The continuation of this story was on a memory stick and very much in the same vein as chapter two. Unfortunately the stick got damaged and lots of stuff was lost forever, I've had several attempts to recreate chapter 3 and finally settled on this shortie.
To recap from the previous chapter:
"Thanks Terry." I took the mug, "Your not trying to get rid of me, are you?"
I saw Terry wilt like the wind was knocked out of his lungs. "Fuck NO, I don't want you to see anyone else, I want to keep you to myself, but I'm being realistic."
I moved over and wrapped myself around him. "Then I'll call Henry and cancel."
"I can't be that selfish Mum; I can't expect you to put your life on hold for me."
Terry's phone rang and he went off in conversation with someone about a meeting the following day. No more was said about relationships that day. We slept together but there was no sex, the following night we made simple, almost casual love and Tuesday Terry was away on business.
Wednesday evening we had a light snack for tea as I was not really sure what to expect with Henry. I had arranged that Terry would drive me and Henry to the pub which turned out to be a rather nice restaurant and he would pick us up again when I phoned. I looked at Terry with a sad feeling, knowing that as I left the car it may possibly be the action that brought an end to our love life. We kissed, far too enthusiastically for the situation. "Your date is waiting, go have some fun." I turned toward the door. "Mum." I turned my head back toward Terry, hoping he would stop me. "Mum I love you and that will never change."
"See you later."
"Thanks for the lift Terry, catch you later." Henry said as he tapped the roof of the car twice.
As we entered the restaurant I looked over my shoulder and saw Terry pull into a lay-by. He stopped and cried.
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I felt nervous as I turned and replaced my hand on the offered arm, more than nervous, I felt worried that my baby needed me but he was the one who seemed to be pushing me in this direction. I didn't know and he couldn't tell me what I needed to do. My head told me Henry is... perfect for me but my heart is elsewhere, pounding, pouring out mothers love. My heart was in a lay-by where my baby was hurting, just a few metres down the driveway from where we awaited the maitre-d.
The door closed behind us forcing my mind to be refocused on the music wafting in from the piano player; "Chopin piano concerto number two."
"You have me there Valerie, I have no idea what it is but it sounds beautiful."
The moment of beauty was quickly destroyed with my next thought: 'Fuck he's an ugly man.' You know how Tom and Jerry's eyes bulge out and become disassociated when they're frightened? Well that's just how Miguel looked, his eyes looked like comedy ping pong balls with black circles drawn on them, any moment I expected them to fall down on springs. His cheeks looked all swollen and hanging down like a big dog. I reckon he has been a boxer too, as his nose looks flattened and spread across his face. the tuxedo, starched collar and bow tie could do absolutely nothing to improve the facial problems.
Miguel showed us to our table and introduced our waiter and wine waiter and the perfect meal began. I won't bore you with the menu but Henry is a bit of a wine buff and chose a different bottle for each of the four courses, he looked absolutely aghast when I said we'd take the four started bottles home with us. Judging by the look on the wine waiters face I felt well and truly scolded.
It had been a perfect meal with fantastic food and wine in a pretty and soft furnished room so it isn't noisy, we took our coffee and brandies on a sofa near the lovely piano player; she has a wonderful repertoire of many classical composers' works with a little contemporary music thrown in.
I'd quite forgotten about my baby until Henry smoked a cigar and I was taken right back to my days as a little girl and visiting granny and granddad which led on to my thoughts of family life and inevitably Terry and the lovemaking I'd had the honour to share with him.
"I should be calling for our carriage."
"Are you sure Terry doesn't mind? I can easily get us a taxi."
"Of course not Henry, he really is good to his old Mum."
"Ey up Valerie, less of the old."
I pushed green on my phone.
