A Grandpa becomes a dad
I'd like to thank kenjisato, again, for great editing and my friend Anaya for input. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.
Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and my bank account.
A Grandpa becomes a dad
This is a story of how I became a single, widowed parent to my granddaughter at an early age. My name is Mike Phillips.
In high school, I met Mary. We became boyfriend and girlfriend, and we were inseparable. We graduated high school together, we married and within the year we had our son, Matthew. We fit college around Matt's birth, and we graduated together-- life was wonderful.
I was a middle-school math teacher, and Mary was a middle-school special education teacher. We even taught at the same school.
Mary had a dream of opening a learning center for special education students. A center that would take care of the different learning disabilities students have and give them independent learning experiences.
We taught for fourteen years, our love was very strong, and we never lost sight of Mary's dream.
Our sex life.
Mary and I had a very active sex life. After Matt was in bed, Mary and I would wash dishes and clean the house together. Mary would love to come up and grab my cock from behind. Mary's B-cup breasts were my kryptonite, and I would come up behind Mary fondle them or her ass, or sometimes, I'd slip my hand in her shorts and strum her clit like a guitar string. She would pretend it was not affecting her, but then she would turn around and give me a deep kiss, which would lead us to the bedroom.
With our sex life, nothing was off the table between us. We would watch soft porn and read erotic books to each other; we made love in the hot tub many times. We had a chair, in the bedroom, I called it the 'sex chair', that I had adjusted so that when I was on my knees, my dick was even with her pussy while she sat in the chair. We brought each other to climax almost at will.
Some nights, we would dedicate the whole night to one of us. On those nights, one of us was treated to TLC by the other.
One thing that Mary liked, was for me to loosely tie her arms and legs to our four-poster bed, spread eagle, and take her gyrating body to beyond the moon and back. She also liked to be fisted occasionally. We did have some really hot lovemaking sessions.
Grandparents?
As Matt graduated high school, he told us that he and Ashley, his girlfriend of four years, were pregnant. We talked with Ashley's foster parents, and it was a rather civil discussion; after all, Matt was eighteen. Ashley was eighteen and was aging out of the system at graduation. Matt immediately stepped up and took responsibility. We supported the kids one-hundred ten percent, and they got married.
When Ashley's time came to give birth, Mary drove to the hospital to support the young couple. I was coming from the other side of town after teaching an in-service at another middle school.
Mary, I love you.
Mary's car was hit by a drunk driver at about four in the afternoon! He was still on the clock for his company.
I had arrived at the hospital for my granddaughter's birth. While sitting in the maternity waiting room, I got a phone call from a policeman, telling me, "You need to get to the St. Luke's hospital emergency room."
I replied, "I am in St. Luke's maternity waiting room, I'll be there shortly."
As I arrived at the emergency room, I was escorted into an exam room. There was my lovely Mary, she was bandaged up with tubes and wires attached and machines beeping. Her eyes were closed. The emergency room doctor just looked at me with sad, defeated eyes. I came to her bedside and took a hold her hand.
She opened her eyes. "I am sorry, Mike. I love you."
I replied, "I love you so much." I knelt, and kissed her lips, not realizing that it would the last time I would kiss my loving, sweet Mary's lips alive.
The nurse moved me back, so they could attend to Mary. It was almost as if Mary had waited for me, so she could say goodbye.
It was at that time that the EKG machine started to emit the continuous high-pitched beep, signaling the stop of a beating heart-- the end of memories, and the beginning of grieving.
After about ten minutes, I heard the doctor say, "Time of death five-fifty-five PM."
I shuffled my way back to the maternity area. In a sad trance, I walked into the maternity waiting room.
Just then, Matt came through the doors and announced, "She's here, born at five-fifty-five."
My body crumpled to the floor.
My son rushed over to me. "Dad, are you okay?"
The only thing I could say was, "Your mother is dead."
I woke up in a hospital bed. The emergency room staff had sent a nurse to see how I was, and she found me right after I crumpled. She explained to all that my wife had died.
My son then had to take charge-- a new baby, a dad lying on the floor, and a mother that he'd never see alive again.
I was released two days later. Matt and Ashley took little Mary-- named after my Mary, grandma Mary-- and myself home. Matt and Ashley helped me arrange my Mary's funeral.
Mary's gravestone was engraved with: A LOVING WIFE, A LOVING MOTHER, AND A LOVING GRANDMOTHER, IN HEAVEN.
I knew I needed help, so I started seeing a psychologist. After all, Mary and I had been together twenty-four years from boyfriend and girlfriend in high school to almost grandparents. I saw the psychologist for three years. My life started to smooth out.
Monetarily.
I was able to sue the drunk driver and all the entities involved. I was not a legal person, but I had a great lawyer, Ellen Barrister, Esq.; what a name for a lawyer, and I received Mary's life insurance, and the money from the lawsuit solved any money problems I had, but it did not bring my Mary back. I wanted to honor Mary with the money.
That was when I started: The Mary Phillips's Learning Center, 'Make A Difference!'
I quit teaching public school, so I could dive into the learning center. As its director, I hired only the best teachers and staff. I applied for grants and funding from businesses and large companies in my area. I went 'hat in hand' to people who believed in education and wanted to see students excel. The learning center thrived; donations were good and being a 501(c)(3) charitable organization helped.
Within three years, it had the highest rating of any learning center in the state. I could not take all the glory; I just knew how to hire excellent staff! I was told my interviews were tough but refreshing. I almost got in trouble with the IRS for not paying myself a wage at the market rate for directors in my area, it was too low.
Matt and Ashley attended college and got their degrees in four years, thank God they had scholarships. They both got great jobs and their little family flourished.
After they had both been working almost one year, Ashley thought she was pregnant again. Ashley got an appointment and asked if I could watch little Mary. I loved watching her.
While I was home watching little Mary, I got a phone call from the police, telling me I needed to get to the emergency room as quickly as possible. I got an empty feeling in my stomach. It was like déjà vu.
What had happened, was an 18-wheeler with equipment problems, had blown through a red light and ended Mary's parents' lives in one fucking moment, just like that. I got little Mary into the car and drove the three miles to the hospital. As I entered, there were several volunteers; one took Mary's hand and a couple took me by the arms into a private waiting room. A chaplain and the sweetest-looking grandmother-type volunteer were there.
The hardest thing was telling Mary that mommy and daddy had gone to heaven.
I had a new job from starting right then, I had to be strong for my granddaughter. I was all Mary had.
I had to put the learning center on automatic. I had a great staff and parents were so wonderful.
Matt's and Ashley's Head stone said: THE TWO SHALL BE AS ONE, A MOMMY AND A DADDY, WHO LOVED THEIR LITTLE MARY
I took little Mary and myself to psychological counseling, as we both needed it.
After months, we started to bring ourselves back to our 'new' normal. I read many bedtime stories. We took walks. We held each other. I was back going to 'work' at the learning center five days a week. My hours were geared to Mary's pre-school later grade school hours. We went to the zoo so many times, that Mary could recite the zoo guide's speech by heart.
Lawyers again
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Having gone through the hell of my Mary's death, I knew what I had to do to protect my beautiful granddaughter's interests. I contacted Ellen Barrister Esq. again. She now had her child in the learning center and had told me she liked the school.
The trucking company did not want the publicity of not taking care of an orphan!...Two parents both working, having a young child and Ashley was pregnant! Ellen said that the payoff from the lawsuit would be so high that she would not charge the normal fees because it was a slam dunk with very little footwork. The story did make the papers and the television news. It still did not bring my little Mary's parents back.
It was a slam dunk!
All the legal stuff was taken care of; I was named Mary's guardian, and trustee over a large trust fund for Mary, and I was given a settlement also. All this added to what I had received from my Mary's accident. Little Mary and I were set for life and maybe for my great-grandchildren's lives, too.
As time went on, my social life was Mary and the learning center. For Mary, it was one school event after another-- Dance classes, she played 'powder puff' sports: basketball, softball, Volleyball and I played chauffeuring.
Mary and I settled into family life.
Because I made my own hours as the director, I could help Mary's teachers by being a room dad (like a room mother). I baked cookies, cupcakes, picked up juice boxes, chaperoned field trips and helped with field day. I met several of the mothers of Mary's classmates. Most were great mothers; in most cases, I was at least fifteen to twenty years older than them, I'd have to say a couple showed some interest in me but seemed like gold diggers. I just couldn't think of any kind or relationship, while I took care of Mary.
I made sure Mary did well in her schooling. I got her to her middle-school years.
Mary's BFF
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