Patrick Fourteen: Flight Out

Thanks to Mrs OogieBoogie for some special poses she made and put up for download that are from her story, The Insane Dubois Legacy.

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Katya and I were at the airport with Jack and my parents, getting ready to go on our honeymoon to Paris. Jack was on the same flight as us, and we were leaving Armand in the very capable hands of Mom and Dad, who were excited to spend a week with him while we were away. Katya, Jack, and I were at the check in counter, while Mom and Dad hung out in the waiting area. After we finished checking our bags in and getting our boarding passes figured out, we headed over to Mom, Dad, and Armand, who were just about to wander into the gift shop that they had been standing next to. Armand's face lit up when he saw me, and he practically jumped out of Dad's arms to get to me.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Dad handed him off to me, and I went with him into the small gift shop to look at some clothes. He was an inquisitive child, and as soon as he was in my arms, he started talking nonstop. I was just glad he wasn't one of those children who constantly asked 'why' about everything. I liked talking to Armand because I found the things he asked were usually fun.

"Daddy, are you coming back?"

"What? Yes, of course, I'm coming back. I love you."

"Ok! Where are you going?"

"France."

"Is it pretty?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Will you bring me a picture of France?"

"Sure, but you have to behave for Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"

Armand smiled at me and nodded, wrapping his little fingers around my shirt and snuggling his face into my neck. I looked at Katya, who was reading a magazine. She looked so cute wearing her hair in the same style she was when I first met her. After I stopped staring at her, and finally got her attention, she grinned at me, nodding that we should probably get going. I motioned for her to come over and talk to Armand for a little while before I gave him back to my parents, and she gave him a hug, saying she'd miss him.

 As she handed Armand back to my parents, he raised his hand towards us, waving.

"Wuv you, Daddy! Bye Mama!"

Katya's face fell a little bit as she waved back at Armand, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. As we went up to the gate with Jack, Katya was not in the best mood. She was a little silent, only answering questions if she was being asked. I knew she was sad because Armand didn't say he loved her, but I felt like it was partly her fault. That distance she'd created between them after he was born had apparently affected him more than she knew or expected. During the year before our wedding, back when Katya kept being withdrawn, she was also not talking much to me. I didn't even know she had been trying to find her father, although I was happy for her when she did finally tell me what she had been up to. I wished she would talk to me more, and when I saw that look in her eyes again as she sat down in one of the chairs, I was a little worried she would be down for the entire honeymoon. Jack had sat down and was reading a book, and Katya was just staring blankly out the window at the airplane parked on the tarmac.

I came up behind her, resting my elbows on the back of the chair, and then placing my chin on my hands.

"Hey babe. Are you all right?"

Katya looked back at me, and I thought she was going to ignore me, but she spoke.

"Can you hug me? I really need a hug."

I nodded, and sat down in the chair next to her. Katya crawled up into my lap. I rested my arm on her legs, and she grabbed my wrist. She hugged herself with her right arm, and buried her chin in her shoulder. I hugged her, then tried to talk to her again.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?"

Katya sniffled into her arm and mumbled a barely audible answer to my question.

"Armand doesn't love me. Our son hates me."

"Katya, he doesn't hate you, he just isn't close to you because you and him haven't gotten to know each other very well. You're his mother, he would never hate you. Okay?"

Katya looked over her shoulder at some empty chairs that were in the room, not convinced about what I said. I wished I didn't have to constantly feel like it was my responsibility to make Katya happy. It was difficult because some days I just wanted to let her wallow, let her pity herself, and let her pull herself out of her slump. I can't lie that I didn't have thoughts of just breaking it off with her that year she was distant from Armand and I. I didn't think Armand would really mind that much, considering he barely knew Katya, but I would have been lying to myself since I did love Katya. My actions were rewarded, when I thought of the wedding song she picked for us, and the fact that she thought I was worth waiting for meant a lot to me. I just couldn't for the life of me figure out why she acted like she didn't want to talk to me about things unless I pushed and pushed. Some days it was hard to remember that she did love me. I told Katya I was going to get a cup of coffee, and she nodded, resuming her blank stares.

I went and sat in the coffee shop by myself after getting a cinnamon mocha with whipped cream. I didn't really know what to think or how to feel, honestly. I was glad for the time alone, not that I didn't love Armand, but I tried to put up a front for him that I was perfectly happy, so I wouldn't worry him. As much as I knew I had to do that for him, I didn't like having to do it all the time. I wanted to be able to feel the emotions that I knew were there. Even though I was a private person, I didn't like suppressing my feelings. I looked at my cell phone, and saw that there was a little over an hour left before our flight would start boarding. Don't get me wrong, I was happy, I had a beautiful wife, and a healthy son, I just felt exhausted more often than not. Mentally, my family was draining me dry. I felt like I was a single father sometimes even though Katya had been spending more time with Armand. I no longer worried that she would ignore his needs when I was away, but she still struggled with Armand's love, or lack thereof, for her.

I sighed softly to myself, wishing I wasn't in a mood. I was leaving on my honeymoon, for fuck's sake, this should be a happy time, for both Katya and I. I laid my head in my hand, frustrated. I heard the chair next to me scrape the floor as someone pulled it out and sat down with me. I looked up and it was Jack. I tried to smile at him, but I knew it was a weak one, and I wanted to slap myself for feeling like this.

Jack and I sat in silence for a while. I liked him. He reminded me a lot of my own father, a caring person who was always open to listening without judgment. I wondered if Katya had taken advantage of that quality in her father like I had with mine.

"Patrick, are you all right?"

"Yeah... no, not really. I don't want to make it seem like I don't appreciate this trip that you made possible, but I'm not in the best mood right now. I feel like she's just as distant from me as she is with Armand, like there's this invisible wall between us that I'm stuck behind. Katya's withdrawing from me again, no matter how much I talk to her, it's like she doesn't want me to help her. I have given her space, but I don't know if that's good or not either because now I feel like I don't know what to say to her."

"It's okay, I'm not taking it personally that you guys are both off in your own little worlds. Katya's always been a bit of a loner, and she's prone to depression. It's not a reflection of you though, she loves you. I know that, being her father, I've never seen her with a man that made her face light up before you came along. You awakened the happiness in her that I know has always been there, but she's buried it in her heart because of the hardships she's been through. It's not fair of her to take it out on you by ignoring you, and I just talked to her about it before I came over here."

"Flight 1329 to Paris, France, now boarding rows 71-89. All passengers in rows 71-89 may now board the plane."

I looked at my boarding pass, and we were in row 89, the very back of the plane, so I went over to get Katya, and she got up when she saw me coming, but she didn't stay with me. She walked ahead of me, so I took the opportunity to continue talking with Jack.

"Thank you, Jack, for trying to mediate Katya and I. I don't want to make it seem like you need to be our marriage counselor."

"I know you don't have cruel intentions, Patrick, so I'm happy to help. This has been one of Katya's character flaws that she hasn't learned to deal with, even as a child. Katya is upset with me, since she knows I'm right. She knows she shouldn't ignore you, but she's stubborn and she's pouting. I told her that she's married now, and she needs to be able to talk to you because you're her husband. She's always had a hard time expressing herself, and she doesn't like to ask for help. I don't know why she insists on keeping the world on her shoulders all the time."

"What do you suggest I do when she gets like this?"

"Maybe try to take her mind off of what it is you two were fighting about. Do something completely different. She doesn't hate you when she is in this mood. That is something I've learned about her while she was growing up. If you push the issue, it'll take longer for her to snap out of it. Giving her space isn't the best because it creates that wall you said you were feeling earlier. Changing the subject works because it gets her to think about something else. Her problem is she dwells on things, and she doesn't realize that she needs to deal with it, not just brood."

We caught up to Katya, put our carry on bags in the overhead compartments, and I knew now that I probably shouldn't talk about this subject anymore with Jack. We took our seats, and Katya looked over at me and grinned. I remained silent, and just looked at her with a calmness on my face to let her know I wasn't trying to be a jerk to her. She then started talking about how she was excited to see the Eiffel Tower in person. The flight attendants did their safety presentation and then we took off. A few hours after dinner was served, silence filled the plane as the lights were turned off so passengers could sleep. Jack was one of the ones who was taking advantage or the darkened cabin. Katya had been silent in her seat even though she wasn't sleeping. I whispered in her ear some things we could do instead, not knowing if she would go for it, but surprisingly she did.

"Mmm, Patrick this was such a good idea."

Katya moaned as I kissed her neck lightly, continuing down her shoulder and arm, while squeezing her boob with my other hand. I knew we had to be quick, in case anyone else needed to use the bathroom, so I lifted Katya up and placed her on the counter. She started undoing my pants, pulling them down, while I lifted her skirt up and slid her panties down her legs.

I rubbed the side of Katya's thigh, then pulled her close to me, pushing myself gently into her. She pressed herself into me, letting me go deeper. I tried to be quiet, so I just kept kissing her as a way to prevent both of us from accidentally crying out loud and getting into trouble for using the bathroom inappropriately. I continued thrusting, almost ready to finish, but not wanting to unless Katya was done as well, so I asked her, and she said I could. I pushed into her one last time, gripping her tightly as I felt all of my frustrations dissipate. I breathed into her ear while waiting for my heart rate to slow down and steady itself. I pulled up my pants and got dressed, smiling at Katya.

"Ooh, that was so hot, Patrick. I've never done anything this dangerous before."

I helped Katya off the counter and we went back to our seats. I knew sex wasn't the answer to anything, even if it was sex with my own wife, but I did feel like Katya's mood had lifted a little bit from the thrill.