Danuki Diary (revised) Pt. 17

  AIEG September the 15th

  It's been several months since Andy has arrived here, and I wanted to take a minute to reflect. Normally I don't keep a diary, but with the wedding so soon I wanted to look back at everything like Andy does in that journal of his. It's cute how he keeps it in the guest bedroom, even cuter is he's gone and turned it into his own personal study. I still feel unhappy about even entertaining his father's cruel joke he played on poor Andy. Until I presented the marriage registration, I kept up Mr. Fife's  request as pretending he had sold Andy off to pay for their farm.

 "You need to see the boy at his worst."

  Even though I went along with it as a request from Mr. Fife, it was a horrible joke to play on his own son. I had almost rejected it you know, I couldn't stand to possibly torture my future husband like that, to go along with a joke like he had been sold into slavery. When he stepped out of the car he had such the sour look on his face that it hurt me to go along with it. I did abide, though in my own way; by having Andy follow me about on my errands and trips into town. I always tried to make light conversation, but all I ever got in those early days was curt replies or grunts and snorts. He has the heart of a gentleman though, because even with those early days, he never got violent and lord knows he would win easily. His physique definitely shows he's inherited some Minotaur from his mother, he's more built than the other young men, his brother too. Then again it's not uncommon to see the sons of mamono end up with mannerisms or quirks of the mother, such as physical prowess or even dispositions. Surprisingly though it's where it ends, there's never been a medical recording of a actual "monster boy" as some of those sensationalist reads you see at the news stand. Outside those few things, Andy seems to be more like a younger version of his father, a very sturdily built man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Whats silly is Andy's country drawl and how self conscious he seems to be around people like my clients and business partners. Around them he either leans in to whispers or more often than not doesn't talk at all.  It's silly really and some of my clients were intimidated, convinced Andy was some sort of hired  bodyguard.  Andy told me once why he does this and it's cute; to put it in his own words ;

"I don't talk 'round your clients and partners on the 'ccount of my speech makes me sound dumb".

When he told me this I gave him the biggest hug I could muster up and told him he was being silly.

  Even after it came to light Andy's reason for being here was an arranged marriage he didn't thaw immediately. It took a fair bit of time for him to come to terms, it was weeks before we even started sleeping together. During those days some of the maids even told me they saw him every so often late at night just wandering around. To make matters worse it wasn't till the night of the Investor's gala that we had any form of intimacy, granted I had become inebriated slightly by that time and was upset that people were talking bad about my poor cuddle cow. I had expected Andy to reject me advances when I came onto him, but instead I felt his hands slip to my sides as I put my arms around his neck and we kissed.  The next thing I knew I was riding my snugly steer and holding onto him like I was about to fall off. We didn't stop there either, he took me again and again, the very last position he chose was missionary.  Even with a mundane position like that, it was our most intense with Andy and I stuck to one another. My legs locked around his lower half and him practically laying ontop of me as our hips bounced back and forth against each other. We didn't finish till the sun came up, the two of us exhausted and snuggling close.  Andy and I fell asleep in the same position that we had finished in, with him laying on top with his head resting on my breasts and my body locked around his, our lower halves still joined. Every time I think back to that moment I feel the urge to take Andy somewhere private and let him make a mess of me like he did that night.

I remember seeing the sun peaking out in the distance when we finally finished,  with Andy and I locking our positions as he finished inside,

   Andy has become my port in the storm of life, though recently I've been abusing that port to the point my poor husband has gotten bruised. I've tried to take it easier on him despite his instance, but I've been using it as an excuse to at least visit his family on the farm. While Andy is my port, that farm has become a relief ship, a brief respite where my job and Keiko can't bother me. The first time going back though, I thought it would end in the authorities intervening. It was my first time seeing Andy get violent, and with his father no less. Almost immediately as Mr. Fife came out to greet us Andy took a swing at him. I was horrified to see this, but Mr. Fife just seemed to shrug it off, saying he probably deserved it. Their argument was one sided though as Andy seemed to be the only one upset (though he rightly should have been considering what Mr. Fife lead [and I] lead him to think). Andy only came down after his father told him not to conduct himself like that in front of me and Matilda, with Andy only conceding when his father mentioned that Mrs. Fife wanted to see her son. Meeting Mrs. Fife herself was a shock, Suddenly a lot of Andy's behavior and mannerisms, not to mention his stature (and stamina) made sense when I learned his mother had been a mamono, and a Minotaur no less! Mrs. Fife was bed ridden when we first met, apparently the result of some sickness that sees her laid up for long periods of time. I was taken aback too by how gentle and soft spoken she was, most of the Minotaur I've ever dealt with were very coarse in nature and speaking mannerisms. Her and I had a chance to talk alone about things after she had sent Andy to help his father with some chores. We talked about many things, mainly how Andy had been adjusting to his new life as well as a mutual agreement that Mr. Fife's joke was in poor taste. To her credit, even with her condition she still left her bed to cook dinner for all of us, including Matilda. I felt so worried she might hurt herself that I ended up becoming a chef's assistant for a day. That evening was wonderful, a meal with family on a cool evening where it felt like that farm was the only thing in the world. before we left that night I made sure to give Mrs. Fife my telephone number so I could ask her for recipes, I'd like to start trying to cook for Andy instead of having the maids prepare our meal every night.

  The wedding is so soon as is Andy's birthday. I feel excited and anxious at the same time, these last few months have been leading up to this event and my hopes are that our love will just continue to grow and grow. I have Andy's present already to go and Matilda and Carmen have been helping me with hiding it from him and his snooping. I've also got a surprise for him that will I hope make him as happy as it made me.