by Stacy Borel
“Oh my, it’s my lucky day! Another handsome boy to sit at my table. Kyler honey, how are you?” She gave him the same hug she gave me.
“Hi Mrs. Tucker, how are you?” Kyler actually lifted her off the ground.
Emilyn covered her face with embarrassment.
Harper walked over to kiss Richard on the cheek.
“Hey Dad, dinner smells good.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear, but what she said was loud enough for all of us to hear. “You going to let that asshat manhandle your wife like that?”
He chuckled. “Eh, let her have some attention from a younger man. Does her good sometimes.”
Harper grinned at him and he gave her a look of a loving father.
Ky walked over to the stove and picked at the ribs, before licking his fingers. “Mmm… this tastes amazing Mrs. T.”
“Ky man, would you get your fingers out of the food?” I shook my head at him.
“What?” he said innocently. Harper rolled her eyes.
“Why don’t you kids go sit down and Richard and I will bring the food through in just a second.” Tessa said.
We walked into the dining room. I pulled the chair out for Em and took the seat next to her while Kyler and Harper went to the other side. Ky sat down leaving Harper still standing.
She grabbed her chair and pulled it out for herself. “Rude.” She said under her breath, flopping down in her seat. Ky didn’t even notice.
“Hey, Shorty?” Ky leaned across the table toward Em.
“What?” She said.
The look on his face said he was about to say something genius. “Did you ever realize what other meaning your Dad’s name has?”
She looked at him confused. Oh shit, he was so not going there. Okay, he actually was.
“What’s another name for Richard?”
“Jesus.” Harper said.
“What are you getting at Ky.” Em still wasn’t catching on.
“Dick. Dick is short for Richard. So did you know that your Dad’s name is also Dick Tucker?” His shoulders started shaking from laughing so hard.
Being male I couldn’t help myself… I may have laughed silently as well.
“Ow!” Ky yelled from across the table. He was rubbing the back of his head where Harper had slapped him.
“Now that’s funny!” She laughed.
We were all laughing at Ky as Em’s parents came into the room. Dinner went fairly smoothly after that. Harper got a few more digs in at Ky, and Em shared her news about the ultrasound. The girls all gushed and asked questions. Richard sat back beaming at his daughter, clearly happy and excited to be a grandpa.
“Oh my god, my baby is giving me a grandbaby.” Tears filled Tessa's eyes. “Richard, our baby is having a baby.”
“Baby’s having babies.” Harper teased while laughing.
“Better catch up woman! I’m no baby. I’m the same age as you and you’re not getting any younger.” Em poked at her.
Harper rolled her eyes, but looked over at Ky. He was devouring his ribs, effectively ignoring the conversation. Harper’s look wasn’t lost on me though. Em caught it as well.
The rest of the dinner went well. Kyler wised up and kept any smart ass comments to himself, Harper joked with Em’s Dad, Tessa couldn’t keep her hands off Em’s belly, and my stomach was puffed out and stuffed.
As we were all getting up from the table to start clearing our plates, my cell phone started ringing. The Black Eyed Peas were singing ‘My Humps’. What the fuck? Looking over at Ky, I could see he was almost on the floor laughing. Emilyn’s parents stopped what they were doing and looked at me questioningly. Yeah… a song about my lovely lady lumps wasn’t embarrassing me at all!
Pulling my phone out of my pocket I asked Ky, “How in the hell did you get a hold of my phone again?”
“Oh wise one, I will never tell you of my secrets. I’m stealth… like a ninja.” And with that, he continued to laugh.
Jesus Christ I was going to have to put a password on my phone. Looking down at the screen I saw Val’s name. Shit! I cleared the called and hoped Em hadn’t seen who it was calling me. She looked over as I put my phone back in my pocket.
“Didn’t you need to get that?” She clearly didn’t get a look at the name—much to my relief.
“Nah. It was just a telemarketer.” I hated lying to her but I wasn’t going to let Val ruin my night with Em and her family, especially when everything was going so well. Her parents hadn’t even brought up the time I left. They were just interested in talking to me about my music and how it felt to own a house at home. I thought I’d dealt with the Val issue when she was texting me this morning, but I obviously hadn’t been clear enough. She’d wanted to know where I’d been and why I wasn’t in LA. I explained to her that I had moved back home and that I was trying to fix things with Em. She needed to know that things with her had never been serious for me. So I had no idea why the hell she was still bothering me.
“Are you about ready to head home? I’m tired and I have to work early in the morning.” She said, accepting my lie too easily.
“If you’re ready to go, then let’s get you in the car.”
“Finn, would you mind stepping in to the living room so we can talk for a second?” Em’s Dad quietly asked me.
I nodded, feeling my heart thundering in my chest. Shit, here we go. He was going to tell me that I was the world’s biggest douchebag, and to stay away from his daughter. Em was talking to her mom, but glanced over at me before I walked out of the room with her dad. She didn’t seem worried at all.
He stopped short just inside the living room, turning to look at me.
“Thank you for taking care of my daughter Finn. She looks happier than I’ve seen her in years.”
This was definitely not what I had expected from him. Shocked, I tentatively said, “You’re welcome?” Richard heard the question in my voice and grinned.
“I figured you’d be a bit uncomfortable around Tessa and me, but don’t. Let me lay it all out there so you know where we stand.” This was good I thought to myself. “We knew you had to have had your reasons for leaving all of those years ago. We didn’t like what it did to our daughter, but we respected your choices. Tessa and I always thought you were a good kid Finn, and we still do. I should have never pushed her to be with West like I did. For the past ten years we’ve had to sit back and watch the light in her eyes fade...” He stopped and looked down, then glanced back up at me. He seemed to be collecting himself. “Today is the first day I’ve seen my daughter truly happy in almost a decade, and it’s all because of you son.”
The emotion in the room was nearly choking me. Richard had tears in his eyes, and I was not far off either. “Wow, Richard I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything son. Just know that you are always welcome in our home, and Tessa and I are thankful that you are in our lives.”
Shit… I coughed and then took a deep breath to push back the lump in my throat and clear the tears in my eyes. “Thanks. That means a lot. And I want you and Tessa to know that I never stopped loving Em. Even now with the pregnancy, I still love her. I’m never leaving her. She’s my whole life.”
My response was enough for Richard, because he reached out and gave me a tight hug that meant he appreciated what I said. “Better get back in there, and take my baby girl home. She needs to rest and keep my growing grandchild healthy.” He smiled at me.
Richard was a good man who loved his daughter. I was relieved that we’d cleared the air and he knew where I stood with Em. When we walked back in the dining room I saw my Tiny Girl’s beautiful smile, and she warmed every inch of my body. It was time to get her out of here so I could take her home and hold her close to me.
We said our goodbyes by the front door. I hugged her Mom again, and her Dad shook my hand and brought me in for a hug. They told us to come back soon and Em promised her Mom she’d call her the following week. Harper and Ky left together and I was curious as
to whether he would try and stay the night at her place. Despite their constant bickering, the looks they’d given each other throughout dinner indicated that something might have been going on. I’d be asking him about that tomorrow while we worked on new music. Helping my Tiny Girl into the car, I felt a sense of relief that this hurdle was over. Her parents accepted me back into their lives, no questions asked. I was exhausted and ready to get myself and Em in bed. All I could think about on the drive home was wrapping my body around her tiny frame and holding her close. This day had been more than I ever could have asked for.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to waking up in Finn’s arms. I was still coming to terms with the fact that he was even here in my life and we were living together. I’d gone back and replayed how we’d got here in the first place, and was still shocked. Everything happened so fast, and frankly as scared as I may have been to be with him again, I didn’t regret a moment of it. My parents welcomed Finn back with open arms, which was the easy part for me. They loved me, and if I was willing to accept Finn back in my life, they would too. My parents were the best. However, the hard part would be letting Finn back into my heart. I never pictured my life where it was today. I’d picked up a new ability to accept change and to live my life however the cards fell. Not the easiest of tasks, but definitely a new quality that I had welcomed with grace.
Almost a week had passed since we’d been to see my parents, and Finn and I had become closer than ever. During the week I also received a phone call from my lawyer to say that the judge had granted my divorce from West. I found it funny that marriage, which took eight years to build, could dissolve and be dismissed in a matter of months. West hadn’t spoken to me since I announced the pregnancy. He didn’t seem to care about our child or want to know how I was doing and I have to admit, it hurt. Nobody could devote that much time to someone and then just get up and walk away without having some sort of residual feelings. I didn’t love West, and I didn’t think I ever really had. But he had been my husband, and we’d shared a life together. We had been friends, which is more than likely why I felt sadness when I thought about him not caring about me or our child. The papers that were signed and filed included the additional money he said he’d pay me for the baby; despite me telling him that I didn’t want it. When I had hung up with my lawyer, I decided that I was going to head to the bank and open up a separate account for the money to be deposited into for the time being. I would look at setting it up so that my son or daughter could have the money when he or she turned eighteen. I had no need for the money.
I’d given myself twenty-four hours to let the idea of being a divorced woman sink in, and therefore the following day, I woke up in the best mood. The weight of the divorce had been taken off of my shoulders and I felt light and airy. As I lay there in bed with Finn wrapped around me, I smiled at my new situation. I was no longer in limbo. I had more of an idea where I wanted my life to go. And the best bit? Finn was in every part of it. Some may have looked at my situation as sad, but from where I was lying—with a hot man wrapped around me—I couldn’t see it that way any longer. The unease I’d been feeling had gone. All this time I’d thought it might have been Finn, and the feeling that he was hiding something from me, but I now believed it had been the not knowing if I was going up or down, left or right.
Finn had a protective arm around my stomach and his heavy even breaths warmed my hair. Even in his sleep, he was hard. I pushed back into him and he groaned. I tried not to giggle. Squirming a little more I wiggled my butt. He let go of my stomach and placed his hand firmly on my hips.
His deep gravely voice spoke in my ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish Tiny Girl.”
Feeling brave I responded, “Who said I wouldn’t finish? I want you… now.”
He pushed me over on my back, while he lay on his side and his mouth was on mine. His soft tender lips were fierce, as his tongue dove deep in my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair and he pulled me even closer to him. His kiss was desperate; it was clear he wanted me and it made me even wetter than I was before. All shyness left me, and desire took its place. I reached down and grabbed his cock and started stroking him through his boxer briefs.
Finn let go of my hair and let his hand slip under my tank top, brushing his thumb across my nipples. I moaned. He bit down lightly on my lower lip, tugging before he released it and kissed his way down my neck. My stroking became more frantic. He felt amazing.
He stopped his downward path long enough to pull my shirt over my head. His naked chest against my bare skin was almost more than I could take. I was desperate and I wanted him now. As that thought passed through my head, he latched on to my nipple and started sucking, hard.
“Oh god.” I put my hands in his hair and yanked him closer to me.
He let go of my nipple and I looked down at him. He snaked his tongue out and it circled my sensitive skin, his eyes looking up at me. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. I was shaking from desire and I was so close to coming and he hadn’t even touched me where I really needed him to yet.
“You like this Tiny Girl?”
Bastard. He knew what he was doing to me. I decided turn about was fair play. I sat up, pushing him back until he was the one laying flat. I licked up his neck and nipped his earlobe. His hips shifted a bit. Pulling back a bit I smiled at him. He gave me a wicked grin back.
“What are you up…”
He was cut off by my yanking his underwear down. I gripped him hard in my hand. He was so much bigger than I remembered him being. My fingers barely touched him as I stroked him up and down.
“Fuck Em!” He grunted.
Being the one in charge was a heady experience. I licked, sucked, and bit my way down his perfect body. Each and every ridge of his abs tasted more delicious than the last. Reaching my destination, I glanced up at him. He was watching me through hooded eyes. I descended on his cock and took him into my mouth, whirling my tongue around the head of him. His hands gripped the sheets by his hips.
I dipped my head down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I felt him at the back of my throat before I pulled back up. I did this a few times. Always letting my teeth slightly graze the head of his cock on my upward motion. I could tell he was trying his hardest not to push himself into my mouth, but not long after I started he couldn’t help himself any longer. One of his hands came up and held the back of my head.
“Jesus Em, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He bit out through gritted teeth.
I pushed even further, wanting to taste more of him. He was losing himself to me.
“Emilyn, if you don’t stop I’m going to come.”
I pulled away and looked up into his eyes. “Then come Finn. I want to taste you.”
With those words, his self control went out the window. He grabbed the sides of my head and started pumping into my mouth. He’d grown impossibly hard.
“Oh shit… shit… I’m going to come Em!”
I let go of one of this thighs and took a hold of his balls. That’s when he really lost it.
He let out a guttural groan, and his hot semen hit the back of my throat.
“Oh god. Oh fuck… Emilyn!”
His rhythm started to slow and falter as he shook, coming down from his orgasm.
Releasing him from my mouth, I licked my lips. He was watching me through half closed lids.
“That has got to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.” He sounded tired.
I crawled up the bed and lay my head on his chest. His heart was still hammering.
“Well, I’ll be here all week.” He chuckled at my lame attempt at a joke.
“What about you?” He asked.
“What about me?” I tilted my head up, resting my chin on his right pectoral.
“I’d love to return the favor Tiny Girl.”
I thought about it. My need was obviously still there, but I was good. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him come undone a
t my hands—or mouth as it was—that I didn’t feel the need to get more from him.
“That was more than enough for me Finn.” I smiled at him, but I had a question lingering in my head.
“What’s on your mind Em? I can see the wheels turning up there.” He stroked his hand down my cheek.
All shyness from earlier came rushing back in. My cheeks felt like they were getting warm.
“You’re so cute when you blush.”
I rolled my eyes. “Alright… well, I was sort of wondering why we’ve done all of…well, you know…this stuff, but we haven’t actually had…” I felt weird just coming out with it.
“Sex?”
I cleared my throat, but I was unable to meet his eyes. “Yes. Don’t you want to? With me?”
“Look at me Emilyn.”
I met his eyes.
“Never doubt that I want to be with you. Okay?” I nodded my head. “I guess the easiest way to explain this to you is to say I do want to have sex… I just don’t want to have sex like this.”
Feeling like I’d been hit, I pulled back.
“What do you mean, like this?”
“I want you. I want you bad. But you’re pregnant Em. You have no idea how much I wish that baby inside you was mine. It’s not that I wouldn’t have sex with you because you’re pregnant, but the baby is someone else’s. When I’m with you again, I want it to be just you and me, with nothing between us. You are so beautiful, and you’ve been so strong through everything. I just feel that if we wait, it will be that much better.”
I suppose I understood his explanation. This baby was a product of my marriage. He didn’t want that to be in the back of our minds when we finally came together. He wanted me and only me. It was going to suck going through the next four months wanting to be with him, but I’d suck it up if it’s what he wanted.
He added, “In the meantime, there are so many other things that we can do to have fun.” He gave me a cocky smirk. “Besides, if and when it’s our turn to have a baby, you better believe I am going to have you every way under the sun.”
