We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
It was twenty-two hundred hours (ten PM) when the phone on the table next to the bed rang. Lanh was on her laptop looking for employment, she could find teaching jobs, and she could find clinical jobs, but she couldn’t find full-time positions for either, nor could she find a part time clinical position close to a part time teaching position. She wanted both. At UND she learned they go together so nicely. She can take what she learned from the clinic and apply it to the teaching position, and vice versa, so two part-time positions close to each other would be nice. Don was fast asleep. He had another day of surgery in the morning, but they’re still on schedule for the hop across the pond. Wendy is ready, and Lanh was told that Cynthia will make the trip too.
Lanh picked up the phone with the annoying ring and answered, “Hello?”
“Ma’am, this is Sergeant Luna with the Ramstein MARS station, are you familiar with MARS?”
Lanh scoffed; she was more familiar with MARS than the sergeant volunteer talking to her right now. After a year of operating the MARS station AGA8OS out of Osan, like Don, she did it so she could call family back home more often, and like Don, she now has a ham license, KO4JPN. Here in the Wiesbaden hospital, she’s made a few MARS calls to Tam, Don’s dad, and her mom. “Roger dat,” she said.
Not believing her, Sergeant Luna gave her a full briefing on how to use the system. He ended his briefing by saying, “This is cool, I’ve never had a call originate in the states.”
“It happens,” she said. “I had a few stateside calls come into the station at Osan.”
It sounded to Sergeant Luna that she said she operated a MARS station, but she’s a dependent! It made no sense to him, but he’s never been to Korea. He heard that’s where the Real Air Force lives. Lanh heard him connect the phone to the radio and start the mantra that begins a transmission, “Alfa Foxtrot Charlie Three Golf Delta, this is Alpha Gulf Alpha Two Romeo Sierra, we have your number one on the line, go ahead when ready.”
Then she heard a familiar voice that she hadn’t heard in a decade say, “Ok, Kimmy, go ahead when you’re ready.” Then “Hi Lanh, this is Kim-ly ... over.”
Lanh knew a MARS call wasn’t a conversation. You send all your headlines and the person you are talking to does the same when it’s their turn. “Hi Kim-ly what’s up? Don is asleep, we will be flying out of here on Wednesday. Don had the braces removed from his arm on Friday, tomorrow he is getting his left leg reset, he’s not looking forward to it, but it should finish up work on that leg ... over.”
“Tam had her baby this morning,” came Kim-ly’s excited call. “She was right, it was a boy! Six pounds, eleven ounces ... His name is Arlo ... over.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” The sisters chatted back and forth about Don and Arlo until their five minutes were up and were even able to get an extra two minutes in, then they said their goodbyes. Just as Lanh was about to hang up, she blurted, “It was good to hear you again Rudy!”
The stateside side of the connection, AFC3GD, called out, “AGA2RS, is that number one Lanh Campbell? Over.”
“Roger, roger Rudy. I’m here at Wiesbaden hospital with Don, we’re hoping to catch a flight back to New Mexico in a couple of days ... over.”
“I want to apologize, I thought she said Kimmy instead of Kim-ly, I would have recognized you if I was hearing her correctly. It was so good to hear you again, I’m sorry for the circumstances, over.”
“It’s great to hear from you one more time, Rudy,” said Lanh with a tear in her eye. “You were there for us at the start of this journey, it’s only fitting you should be there as we end our time in the military. MARS even got us started in a great hobby so, seven three from KB0LVZ and KO4JPN, and we’ll be clear on your final ... over.”
“Very good, very good, two hams in the family, that’s great. It was good to hear from you again my friend, good luck to you on your future endeavors.” There was so much more he wanted to say, but he has their call signs now. He can look up their addresses and send them a snail-mail QSL Card with a paragraph about how great it was to hear old customers again. He gave Lanh his civilian call sign, which she wrote in her address book. She vowed to write him a nice thank you note right away.
Before his surgery Don insisted on stopping by and seeing Cynthia, they couldn’t dissuade him from wanting to do this, but instead they swung by Wendy’s room, she too had moved up to the inpatient ward and was just down the hall from him. She was sitting up in a wheelchair, a marked improvement, and she was telling a volunteer how she was going to dance with her husband when she got home. Her long, beautiful hair was now in a box; her head was shaved like Cynthia and Don to treat the skull fractures they suffered, but hers were more severe than Don, Cynthia, and the surviving McDonnell Douglas contractor.
Most of the other injured airmen had been shipped off to their home station. In all, there were twelve injured airmen and three McDonnell Douglas contractors. Mac had died immediately. His co-worker died from his wounds in a Saudi Arabian hospital. Two USAF airmen died on scene, the remaining ten were flown to Wiesbaden. Sal Jeffries, the surviving McDonnell Douglas contractor, had been flown to Wiesbaden. There, Salwas interviewed extensively by Col. Gilliam, Don’s wing commander, and Doctor Tam Nguyen.
Don’s surgery was not a complex matter this time. His left tibia had to be realigned. It wasn’t set properly in the initial emergency and had a low priority. His other injuries took priority. His spine was so damaged they couldn’t give him an epidural, so he went under general anesthesia, but he took a long time to come out of it. In the recovery room, Lanh sat composing her note to Rudy. She had looked up his call sign and found that he was Rudolph Flaminio and lives on Long Island New York.
Finally, Don woke up and gasped, “Baby?” He started looking around in a panic. He even sat up to look, which caused a lot of pain. Zoomer and Lanh had to ease him back down before he tore open some of Doctor Ortiz’s work. “What are you looking for em yêu?”
“It doesn’t matter,” sighed Don. “It was just a dream.”
“Tell me,” Lanh said as she leaned close.
“It was dumb, I dreamed I was laying here, half awake, but I had a little baby with me tucked between my arm and my side. That’s all, I dreamed about lying in bed with a baby. As I was taking a nap with a baby, your angel picked him up and left. Then I woke up in my dream, and then I woke up for real,” he said. “Told you it was dumb.”
Lanh leaned forward just a little more and gave him a kiss. “It sounds peaceful, maybe she decided it was what you needed. Or maybe you were dreaming about Arlo.”
“Yeah, it was peaceful,” said Don, “but it wasn’t Arlo. It’s ... it’s weird, I knew who it was ... maybe it was Arlo I don’t know. When your angel came and picked him up, she said, “That’s about enough time for you,” and she left with him.” He didn’t want to say it to Lanh, but in his dream, he had such a sense of belonging that he and the baby were a team.
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