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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,465
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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My own original work of fiction. Any character resembling any person living or dead is purely coincidential.
Heroes of the Heart
SO1 Chris Helushka woke from a deep sleep, his shoulder aching from lying on his side in his bunk. His first waking thought was of his beautiful wife, Ann, who at home, was most likely asleep. He hated leaving her like he does when he gets called out on deployment, but Ann understands all too well. Ann supported Chris being a SEAL, knowing it was the only thing Chris wanted in his professional life. He glances at his watch, realizing back home in Virginia Beach it was close to midnight, knowing his beautiful wife was asleep, hopefully dreaming of him. Chris set off in search of a computer on the base, to write his wife a long overdue email.
Ann Helushka turned over in bed, her hand instinctively falling on the gentle swell of her belly. Chris had been gone nearly three months now, and Ann was miserably lonely. Chris’ sister, Angie, was usually busy with work and school, and most of Ann’s friends were civilians and didn‘t understand. Other SEAL wives really didn’t converse with Ann, mostly because Ann was older than Chris, and not one of the other wives really understood that age was just a number. Ann had plans to go out shopping at MacArthur Mall later in the day with Angie, but that wasn’t for quite a long time. Ann rolled out of bed, throwing on one of Chris’ worn brown uniform tee-shirts before she went downstairs and out onto the deck. Ann pulled her arms around her chest, staring out across the dark Atlantic, watching the waves crash against the shore. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek from bright blue eyes, “Chris, I’m so alone without you; I wish you knew about your son I carry within me.” Ann wiped away the tears before she walked back into the house to try and sleep. SB2 John McCutcheon stretched as he stepped out of his Jeep. It had been a long day at work on Amphib Little Creek, running training scenarios for SEALs. He was looking forward to seeing her, feel her skin under his fingers, get drunk on her scent, her juices, feel her warm breath on his neck. She was like a drug, one he partook in whenever possible; John couldn’t stand being away from her. A shower, some dinner, and the hunger would be fed once more. HMC Angie Hayduk stripped out of her working cammies, eager for a shower, a hot meal and bed. Her husband, CMC Ben Hayduk, was deployed for the next year to Afghanistan, and it was getting lonely. She started the shower, the granite shower walls instantly coming to life, the bathroom filling with steam. The hot water caressing her skin, relieving the years of tension built up under her toned muscles. Soon, his hands would be on her skin, relieving a whole other kind of tension. HMCS Matt Helushka stood inside the conex box like building he called home, watching the rain pour on the desert. For the last three years he had moved between the deserts, keeping freedom free. He was a Navy Corpsman, always was, always will be, only this time it was for a private security company rather than the U.S. government. Lima Company made sure he was well paid for his work, keeping their men alive. He thought of his house in Virginia Beach, of his daughter in law, Ann, in the house by herself. He thought of enjoying a Cuban cigar on the deck, with a stout Jack and Coke, watching the waves roll in off the Atlantic. He hoped his son, Chris, would make it home before him, just to get things in order. Matt hated the thought of the men in the family all deployed at the same time. Chris and Ben were stuck in Iraq, while Matt was in Afghanistan. CMC Ben Hayduk threw a wrench across the shop, nearly taking out a tire on a humvee. He was hot, sweaty, tired and frustrated. The equipment operators kept destroying the machinery, and he kept having to fix it, day in, day out. He was getting tired of the grind of deployment, of Afghanistan, of his 3rd classes not doing their jobs and the 2nd classes letting them do it. It had been a few weeks since he last got a box from his wife, full of snacks, and a pillowcase sprayed with her perfume. It was the most exquisite torture, opening that Ziploc bag and catching her scent. He needed to email her, just to vent, even though he knew she was busy with work and her friends. Maybe he would see what Nika was up to after work, just to relieve some tension.