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Daniel 08 March 2018, Thursday 1010 AM Martha's Building
Matt paid out and sent his contractors home yesterday. His cost estimates were REALLY close, and the work was done a few days earlier than he estimated.
This morning we arrive back at the finished building and Martha does a few things. First she hands out copies of the building key to myself and to Matt. We test our keys on the locks and let ourselves into our newly renovated and updated building. Then she gives him a $5,000 cash bonus for the quality and the speed of his efforts.
"You know, if I didn't need this for an upcoming move I wouldn't take it." Matt looks from the envelope in his hand to Martha. "Thanks Martha."
"You're welcome. But if you didn't earn it I wouldn't give it to you." She motions at the space. "What you've done here," she takes a moment and looks all around, "it's amazing." Her eyes come back to him. "You're a master of your craft. And you should be rewarded for it."
I have to agree with her. The gym space has locker rooms with showers and restroom facilities, reinforced floors in the area destined for free weights, mirrors on that wall, updated and refurbished windows to let in as much natural light as possible, a beautiful front desk with counter, an office, a cleverly partitioned sauna, and there was even space for a break room shared by the entire building.
The upstairs has Saul's studio with its abundance of windows, nice bamboo floor, and mats for stretching in a neat pile in a corner. Saul has already purchased a sound system, and is in the process of wiring and setting that up in his space. Though reluctant to commit to teaching yoga classes at first, he realizes Martha really wants him there and now he's all in.
Martha's upstairs space is austere, and shares the same bamboo flooring as the yoga studio. It's a little darker inside as she is on the north side of the building, but there's plenty of light if she wants it from fixtures in there. And Martha likes that the space is naturally a bit darker. It's open, there's plenty of room to move, and that's all she really needs.
In short, the building is ready. Our first big shipment of equipment is due to arrive today, and Matt is looking forward to putting machines together. Some of the more complicated ones will need welding, but he's able to do that, and he rented a portable welder for the purpose. The rest of us can help with the stuff that doesn't require welding. We're as ready as we are gonna be for this.
Which is good ... because a couple of semis just pulled up on the street in front of the building. We had set up cones for the trucks earlier, and talked to the businesses nearby about what was going on. I run out and pull the cones off the street, and the trucks pull into the space.
Matt joins me outside and he grins at me. I can't help but return the expression. Okay. The real work is about to start. I'm so excited!
Wayne's Journal 11 March 2018, Sunday 840 PM Our Place
Everyone JUST left. What a week! But thank god for everyone's efforts. We would never have a chance to pull this off without them. Not even close.
So much is happening, all at once. I'll try and remember it all.
A few days ago Laura and Matt put their house up for sale in San Diego, and they immediately got an offer for their asking price. Then they got a few more till they ended up $50,000 over. The market there is crazy! They accepted that last one, which amounts to $550,000, and Laura is there trying to get it wrapped up with the realtor. Matt was stressing about finding a place to live for them all when it sells, at least until Daniel offered to put up his family while they look. That's my Daniel. :-)
The wedding is in a few days. DAYS! Laura is flying here with the kids on March 15th, and the wedding is only a couple of days after that. I'm going a little crazy thinking about it. Our timelines are so tight ... there's so much going on. But it has to happen on the 17th. That's my tribute to mom. I want to share my anniversary with her birthday. I don't know why it's so important to me, but it is. And it's gonna happen.
Speaking of days till the wedding ... I convinced Daniel our mokume rings will work as our wedding bands. Mine is a tiny bit loose on my left ring finger, but not bad at all. And Daniel's fits him perfectly on both hands. It would feel strange to think of another ring as my wedding band, and the one I have is all I want.
Since Laura is trying to get their house sold in San Diego, Anna is working with her on wedding prep. She has her own work, and her own life, but she has really stepped up to help out. I have to figure out some sort of financial compensation for the both of them. It's definitely work, and there's a reason people get paid to plan this stuff. I also decided on a song. It's Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts. I picked it, mainly a tribute to Daniel, and his struggle to finally get to where we are now. But it easily applies to us both. It feels fitting. The rest of the format for the ceremony itself is decided. Daniel and I both need to write our vows, and I've already started. It's so hard to put into words what I want to express, but I'm going to try.
Saul and I stop working for the clinic, officially on Friday, 16 March. We're both working right up till the very last minute too. I'm turning over everything I can to a woman named Brenda that they hired. She has more schooling but less experience than I do. She's a little green, and is a bit nervous, but I think she'll be fine. It'll be up to her to replace Saul, and she's already looking. That's all I can really do on that front - just make sure she's as prepared as she can be. It feels a bit like I'm taking a swan dive into the unknown ... giving up a good job like this. But if the gym does well then I'll be fine. Also, the lack of a mortgage in my life enables me to take the risk pretty easily. Now's the time.
The guys and Martha have been madly assembling gym equipment. But holy shit, there's a lot to do. There are cardio machines, racks for the dumbbells, benches, weight machines of all sorts, cable stations ... the list goes on and on. Even with all of us pulling as many hours as we could we began to realize that there was no way we'd finish by our self imposed open date of 26 March.
Grayson actually saved the day on the time crunch issue. Yesterday he looked up from putting together one of the benches and eyed the boxes of equipment we still had yet to go. "You know ... why don't we contact the university? Ask if there are any Kinesiology students who would be interested in getting paid minimum wage to put machines together. They'll be familiar with the equipment already, and they can use the money." Daniel and Matt both loved the idea. Today there were a half dozen students there, and things are now happening quickly. A number of them even expressed interest in partnering with the gym to train clients of their own. Yeah, this is gonna work out fine.
I think that's all of the big stuff. We were all just here at the house, conferring and talking about ALL of it. Everyone is worn out, but happy and excited. I'm so thankful for them.
Daniel was beat. As soon as everyone left he looked at me. "Wayne, I need to get to bed." He stood and stretched. "I've got an in person session tomorrow, early." He sighed. "I should have rescheduled, but I didn't contact her soon enough to. My own fault."
I stood up with him and pressed my body against his in a hug. "You've been really going Daniel. Not a single waking hour goes by that you're not doing something." I looked up at his face and rubbed his hair. "You need some downtime. You've been at it constantly, for weeks now." I put my hand on the side of his face. "I'm worried about you."
He sighed. "I'm all right. But yeah, I know. Definitely feeling the non-stop work." He looked fondly at me. "But, you make it bearable. You help keep me going." He bent and kissed me. It lingered, and my hands roamed up to the back of his neck and I held him in place as my tongue slowly explored his mouth. He groaned around my mouth and pulled back.
"Okay, I think we can both use some together time." He grinned at me and took my hand. "Come on."
I already decided I was in charge tonight, and Daniel seemed to need that. He smiled as we stood by the bed, and as I stripped us.
I could feel his desire, both the obvious physical proof as his cock dug into my hip, and from his eyes. Yet I knew that he's a bit worn down too. So yeah. I'm driving.
I pushed him onto his back and took position between his legs. He automatically moved his hips so his ass was against my groin and I leaned over him. We kissed slowly, deeply and our hands roamed over one another. There was no hurry, only a comfortable closeness and a languid surrender - me to him and him to me.
I lubed us generously, and Daniel looked up at me. His green eyes moved around my face and he reached up to put a hand on the side of my head. "I know I say it a lot ..." he licked his lips, "but I really love you Wayne." He shook his head a little. "I love you more than I ever thought possible."
I positioned myself against him and gently began to push. Daniel arched his neck and swallowed as I entered him. "I know Daniel." I bent and kissed him, and I gradually sank deeper into my lover as we kissed. I pulled my lips back, and our foreheads still touched. "I feel the same way. There's no stopping it either." I bit my lip, and willed myself to not let emotion conquer me tonight. Instead I began to make love to him. He sighed as my hips moved.
I reached down and took him in my hand. It was nice and slick and warm for him, and he exhaled as the dual stimulation of my dick inside him and my grip began his wonderful journey toward his finish. He opened his eyes, and locked his gaze upon me. I love his eyes. I love everything about him.
I kissed him again. I had to taste his lips. We made out and it became more insistent as we went, and as our ograsms neared. I felt it start to hit me, and I groaned. Then I pushed all the way forward, completely inside him, and let loose my first volley. His jaw dropped and he moaned. His cock spasmed in my hand, and I began to smell semen as he unloaded on his muscular belly.
We both finished with a shudder, and we breathed heavily into our shared space. We slowly calmed, and I heard him smile as I lay against him. "Now that's a recipe for sleeping well." He laughed quietly, and I grinned.
"Glad I could help with that." I pulled back, and our bodies separated. Daniel grimaced as my cock slipped out of him.
"Though this particular sleeping pill is a little messy." We both giggled.
I got up then helped him to his feet. We went into the bathroom for clean up, and a quick rinse in the shower. Then we were right back in bed. Daniel is out - I don't think I've ever seen him go to sleep so fast. And he is in his spot, right next to me, face against my hip as I journal.
I'm gonna lay down with him now.
Till next time.
Wayne's Journal 15 March 2018, Thursday 615 PM Our Place
We're all together again! Laura and the kids flew in this morning for the ceremony that's happening this Saturday. Oh my god ... I'm getting married in two days. Wow.
I just ... I wish mom and dad could be here. That's my only regret - that they never got to see me living this wonderful life with Daniel. I know, maybe they wouldn't have expected that I'd find happiness with a man. But I also know they would have been fine with it.
Once, when mom asked about my last break up, years ago ... I told her it just didn't feel right and that's why I ended things. She looked me in the eye. "Well, one day you're going to find what you need." She patted my knee and smiled. "And when that person comes along, you'll know." Huh ... `that person'. No pronouns. Maybe she knew something about how I'd end up after all. Miss you mom. You too dad. :-(
On a happier note, Antonio is going to be here tomorrow night! Martha and Daniel's dad is flying up, courtesy of Daniel. I hope he approves of me. I can understand why he'd be protective of Daniel, after what his son went through with Jason. And I just have to keep that in mind. Daniel said that his dad never liked Jason at all, and that he made it known too. Hindsight is of course 20/20, and Daniel now understands why. But at the time he said it felt pretty unfair. All I can do is be me ... and I just hope that's enough.
We're all making a trip to the building tonight to do a couple of hours of work. We have gotten really far along on everything, and we've saved most of the easy stuff for the end. All the welding is done - thanks to Matt. Now it's just assembling all the remaining machines. The college kids helped a ton, however we still have a ways to go. But now it's just things that everyone can help get done. We think we can be finished in another week. So ... yeah, heading there and gonna knock out what we can.
Okay, we're moving out.
Till next time.
Daniel 15 March 2018, Thursday 630 PM Our Building
We get to the building. Grayson, Davis, Anna, Matt and his family all pile into the place. The kids wanted to see it, and I can hear excited little voices from the open doors of the gym. I love that they're interested and excited.
Martha, Saul, Wayne and I linger outside. We're trying to decide how much parking we're going to need, if any. There's a side lot next to the building, and we're going over the numbers. If the street won't handle the influx of members then we'll rent the lot space from the owner and make it dedicated parking for our customers.
As we talk a black pick-up pulls into the lot in question and a tall figure emerges. I don't recognize the outline, but it begins to move toward us.
"Eddie." Martha's eyes narrow, and sure enough he steps under the light at the corner of our building, revealing himself. "Why are you here?" Her voice holds no fear, only a challenge to the big man.
He's about 20 feet away from us, close enough for us to see his face. Eddie works his jaw. "You bastards got me fired." His hands flex. "I've worked construction my whole life, an' now I'm blackballed. I'm local here. That work was my whole life." His face is a mix of anger and disgust. "An' you TOOK it from me."
"We didn't take anything from you." Wayne says. I had told him about what happened, so he knew how it went down.
Eddie raises his head at Wayne. "Oh, I know about you. I know about all of you. Been doin' my research." He glowers at our group. "An' you did take my life from me." He reaches into his jacket and pulls a handgun. "An' now you're gonna pay. Startin' with the bitch."
He aims the gun at Martha, and Saul screams. Saul jumps and pushes Martha. The gun goes off, and Saul's head jerks to the side.
I feel something spray my face, and I realize with a start that it's blood. Saul collapses to the ground in a heap.
Martha rolls with the force of Saul's push. She's on her feet in a split second, and wordlessly she is moving toward Eddie. But he doesn't anticipate she could possibly be a threat, and he focuses on me instead. I see the glint in his eye and the hate in his expression. The gun comes up. Everything's happening so fast ...
"No!" Wayne tackles me from the side just as the firearm goes off. I feel a terrific force strike us, and Wayne stiffens against my body. We both land in a tangle of arms and legs on the pavement.
By this point Martha is on Eddie. He glares down at her, and tries to bring the gun to bear. She side steps his arm. One of her hands impacts the inside of his wrist, and the other smacks the outside of his hand, hard. The gun flies out of his grip, and skitters away into the dark, across the sidewalk. He grunts with surprise.
"I'm going to kill you." Martha said it with a perfectly calm voice. "You took my Saul. I'm going to kill you."
I get up. I see Martha has Eddie disarmed, and I turn back to Wayne. I can see he's bleeding. He's breathing hard, and he's hurt. Wayne is on his side, and his face is a grimace of pain. There's a wound on his upper back, just beneath his right shoulder blade. I know anatomy ... and it's close, but it looks like it just missed his lung. I quickly look for an exit wound and there isn't one. The bullet is still inside him.
Eddie throws a vicious punch at her, but Martha pivots and strikes him with a knuckle strike hard under his arm. I hear a rush of air leave his lungs, and Eddie's expression changes from anger to one of surprise.
By now Davis, Grayson and Matt have all exited the building. Grayson kneels down beside me. "Here!" I grab his hand. "Hold pressure on the wound! I have to check on Saul." I can hear the dread in my own voice. Grayson complies with a nod, and Wayne grits his teeth in pain as Grayson presses the palm of his hand against the bleeding wound.
Eddie changes tactics, and steps back, trying to take advantage of his longer limbs. Martha lets him, and just as he reaches the limit of her reach she twists and mule kicks him with a terriffic amount of force in the groin. He doubles over. "You're going to die here." Martha says, and Eddie looks up. For the first time he has fear on his face.
I kneel down next to Saul. He is laying face down, and there's blood pooling under his head. I'm so afraid to turn him over - afraid of what I'll see. I reach and support his neck, and I roll him as a single unit so as not to twist his cervical vertebra. Somewhere in my mind I register Davis calling 911.
The big man tries to turn toward his truck. As he pivots away Martha kicks down on the side of his knee, and I hear a sickening snap. He cries out and goes down to the ground.
There's a groove along the side of Saul's head. The bullet grazed the right side, skipped off his skull, and kept going. There was no penetration of his skull, but there is a lot of blood from the injury. He looks awful, but he is alive. He actually blinks, and blood continues to flow down the side of his face from the groove cut by the bullet.
Martha kicks Eddie directly in the face as he tries to roll up to his knees. He throws his hands up to try and ward her off, and she straddles his chest. One of her legs shoots straight up and she brings it down, heel first like an axe, impossibly fast, blasting through his attempt to protect himself and impacting his clavicle. I hear another snap and Eddie screams in pain and terror. "I ... am ... going ... to ... KILL YOU!" Martha is now screaming.
"Martha ..." Saul gasps. Her head jerks around, and their eyes connect. He gives her a pained smile. "No baby." He licks his lips. "No."
Martha's face shatters into a sob. She runs from Eddie and kneels beside Saul. Davis reaches him. He has his own shirt in his hands and uses it to hold pressure on his wound. "We've got you brother. Help's on the way." Saul flinches in pain from the pressure against his injury, but his eyes never leave Martha's.
"You'll be okay." Martha tells him. She reaches for his hand. "You have to be okay."
Saul smiles up at her. He's really pale, and his eyes are heavy. His wound has bled a lot, and I worry about that.
I quickly check Eddie and the man is laying on his back. Matt stands over him, with one of our 45 lb bars in his hands. Matt looks like he'd be happy to use it too. Eddie's not going anywhere. I can hear sirens, and I turn back to check on Wayne.
My Wayne.
He's on his side and is breathing shallowly. Grayson continues to hold pressure on his wound, a grim look on his face. Wayne stares at me. His hand is stretched on the sidewalk and I reach for it. When I do he squeezes mine. I lay down with him on the pavement so we're face to face.
I cry. I can't help but.
He's gray with pain, but a slight smile pulls at his lips. "I am yours, and you are mine." He whispers.
I laugh a little through my tears. "You are mine, and I am yours."
I lay there, and we look at one another. There's a flashing of lights, red and blue. And a bunch of feet on pavement, and official sounding voices.
But I continue to look into the brown eyes of the man I love.
He's all that matters.
Daniel 16 March 2018, Friday 520 AM St Joe's Hospital
Martha and I sit together in the ward waiting room. I've been awake all night, completely unable to sleep. Martha and Laura only caught fitful bits here and there. Right now Laura is stretched out, and has managed to doze a little. We leave her alone.
The rest of them are all at our house. They were here initially, but Laura, Martha and I sent them home. It's better for the kids, and we'd let them know as soon as we had news.
Martha stares forward, her eyes hollow and haunted. I reach and put my hand on her back. She swallows, and silently leans over till her head rests on my shoulder. She squeezes her eyes shut, and tears run down her face.
We've both cried a lot tonight. And right now we wait. They've been in surgery for hours. Any one of a thousand things can go wrong, and I try not to think about any of them.
The door to the ward opens, and a man in scrubs, we recognize him instantly as Saul's surgeon, Dr. Berg, comes into the room. We both stand up. Martha's face betrays her nervousness.
"Doctor?" The reason for the question in her tone is obvious, and it hangs in the air like an anvil.
"Hi folks." He smiles. "Saul's going to be fine." Martha's face slumps in relief and she sits heavily with her face in her hands. "He's going to have a hell of a scar, but he's going to be okay. He came really close to needing a blood transfusion, but his numbers met our cut off, and with time and care he'll be fine without one."
I pat her back and I look at Dr. Berg. "Thank you doc." I frown with concern. "Any word on Wayne?" I know he's not Wayne's surgeon, but I also know it's not a big hospital. They don't get gunshot victims very often, and those cases attract attention.
"Last I heard they were nearly done with him." Dr. Berg reaches and puts a hand on my shoulder. "He's a healthy guy, and you guys kept him from losing a lot of blood. He's got everything going for him."
I nod and he turns with a final reassuring smile at me and walks back through the doors onto the surgical ward.
I sit back down and I wait, my heart numb in my chest.