This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover'. It will make little sense unless you have read the previous parts. For the sake of consistency it should be titled: The Artist and the Trouble-shooter, but, too many characters!
To Recap - Milly's wife, a police officer, is killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, comforts Milly through her grief. The following year Fiona decides to study at university, near to Milly's home and spends a lot of time there before they discover their love for one another despite their age difference. University is finished for Fiona and they are about to make some big changes in their lives. This part covers the next few years of their lives.
There is no tragedy in this story. There is also some mild bondage and all sexual activity is consensual. All the people involved are fictitious and are over 18.
Thank you to all of those who have taken the time to make a comment. They are very welcome.
Wedding
After breakfast, we cleared the dishes, made another pot of coffee and sat together on the patio of Jess's house. We were alone now, but the others would be back very soon.
"Can you believe it, Milly? This time tomorrow we'll be getting ready and in what, twenty-nine hours we'll be married, partners, you'll be my wife. Something I've dreamed of for years. Are you okay?"
"I was thinking that this'll be my third time, I'm more excited about this, more scared and there's something that makes me think that this isn't real. I need to ask you, and I promise that that'll be the last time I ever ask you. Are you absolutely sure that you want to marry someone so much older than you? I'd be devastated if you said no, but I'd understand."
Fiona fell onto her knees in front of me, "Milly, please, I've thought of everything, I've been through it so many times. I've talked to Jane and Victoria. I can't help it, I love you so much, more than I did the first time we had that kiss. Living with you has been magical, wonderful; you've looked after and supported me so much. You make me laugh and you kiss like a, like, I don't know, wonderfully? You're also beautiful and sexy. I love us naked, stroking, touching, cuddling. I'm sure and have been for years."
She came and sat on my knee, usually, it was the other way round, but this was cosy. We kissed a little and she rested her head on my shoulder.
"Okay you two, cut that out, you need to wait another day. I know that you struggle to keep your hands off of each other you randy sods!"
Fiona looked up and smiled at her sister, "Oh how lovely to see you sister, what a nice greeting. You're just jealous that I've got my fantasy woman and you're a sad lonely spinster who's almost past her sell-by date." Fiona got a swat on the head for that.
"Bloody cheek, but I wish Milly had a sister."
Fiona was staying with her family and I was off to a hotel for the night. The hotel in which we'd be married the following day. I'd be pretty much on my own for a few hours. That was fine by me as I had something that I needed to do on my own before Susie and Isha arrived.
After loading my bags into the car I headed across town. I parked, took a very deep breath and almost silently said, "Courage girl." I know what I'd told Fiona, but somehow I felt that I had to give them one last chance, maybe one last chance to insult me.
I wish I could say that I strolled up the garden path, but it was more a hesitant walk. I saw the curtain twitch as I rang the bell. My mother opened the door and I got a shock, she seemed to have shrivelled and her face was sunken. I heard my father shout from the distance, "Is that her? Tell her to leave us alone."
"Hello, mother. I'm back in the area and decided to call to see how you both are?" My knees were knocking.
"Come into the hallway so that the neighbours don't see the shame that you bring to this house." I stepped inside but made sure that the door did not fully close. "What do you want?" She didn't look friendly.
"What does she want?" My father was still not in sight until I moved slightly to my right; he was in a wheelchair and looked as ill as my mother.
"I wanted to say hello, tell you that I was still alive and to see how you are."
"We're as well as we can be. Are you still a sinner and deviant? A pervert?"
"I'm still a lesbian if that's what you want to know, but I'm not a pervert or a deviant."
"In that case go away before you bring more shame on us." There was anger in my mother's eyes and spittle forming at the corner of her mouth.
I turned with my head held up and walked back down the path. I saw curtains twitching in the houses on both sides and turned to wave at both. I got into my car and drove off as the anger built. I'd known that it would be like this, but at least I'd given it another try. I didn't cry and my anger subsided, it was a waste of effort
I checked into the hotel and had just finished unpacking when there was a knock at the door. "Isha, Susie how nice to see you both and how nice of you to come."
"Hi, a free break and a party, why would we refuse?" Susie grabbed me in a big hug. Isha stood back until Susie let me go and then she grabbed me as well.
"How're you doing? How's Fiona?"
"I'm good, nervous, but good. Fiona's great. Better than me and this isn't my first rodeo. Do you realise that when I married Jenny, Fiona was one of my bridesmaids?"
"Yes, we did and we talked about it in the car. Does it matter? You two are nuts about each other. Jenny liked Fiona and Jane." Susie smiled at me, "I knew Jenny from when we were toddlers. There was always something about her that never seemed, I don't know, complete. After she found you that day she changed and became more withdrawn. Then that night in the pub she changed again, she came to life and when you became a couple I saw a new person, one that I liked more."
"Susie's right, Jenny became someone else after you got together. She loved being with you and the kids. But then her life was cut short," Isha paused, struggling to continue. She took a deep breath, "She loved you and would want you to be happy, we all do. What you're doing is brave."
Isha held me tight and whispered, "You've been lucky to find people to love you, I live in hope that some of it might rub off on me."
