Thread: Darkness of Love (Treblemaker x Daltin)

I really don't want to go to this thing, pleaded Daniel as he watched his wife getting ready. Despite his protests, he was picking out his clothing for the gathering that was going to start in the next few hours. Grabbing a pair of crisp, pressed black slacks that clung to lean but strong legs, cupping the firm, round cheeks of his ass but mostly clinging to his crotch. It was both flattering and annoying how the material snug uncomfortably against his penis, trapping it against his left thigh. Looking up from the bed, he watched his wife's face in the mirror as she explained how important this event was for her. Her dearest friend had her first kid and she missed the baby shower. So tonight, they were going to have a dinner welcoming the new life of motherhood. The women she worked with at the ghetto outreach program were going to be there. Women talking about motherhood, raising kids, drinking wine and that was it. No men, except him. It wasn't just the fact that he was going to be sitting there, smiling and trying to contribute where he can without hearing the constant flow of, Men could never understand the pain of giving birth, or the connection mothers have. But the pain that he feels when hearing all of this stuff. The room is filled with women, all who have had children very recently, some of them on round two of children, except for his wife. No children filled this enormous home with the pitter patter of feet, or more accurately, the sound of toys crashing, or buttons being pressed repeatedly as though the sound made was the most mesmerizing music in the world. It was not Daniel's choice. Sliding his arms into his button down shirt, he watched his wife, a woman who cared about her appearance more than anything. A child would ruin her body, she claimed on more than one occasion. Condoms. Condoms. Condoms. Never risking the chance of having a kid. When Daniel first looked at this enormous, two story, eight bedroom, four bedroom home, with completely furnished basement, he had planned for a big family. A family that never came. Nimble fingers drew the buttons together over toned, hard abs and dense, hard chest before closing tight about his thick neck. Alright, fine. I will come. I know this is a big deal for you. No need to beg, grumbled Daniel as he rose to his feet and ran a hand through his short, light brown hair so that the hairs would stand up in a more purposeful way. With that, he was ready for the guests and so he left his wife alone to prepare. Strolling downstairs and into the kitchen, he began to set the table, making sure silverware was where it needed to be, checking on the food. Despite what most of the guests will think, the delicious foods they will be enjoying tonight were prepared by him. A aged honey ham, family recipes of collard greens and mashed potatoes, pies for desert. He had a passion for cooking, outside of his normal job. Everything was set, the guests were soon to arrive and already he was growing nervous. Crowds of people were not really his favorite things. The thundering in his ears was not an approaching storm, but that pounding of his own heart. Eyes shifted back to the main door, unable to rest even as he watched a documentary on TV. The sounds of cars began to pull up the round drive way leading to his home and everything slowed for a moment, the sound of shoes and heels gathered at the door and he knew, no matter he might try and wish it away, the doorbell was about to ring. Here it comes.