She was right; Mark was still looking only partially convinced, and one glance from him was all I needed; we definitely needed older, wiser heads to talk this through with us, and I would have liked some big-brother insight from Jamie, too, but he was off on a commission somewhere in the Philippines and wouldn’t be back for at least a week. Mummy was nodding, obviously still reading my mind.
“Nguye’t right; we need talk with daddy too; he know you need to do this thing, perhaps he help you work out way to do this. You agree?”
Mark nodded.
“I think I’d like to follow this up; I’m kind of curious where this Darryl guy’s coming from, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to wait ’til Jamie gets back first. I want to see what he has to say about all this.”
I’m constantly being brought-up short by how in-tune Mark and I are, and so hearing my own thoughts echoed back at me was no surprise, it was just more proof of just how closely connected we were.
“Next week, then?” suggested Nia, and we all nodded. Next week it was, and as Jamie had business in Bristol the week after that, we decided that he and Nia would go down there together and scope-out these people, to find out just what we were getting ourselves into.
*
DARRYL:
I paused, completely wrong footed for a few seconds before I remembered I was on the phone.
“Julie Jameson? Really? Oh my God, yes, yes I’ve been looking for you, we all have!”
I heard Lena padding around in the corridor, she’d definitely want to know about this, so I called her
“Lena? LENA! It’s Julie!”
Lena popped her head in the bedroom door, her eyes wide as she murmured “Julie? Really?”
I grinned back at her.
“Yes, my cousin Julie, she’s on the phone right now!”
Lena sat on the edge of the bed, frantically motioning me to keep talking, to keep Julie talking, so I did, telling her about Emma, about her search for her, about the things Emma wanted to tell her. As we talked, I noted her voice; she had a soft, almost childlike voice, with a definite South London accent, as did Mark, and, for no good reason, I mentally pictured her as a smaller, younger version of Emma; blonde hair, green eyes, fair-skinned, all the Fraser family trademarks.
I could sense a certain reticence, an unwillingness to give too much away; she was definitely holding back, not that I blamed her; it must be unsettling in the extreme to have a whole bunch of relatives appear out of the blue, but I also felt she was holding-up remarkably well under the circumstances. I could feel the skittishness growing, especially when I suggested a meeting, so I back-pedalled, leaving the door open for them to make the next move. I still didn’t have a proper way of contacting them, so I’d just have to rely on God and guesswork as to when and if they’d make the next move.
As soon as I hung-up, Lena was on me, wanting to know details, so I told her what I knew, and what I guessed, and left her to draw her own conclusions; she was a little more up-beat than me, though.
“She called you, Dar, so she’s interested; right now I bet she’s wondering about you and why it’s taken you so long to reach out to her, and you’re right, she’s probably wary of you as well, so give her time; I think she’ll come back to you soon enough!”
She grinned impishly as she stood up and pulled the straps of her summer dress off her shoulders, letting it slide off her and onto the floor; she was naked underneath it.
“Mummy’s taken David and Mo-Mo over to Lizzie’s place, so we have the house to ourselves until this afternoon; was there anything special you wanted to do?”
There were several things I wanted to do, all of them sticky, sweaty, and immensely enjoyable, so I pulled her close and got to work. Lena pregnant is almost irresistible, as I’d discovered though our first two pregnancies, and her sex-drive seems to rev-up accordingly. The two of us were randy, ready, and poised for action, and all it took was for me to tug her back up to me to open the floodgates.
“Taste me, Dar, I want to taste you too!” she husked, my semi suddenly stiffening into a full-blown erection at the tone of her voice and the thought of what was coming next.
“Mmm, you smell nice!” I grinned, her scent subtle and alluring, and wholly natural; Lena didn’t use perfumes in case they irritated Mo-Mo’s skin, but she always smelled wonderful, a little like ice-cream, that sweet, floral, slightly milky smell, but not overpowering, rather it was fresh and enticing.