The Lawsons Pt 10

This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 9

Recap - After Roger's vasectomy reversal surgery, he returns home heavily under the influence of pain medication. Due to the surgery site, it's easier to keep him naked in bed which results in Samantha seeing more of him than she had intended. During his recovery, Samantha suffers a major loss when her mother dies. Seeing her as a member of their family already, Roger, Emma, and Sarah insist she move in with them when Samantha can't go back to the home where her mother died and doesn't want to be alone. In Roger's foggy state, he admits his love for Samantha to Emma, but it takes longer for him to admit it to Sam who reciprocates his affection. She soon finds herself betrothed to two gorgeous women and one amazing man and they begin planning her unofficial wedding ceremony.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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The wedding ceremony had been simple at Samantha's request. Sun dresses for the women, which required portable heaters placed around the ceremony site due to the cold snap that had moved in, a nice button-down shirt and slacks for Roger, and no need for music. Sam explained that she was a simple girl with simple tastes. And she didn't want to do the ceremony three times. Just once would do.

She couldn't help smiling throughout the entirety of the wedding. She felt like a princess, even though she wanted only a simple wedding with simple attire. Sarah had spent an hour weaving a tiara made of baby's breath for Samantha who kept touching it during the wedding. She was so happy to have had it that she cried when Sarah presented it to her.

After their vows and I do's, Samantha asked for only two things, the first being a dance with each of her spouses. She had created a list of three songs, one for each of them, and they each danced with her in the large foyer where there was plenty of room. It was an incredibly beautiful moment.

The second thing she asked for was something she'd had several times before, but tonight would be extra special. "I want nothing more than to make love to my wonderful husband and my amazing wives."

And they did. Over and over again until they fell asleep in each other's arms on the bed.

* * * *

In Florida, they spent their time Sunday lounging around the bungalow. They were very happy with the place that Roger had chosen for them, and, for some reason, there were no visitors in the bungalows next to theirs. So, the girls decided to spend their days wearing very skimpy outfits.

"I should shave my pussy," Samantha said.

"Ooh!" Emma jumped up, excited. "I'll do it. Can I do it? I

really

want to do it."

"There's nothing wrong with a little hair on your kitty, ladies," Sarah said as she read a book on the couch inside.

"I like mine waxed," Emma said.

"Oh my god, you wax it?" Samantha asked, horrified. "Doesn't that hurt like hell?"

"The first few times, yeah, but now it's old hat."

"My dearest master," Sarah said, now curious, "which do you prefer? I would gladly shave or wax for you, my love."

He was standing in the kitchen and smirked as his two youngest wives came in from the deck and stood in front of him. "There are only three kitties," he said with a smirk at Sarah, "that I give a damn about, and they are all in front of me right now. And because I didn't fall in love with your breasts, your butts, or those mind-blowing kitties, but with what was in your hearts and minds, what you do with them is up to you. I will say, though, that full-on Sherwood Forest I would accept but do not prefer."

"He likes a trim quim," Sam said with a laugh.

Roger had poured four glasses of champagne and handed them out to his wives. "A toast," he said. "To the newest Mrs. Lawson. May you forever be as happy with us as we are with you."

Once they all took a sip, Emma smacked her forehead. "Aw, damn," she said. "We were supposed to get Sam a car before we left."

"You're going to get me a car?" Samantha asked excitedly.

Sarah stood and playfully slapped Samantha's tiny ass. "No, babydoll. We're not."

"

You

are," Roger said.

Samantha rubbed her bottom from the slight sting of Sarah's slap and looked down at her own feet. "I don't have enough for that," she said quietly.

Emma went to her and held her close. "Aww, my dearest, you really do. Did you forget everything that Derek explained about the documents you signed? Our money," she said as she circled her finger to indicate everyone in the room, "is your money. So as soon as we get home, you're going car shopping."

"Oh. With all the excitement of being married now I guess I forgot." Then she added, "Ugh, millionaires," she said in mock disgust as she sipped her wine.

"Billionaires, Sam," Sarah whispered as she walked back to the couch.

Samantha choked on her champagne and spilled some of it down her chest. "What!?"

Emma had to take her wine glass before she dropped it while Roger helped her sit in a chair. "Breathe, Sammy," Emma said. "Just breathe."

"Billion?" Samantha whispered. She shook her head. "I'm--I'm not worth a billion dollars!" She looked at her husband and wives.

Emma's face turned stone cold. "You listen to me," Emma said angrily. "If I had to choose between our money and you, I would--listen to me, Samantha!" Emma said, pulling Sam's face to hers, "I would bundle it all up and torch it. Every fucking dime. Don't you

ever

think that anything we own or the money that we have is worth more than you."

"You are worth so much more than that, my sweet," Sarah agreed. "Infinitely more."

Samantha, still in a bit of shock, leaned forward to hug Emma. Roger looked over at Sarah. "Babe, didn't we go over the bank accounts with her?"

Sarah knelt beside Samantha and Emma, putting an arm around the young bride. "This is my fault," she said. "When I was training her, she was taught which bank accounts were used for what purpose, but I never showed her what was in them. That was before we all fell madly in love with her." She shook her head sadly. "But after we reached that point, I just didn't think about going over it with her in depth."

Emma put a hand on Sarah's leg. "Roger knew because he recognized who my parents were and put it together. And you knew, Mom, because you worked for my parents. I think we just took it for granted that Sam knew about it as well."

"I'm sorry, Emma. I don't know who your parents were," Samantha said as she sat back into the chair. "I was just taken by surprise." She looked around the room. "I know that you all love me. I truly do."

Roger leaned down and kissed her gently. "It took me a while to get used to it, babydoll," he said. "You will, too."

She smiled, gushing over Roger. "I really like it when you all call me that," she said bashfully.

"You're our babydoll, Sam," he said. "Always and forever."

"Would you like to hear about them?" Sarah asked. "They're your in-laws now."

"The greatest love story ever told, second only to our story," Emma said with a smile.

Sam nodded. "Tell me all about them."

Everyone sat and settled in for the story of Emma's family, starting with her grandparents. When Roger sat on the couch beside Sarah, Samantha crawled into his lap and snuggled in close. They all listened intently while Emma told the story, leading all the way up to the point where she met Roger. They then went around the circle telling their family history and what they'd done in their lives. When they finished, it was late, and they were all hungry.

Sarah decided to show off her culinary talents and made something simple for them: goulash. They'd not had much time to shop for food since they thought they'd be eating out most meals and only grabbed a few essentials at the nearest grocery store.

"I hope you all like it," she said as she served up the plates. "My mother taught me this recipe. It's nothing special, really, but it's special to me."

Roger dipped his finger into the sauce and tasted it. "This is really good," he said. "And because it's special to you, it's special to me."

She gently touched his face and kissed him. "I adore you, sir," she said quietly.

"And I you, my love."

After dinner, there was little conversation. Both Emma and Samantha were barely able to keep their eyes open. At Sarah's insistence they were put to bed, despite their arguments to the contrary. Roger and Sarah stood at the door of the bedroom and watched as the girls, both snuggled up to each other, fell asleep almost immediately.

"I think all of the excitement of Samantha's wedding wore them out," Sarah said softly as they walked back to the kitchen. "Neither of them slept much the past two days."

"I'm just glad that they're happy," Roger said. He held up a bottle of wine. "More?"

She nodded and he filled her glass. They hadn't purchased beer, so after they'd finished the champagne, he stuck with wine for himself. "You seem wide awake."

"Wide might be stretching it, but I am awake," she replied with a smile.

"Come on. Sit on the deck with me," he said as he put an arm around her for the short walk outside. Sitting on one of the deck chairs he welcomed Sarah's touch as she sat across his lap and leaned against him.

"It's a beautiful night," she said. "I don't think I've ever been to Florida."

"It's a strange state. Some parts of it are imminently beautiful and some are trash." He shook his head. "But I guess all places have that problem."

They both sat quietly enjoying the warmth and the gentle splashing of the water from the lake they overlooked. Occasionally, Roger would kiss Sarah's head or cheeks when he could reach them. But after she let out a sigh, he grew concerned.

"Sarah, you seem upset," he said gently. "You're always vibrant, but since I came home from the doctor it has been slightly muted. What's wrong?" She was hesitant and he could see that. "Don't worry, my love. You don't have to tell me until you think it's right."

She shook her head. "No. Complete honesty. That's our promise to each other." She swallowed hard and sat up a bit to look at him. "I'm scared, Roger."

"Scared? About what?"

She sighed again, not really sure how to put it in words. "Okay, I need you to promise that you'll just listen for now. Let me talk, because I don't really know how to say it in a--a coherent way, perhaps."

"I promise."

"I'm scared because I'm forty-nine. I'm forty-nine and I'm just now trying to have a baby. Do you know how hard it is for someone my age to get pregnant and actually keep a viable fetus?" Her eyes showed the worry she had been carrying. Roger just wanted to hug her and say that it would all be okay, but he promised that he would listen, so he did.

"It is very, very difficult," she continued. "And I want your child, Roger. I want your child so much that I can barely think of anything else. But what happens if I can't have one because I'm old?" Her eyes teared up as she spoke. "When Jack and I were married, we didn't want children at first. And when we changed our minds, we found out that he wasn't making many sperm, so it just never happened. And then he died." She stopped for a moment to kiss his lips. "Please forgive me for bringing that up. I'm sure you don't want the thought of Jack and I in your head. I am so sorry."

It had been uncomfortable, but it was a long time ago and they were married. What did he expect was going to happen with them? "Continue, my dearest," he simply said.

"When you and I, and Emma, fell in love, I thought for sure that I'd get another chance, but then my age kept creeping up to bite me. I did research online, all of it telling me that my chances of getting pregnant and going to term were slim." She looked over her shoulder toward the bedroom. "I love those two girls in there, you know that, right?" He nodded. "While the age thing was in my mind, I started to panic and ask myself why you would love me, or want to be with me when you had Emma? And now an even younger woman?" She shook her head and a few tears fell. "I know that I had as much to do with falling in love with Sam as you or Emma did," she said. "And I swear on my life that I am not jealous because I love them both so deeply and I want them here." She looked back at Roger. "I just wonder when you'll no longer find me attractive, and it scares me."

Roger sat quietly and looked lovingly at her.

"Oh, sorry. I'm done," she said with a chuckle as she wiped a tear with the back of her hand.

"I can't control nature," he said. "So, I cannot guarantee that I can get you pregnant. But I swore to you, Sarah, that I would do everything I could to do so. If sex isn't cutting it, then we'll circle back to IVF for the more direct approach. We'll get you on some medication to help with fertility, and me as well. I'll cut out whatever foods I have to and start eating better--whatever it takes.

"And do you know what I see when I look at the three of you?" he asked. "Earlier, inside, when Emma and Sam were standing, and you were on the couch. I see three incredible souls who, for some reason, love me and each other probably more than I love all of you."

"That's not possible, Roger," she whispered. "I know how much you love all of us."

"Either way, I actually have to work to think about how old any of you are, and I don't like that. I don't like thinking that Samantha is the youngest and that while she's seen a few things in her life, she's lived the least amount of time and has so much to discover. Emma had a great life and is only four years older than Sam, but she's traveled the world, she ran a company for a while, and has been in charge of billions of dollars for a long time. And you, the woman who essentially raised Emma to make her the woman she is today, who has lived the longest of all of us and is, without a doubt, the wisest in our family. Have I thought about those things? Of course, I have. But I have to work for that. I have to force my mind to think that way, because when I see the three of you together, or even separately like right now, I only see my wives. No age, no gray hair," he said as he rubbed his goatee which was starting to gray, "nothing else. I am, forever and always, committed to you. And I am committed to Emma, and I am committed to Samantha.

He laughed as he continued. "I mean, you do realize that when you're sixty-nine and I'm sixty you'll probably be shooing me away from wanting to see you naked all the time or having my way with you. It's not going to stop," he said. "The love, the desire to be with you, that horrible feeling I have when we're not together? None of that will stop."

She looked down at his chest and gently placed her hand on him. "I'm sorry that I doubted," she said after a beat. "I should never have doubted anything you have ever told me. You were kind and honest even before we loved each other."

"If you ever doubt anything about me, don't let it be about my devotion and love for you."

She kissed him gently. When she sat back up, she looked at the two bungalows next to them. Both were still empty. "That is so strange," she said. "I can't believe no one has taken either of the neighboring units."

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Technically, someone has taken them," he said.

"Technically?" she asked, curious now. "Sir, what did you do?"

"I booked all three of these so that we could have privacy for our honeymoon," he said with a smile.

"You are a dirty boy," she said as she kissed him again, this time with more ferocity, letting her tongue explore his mouth to taste the wine they shared. "Make love to me, Mr. Lawson," she said as she stared lovingly into his eyes.

"Anytime, anywhere, Mrs. Lawson," he said.

Despite no one being anywhere close to them, it still felt a bit naughty straddling him to make love on the deck at a family resort park. But it was dark and no one else seemed to be out either. And after forty-five minutes, Roger had given her two more chances at conceiving a child. When they finally went to bed, Sarah had a big smile on her face as his deposits slowly dripped out of her.

The next few days were filled with fun as they spent their first day at Magic Kingdom and the next at EPCOT. Sarah, always the pragmatist, made everyone slather sunblock on before they left with additional applications halfway through the day. The last thing she wanted was someone sunburned so much that they couldn't even be held. That would make for a horrible honeymoon.

On Wednesday they took a break from all things Disney and drove their rental car out into Florida, just to see the sights. They drove to Tampa and went to the zoo, which only lasted part of the day, so they decided to go kayaking and saw quite a few manatees while they were out. After another day of walking and some exercise on the river, it was late when they drove home. It was only an hour and a half drive back to the resort, but they were all tired. Samantha decided to spice things up by syncing her phone to the rental vehicle's radio and blast some music to keep everyone awake.

Roger was surprised to hear quite a few songs from the 80s in her playlist, all songs that he grew up with and knew. Sarah, too, nodded, hummed, and sang along. But when "Rapper's Delight" came on, all three women were amazed at how 100% accurate he was with the lyrics, getting into it more and more.

The girls were all quiet for a moment before they burst out laughing. It was the funniest thing they'd seen him do in ages.

"What?" he asked innocently. "I listen to music."

Sarah lovingly rubbed his arm. "And I thought you did it very well, my love," she said as they all still laughed.

Samantha bumped the songs to the A-ha unplugged version of "Take On Me" to see if he'd sing again. And he didn't let them down, singing along word for word, even going into falsetto to hit some of the higher notes. He was thankful, however, that Morten Harket had recorded this version without the very, very high notes.

They pulled into the parking area for the resort and the girls had been speechless. As they exited the vehicle, all three of them circled around Roger. "I had no idea that you sang so beautifully," Sarah said, almost in awe.

"Why have you not sung more for us?" Emma asked. "That was amazing, just like when you sang for me at our wedding!"

He put his arms around Samantha and Sarah, with Emma hanging onto Sarah, as they walked to the bungalow. "I didn't think I was that good. I usually just sing in the car."

"I'd like to hear more," Samantha said. "Maybe we can go to a karaoke place when we get home?"

"Oh, that's a great idea!" Emma replied excitedly. "We can all take turns singing!"

"Ha! I don't know about that," Sarah said.

"Come on, Mom. You used to sing to me all the time," Emma replied. "I may have been young, but I remember it," she said as she pointed to her head.

"Yes. Well..."

"I'm not that great, but I'd love to do it with you guys," Samantha said cheerily. "It would be fun!"

Roger opened the door and let the girls go in first. "We'll see," he said. "We still have a few days here and a week in Italy to go before we get home. I don't recall seeing any karaoke places in Lake Como when we were there last. But I've been wanting to do more things at home. This would be a nice change of pace."

The last two days at Disney were Hollywood Studios and then Animal Kingdom. They also enjoyed seeing the Star Wars themed park with each of them taking home quite a bit of memorabilia, along with all the other items they'd purchased throughout the parks and had shipped straight home. And they thoroughly enjoyed seeing all the animals, although some of them were more aloof than those at the Tampa Zoo.

They decided that Saturday would be a rest and relaxation day since they would have a long flight to Italy coming the next day. Eating in the bungalow, swimming in the pool, and relaxing with each other in full-on baby-making mode for Emma and Sarah throughout the day were their only priorities. Samantha wasn't left out either. She wasn't in baby-making mode, but it was her honeymoon after all.