One Indecent Night

by Hargrove, A. M.

  Piper said, “For a second there, I thought I might have to throw a bucket of water on you two.”

  “Jealous?” I asked, grinning.

  “Hell yeah, I’m jealous. I haven’t seen that kind of action in months.”

  “Okay, ladies, I don’t think I want to be a part of this conversation.” Evan held up his hands.

  “You’d better get used to it, slick, if you want to be a part of this family,” Reynolds said. “This is us. We do it all the time. And details. Oh, God. Every tiny one.”

  “All right. What did Sylvie say about me?”

  My sisters stared at each other blankly for a couple of seconds and then Reynolds said, “Nothing. Now that you mention it, that’s really weird.”

  Evan’s green gaze captured mine as his grin widened. “Either you were secretive because you hated me, or you loved the fact that we were together. Which was it?”

  “I think you know the answer to that.” It was the latter, only at the time, I stubbornly refused to admit the truth.

  “Other than swallowing each other’s tongues, what were you guys up to? We couldn’t find you, so we decided to look for you,” Piper asked.

  “Why? What happened?”

  “Nothing, so calm down. We didn’t know where you went.”

  “Oh.” I instantly relaxed. “We just went for a little walk to get rid of some tension.”

  “Uh huh. And how did that walk work for you?” Reynolds asked.

  “Better than just sitting there. I’m on edge so I’m not rising to your bait. Anyway, the news Dr. Casey gave us wasn’t promising, so I had to do something.”

  The mood grew somber again. “Yeah, it’s pretty bleak,” Piper agreed. “How do you think Dad will hold up?”

  “Dad’s strong, but this is going to be really difficult on him,” I said.

  “Hey, you guys are acting like Mom doesn’t have any chance at all,” Reynolds said. “That’s not what the doctor said. Yes, the surgery is risky, but what if it goes well and she can get treatment?”

  I knew those particular tumors were bad, but Reynolds had a valid point. “You’re right. We need to start thinking more positively. I tend to hope for the best but expect the worst. That way if the worst does happen, it doesn’t take me by surprise. But one thing we all need to do is pray. Not only for Mom, but for Dad too.”

  Piper said, “I don’t think he’ll be leaving the hospital until she does.”

  A thought struck me then. “Dad’s always been here for us, through thick and thin. This is our time to repay him. If he won’t leave her side, then we’ll take turns for him. One of us will be with her so he can at least get some sleep.”

  Piper eyed me. “But what about you? And does anyone even know?”

  “Know what?” Reynolds asked.

  Since it was just the four of us, I decided to tell her. I was supposed to call her before Christmas but she didn’t answer that night and news like mine wasn’t something you left as a message. I took Evan’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Reynolds, Evan and I are expecting a baby.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah, I’m pregnant.”

  Her hand went to her mouth. Then she said, “Oh, my God! I’m going to be an aunt.”

  “You sure are.”

  “Does Mom—?”

  “No. Dad does and we wanted to tell her, but he asked us to hold off. That’s when he thought she had dementia and wanted to take her to the doctor first. Then the shit hit the fan and well, here we are.”

  “Am I the last to know?”

  “No, the only ones that know are Piper and Dad. Oh, and Rose, because she forced me to take the pregnancy test.”

  Reynolds hugged me then. “I’m so excited for you two.”

  “We’re pretty excited too. Except for this.”

  “I brought my magic unicorn and I’ll ask it to make it all okay,” she said.

  I chuckled. “Thanks.”

  Then Reynolds broke into tears. “What are we going to do if Mom dies.”

  “Hey, it’s okay.” I held her. “If she dies, we’ll all be together as a family and be strong for each other, like we always are.” I didn’t want to avoid the possibility of her death or ignore it either. “We’ll have each other to get us through this.”

  “It won’t be the same.”

  “I know it won’t. But we won’t have a choice, will we?”

  “No.”

  “And we wouldn’t want Mom to suffer, would we?”

  “No.”

  “Then the best we can do now is pray for her and be here for her and Dad.”

  “Okay. Why are you so good with this stuff?” Reynolds asked.

  “It’s what I do.”

  She wiped her eyes and I handed her a tissue to blow her nose. “Thanks, Syll.”

  “Anytime. I’m always here for you.”

  We headed down the hall, as a team, to Mom’s room. Dad was there, holding her hand when we got there.

  “Hey. Her surgery is scheduled for eight in the morning. The doctor said he would keep her sedated until then so she’d be comfortable and not have any seizures. Tomorrow morning, she’ll be awake to talk to us, before they take her down.”

  “What time?” Piper asked.

  “They’ll come for her at seven thirty so come at seven.”

  “Are you staying the night here?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I don’t want to be away from her.”

  “One of us will stay with you,” I said.

  “No. I want to be alone with her.”

  I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, so I said, “Dad, I don’t think—”

  “Sylvie, I know you’re trying to help, but I’ve been married to this woman for thirty-three years and dated her for two years before that. I’ve loved her for over half my life. What she’s going through right now is more than I can bear and I want—no need—to have this time alone with her. I know she’s your mother and you love her dearly, but she’s part of me. Can you understand that?”

  “Yeah, Dad, I can. You know how to reach us if you need us and we’re only a cab ride away. Can we get you some dinner before we leave?”

  “That would be nice, and I would be grateful for it.”

  Evan pulled me aside and said he would have something better than the hospital cafeteria food sent over.

  After we hugged and kissed Dad, we left for Evan’s place. It was a sobering moment for all of us.

  Fifty

  Evan

  Earlier, I had called Rita and asked her to make extra food for dinner that we could eat later that night. I had her wrap up a plate and had someone take it to the hospital for John. When we arrived home, the place smelled of her cooking.

  “Wow. This place is awesome,” Reynolds said.

  Sylvie showed them around while I went to the kitchen. Rita left a note explaining where everything was. She’d made Greek chicken and potatoes, a huge salad, and a large chocolate cake. There were also a variety of cookies too. There was a freshly baked coffeecake for breakfast, along with some other bakery items. She’d thought of everything for us.

  The girls wandered in and I told them about dinner. None of them seemed overly enthusiastic about eating, but my bet was when it was out in front of them, they’d change their minds. I was right. After a few bites, they polished their plates and even went for dessert.

  Sylvie patted her stomach. “If I keep eating like this, I’ll have fifty pounds to lose after nubbin is born.”

  “Nubbin?” Reynolds asked.

  “We don’t know if it’s a boy or girl yet, so that’s what we’re calling it.”

  I cleared my throat, drawing their attention. “That’s what she named it before she told me. I call it baby.”

  She poked me in the chest. “No you don’t. You call me baby.”

  “True, but when we’re not together or I’m thinking about it in my head, that’s what I call it.”

  “Nubbin’s weird,” Reynolds said.

  �
��It is not,” Sylvie huffed.

  “Yeah, it is. It sounds like you’re talking about someone’s nose. Hey, look at that nubbin on that dude’s face.”

  Piper busted out a laugh. Sylvie tried not to, but couldn’t help it. Piper said, “It does sound dorky, but I wasn’t going to tell you.”

  They all turned to me and no way was I getting in the middle. “Don’t you dare do this to me.”

  “Evan, come on.”

  “Nope, not gonna do it.”

  “Why don’t you call it peanut?” Reynolds asked.

  “Because that’s what everyone calls their baby,” Sylvie replied.

  Piper jumped up, yelling, “I know. Call it button!”

  “I really like that. I think we should have that as a family thing,” Reynolds said.

  “I like it too. Evan?” Sylvie asked.

  “I love it.” It was so much better than nubbin, but I didn’t tell Sylvie that. There were so many times I caught myself starting to call it nubbie, or the nub. I was glad she was changing it to button. I also didn’t tell her it reminded me of nipple or clit. That would’ve gone over like a bomb.

  We watched TV for a while then went to bed. Sylvie had already shown her sisters to their rooms earlier, so we said goodnight after we made plans to leave for the hospital at seven.

  “There are plenty of breakfast items in the kitchen and there will also be coffee. I have large take-out cups for us so we can even eat in the car if you want to sleep as late as possible. If you forgot anything, just look in the bathrooms. I have them pretty well stocked.”

  “Thank you, Evan. You’ve been more than helpful,” Piper said. Reynolds came up and hugged me. This was sure a huggy family.

  Sylvie and I were in the bathroom brushing our teeth and getting ready for bed.

  “Evan, what about the house?”

  “What about it?”

  “Don’t we have to do some things over there?”

  “It can wait. This takes precedence. The inspection went well. All we need is to close, and she was going to set that up, remember?”

  She slid the back of her hand across her forehead.

  “Come on, let’s get in bed. You look exhausted.”

  “I am.”

  I pulled the covers back for her and helped her get in. Then I went to the other side.

  “Evan, will you hold me?”

  “You don’t have to ask.” I pulled her against my chest and brushed her hair off her face.

  “Tomorrow is going to be so hard.”

  “Just lean on me. I have a strong back and it’s there for you all the time.”

  “I wonder if it’ll be strong enough to get me through the day.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “It’s just that…I don’t know.”

  “Babe, I know you’re expecting the worst, but please don’t lose hope.

  * * *

  “Hope is the thing with feathers

  That perches in the soul

  And sings the tune without the words

  And never stops at all.”

  * * *

  “That’s beautiful.”

  “It’s Emily Dickinson. But you have to believe and have hope. Don’t give up yet, babe.”

  She softly touched her lips to mine. “You’re right. I’ve thanked God for you every day, Evan. I have no idea what I would do without you.”

  I kissed her this time and answered, “I love you, Sylvie. Every part of you. In good times and bad. That’s what love is. It’s not about the beautiful and wonderful times. It’s about hardships and dealing with difficulties. Ask me how I know, I can’t tell you, but I know I’d do anything for you. And facing adversity is a part of life, unfortunately. But as a team, we can weather any storm.”

  “One plus one equals four.”

  Chuckling, I said, “In our case, it certainly equals three with button in there.”

  She snuggled deeper against me and said, “Yeah. Our little button. I can’t wait to see what she looks like.”

  “You mean he.”

  Soon, her soft snores came to me, and I fell asleep right afterward.

  My phone’s alarm woke us both up. We groaned and I was pleasantly surprised she slept the whole night.

  “We’d better get moving,” I said.

  She slipped out of bed and made it to the bathroom before I even moved. I let her have some privacy before I joined her. By the time I got there, she was already in the shower.

  “You’re quick today.”

  She called from rinsing her hair, “I know. I need to get this mass of frizz tamed before we leave.”

  “I love it curly. Why don’t you ever wear it that way?”

  “You really like it like that?”

  “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t say so. It’s gorgeous and not frizzy.”

  She turned off the water and opened the shower door. Damn, I wished I’d been looking the other way. Sylvie, wet and slick was something I didn’t need right now. My dick, which popped its head right up, didn’t need it either.

  “You’re serious about my hair?”

  “Huh?” I was staring at her luscious tits.

  “My hair.” Then she caught me staring and noticed my erection and said, “Apparently you like what you see.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I fisted my cock as I headed to the shower. I’d have to take care of things before we left.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like? Taking a shower.”

  “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

  “If you must know, I was taking things into my own hand.”

  She shoved me and followed me in.

  “Sylvie, what are you doing?”

  “What does it look like? Turn the water on, Evan.”

  How could I refuse my lady? I did as she requested and watched her drop to her knees. She licked my most sensitive parts and then went down to the base and back to the tip. Her hot tongue circled it a few times, before she put it into her mouth. I stared at her hollowed cheeks as she sucked me off. Fuck, it was unreal. Slowly, she slid her mouth up and down and tongued my tip. My arms braced myself against the cool tiles as the water rushed over us. This was amazing, watching my love give me a blow job like this.

  “Fuck, Sylvie, just like that.” She ran her tongue around my balls and then back up my cock. When she sucked me again, she took me deep, deeper than I thought she’d be able to. Each time I hit the back of her throat, she’d swallow, and I’d almost shoot off.

  “Babe, I’m gonna come.”

  She didn’t let me go, so I told her again. “I can’t hold back.” She looked up at me and blinked. That was it. I let it go and she swallowed every drop, licking and sucking me bone dry. I pulled her up and kissed her, hard.

  “Christ, Sylvie, you trying to kill me?”

  “No, just trying to make you come.”

  “Mission accomplished.” Now it was payback.

  I dropped to my knees, put one of her legs over my shoulders, and ran my tongue from one end of her slit to the other. I wasn’t wasting any time on this. I delved into her pussy, then zeroed in on her clit. After some intense licking, I sucked her until I kissed an orgasm out of her. I wasn’t finished. My finger tunneled inside of her and found her G-spot. Massaging it while she quivered, my tongue repeated the actions on her clit. Her breathing and cries told me she was getting close again. When she tumbled over the edge, her leg gave out and I caught her in my lap as we sat on the floor. Our mouths crashed onto each other’s and we made out like teenagers.

  We broke apart with loopy grins on our faces. “I hate to break this to you, but I still need to shower, and you need to get dressed.”

  “Yeah. But that was awfully fun.”

  “It was. Tomorrow, same place, same time?”

  “It’s a date.” I helped her stand and she wiggled her ass on the way out.

  “Tease,” I called out to her.

  “You ain’t seen nothing
yet.”

  I laughed as I finished, glad I was able to put a smile on her face. I’d do my best any way I could.

  Fifty-One

  Sylvie

  We arrived at the hospital, each of us carrying our breakfasts and I had a bag for Dad, knowing he wouldn’t have taken the time to eat. As we walked into Mom’s room, she looked at us and her eyes sort of lit up.

  “Look, it’s the girls, John. What are they doing here?”

  “Honey, I told you they were coming to visit.”

  Confusion clouded her eyes. Dad shook his head as he stood behind her. “Hey Mom,” we all said as we came up to the bed.

  “Goodness, I need to get up and make you girls lunch. You must be starving. Are those the Christmas presents? You can put them under the tree.”

  Shit. She thought she was at home and had no idea she was in the hospital. I glanced over at Dad and he shrugged. He’d probably been dealing with this ever since she woke up. He would leave her range of vision and make gestures, indicating we should go along with her.

  “Okay, and Mom, we’re not starving. Lunch can wait,” I said.

  “Well, that’s a relief. I’m so tired for some reason. Must’ve had a terrible night’s sleep.” She suddenly went blank and stared at the corner of the room.

  Dad said, “She’s having a seizure again. When she comes out of it, she’ll not remember you coming in.”

  “Should we leave?”

  “No. It won’t matter.”

  It took several minutes, but Mom blinked and then was back. “John, what are all these people doing here?”

  “Hi, Mom.” Piper went up to her.

  “Piper, why are you here?”

  “I wanted to see you.”

  “Where are your sisters?”

  “We’re here, Mom,” Reynolds said.

  It was painful, seeing her like this. She began to get agitated.

  “John, what’s going on. I need to get dressed and go shopping today.”

  “Oh, honey, we have plenty of food. I went to the store yesterday.”

  “Did you buy the turkey?”

  “I sure did. Everything’s ready.”