Personal note: I recently broke a finger and tried writing this with speech recognition. It's very slow going and requires a lot of correction. I don't really want to take the time to learn nine fingered typing, so my submissions will be fewer for a while. I will get back to finishing some chapters on my other stories as soon as I can.
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Authors story note: This will be the second and final chapter of this story. In the first chapter (please read it if you haven't already) I set the characters on a very disturbing path. The reason for that was very simple: humans are fallible creatures. Sometimes with the best intentions, we do horribly wrong things that feel right at the time. This chapter begins at the same moment the previous one ends.
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Scot looked down at the frosted tart and the frosted cherry cleaning each other and him, the former with as much concentration as she could muster and the latter with zeal. He had no idea why the gods had shined their benevolence down upon him, and made a note to thank one of them as soon as they were physically in front of him like these two.
He put a hand on each of their heads, stroking their temples with his thumbs while they kissed and swapped his offering. But he had one thing left on his mind that night, and hoped that Mona would understand.
He sat down on the couch and waited until Emma and Mona joined him, sandwiching him between their hugs. He held them tight around the shoulders while he and Emma sat there feeling the weight of the day and their activities.
"That was wonderful!" Mona said looking at the couple. "Can we do that again?"
Emma buried her head in Scot's chest.
"No, little red. You've tired me out, and I think Emma's ready to flop herself." Emma nodded.
"Oh, I see... We'll just go to bed then?" she asked with a little disappointment.
"Yes and no." She looked at Scot, completely bewildered. "Emma and I want to spend the night alone in our bed." Emma nodded against his chest.
Mona looked like she was going to cry. In fact, she did.
"Mona, you know Scot and I are in love. You know that means that sometimes we need to be alone together. It doesn't mean we don't love you," Emma said.
"You... you l-love me?"
"Would we let you share us this way if we didn't?" Emma replied. "But Scot and I love each other a little more, differently. Kind of like..."
"Mommy and Daddy?"
Emma reached out for the younger one's cheek. "Yes."
"Will you be all right?" Scot asked.
"You love me," Mona said nodding. "I'll be good out here."
They all prepared for bed and said goodnight, going their separate ways. Mona pulled the sheet over her naked body and the comforter over that. Underneath she clutched her teddy bear. She was a little afraid, having checked that the door was securely locked several times before she felt somewhat safe that it wasn't going to fly open in the middle of the night.
Mona felt good hearing the warm words from Scot and Emma, and she wondered what it meant for her. Was she going to stay with them forever, just like Emma was going to stay with Scot? Would she make babies for Scot like Emma might do?
She needed to make herself important. She needed to have money to help pay for things like her food or whatever Scot and Emma thought was important. That meant she needed a job. Yes, that'd help!
Emma followed her man into their bedroom, closing the door behind them. "Do you think she'll stay out there tonight?"
Scot laughed. "Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe we should keep the noise down so that she doesn't collapse at the door this time?"
Emma snapped her finger down his nose. "Maybe we should just hold each other until we fall asleep. We can always make love in the morning," she said stifling a yawn until the end.
"We can always make love for the rest of our lives..." Scot said pulling Emma into his arms to kiss her. It was soft and sensual, slow and promising. They took their time, standing next to the bed like that, overcoming their tiredness with a building desire.
Eventually they looked into each other's eyes, still attached at the mouth, and fell into bed. Scot maneuvered onto Emma's frame and entered her for a slow session. When they came, they did so together. It was mind blowing from the deep love they shared. Then they just drifted off to sleep in a tight embrace.
When they woke in the morning, they were still alone. They traced lines on each other, happy to be in each other's arms.
"Maybe there's hope for Mona yet?" Scot asked.
"I think so," Emma said staring across his chest. "If we're going to continue with her, we're going to need a two bedroom apartment."
"Money's going to get tighter..."
"I um..." she paused, unsure of how to proceed.
"Spit it out," Scot said after a bit.
"I think we can get away with a small wedding. Maybe go to a restaurant and whoever comes along pays for themselves? That could be their gift to us."
"But I thought you always wanted a big wedding?"
"Some things are more important. So long as I have you, I don't care about all that," Emma said hugging Scot hard.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Emma shrugged. "All the right things, I guess," she finished with a sly smile spreading across her face.
The couple was about to make use of Scot's morning wood when a slight knock sounded on the door.
"Yes, little red?" Scot called out.
The door opened slowly. "I don't want to bother you, but I need Emma."
Emma gave Scot a quick peck and stood to see what Mona wanted. Scot lay in bed just staring at the ceiling and enjoying some alone time until she returned. He tried to stare at the spot up there and think about nothing else.
When Emma returned, she plucked him from his reverie. "Well, it appears little red is getting a visit from big red."
"She's... oh!"
"Yeah, it's been a while since she dealt with it in a normal way. It's a good thing I bought her some supplies already. Just have to bleach out a spot or two in the sheets she was using on the couch."
"Will they still be able to, you know, check her out at the clinic today?"
"No problem. Are you and Jake still set to get her things?"
"Yep. We might as well get a start on the day. That is, unless you think there's something else we should do first?"
"Well, since my Aunt Flo will be visiting in a few days, we could make use of this free time..."
"I think my Uncle Peter likes that idea," he said kissing Emma, and a lot more than that...
When they emerged they found Mona sitting on the couch watching TV. She was holding her teddy bear, wearing only panties. She looked so cute! Emma sat down next to her and clued her in on the plans for the two of them that day.
They ate and readied themselves to face the world. Emma and Mona boarded the bus while Scot waited inside the foyer for Jake. When he arrived, Scot jumped into his SUV and off they went.
"You gonna tell me what this is all about, man?" Jake asked. Scot told him all about Mona. Well, he did leave out the juicy bits. "Shit, man. When will you ever learn not to give till it hurts?" he said laughing.
When they arrived at Mona's old building, some complications arose with the super.
"I've been thinking, and I don't know if I should just give her stuff to a stranger."
"We're trying to surprise her with it. Is there any way I can convince you?" Scot asked.
"Call her. If I talk to her on the phone I'll know if it's her."
"You won't spill the beans about her possessions, will you?" He shook his head. "Hold on, I'll call my fiancé." He dialed the digits and waited.
"Emma? Hey, put Mona on. Her super wants to talk to her." Scot listened to Emma. "Yeah, I know. He wants to make sure we're with her. K." He handed the phone to the super.
"Hi, Mona. This is Mr. Pokorosky, your super from the building you lived in."
A smile instantly spread across the super's face and they talked for a bit, catching up on old times. When he hung up he was satisfied.
"What was it that convinced you?" Scot asked curiously.
"Her family lived here most of her life. When she was young she called me something that no one else ever did, and it stuck with her." He smiled. "I'm glad that dear, sweet girl is all right," he said looking away with a sadness. "Now to business..."
They went to the storage space and started carrying her things away. The super did a great job packing it for her, sorting it by purpose. Clothes in a couple of boxes, electronics and other gadgets in another, family photo albums and other pictures and memorabilia in another... No doubt Mona would be thrilled! He even saved her bed, but all the rest of their furniture was gone.
"This folder contains any important paperwork I found like her birth certificate or policies. I'm just sorry I couldn't save all of her parent's possessions. I had to pick and choose with such a small space."
"Are you kidding? It's more than she has! I'm sure she'll be thrilled!" Scot said enthusiastically, shaking the super's hand. He promised to bring her by some day so they could reminisce.
On the ride back Scot looked over the papers in the folder. Her social security card and birth certificate were among them, and Scot couldn't help but find out her birth date: January 21, 1998. Scot texted Emma the good news, agreeing with her that they needed to plan a little surprise party. Then he called the super and asked if he'd like to attend.
Half way home Scot had Jake stop at a megastore so that he could purchase a big red bow. He figured it was all in the presentation to give Mona some joy. Jake helped him up with the contents of the locker and to set up the twin bed in the corner of the living area. Scot found two blankets and threw them and the bow on top of the heap.
Scot expected Jake to leave, but he took up a spot on the couch and accepted a beer from Scot. It was a good thing he bought some recently since it was Jake's beverage of choice, but not Scot's or Emma's. They sat there chewing the fat, catching up on old times like they hadn't talked in years, when in fact it had been only a week.
When Emma and Mona walked through the door, the men stood to greet them. Jake smiled knowingly at Scot, who shot him a look of confusion. Emma hugged Jake like the old friend he was and introductions were made to little red.
When Mona's eyes saw the familiar bed, they lighted. But still, she didn't seem to believe it. "Is this my bed?"
"One and the same!" Scot said.
Mona's face beamed. She turned her head and threw herself at the pile on the floor, not even asking for any kind of acknowledgement about the contents. She tossed the blankets and bow aside, seeing boxes. When she opened the first box she saw, Scot, Emma, and Jake watched Mona bounce excitedly, throwing her arms up in glee while she emitted sounds that could only be described as rapturous.
"MY STUFF!" She yelled throwing herself at Scot. "YOU FOUND MY STUFF!"
