Many thanks to my editor SoCalOvid on this series. He has given my words, that extra zing. Thank you for opening my quirky romance. If you would please read the previous chapters before this one, it will make it more understandable, and I hope very enjoyable.
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Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 08
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The Boeing 737 banked northward and began its descent. The man in 27A packed up his computer and looked out the window. He saw the Cincinnati skyline off in the distance and thought about the past eighteen months. It was fraught with poor choices, and deception. He quietly squirmed when he heard the landing gear extend and wondered what kind of a reception he would get from his former lover as he returned to reclaim what was his. He knew once he got his hooks in, it wouldn't be too long before he was back in control.
The jet touched down, and the engines now in reverse throttled up to slow the aircraft down. As the jet rolled down the landing strip the captain came on the speaker and welcomed the passengers to the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport. He informed everyone that the weather was an unusually warm and sunny, the temperature was 53 degrees, then he thanked them for their patronage, and informed the passengers that cell phones could now be used. The jet turned off the runway, and began the short journey to the gate.
The man immediately turned his cell phone on, and tried to call his former lover, only to discover much to his irritation the phone number was no longer in service. Once at the gate, the jet's door opened and the man, so angry that his ex would have the audacity to change his number, swore out loud as he retrieved his carry-on luggage from the overhead bin. A young husband, with a very pregnant wife at his side, took offense to the use of such foul language, and chastised him loudly in front of the now smiling passengers. The normally brash man cowered at the husband's words. He quietly disembarked and slinked away to the baggage claim as he cursed his ex repeatedly.
Outside, the man enjoyed the bright sunlight, so different from the rainy place he left that morning. He took the tram to where the car rentals were located, and soon he was on his way to reclaim his meal ticket.
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Three months earlier
Sam just got up from a busy night with her new fiancé. She went downstairs to make coffee and let the dog out. She contemplated what to do with her mom — how to reveal her pregnancy, and her upcoming marriage. Sam was irritated that her mom wouldn't give Lynn a chance, and by the way in which she seemed to have judged him without even knowing him. It didn't matter that her only daughter was happy: mom didn't like her choice. Mother never liked Sam's choices. The pregnant construction worker was so deep in thought that she didn't hear her princess come up behind her and when he kissed the nape of her long neck she shivered with delight.
"Good morning my fiancé, and how are you doing this fine morning?" Lynn cooed.
Sam's heart jumped at the word fiancé, yet her tone indicated worry, "Honestly Princess, my mom's attitude is really bugging me. For years she kept shoving my lesbian lifestyle in my face, and I just smiled. She laughed at me when I told her I broke up with Alexis. My own mother laughed at me. In my sorrow, I still turned the other cheek because she was my mother. Now I tell her I found true love — a love with a lover who has a penis.
"I thought she would be ecstatic, and instead what does she say? She asks 'How could you get involved with another queer?' What kind of mother do I have?
"Then she calls your phone and harasses you until you are forced to change your number. She tells me I'm stupid, and, and, UGGGGGGH!" Sam yelled in desperation as she pounded the table with her fist, so frustrated with her mom's abhorrent behavior.
Lynn tenderly took Sam's hand, stroked it gently, and calmly said, "Parents only want what's best for their child. Sometimes the parent is right, and sometimes the child is right. Your mom loves you, and wants you to be happy, my Knight. She is just having difficulty with your choices — although I must say your last choice was perfection," he said with his slightly catty feminine wit that caused Sam to laugh and smile. "Seriously though, I wouldn't do anything rash, and I'm sure she will turn around especially once she learns you are carrying her grand-baby."
"That's what I mean: why can't she accept me for who I am, and who I love? Just because I'm pregnant she is 'now' going to accept me? That's bullshit, and you know it." The anger was building in her voice.
"Does it matter what the catalyst is for her to come around? I don't think so, and I don't think you do either. Sam, my love, as hard as it is, give her a chance to come around, please? Our love fits, remember?"
"Yes it does my beautiful man and I'll try. I'll try to give her a chance," she replied, and then she looked down and smiled. "Speaking of hard — glad to see me, huh?"
"Always; but after last night, the only thing holding it up is the need to pee. Do you realize that you have actually rubbed me raw? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. The spirit is very willing, but alas my delicate 'flesh' is weak," he said with pure feminine charm.
"No problem milady; that's why God created the strap-on," Sam said with a wicked little smile, and raising a single eyebrow.
"And a tongue too," he replied as he passed his tongue over her scar and delicately stuck the tip in her ear.
"Lynn, stop it you're giving me goose bumps, and making me wet. I need to take my shower now and get to work, I can't be late a second time this week."
"How about we save water today?" he giggled.
"You're incorrigible, but you know that's why I love you and I am going to make an 'honest femme' out of you yet."
Lynn laughed at her remark, grabbed her hand and the two went upstairs to have a little fun before separating for the day.
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Sam got to the job site just as Max concluded the pre-job briefings.
He looked at the late arrival and bellowed, "Job trailer Weatherly, NOW!"
Sam winced, and for the next five minutes faced the wrath of her foreman. The ass chewing over, she walked down the trailer stairs, and headed to the grader. She heard a snicker and looked up to see Jackson laughing. She changed direction and traveled over to him.
"What the fuck is 'your' problem?"
With a smirk on his face he replied, "I don't have a problem; however, when I see a big strong..." He flexed his arms mockingly, "pregnant woman worn out by a wee little man...too funny, too fucking funny, and that...my dear friend is a fucking hilarious problem."
Sam looked at Jackson, and with anger in her voice replied, "My 'FIANCE' is not a 'wee' man, and I take offense at your name calling! So put up your dukes Jackson; I am going to kick the crap out of you!" she yelled as she raised her fists menacingly, albeit with a smile on her face.
"Fiancé? Fiancé? Oh wow, I can't believe it, come here you," he countered enthusiastically and gave Sam a big hug, lifting her up off the ground. "I am so happy for you two. It's about time you made an honest 'woman' out of him." His smile couldn't get any bigger.
"Fuck you Jackson," Sam jokingly said as she punched him in the arm.
