1. Max and Rosie Pt. 2


    Date: 7/6/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    the garden and it felt good to be outside and feel the warm sun. Max had fixed the wire fence and mowed the grass. Within a few weeks, the lettuce and spinach came up and they transplanted the tomatoes and pepper plants they bought at Chapman's Garden Center. As the weeks became months, Rosie continued to fade away, hardly eating, sleeping most of the day, going to the bathroom in the potty on her bed. She was disappearing more and more from his life as his feelings for Robin grew stronger. When Robin gardened, she often wore a faded blue baseball cap and her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes, and Max would stop what he was doing and watch her. He loved how vigorously she worked, how she looked in the tight cutoffs or jeans. She would look up and see him leaning on the shovel or rake, looking at her and she'd say, “Hey, dreamer. Get to work.” He loved how she came into the kitchen with dirt on her cheek and gulped down glasses of water. At night, while Rosie slept in the hospital bed they had rented, Max slept in the bed they once shared and thought about Robin and how much he loved her and wished he could make love to her. He was torn between his desire for her and wondered how crazy it was that he was still being faithful to Rosie when she didn't know who he was. They were married, but it no longer felt like a marriage. He felt guilty for thinking about her death and how relieved he would be. He wondered if he loved her or the memory of her, and it became more ...
    and more painful to see her look at him with a blank look in her eyes. Sometimes he stood by the bed while Robin adjusted it and he felt her energy, her caring for Rosie and it made him love her even more. I wish I had the guts to just go into her room at night and make love to her. He knew it wouldn't be long before Rosie would die. He didn't know how long, but knew it was inevitable that he would no longer need a nurse and Robin would leave. The thought confused and disturbed him. It also filled him with guilt and dread. I don't know what I'll do when she leaves. He cherished how they sat together after dinner and talked about this and that, but mostly they talked about the garden and how Rosie was that day. Robin enjoyed cooking for Max and they were having salads from the garden most nights. Often, Max helped by slicing the onions and Robin would see the burning tears in his eyes and would laugh and say, “Thanks for slicing the onions.” Sometimes they would go out on the patio and look up at the full moon and Max would think about how he and Rosie loved to sit out on the patio on summer nights and look at the moon and the fireflies and listen to the crickets. “Rosie and I used to sit out here like this, night after night.” Robin smiled and nodded. “That must have been nice. It’s beautiful here.” Many nights, Max and Robin watched movies on the couch. They sat close to each other and shared popcorn, then they both checked in on Rosie. Max still kissed Rosie’s forehead every ...
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