The Love Shared - S01 E25

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The Love Shared - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

"That was quick," I replied.

"Don't worry I'm clean." she said innocently, boy did I know that wasn't true. "So now go get dried off and into your PJ's." I told her.

"That's not what Mom said to do." she told me.

"And what did Mom say to do?" asked with intrigue.

"She said we were having a surprise after dinner." she replied, "Well I'm sure that whatever she means by that you can be dried and dressed for." I told her.

She nodded her head and disappeared again, knowing that it was time I cleaned the dry sweat and Pamela's fluid off of me, I got up and went to shower.

Afterwards I was sitting in the edge of my bed in a towel scrolling through my phone, I was disappointed to not have a text from Faye but then I kicked myself for probably having feelings that she didn't share.

I tossed my phone onto my bed and dried off, it felt good to be clean again and slipping into my lounge pants. I grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser and headed downstairs, Mom had been cooking Chicken in Red Wine and I've been smelling it for the last hour.

I walked into the kitchen and hugged Mom for the first time since leaving this morning, we shared a kiss and she tossed me a look of concern, "You all right?" she asked. I nodded and smiled, "Yeah, now I am. I told her and pulled out a chair.

Bobbie came out from the lounge a moment later and took a seat next to me, her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing her bath robe.

"Bobble, what happened to getting dried off and into your pyjamas? I asked.

"Don't worry about that, I'm sorting her out." Mom quickly told me, Bobble shot me a sly smile and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Fair enough, I replied.

Nobody cooked it better, ever. And I don't care what people will say about this restaurant or that restaurant. It was one of my favourite meals and it was just another thing she did better than anybody else.

I stared at her across the table as I cleared my plate, her foot brushed against my leg and a sly grin appeared on her face, For a moment I thought about 'dropping my fork, but Bobble was here and I didn't want her falling any deeper down the rabbit hole. Which was hypocritical of me I know, considering I had been the one responsible for her sexual awareness.

We both helped Mom clean up after, and as Bobbie left the room for the lounge and I couldn't resist slipping my hands around the waist of my mother and kissing her on the back of her neck. He hand swept over mine and she leaned her head back, turning it to kiss me.

"Bobbie was right you know, I do have a surprise in store. It's something I've thought about a lot of the last day or so." she told me.

"What is it?" asked. She smiled and shied away for a moment before I pulled her back against me, I kissed her again and the smile returned to her face, "What is it?" I asked again.

"You'll find out when you come to bed tonight, I was thinking about having an early night." she replied.

"An early night sounds good, what time?" I asked glancing at the clock, it was a little after seven and I knew that Bobble would be trying to find a movie for us all to watch right about now.

"Seven-thirty?" she suggested.

"Bobbie will still be around." I told her, she smiled again and nodded her head, "I know," she answered.

"Fair enough then." I said.

While Mom left the kitchen I went out the back door, taking a moment for fresh air to clear my head.

It had been a long weekend and I had the feeling it was going to be a long week too, I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair as my focus was on the far end of the yard. There was a sudden rustle in the bush and it startled me, the damn cats around here drove everybody crazy. Nobody ever seemed to know who they belonged to.

It was then that the over grown bush that had wrapped around the back gate burst open, I almost leapt out of my skin as the figure tumbled forward and dropped to the ground. I ran over and rolled the guy onto his back, it was Dad.

I pulled back in shock as he looked up at me and began trying to speak, he was still in the same clothes he wore the day he walked out of the house. Where had he been? All could make out from his verbal attempts was low level slurred mutterings and gargles. I looked down at him like the piece of crap he was for perhaps the first time in my life.

His eyes were rolling all over the place, he reached up for me but I swatted his hand away in disgust.