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Click hereShe held my head closer, kissed and stroked it again. "It's all right, it's all right. I feel the same way about you: it was all I could do to leave you alone that long. It wasn't easy letting Morgie ask you to be her stud service either, particularly with our family history, but I did it because I have faith in you and I love her like a sister. Morgie's more than just an ambitious corporate executive like Mother, and I couldn't deny my cousin the best father her children could have.
"We all have our dark sides that frighten us, that's called being human, but we don't have to be lost in that darkness." Her face came down close to look deep into my eyes. "You will never be ruled by your dark side: fear not. We all slip up sometimes; you're not lost. My fault was overestimating what you could handle. I still trust you, I still love you, I'm still glad to be having your babies. I love who you are now: it's different that the hero worship I had for you seven years ago; we're more equal partners now. You are still my star, my passion's spring, my sex symbol, my idol. I will love you till the end of your days."
I knew that last statement was a good as a vow. "I'd give you the Pendant again, my dear, every day of your life." I kissed her and relaxed a bit. "It's not like I'm a completely normal guy. I've had lovers at either legal end of the human existence, but not my own age. Morgan is kind of an extension of you and your grandmother, shaken, not stirred. If you don't include anybody else in this operation, I think I can handle being her stud service. It's just going to take me more time for me to adjust."
She laughed and hugged me again, my beautifully strange woman.
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Edgar and I had some profoundly philosophical father/son chats walking to and from preschool. Since her return, Elizabeth made her play area next to my writing space and I was glad she was there despite the racket. I kept pouring my troubles into my writing and the storm was starting to pass: the swashbuckler story was finally making some sense. Dora flitted through to check on her daughter and her grandchildren; as I watched them, it seemed Dora's attitude was changing about something. Maybe she was mellowing at last, but being from Missouri. . .
Mal usually delivered close to due dates and Sylvia was no exception in early November just before my birthday. I was at my lady's side for the entire journey, as I had twice before, and felt so maudlin holding Sylvia at two minutes old I resolved that my next book would be my most macho adventure story to date, just to prove to myself that I wasn't going soft. Sylvia was born around 1:00AM and I was so wound up I couldn't sleep. Around daybreak, I was there when my Mal awakened and the nurse brought Sylvia to us.
Mal cleared her throat. "I'd like to change something about her name, if you don't mind."
"Oh, what do you have in mind?"
"We'll still call her Sylvia, our third little poet, but I'd like to reach out to Mother a little bit. Would you mind if her first name was Dora?"
Mal's eyes were worried, but it didn't take me long to figure out what she was trying to do. Her instincts were as good as her grandmother's, and I knew I should trust them. "Of course, my love. I trust you completely. Her name is Dora Sylvia Fredrickson."
I kissed Mal long and deeply. A couple of hours later, Morgan brought the kids over to see their new sister and their fascination with the newborn was magic. After their short visit, I went back home with them for an early lunch and returned them to Morgan's supervision while I caught up on my sleep. Morgan slipped a note into my hand during lunch:
The rain was fruitful, my garden buds, producing another poet.
I didn't know Morgan had a haiku in her. Last that afternoon, I was sitting in the waiting room, resting and waiting out rush hour before driving back to the houses. Dora sat down beside me with two cups of coffee. I looked at her quizzically, but accepted the gift. She settled beside me and we sat looking forward blankly at the wall, sipping our beverages. "Who's minding the children?" I asked at last.
"Aunt Andrea. She adores small children, always has. She was always my favorite babysitter."
"Good. I like Andrea."
"I do, too" We sat in silence, drinking our coffee, staring forward. "Do you like me?" She asked suddenly.
I looked to be certain that it was her. "You're the mother of my woman, the grandmother of my children. I know I'm not your favorite person, but I can live with that. In your own way, you care very much about your family and I respect you for that."
There was a moment or two of silence. "You called her Dora." she said.
"Yes, we did."
"Why?"
I took a deep breath. "It was Mallory's idea, but I agree with it whole heartedly. You deserve a namesake in the family."
A glance from the corner of my eye told me a tear ran down her cheek. I sipped my coffee and looked straight ahead.
Dora grew pensive. "I've been holding on to some pain for a long, long time, and that's unfair of me. Harry and I made a huge mistake getting married in the first place: he cheated on me constantly. Ever since then, I haven't been comfortable in a relationship with a man I couldn't control. Justin is a far better man than his father is; when he comes tomorrow I will be here to help welcome him into the bosom of the family and stay for the whole party."
"That's good," I said as I sipped my coffee. "You're most welcome anytime, and you can stay as long as you want."
Dora shrugged, "I've got good people working for me, like Morgan; they take good care of things. They don't need me tomorrow. It's time I made people my business a little more, especially my family. Call me Ebenezer Dora."
I smiled to myself. "Well, that's a little bit long; can I stick with just plain Dora?".
A dry chuckle and nodding of the head was my reply: "Sure." A long silence passed, and she broke it again: "I know what you've done for Morgan. I've promoted her to be my senior VP, and I'll let her work from home more, so she can care for the baby."
I nodded. "Great. She works hard and well; she deserves it."
Dora finished her coffee and put the cup down. She turned to me, and I turned to face her. "There's someone else who works hard and deserves respect: the father of my grandchildren." Her eyes probed mine, taking on the same studious look I saw in my kitchen seven years ago, before she made her bid for the Pendant. At last, she spoke: "It wouldn't be right for me to suck your cock again, so you'll have to settle for this." Her strawberry hair that was turning silver came close to my face and two of the softest lips I ever knew pressed my cheek warmly. They stayed for what seemed a lifetime before they moved back slightly. "You're all right, Charlie Fredrickson," came the faintest of whispers, "You're all right.".
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Sylvia had a marvelous homecoming and Mal almost had to fight her mother to get the baby out of Dora's arms. Justin took his place in the family, and the kids gleefully monopolized their new uncle to his amusement. Things returned to normal, or at least, as normal as possible with a newborn in the family. Christmas was more full of family than ever. During the first warm weekend of Spring, Mal and I went to the lake cabin alone. We lay naked under the stars, and Mal cleared her throat. "Are you happy, my love?"
I kissed her left cheek. "Of course, my darling. Do you have to ask?"
"Want to spank me?" I looked at her face: she was mock-serious for several moments before she laughed at my expression.
I smacked her backside once, stinging hard. "Like that?"
She went directly from a smile to a wince. "Ow, yes like that, but that's enough. I'm glad to see the storms of last autumn have passed enough you can laugh at them."
It was true: it took a moment, but I realized I could laugh about it. I held her close, patting and stroking her lovely full backside.
She waited a few more moments. "I've been thinking."
"Always a wonderful thing to do. What about?"
"I'd like to take a few years off from having babies. I'm only twenty-six, and though I loved being pregnant, I think I'd liket about five to ten years off."
"Okay. If the machinery still works five to ten years from now, you're on."
"That will give Morgie a few years to catch up."
I did a double take. "Oh?"
"She's got that huge house and she can afford all the kids she wants. Do you know the results of her last sonogram?" I shook my head. "It's another boy, Daddy, and she wants to name him Robert Browning Fredrickson."
I pondered for a moment. "That sounds good to me. Edgar will enjoy having a little brother."
"She loves being pregnant and she's already talking about doing it again."
"And you're sure you don't mind?"
"No, not really. She promised to bug you only when she wants to get pregnant, well, almost only when she wants to get pregnant. She's not going to get in our way."
"I may have to spank her if she does," I chortled. "You're going to keep me busy."
Mal turned and kissed me on the forehead. "That's all right. I want you to repopulate the world, my darling. It will be a better place."
"Bullshit. One of these days I'm going to wake up and realize this isn't real." Two very real lips met mine, followed by soft loving tongue that eventually worked down over my hairy mountain to caress my corona as it had so often for the last seven years. If this wasn't reality, it would do, ti would definitely do.
i had a bit of a problem sorting it all out at first but then it all came to light, so i will read on and hopefully read more of your wonderful work in the future. respectfully
The sequal took a couple of turns I wasn't expecting but it was an excellent story, well written, and it tied things up nicely. Thank You. Ronnie W.
Not the type of sequel I was expecting but still pretty good.
An interesting sequel to your first story. Charlie is a man I admire since I'm a little older than he is. I hope siring all those offspring doesn't do him in. I look forward to reading more of your stories.
Boyd