THIS IS PART 3 OF THE STORY. AGAIN, ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE 18+ ENJOY.
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*2 years later*
Receiving the package from Colton was a surprise. Now 20, I had not heard from him since that fateful night. Reliving the horror of James learning about our affair, a sense of peace made its' way into my psyche.
Still extremely grateful that Livvy and Katie wanted me in their lives, has given me a bit of a reality check. My girls have always looked up to me. Having re-focused on what I had always laid my life on; my moral, ethical, and spirituality attitude, I had found my prior footing once more.
Now, almost 14 months old, Caleb was growing up. Since he began walking, he has been keeping, not only myself on my toes, but also the girls. Looking, more and more,
everyday like my son Colton, I desperately wanted Caleb to know his father. But James made it clear, Colton was not allowed in his house and I was forbidden from trying to contact him.
Since my son left, he never learned of my pregnancy, or that we bore a child from it. Having him wear condoms 99% of the time protected us from making a baby, but I would always think of him. Remembering after the school dance, how the shyness, the anxiety, the sadness he had exhibited, suddenly disappeared, warmed my heart.
4-5 days a week, as soon as he would get home from school, I would be lying on my back with my legs up. Unveiling his new found aggressiveness, we would fuck more than we would make love. Since he was a Senior, he had half days, so I would pick him up at 11:30, knowing the girls bus arrived by 3:50 each day. We always made sure our intimate time was done beforehand. I'd always be at the bus stop, feeling his cum saturating the nylons I would wear for him. I ended up purchasing items of clothing, specifically chosen by him, when he'd go shopping with me.
At dinnertime, we would act like nothing happened and we were just your traditional American family. But under the tablecloth, Colton's hand made it's normal journey along my nylon-clad inner thigh. After everyone would leave the kitchen and go their separate ways, Colton and I would steal a kiss here and there. Telling him I couldn't wait for tomorrow always made him smile.
I'll be honest, For the first couple months of our affair, I thought I was loving a lonely, desperate, 18 year old. Yes, it was against everything I proudly stood on, ethics, morality, right and wrong. I lost the battle, for my son. I began getting feelings for him in ways no mother, ever, should. I would anxiously be awaiting his entrance. When his penis would repetitively tap my cervix, the exuberance I felt, made it so worth the risk.
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Looking at the cellphone, I was honestly afraid. Afraid, that, if Jim or the girls found it, Jim would surely expedite a divorce, no matter the girls pleas. But, after reading my baby's letter, I felt it was his right to know he has a child, and to see him. Making my decision, I thought of where to store it. Knowing that no one goes anywhere near my sewing or crochetting things, I decided to hide it in my box of spool.
But my first order of business was to call him. See only one number saved in it, I hit 'dial'. After 2 "rings", I heard the voice I've yearned to hear in almost 2 years.
"Mom," the now huskier voice, began.
"Colton, honey," I said softly, tears forming in my eyes. "Baby, I've wondered where you were. I was so worried."
"Mom, I'm fine. As my letter said, I've found work as an apprentice electrician. I will become a journeyman in two years I'm told, so when I am, Katie will be 17. I want you to leave dad." The wheels in my head were spinning at the words he was saying.
"Hon..honey," I stuttered, trying to find my words, "I can't just, up and divorce him. It's not that easy; And what about your sisters?" I continued, trying to process everything.
"Look, I don't care mom. I can only imagine what it's like now, at home, whether James has forgiven you, or not," he voiced, the first I ever heard him use his father's first name.
Trying to make it seem better than it is, I stated, "Honey, it's fine here, I..."
Cutting me off, Colton pointedly said, "Bullshit, mom. Don't lie to me now." Staying quiet, I just listened.
As the silence over the phone call mounted, Colton asked me point-blank, "Is there something you're not telling me? You seem distant."
Feeling the pressure mount, I sighed into the phone. "Baby, please don't be upset what I'm about to tell you ok?"
Colton, worried, said, "Why would.."
"Honey, just promise me. Please," I said, again.
"OK," was all he added before I spoke, once more.
"Well...," I began, the anxiety building in me. "Remember.... that night?"
As he answered in the affirmative, I continued, "And your condom broken inside of me?" The words, carrying weight.
"Yes, and you ended up getting that pill thing." He said, not remembering its' name.
"The Morning after pill, yes," I answered, correcting his forgetfulness. "Well, I never was able to get one."
Waiting for him to respond, he didn't. Just silence. For about 10 seconds, I anxiously awaited.
"Wait, Mom?" He began, again.
"Yes Sweetheart," I calmly said, realizing he knew what I was meaning. "Mommy became pregnant....that night." Obviously not knowing for certain, that was the only time his condom had broken in me. "I gave birth to your son, a boy, on November 12th, 14 months ago. I named him Caleb."
Unsure of his reaction, I said the only thing I could think of at that moment. "Honey?"
"I want to see him." The confidence in his voice, just from those words, brought a smile to my face. "Fuck yes!" He screamed, proud of his accomplishment.