We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - Don returns home a broken man, but with the help of his wife Lanh, he slowly recovers. Now it is Lanh's turn to chase her dreams and they move to Colorado, where she has taken a teaching position. They meet Karole, and she fast becomes Lanh and Kim-ly's new sister. Unfortunately, life takes some bad turns and tests the mettle of their marriage, and are Lanh's angels benevolent or are they hostile?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Paranormal Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
The next few days were an amazing whirl wind of joy for Karole. She helped with the morning milking, then rode into town with Don and worked the lunch shift at the restaurant. Trung was bussing tables there, and Karole found herself tongue tied whenever he was near. He was taller than anyone else in his family and incredibly handsome, but he never spoke to her.
Karole made so many friends and an amazing amount in tips “for the baby” from the staid and nearly silent Norwegian Bachelor Farmers of Minnesota. Then there was shopping with Mai and Rosa. They drove into Bemidji and went to the big Paul Bunyan Mall, where Karole picked out gifts for Don, Lanh, Kim-ly, Ralph and Sandy for their kindness and generosity. When it came time to check out, Mai always paid and said, “It’s Duong’s treat, put your purse away.”
On Christmas Eve, they had a quiet dinner at the farm. Duong and Mai came out for dinner, and while Don and Lanh scurried around the kitchen preparing dinner, Duong, Ralph, and Kim-ly entertained Karole with stories of Don and Lanh’s engagement ceremony. Karole laughed until her sides hurt as Duong described poor, skinny Don trying to ask a big, mean Duong’s blessing to marry Lanh. “The funny part was that everyone in the room except for Don and Ralph knew what was going on.”
“What do you mean?” asked Karole.
“The entire evening was an Americanized version of a Vietnamese engagement ceremony.”
“Remind me to thank your daughter for not warning me of that,” said Don as he set a perfectly cooked roast beef on the table.
“I didn’t know!” insisted Lanh with a wink to Karole as she set the mashed potatoes and gravy on the table.
Finally, with everyone seated, they ate. “Who is coming with us to candlelight service?” asked Sandy.
“We are,” said Lanh.
The table went silent in shock. “You don’t have any traditions to see to?” asked Kim-ly.
“We’re tired of Pastor Loomis giving us grief,” said Don. “There will be time for tradition after service.”
“We’ll come with you,” said Duong. “Midnight mass at St. Paul’s just isn’t the same without Father Steinbach.”
“Are you two going?” asked Sandy?
“Ah don’t rightly know,” said Karole. “Not with packin’ a child without havin’ a husband. What would that look like?”
Ralph looked at her and softly said, “It would look like the very first Christmas.”
“But Joseph...” said a confused Karole.
“He was her fiancé,” said Duong. “They weren’t married yet. Come with us, you sit next to me. Two Catholics and an unwed mother at Trinity Lutheran? The steeple will collapse!”
“Heck, I’m going to go just to see that,” said Kim-ly.
“Besides Arlo is going to be a shepherd in the nativity,” said Don. “I gotta go support my boy.”
“Arlo is pretty special to you, isn’t he?” asked Karole.
“Tam was pregnant with Arlo when she came to see me at the Wiesbaden Hospital, he’s the first baby I ever felt move and the first baby I ever held,” said Don. “So yeah, we have a special connection.” He didn’t notice the jealousy in Kim-ly’s eyes, but Sandy did.
An hour later, on a wintery Christmas Eve, the family entered Trinity Lutheran church on Main Street in Grant Valley. It wasn’t a church that Karole was used to. She grew up around sprawling Baptist churches that looked like a government building with a cross out front, or little store-front churches. It was a modest white clapboard building with a tall steeple. They entered the church and immediately Karole was swarmed with people she knew, her customers from the restaurant.
“Oh, I’m so glad you came!” gushed Mrs. Farstad. “My oldest, Robert, is in the nativity!”
“Ah ain’t never...”
“You must be here with Ralph and Sandy,” said Mrs. Grady. “Such nice people!”
“Ah guess ah am...”
“You come sit with us!” insisted Mrs. Farstad, and she pulled Karole with them, and they ended up sitting in the third row behind Tam and Jake and his parents, Amy and Joel Johnson. With them sat Tam’s oldest son Chip, who saw the Campbells and shifted back a row to sit between Don and Lanh.
As pageants went, it wasn’t too bad, thought Don. The kids chorus assembled and in the group was Chip’s little brother Liam, and their cousin, Bao and Rosa’s youngest daughter Sophia. Sandy played the piano beautifully and directed the kids as they sang a cappella. The kids in the choir took turns narrating the nativity story and the littlest ones acted it out next to them.
As the shepherds came out, one was leading a sheep on a leash. It was a shaggy cocker spaniel that needed a haircut, and it was Arlo that led the sheep. “Oh, there’s my Robert!” said Mrs. Farstad, her voice full of motherly pride.
“That’s Arlo,” whispered Karole.
“Right,” whispered Don. “But his sheep’s name is Robert.”
“Y’all crazy,” said Karole, trying not to laugh.
At the end of the service, everyone held a lit candle as they sang Silent Night. It was magic to Karole, and she held hands with Lanh as they sang. Afterwards, Lanh led Karole straight to Pastor Loomis, to Karole’s terror. “Lanh!” cried Pastor Loomis. “Are you here to stay?”
“Not yet, but your service just gets better every year,” said Lanh.
“That’s because we’re poaching Nguyens from St. Paul’s,” he said conspiratorially. “Is this Karole?”
“Ah am,” said Karole, trying to hide her belly.
“I have heard so much about you from Lanh. If you ever need someone to talk to, or any other kind of help, my wife Laura and I will be here for you.”
“Thank you, that’s awful kind. As you can see I may find myself in a bit of trouble.”
“That’s ok,” said Pastor Loomis. “Our church isn’t a museum of saints, it’s a hospital for sinners, we’re all rooting for you.”
Later, at home, Karole and Kim-ly sat up and watched old black and white Christmas movies in front of a fire in the fireplace. As soon as Don and Lanh and Sandy and Ralph went to bed, they broke out their gifts and began wrapping.
In ‘Lanh’s Apartment’ Don and Lanh took a long, warm shower together. He sat on the shower chair, and she sat in his lap. “I miss this so much,” whispered Don.
“I know...” said Lanh, and she sighed. The university promised her a spot on the faculty and at the hospital here in Bemidji, but that won’t open up for two more years. “We can hold out, can’t we?”
“Stop, this is our anniversary. The only thing I’m worried about right now is ice skating tomorrow. And Karole ... and Kim-ly ... and Trung ... and dad...”
Lanh silenced him with a kiss and, as their tongues entwined, the unthinkable happened. The hot water faded and cooled. “Thunderation,” groaned Don. “Me thinks a twenty gallon heater no longer shall suffice!”
“Prithee my lord, convey me to yon ingle where we shalt warm by the fire and bumpeth uglies,” said Lanh.
“Ah fair Ingle! Thy warmth is needed to toast my ladies bodice bunnies. Let us hie thee yonder and join giblets and bask in a horizontal refreshment!” said Don as he dried off Lanh. Their silly archaic speaking is a constant game between them, both trying to get the other person to laugh and to show off the unfamiliar words they picked up in the crossword puzzle. This week’s word, ingle, an archaic word for fireplace, was found by Lanh.