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Chapter 14
Okay, no flames. That was Ch. 13, people! Had to have SOMETHING happen eventually. But, I promised fluffy, and you'll have it, by.
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Chapter 14
William stood and quickly rushed to Buffy’s side. She looked like she was going to fall apart. “Sweetheart, breathe. It’s not what you think. Breathe.”
Buffy took in several shuddery gasps. “What, she’s reformed and ready to take an active role in parenting the little boy she walked away from?” She was practically screaming now. “She can’t have him! She can’t crush him to pieces and then waltz back into his life! You don’t do that to kids.u dou don’t do that to him! What if she decides it’s too much and leaves again? It’s not fair!”
William held her closely, so proud of how she was fighting for her family. “Darling, you have it all wrong. If you ever met Dru, you would know that reforming is not in the cards for her. All she cares about is her new toy, which happens to be her old toy really... She has signed her consent to remove her rights as a parent. She wants to legally be removed of her former eglemglements as well, it seems.”
Buffy looked up at him in a daze. He was clenching his teeth so tightly that his muscles in his face looked like steel cables. She reached up and smoothed them with her hands. “You look sad about that. Is there a part of you that wished she did reform and come back to you and James?”
He looked at her with amazement. And laughed. “Sorry. I’d be happiest if I never laid eyes on that evil bitch again, to be perfectly frank. I’m angry because it’s just happened. I’m angry that she hurt my son, then left, and now gets to pretend the last 15 years were some horrible nightmare she had. However...” He walked back to his desk and signed a document and laid his pen down.
“Aside from that, I’m quite happy that she can’t ‘waltz back into his life’ now. Apparently there is a snag under California law. The courts won’t officiallmovemove her rights unless someone is there to take her place as an adoptive mother. I suppose you could call that her final parting gift to me.”
This was all happening a little too quickly for Buffy. Was he suggesting... That wasn’t a ... Huh?
“Buffy, I can tell from your face what you are thinking. That was not a proposal. I’m not such an ass that I would not let you know without a shadow of a doubt what I wanted from you. I’m just letting you know what the future could hold - the possibilities. Can’t you at least tellyou’you’re glad she is almost completely out of the picture?”
“She is never taking my family from me. William?”
He laughed at her earnest answer that told him everything he needed to hear. Well, almost everything. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Take me to bed.”
*************
The cooler weather of fall came, and with it the excitement of Buffy going back to her classes. She and William had made prior arrangements to ride to campus together after dropping James off at his school. As Buffy was not in the graduate anthropological literary studies program, William dropped her off at the other end of campus before making his way to his office.
Many times they found a chance to have lunch together, but mostly Buffy chose to use all her free time to study and work on assignments so she would have her evenings free with her family. As the year drew to a close they found themselves in a steady pattern of breakfast, drive, kisses, work/class, meet at 2:00, drive to gather James, then home. Buffy would spend the afternoon with James helping him with his schoolwork or just enjoying his company, while William used that time to finish up loose ends with his writing or his graduate students research. It was understood that come dinner, it was family time.
This particular evening found the three of them gathered in the study grouped around a puzzle. Buffy kept nudging therectrect piece over towards James’ hand so he would “discover it” on his own. After the fifth time, James started holding his hand out to her. It’s hard to fool a smart kid. Buffy laughed. “Fine. Do it yourself.”
James concentrated hard and finally got all of the puzzle together. “Look what I did! I want to do it again.” And with that he broke it apart and sat down to put the puzzle back together. Buffy stood up, worked the kinks out of her back and sat down on the overstuffed chair next to William. He took her in his arms and that sat together watching James. “He gets his smarts from my side of the family.”
She laughed at that, but a part of her felt an unfamiliar ache at that. “I wish he was mine, really. You know, as in, he has my eyes, that sort of thing...”
“There’s more to parenting than genetics, love. What about your heart? He has that, doesn’t he?”
She smiled at that. She looked right at the subject of their discussionHe dHe definitely does.” James looked up at them. He climbed up into their laps and settled between them, one hand reached to twirl his dad’s hair, the other taken into Buffy’s hand. Buffy felt like all of the pieces were coming together for her. Her boys filled a hole in her heart she hadn’t realized was there before.
“Let’s get this boy off to bed. You definitely need a bath first though!” Buffy stuck her nose under his arm and made snuffling noises. “P.U.” James started to gigle. She picked him up and held him close and headed for the stairs.
After all offending odors were removed, a satisfying stopping place presented itself in their chapter book, and hugs and kisses were given all around, Buffy stood to leave. “Love you buddy-boy. Sleep tight. And you know what? I hope those bed bugs nibble you to pieces. Like this!” She blew raspberries on his neck. James giggled and grabbed her neck to give her one last squeeze. “I love you, mom.”
She felt two fat tears squeeze their way out of her eyes. She pulled back to look at him. “Is that what you want to call me, baby?” He shyly grinned up at her and nodded. “I think you are the greatest kid on earth. Did you know you were? I love you too, honey.” A big hug and kiss followed, then she blew kisses at him as she shut the door. William was standing in the hall.
“Are you okay with that, love? “Ar “Are you kidding? Every time I think I can’t love him any more, he does something like that. It’s like the Grinch.” He looked at her quizzically.
“You know, ‘his heart grew three sizes that day?’ Okay. This is one of those generational thing that is going to pop up, isn’t it?”
He laughed and said, “no, I was young enough for the Grinch. In fact, I’d wager I was watching the original when you were watching it as a ‘holiday tradition.’ It just took me a second. All I remembered about it was that poor dog with the horn on his head.”
He took her hand in his. “I think you just described parenthood, sweetheart. Welcome to the club. I have a few things yet to do, can you find a way to be entertained without me? I’m afraid it may take a while.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage. I do have some things to wash. Perfect chance!” She kissed him on the cheek, and headed to her laundry basket to do her personal washing. She wasn’t quite ready to have the cleaning sce tce touch her “unmentionables.”
She grabbed a book to make better use of her time and headed off to the laundry room. One load washed, dried and folded, three chapters highlighted and noted, and one last load into the wash. Buffy knew that Cook had gone to bed already, so she slipped off her underwear and tossed it into the wash. She pulled her short robe down and hurried to the chair she had dragged in to finish her last chapter for the night.
After a while, she heard the buzzer and rose to put the wet clothes into the dryer. She bent over at the waist to put in a dryer sheet and felt someone stand behind her. “Christ, Buffy. You’ll be the death of me.”
She tried to stand up, but he kept a hand on her back. The other hand began massaging her bottom. She grabbed the sides of the dryer with both hands and pushed back against him. She heard a zipper, then felt a finger tease her opening. He had one hand against her lower back, and the other snaked around to hold her soft belly. Slowly he entered her, pushing her up on the tips of her toes, then rocking back down as he left, but not quite.
“What a lovely treat you’ve given me. I realized I couldn’t work anymore just thinking about doing this very thing. Ahh, god, woman,” he exclaimed, feeling her tighten around him every time he withdrew.
Her legs felt like they were going to give way soon. “William, I can’t... Here.” She pulled away from him and turned facing him, unsure of what to do. He picked her up and set her on the edge of the machine and moved to stand between her legs.
“I think I prefer this way. I love watching your face.” He came to her again, hands holding onto her hips. Her hands hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, seeking the hard muscles of his chest. She held onto his shoulders as he thrust into her, never leaving the same way he came.
He took one hand and opened her robe, exposing breabreasts to him. He touched her with reverence, gentle and loving. “You are so beautiful. I could never go tired of seeing you like this.” He took her in his hand and lightly rubbed across her peak, then kissed her deeply. He reached down between their bodies and stroked her, bringing her to completion.
She bit down hard on his shoulder to control her noise. “Buffy, I love you. Please come with me.” She leaned back and cried out at her release. He quickly followed. She stayed sitting (she didn’t trust her legs just yet) and held to him, murmuring her love for him. William treated her to small, tender kisses behind her ear, down her neck, over her eyes.
After catching their breath, she finally stood, made herself more modest with her freshly folded laundry and reached for her schoolwork. William was already holding her things. “Carry your books, miss?” She laughed at him and let him follow the swing of her hips down the hall and up the stairs to their room. After a trip to the bathroom to freshen up, they both climbed into bed to sleep and do it all over again the next day.
TBC...........
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Chapter 14
William stood and quickly rushed to Buffy’s side. She looked like she was going to fall apart. “Sweetheart, breathe. It’s not what you think. Breathe.”
Buffy took in several shuddery gasps. “What, she’s reformed and ready to take an active role in parenting the little boy she walked away from?” She was practically screaming now. “She can’t have him! She can’t crush him to pieces and then waltz back into his life! You don’t do that to kids.u dou don’t do that to him! What if she decides it’s too much and leaves again? It’s not fair!”
William held her closely, so proud of how she was fighting for her family. “Darling, you have it all wrong. If you ever met Dru, you would know that reforming is not in the cards for her. All she cares about is her new toy, which happens to be her old toy really... She has signed her consent to remove her rights as a parent. She wants to legally be removed of her former eglemglements as well, it seems.”
Buffy looked up at him in a daze. He was clenching his teeth so tightly that his muscles in his face looked like steel cables. She reached up and smoothed them with her hands. “You look sad about that. Is there a part of you that wished she did reform and come back to you and James?”
He looked at her with amazement. And laughed. “Sorry. I’d be happiest if I never laid eyes on that evil bitch again, to be perfectly frank. I’m angry because it’s just happened. I’m angry that she hurt my son, then left, and now gets to pretend the last 15 years were some horrible nightmare she had. However...” He walked back to his desk and signed a document and laid his pen down.
“Aside from that, I’m quite happy that she can’t ‘waltz back into his life’ now. Apparently there is a snag under California law. The courts won’t officiallmovemove her rights unless someone is there to take her place as an adoptive mother. I suppose you could call that her final parting gift to me.”
This was all happening a little too quickly for Buffy. Was he suggesting... That wasn’t a ... Huh?
“Buffy, I can tell from your face what you are thinking. That was not a proposal. I’m not such an ass that I would not let you know without a shadow of a doubt what I wanted from you. I’m just letting you know what the future could hold - the possibilities. Can’t you at least tellyou’you’re glad she is almost completely out of the picture?”
“She is never taking my family from me. William?”
He laughed at her earnest answer that told him everything he needed to hear. Well, almost everything. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Take me to bed.”
*************
The cooler weather of fall came, and with it the excitement of Buffy going back to her classes. She and William had made prior arrangements to ride to campus together after dropping James off at his school. As Buffy was not in the graduate anthropological literary studies program, William dropped her off at the other end of campus before making his way to his office.
Many times they found a chance to have lunch together, but mostly Buffy chose to use all her free time to study and work on assignments so she would have her evenings free with her family. As the year drew to a close they found themselves in a steady pattern of breakfast, drive, kisses, work/class, meet at 2:00, drive to gather James, then home. Buffy would spend the afternoon with James helping him with his schoolwork or just enjoying his company, while William used that time to finish up loose ends with his writing or his graduate students research. It was understood that come dinner, it was family time.
This particular evening found the three of them gathered in the study grouped around a puzzle. Buffy kept nudging therectrect piece over towards James’ hand so he would “discover it” on his own. After the fifth time, James started holding his hand out to her. It’s hard to fool a smart kid. Buffy laughed. “Fine. Do it yourself.”
James concentrated hard and finally got all of the puzzle together. “Look what I did! I want to do it again.” And with that he broke it apart and sat down to put the puzzle back together. Buffy stood up, worked the kinks out of her back and sat down on the overstuffed chair next to William. He took her in his arms and that sat together watching James. “He gets his smarts from my side of the family.”
She laughed at that, but a part of her felt an unfamiliar ache at that. “I wish he was mine, really. You know, as in, he has my eyes, that sort of thing...”
“There’s more to parenting than genetics, love. What about your heart? He has that, doesn’t he?”
She smiled at that. She looked right at the subject of their discussionHe dHe definitely does.” James looked up at them. He climbed up into their laps and settled between them, one hand reached to twirl his dad’s hair, the other taken into Buffy’s hand. Buffy felt like all of the pieces were coming together for her. Her boys filled a hole in her heart she hadn’t realized was there before.
“Let’s get this boy off to bed. You definitely need a bath first though!” Buffy stuck her nose under his arm and made snuffling noises. “P.U.” James started to gigle. She picked him up and held him close and headed for the stairs.
After all offending odors were removed, a satisfying stopping place presented itself in their chapter book, and hugs and kisses were given all around, Buffy stood to leave. “Love you buddy-boy. Sleep tight. And you know what? I hope those bed bugs nibble you to pieces. Like this!” She blew raspberries on his neck. James giggled and grabbed her neck to give her one last squeeze. “I love you, mom.”
She felt two fat tears squeeze their way out of her eyes. She pulled back to look at him. “Is that what you want to call me, baby?” He shyly grinned up at her and nodded. “I think you are the greatest kid on earth. Did you know you were? I love you too, honey.” A big hug and kiss followed, then she blew kisses at him as she shut the door. William was standing in the hall.
“Are you okay with that, love? “Ar “Are you kidding? Every time I think I can’t love him any more, he does something like that. It’s like the Grinch.” He looked at her quizzically.
“You know, ‘his heart grew three sizes that day?’ Okay. This is one of those generational thing that is going to pop up, isn’t it?”
He laughed and said, “no, I was young enough for the Grinch. In fact, I’d wager I was watching the original when you were watching it as a ‘holiday tradition.’ It just took me a second. All I remembered about it was that poor dog with the horn on his head.”
He took her hand in his. “I think you just described parenthood, sweetheart. Welcome to the club. I have a few things yet to do, can you find a way to be entertained without me? I’m afraid it may take a while.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage. I do have some things to wash. Perfect chance!” She kissed him on the cheek, and headed to her laundry basket to do her personal washing. She wasn’t quite ready to have the cleaning sce tce touch her “unmentionables.”
She grabbed a book to make better use of her time and headed off to the laundry room. One load washed, dried and folded, three chapters highlighted and noted, and one last load into the wash. Buffy knew that Cook had gone to bed already, so she slipped off her underwear and tossed it into the wash. She pulled her short robe down and hurried to the chair she had dragged in to finish her last chapter for the night.
After a while, she heard the buzzer and rose to put the wet clothes into the dryer. She bent over at the waist to put in a dryer sheet and felt someone stand behind her. “Christ, Buffy. You’ll be the death of me.”
She tried to stand up, but he kept a hand on her back. The other hand began massaging her bottom. She grabbed the sides of the dryer with both hands and pushed back against him. She heard a zipper, then felt a finger tease her opening. He had one hand against her lower back, and the other snaked around to hold her soft belly. Slowly he entered her, pushing her up on the tips of her toes, then rocking back down as he left, but not quite.
“What a lovely treat you’ve given me. I realized I couldn’t work anymore just thinking about doing this very thing. Ahh, god, woman,” he exclaimed, feeling her tighten around him every time he withdrew.
Her legs felt like they were going to give way soon. “William, I can’t... Here.” She pulled away from him and turned facing him, unsure of what to do. He picked her up and set her on the edge of the machine and moved to stand between her legs.
“I think I prefer this way. I love watching your face.” He came to her again, hands holding onto her hips. Her hands hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, seeking the hard muscles of his chest. She held onto his shoulders as he thrust into her, never leaving the same way he came.
He took one hand and opened her robe, exposing breabreasts to him. He touched her with reverence, gentle and loving. “You are so beautiful. I could never go tired of seeing you like this.” He took her in his hand and lightly rubbed across her peak, then kissed her deeply. He reached down between their bodies and stroked her, bringing her to completion.
She bit down hard on his shoulder to control her noise. “Buffy, I love you. Please come with me.” She leaned back and cried out at her release. He quickly followed. She stayed sitting (she didn’t trust her legs just yet) and held to him, murmuring her love for him. William treated her to small, tender kisses behind her ear, down her neck, over her eyes.
After catching their breath, she finally stood, made herself more modest with her freshly folded laundry and reached for her schoolwork. William was already holding her things. “Carry your books, miss?” She laughed at him and let him follow the swing of her hips down the hall and up the stairs to their room. After a trip to the bathroom to freshen up, they both climbed into bed to sleep and do it all over again the next day.
TBC...........