” I asked as I moved by.
“Are you okay?” he asked, wrinkling his face and sending me the strangest expression.
I frowned. “Sure. Why?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re humming Phil Collins, and wearing perfume. You’re just acting awfully ... girly all of the sudden.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. “Well, thank God I’m a girl then.”
“She has been balling someone.” Floyd added.
“When one sleeps with one’s husband, it’s not called balling,” Dennis corrected Floyd.
I cheerfully gave them both a finger.
Dennis and Floyd continued to watch me, but I kept ignoring them. After a moment, Floyd said, “The pregnancy hormones are really messing with you, aren’t they?”
When I glanced his way, Floyd actually looked concerned, like there might really be something medically wrong with me.
“Shut up, Floyd! Do I need to start carrying my bat again?” I muttered, and kept checking the papers in my hand.
His face cleared, and his shoulders slumped in relief. Then he turned and strode off. I could’ve sworn I heard him say, “Thank God,” as he walked away.
I stared after him for a moment, absolutely stunned.
Dennis laughed his ass off.
Maybe there was something wrong with me. If there was, I knew exactly what the source was. My husband. If I’d changed, it was purely his fault. Ray made my emotions go haywire.
I started humming again. Being married wasn’t a bad thing at all.
By five o’clock, I’d stopped by Jenny’s, and we talked for a long time, discussing my married life. I remembered to send Ray a message to let him know where I was. I even wrote “I love you” at the end and added a couple of hearts. He sent a text back saying that it was okay, and that he was going to be late. At the end he wrote, “I love you too” with three hearts.
I told my sister everything about the misunderstandings I had with Ray.
“Kara,” Jenny said. “His ex cheated on him for the entire time they were together. He obviously has trust issues.”
“Duh, I understand that. Based on what Ray told me, his ex is a cold-heart psycho bitch. But I am nothing like her. He should know that.”
“It’s not about you. It’s about him not being able to trust again. Seeing you hugging Tony triggered something in Ray. He handled it fairly well, considering where he’s coming from.”
I twisted my mouth, and nodded thinking hard. “Yes, he did. He came to me, we talked about it, and we sorted it out.”
“There is something else bothering you,” my sister could always read my thoughts.
“Yeah, I get that his cheating ex turned Ray wary and he has trust issues, but I can’t walk on eggshells around him. That’s not me.”
“Ray trusts you, Kara. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have talked to about what he saw with you. He just needed reassurance. If he didn’t trust you, there is no way he would have married you.
“He knows any distrust for you is stemming from paranoia and has to keep that under control daily. He has been conditioned not to trust his own feelings and decisions at the cruel hands of heartache, pain and loss.”
“Ray says he doesn’t want to love again. He said loving someone hurts.”
“I can understand where he comes from. Do you remember what happened when I tried dating and they knew I was in a wheelchair?”
“Yes, I remember. You were about to give up on love.”
Jenny nodded.
“Put yourself in Ray’s place. He poured out all his love to someone who seemed to be the one, only to found out his entire relationship with her had been a lie. It must have been heartbreaking. Once these feelings wore off, he felt he could breathe again, but, he doesn’t want to go through something like this again. So the thought of loving again is terrifying however necessary to heal.”
I nodded indicating that I was following her.
“Do you love Ray, Kara? Do you truly love him?”
“Yes,” I said without a doubt. “I love Ray with all my heart.”
“Do you think he is the one for you?”
“Yes, I have known since we were in high school.”
“Then, don’t give up on him. Love Ray with all your heart and don’t stop. He will come around and love you. Ray has a long road ahead. Some days you’re going to feel like it’s hopeless, and you might want to stop loving him. Men who went through this hurt also came back stronger. He’ll do anything to make you happy and keep your relationship going because he believes in it. No one can hurt this deep without first being capable of loving on this deep of a level, as well.
“Only true love can heal his suffering. I know you feel like it is one way, but this bothers him too, and he feels more helpless every day because he feels the fear of losing you before he can show you the love you need in return. If you help Ray mend his trust and stick around; you will have a devoted man for life. He’ll never leave you. He’ll never lie. He’ll never cheat. He’ll be yours completely. So, be his. Love your husband, Kara. Be patient with him. You got this.”
“Wow! I didn’t know you were so wise about relationships,” I said, looking at my sister with new eyes.
“I was in Ray’s place. You know my story. My first boyfriend left when he knew I was going to be in a wheelchair for life.”
“I still think I should have smashed Gordon’s balls with my bat.”
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