Chapitre 74: 34. Lemon Tree.
The whole six months in jelly and the whole fucking recovery. It was so perfect to move around, and oh, that did me in. I'm going to go out to work because I had a bit of tree felling and chopping. This lot had a lot of trees and I had purchased so much land so there was work to be done. it had been years since our original house was burned and there was nothing done in this lot so nature had taken over and this needed to be cleaned up.
There were many trees on this property. It was a lot wider than the original, and there was still my oak tree. I went to it, now the place where Damon had carved our initials was a little higher but I did find it. This oak tree was important to me. I would save that, but there were many rotten trees in the forest, and I had a good new chainsaw that I could try. I had now my multiplication enzyme blocker on so no need to worry about that. My new chainsaw was a very powerful piece of equipment.
As there were fireplaces in the house, several of them, firewood was something that was needed and it was better to make your own than buy one. I knew that not many pack members had done much of this kind of work but this was actually one of my favorites. It might be that pack members would see this work as too difficult and hard when there was cooking and fucking to be done. But I had always liked to do the physical stuff whenever I was able to.
I went to eat first and ate fucking well. I enjoyed so very much being able to eat and be. I enjoyed it when I got to choose what I was eating and how much. Oh, these few enjoyments of my life. Then I was ready, and I went out. I went to my storage room and got my decent chainsaw, and then I went into the woods and started looking at the trees.
When you've been doing woodworking as long as I have, you get a pretty good idea of when you're going to cut something down. I had looked them through using my drone so I could see pretty well which ones needed to be felled and they would be still good firewood. But it didn't matter as long as I found the right trees to cut down, marked them with tape, and then did a little planning. Meaning I needed to see in what direction I was going to fell them. And what would be the best one to start with. It was almost like a puzzle. Fell one tree and you make room to fall next one and then the next one. It just needed a little pre-planning, but it was part of the fun.
I started with pretty darn thick ones, selected about ten, and I would chop them up a bit. Meaning take off branches and cut them into logs ready to be chopped even more. I could then teleport logs to the splitting machine. I had cut down three when I saw a couple of salvatores, number three, four, and six, Adam and Charles, walking through the woods and coming towards me.
The three came up to me and said, " Baby, we'll help. Let's do some woodworking together. Give me the chainsaw and you can go to the splitting machine while the boys deliver the logs. We'll go through every tree with energy. It had been a time since I had got to do this and oh boy I want to do this. "
Fine. We're flexible. Then I went to chop the logs. It was actually quite fun, and then when I took the wolves and the boys came to stack all the wood I'd made, I had to hurry up so they had something to stack. It was very fun and productive. The sound of several chainsaws was heard from the forest, the occasional sound when trees fell, and then soon I would get the next delivery logs to be splitter and there was always something with the cart to come get my firewood.
We worked until the evening and then went out for dinner. I had a lot of other work to do in the yard, so the next day, I thought I would dig out some of those bushes. Like I said, the lot had been wild for decades and there were all kinds of bushes and plants sown here by wind or birds, and not every one of them was something I wanted to have in my yard. Some of them were quite deep-rooted and would not be easy to get out. Too many roots and they were easy to sprout from even small pieces of root.
They were a pain in the arse, and I had a little digger to do the job. They would be dug properly, from quite deep so I would get rid of them on the first try. Then, I would just order some mulch and compost and cover the trenches with it. I could even plant something in there, then. Good bushes like roses or jasmine or even clematis or peonies. I concentrated on eating and planning at the same time. I didn't even notice when Damon and Mariella came in to eat. I had so many plans and things to do for tomorrow. I would dig them up, bring them to my shedder, and take care of them that way. Those rootballs I would put under the black tarp near the forest so they would rot.
The boys would get on with their chores while I went to the other side of the yard and dug up the shrubs. Then, I would put them and other materials that I had like some tree branches in the branch cutter and get a fantastic cover all over the place. That would be pretty perfect under my now empty berry bushes.
A calm but serious voice disturbed me from my planning, "Baby, you're not digging up anything tomorrow. You're not driving that backhoe, okay?"
I raised my eyes in surprise and looked into Damon's ice-blue eyes, which were amused but also serious.
I said, " No problem, I have done that kind of job before. Those bushes are no good. I can dig them up."
Damon looked at me and said, "I already told you once, Mimi, no. Do as I say, or I'll find something for you to do in here so you don't leave the bedroom. "
I said, "Fine, I won't dig. I'll do other things. There is plenty of doing, anyway."
I wasn't in the mood to fuck, and the fucking fox knew it. So we'll bear with it and chop those branches with a branch cutter, let the others dig them up eventually, and there won't be a problem. At least I'd get to chop my branches. Then I remembered that I also had some fruit trees that I could look at a little bit. I guess I could cut those up, too, but we'll see.
If I can get that couple to stay inside, then no problem, but when Salvatore seems to have a problem with me if I climb the trees too much, since I am immortal and cannot die, nothing so terrible will happen to me if I happen to fall out of a tree now. But as he always overreacts to everything, I just have to go with the flow and keep my wits about me. There will come a time when there is no one to watch over me. Then I can do a little more jobs that I have in my mind.
I finished eating and then went to one of my nests. This was light-colored, the walls were peach and pink, the rugs on the floor were pastel violet and the bed was satin, blood red and it had a canopy. It had also a motorized water gel mattress, so it was massaging. It was a very calming room overall. They hadn't searched every room so carefully.
Well, it's good to get a shower and then watch some movies, eat some treats and enjoy myself very much. And now I could eat salty goodness. I had quite a collection of salmiac here and oh my god that I wanted to enjoy. I wasn't pregnant, and I had no problem enjoying myself. I had just stripped naked and was choosing a nightie when the door to my room opened, and Damon and Mariella walked in. I had cotton nighties, nothing too sexy but comfy.
Damon murmured huskily, " Oh baby, we still have these rooms of yours. Quickly, this will soon be our room; are you seducing me or what?"
I rushed into the bathroom and shut the door tight. I was not in the mood for that.
Salvatore's voice was mildly amused as he said, " Do you know, Mimi? This door doesn't stop me. I can teleport or destroy this door."
I was silent and went into the shower. I was pleased I had a decent selection of bathrobes here, and this shower room was big. I'd made some of the rooms into enormous bathrooms. I tried to calm my nerves. I focused on my shower.
I had just wet myself when the bathroom door opened, and a power couple walked in. Oh, of course so my luck. I controlled myself.
Mariella said, " Oh, it's a big one, darling. Let's go and have a shower; there's room in there. This is quite luxurious."
I was silent and tried to be calm as I went to my shelf to find which shampoo to take next. Damon came over to me and started going through the jars. A familiar company made these, and they knew me and my sensitivities. He read each jar carefully, sniffed them, and grunted. I had no time to select anything yet as he stopped me.
Then he said, " How often do you use these? How many times have you washed your hair with these?"
I said, "Not really, this one, the apple blossom I've used once, and this batch is very fresh. Everything is a novelty."
Damon smiled and teleported each jar away. He took my normal shampoo from the empty air and handed it to me. It was boring.
He said, "Baby, there are a few new chemicals in those, and I don't want to sensitize you to it yet, so here's your boring shampoo. "
Fine. I took the can and retired to wash my hair. I wet my hair, ready to wash it.
Damon came up behind me and said, " Let me wash it."
He was already naked, right behind me.
Fine, we let our husbands wash our hair. He gathered my hair in his hands, washed it, rubbed my scalp, and rinsed it. He washed it three times and then went to Mariella.
I thought I would put some conditioner in it, but that jar was gone, too. I then took my shower soap and sponge and washed myself. I enjoyed it as I got to wash myself properly.
Again, I had little time to wash myself when Salvatore came and took the sponge from me and washed me really well. Soon, it wasn't a sponge but a brush, and oh, how I got a good scrub. Then I was washed with Damon's smelling shower soap, and he bit hard on my pheromone glands long enough to smell his own scent in there. My skin was quite red and stingy for a while before my healing kicked in.
When I was done, he rinsed me and picked out a robe for me. He then took me to the bed to sit down, and I saw the Lord had taken out his vampire. He went to take care of Mariella next, and thankfully, I have the patience to endure this. I'll get together somewhere, and I'll get what I want. I sat there on the edge of the bed, and then Mariella came out of the shower with Damon. They were pretty intense.
Damon looked at me and said, " Go on, get dressed. You didn't have to wait."
But I could tell by the look on his face that if I hadn't waited, there would have been consequences. And he was partly disappointed that I knew how to behave. No, no, no, I'm not that easy, I'm not really. They left the room, and I saw that the entire room had been redecorated and my fridge and candy had been disposed of. Well, let's watch a movie without it. It's okay. Tomorrow, we have some new yard work to do, and then we'll enjoy it.
I watched movies all night. I didn't sleep when I didn't want to, for many reasons. The nightmares were one, and now I didn't need to be so intimate when I wanted my freedom. I used my massage in my bed and it was pretty wonderful, did wonders for my sore muscles.
In the nine months I'd been on the gig, I'd regained my freedom. I was used to making my own decisions, being on my own, and knowing what I wanted to do at any given time. It may sound strange and weird, and I'm not as suited to a relationship as Mariella is, but when I was who I was, I was.
Yes, I had changed a lot, too. I had thought long and hard about Damon's proposal, and yes, I was ready for it. Maybe as it progressed, I could give longer snippets, but there were those days, those moments that he might not be ready to understand or even experience, to deal with.
And I didn't want to ruin our relationship because of the memories. I have done it many times before. Only time would tell me if he could do this and most likely there would be a stop at some point and I should prepare myself for that. But still, I was willing to try to see what came to us.
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