This is a sequel to “Home By Eight” authored by Lothario the Great it is with his permission that I submit the third and final part of that story. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that first before reading the second or third parts. The second and third parts of this story are rooted in a real situation that took place in the early 1970’s slight modification for adaptation to the original storyline were of course necessary.
Of Reunions and Life Part 2: Sequel to “Home by Eight”
Martin woke up at 7:00 the next morning just a bit bewildered; Cindy was lying on his chest straddling his lap, a blanket over both of them. The events of last night came flooding back and he smiled, gently he stroked Cindy’s hair and face. He had slept in spurts throughout the night, whereas once Cindy had manipulated herself into her current position she slept like a log.
Daddy, he swelled with pride, he was a Daddy, there were many issues that needed talked through and dealt with, not the least of which was what is Cindy really like, and what relationship between the two of them would be. Martin smiled, if she was truthfully, like what he had experienced over the last 12 or so hours, then Seth would be getting a full time married Daddy and some brothers and or sisters in the not too distant future. For now, he just let the excitement of the fact; he had a son, with the prettiest girl in his high school class, settle in his mind. ‘Kiss my Ass, Doug,’ flashed through his head, as his ego began to awaken.
He heard a small sound next to the chair; he turned his head and looked into a pair of bright blue eyes, they sparkled with inquisitiveness and understanding.
The child stood about three foot tall, his mop of dishwater blonde hair cut in what appeared to be a shag haircut. Seth looked over the arm of the chair and then at Martin.
“Hi!”
“Hello.” Martin replied.
“I’m Seth, What’s your name.”
“My name is Martin, I’m glad to meet you Seth.”
The child took on a serious look, “Is Mommy okay?”
“Yes, let me bring you up here so you can see.” Martin extended one arm and pulled the child up on the arm of the chair keeping his hand behind him to keep him safe. Martin felt a chill of delight as he took his son, his first-born into his arm for the first time, a shiver of excitement running down his body.
Seth reached over and touched his mother’s face, then satisfied she was just sleeping, he looked up at the man put his stubby little finger to his mouth and said, ”Shhh, Mommy’s
seeping
and she gets
gumpy
all day when she wakes up too soon.”
“We better let her sleep then,” Martin whispered, the child’s mannerisms and mispronunciations were cute to him.
A soft gentle voice interjected, “Could the two of you chatter and move around some more so I can get back to sleep, all this quiet woke me up.”
Cindy who was still laying on Martin’s chest, cocked her head up to look at him, she watched the wetness forming in his eyes, he said, “He’s perfect, in my whole life, I’ve never been a part of anything so wonderful-so amazing.”
“I know exactly how you feel, I think he’s perfect also. Sorry about falling asleep on you like this.” Her cheeks grew red as a deep blush engulfed her face.
Martin smiled, “No, I was fine, and I actually very much enjoyed being with you all night. I’ve always liked the way you’ve smelled.”
“Oh, really,” Cindy slid her head back further; a slow look of insinuation in her eyes and smiled. “To tell you the truth,” she continued, “I slept better last night than I have for a long, long time, thank you.”
She thought back to that night so long ago, it seemed like another lifetime, whether Martin knew it or not; she had connected with him that night, she still didn’t understand why. He sparked a desire that touched her, his very presence had satisfied her deep within her soul, even if they never touched each other again, she had never been so complete. What haunted her the most was her own willingness to shuck him off afterwards to preserve her own selfish image. She did need to thank Doug for one thing, his heartless response to the baby’s birth allowed her to understand what a special person the man in whose arms she had slept in and still held her really was. She shivered a tiny bit, waking up in his arms; his scent in her nostrils awakened that comfort and sense of belonging she had felt that April evening, so long ago.
“Hey, Space Ghost, Earth to Cindy,” Martin’s voice snapped Cindy out of her daydream.
“Yes, I’m sorry, what is that you need?” She blurted out.
This time Martin had the insinuating grin, as he hugged Cindy tighter.
“Please don’t do that unless you mean it.”
Martin nodded his head, “I need to get up and pee.”
“Ok, but can I help?” Moving gently, she got up off him and out of the chair.
As Cindy moved, Martin realized in the position she had been in, she must have felt his morning wood pressing into her. After he stood, he took Cindy by the shoulders and said, “Cindy, I really meant it,” reaching down, he kissed her and said, “If you want to, you can help,” and kissed her again. Turning he walked down the hallway to find a bathroom, leaving Cindy slacked jawed and starry eyed standing in the middle of the room staring at him.
He heard Seth say, “Mommy, I like him, he’s funny.”
As Martin opened the bathroom door after relieving himself, he came face to face with Cindy. She caught him off guard as she stood there; arms gently across her upper abdomen just underneath her breasts making them look perky.
“I thought you were going to let me help?” she gave a little smirk with her question.
“I’m sorry but the flood cometh and I couldn’t wait.” Martin smiled back as he started to walk towards her.
“I need to go back to my room and get showered, change clothes and brush my teeth, not necessarily in that order, but done just the same. I should only be gone about an hour.” Martin was standing in front of her now, taking her hands away from her chest he slid his around her waist, he looked down at her and cocked his head to one side. “Is that ok with you?”
“More or less. Don’t move. I will be right back.”
