“Happy baby-day, Mrs. Denham!” he whispered, his fingers gently tightening their grip on me, holding me like he never meant to let me go as he kissed me deeply, soulfully, a sharing, caring kiss, the kind of kiss only a husband and wife truly, deeply in love with each other can share.
*
Dinner that night was an eye-opener, for me if not for Davey. Richard met us at the door and gave me his arm as we walked through the house, a large and pleasant brownstone in a discreet gated community, to the lovely, well-tended garden at the rear, where David’s Aunt Sophie awaited us.
When I saw her my heart nearly stopped; in almost every detail, down to the way she held her head and the way her lips quirked when she smiled, she was Mom! Davey was as stunned as I, but he had enough aplomb to hide it and smile, kiss his aunt, and exchange pleasantries. I was having a difficult time saying anything at all. Memories of Mom raced and tumbled through my head, her smile, her blue eyes, her glossy, jet-black hair a mass of soft curls, her quick, gentle repartee, all of it was here again, she was here again, and I was alternating between freaked-out, flabbergasted and heart-wrenched that someone so like Mom was here, being so, so like her in almost every detail.
Richard was talking to me, but I wasn’t really hearing him; all I could focus on was this vision of my mom, as beautiful as I remembered from when I was a little girl, and it took a gentle nudge from Davey to bring me back down to Earth with a bump. Richard must have noticed my rapt attention to his wife and offered me his arm, possibly intuiting some of what was racing through me; whatever it was, it gave me a chance to get away gracefully, regain my composure, and try and recover from the ‘transfixed idiot’ impression I must have given Sophie.
While Davey talked with his aunt, Richard walked me around his garden, proudly showing me his rose bushes, telling me about his struggles to keep them tended with his busy work schedule, his love for this simple, quintessentially English passion apparent in every word he said. As he talked, I calmed down, entranced by his sweet, urbane charm, aware on some level that it wasn’t an act put on to put me at my ease; he really was the best kind of ‘olde-worlde’ English gentleman, and his gentle charm, his mellow calm, and sweet, understated humor gave me much to hope for and look forward to with Davey. If Richard was representative of the older Denham men, then Davey was lucky indeed to have him, and I was blessed indeed to be joining a family that had people like Richard in it.
As we walked and talked, I could feel myself growing more and more attached to Richard; he exuded that calm confidence and charming worldliness that I’d only ever seen in Daddy and now here was Davey’s uncle bringing that out in me again. It was with almost a sense of shock that I realized I was falling in love with him, but not like the way I felt about Davey; I was growing to love him like the father I’d lost and missed so very much; it came almost as a shock, but a sad, sweet, wistful one when I realized Uncle Richard would be a fine and fitting man to fill that need inside me.
I think he sensed how my thoughts were leaning; now his hand on mine as I held his arm was more paternal than just the polite steadying of a host for his guest; in some indefinable way, Davey’s Uncle Richard knew, or could feel, what was happening inside me, and was already assuming the role my daddy would have taken if he’d been here, and it felt so right it was unquestionable.
Richard piloted me back to where Davey and his aunt chatted; I think he sensed I was calm enough to not make a fool of myself, although I also sensed that he’d never let that happen, and so, with everyone now past their moment of unsettlement, we could at last get to know each other; we were family, after all, but when uncle Richard commented on how utterly pleased and honoured he was that I’d asked him to give me away, I lost it again.
Sophie immediately gathered me in, chiding Richard for making me cry, but it was happy crying. She took me to the Drawing Room and, with almost no fuss or flurry, repaired my ravaged make-up, patted and flicked my hair back into place, and had the two of us making faces in the mirror until I was lost in helpless laughter.
“Please don’t be too overawed by Richard,” she’d said. “He’s always wanted a daughter, but it never happened; instead, we have two strapping sons who show absolutely no signs of ever getting married, no matter how hard I tried to persuade them that it was time they settled down and gave me some grandchildren! The poor dear had just about resigned himself to one day being just a bit-player in some awful, snobbish, society wedding somewhere, and then you and darling David popped-up and voila, he has his chance! Now, at least, he gets to call some of the shots, look all ‘father of the bride’, give the required ‘look after my daughter or I’ll bury you under the garden shed, young man’ speech, and generally be involved, so please, do accept my thanks for asking him; he’s actually brimming with delight, so thank you so very, very much, you darling girl!”
I almost lost it again to hear her call me ‘Darling Girl’, something Mom used to call me; to hear it once more, from someone who was almost Mom’s identical double was unsettling, to say the least. If Sophie noticed, she didn’t say anything; instead she once again patted and smoothed me, pinched my cheeks lightly to put some color back in them, and slipped my arm through hers.
“There you go, absolutely devastating once more; David’s a very lucky boy!”
*
Dinner wasn’t at all the formal affair I had been dreading; it felt more like a family get-together, with Davey and Richard so obviously at ease in each other’s company that it felt like they’d known each other for years; Davey seemed to be responding to Richard on an almost ‘father-son’ level, hardly surprising, really, seeing as he’d been effectively alone for over eight years while he slogged through medical school, while I couldn’t help but fall back into the ease and comfort I’d known during family gatherings when Daddy and Mom were still alive. Sophie made it seem so, and when she announced that she would be sitting on the Bride’s Side, and organizing the wedding for me, it felt natural; she was so much like Mom it felt completely right that she take Mom’s role and do that for me.
Davey and Richard exchanged a quick glance and nod when she said that, almost as if they’d known all along that would happen, and Richard grinned broadly when Davey toasted Sophie ‘and all “Ladies Who Organize!”, making Sophie smile through her blushes.
Back at the hotel, I watched Davey watching Boston while I slipped out of my dress, leaving just my panties on. That preoccupied, far-away look he gets when he’s perfectly happy was on his face, telling me that right there and then, he didn’t have a care in the world. He looked so young, sweet, and happy I had to hug him, while making sure his fat cock was awake and ready for action, and he in turn nuzzled me as we stood watching the lights of Boston on that warm summer evening. I could have stayed like that forever, but I had something I wanted to share with him, and he picked-up on that almost immediately.
“What is it, kitten?” he asked .
“Do you remember what I said earlier, about babies?” I asked, feeling my way along carefully.
“I do, sweetheart, what about it?” he smiled, so I pulled him around so I could look into his eyes, so he could see I was serious about what I was going to say.
“David, I meant it, I love you so much, I want to make a baby with you, I want to do that so badly…”
“Is that all?” he grinned. “Kitten, all I want to do is make babies with you. I told you; I want to get you pregnant, and watch your tummy grow, and listen to our baby grow inside you, and I wanted to do that from the moment we first made love. I love you.”
This was going better than I’d hoped, but I had to be sure he was sure.
“So if I stay off the pill, it’s OK with you, Davey? Really?”
Once again I got that lovely, sincere smile of his; with his startlingly blond hair spilling down over his forehead in a tousled cow-lick, and that big, sweet grin of his, he looked like a handsome schoolboy, young and carefree, not a man grown, and a doctor in his mid-twenties. There was, however, nothing young or carefree about the rock-hard cock I was groping and squeezing the whole time; if he was going to stand there and look so damned appealing, what else did he expect…?
“When we get home, I’ll throw them down the toilet myself. And now, Miss Keene, we have a baby to make!”
Talking about babies had given him ‘that’ look, the one that told me it was time to get nekkid, and sure enough, his hands slid into my panties to cup and squeeze my butt as he pulled me against him. It was the work of a few seconds for him to slide my panties off, and I gasped at the hot little ‘zing!’ as he stroked my puckered little hole before slipping his finger into me, grinning as he told me without words what we were going to be doing very shortly!
We kissed like two hot teenagers, teeth clashing in our haste to get our lips sealed together as tightly as possible, while he lifted and separated my ass-cheeks so he could slide his fingers into my ass, working me open for his lovely, thick cock, if that was what he wanted to do! At this point I should mention that it was definitely what I wanted him to do, which is why I let him back me toward the bed, keeping in step with him so his squirming, sexy finger in my ass stayed where it was and kept doing what he was doing to me! We collapsed on the bed, with him on top of me, so I sort of drifted my legs open in a pretty broad hint to what I wanted to do first. Just in case hints weren’t getting through, I grabbed his face to hold him so he could see me clearly.