Martin and Nicole were weighed down in clothes that were drenched by a downpour when they walked into the house. Water dripped onto the muddied tile followed by raindrops that led a trail to the sofa where their emotions caused them to collapse. Martin sat on the end of the couch closest to the door while Nicole soaked the carpet on her way to the arm on the opposite end.
The once whites of Martin's eyes were the color of blood and they moistened with the disappointment of the loss of his daughter, Lauren, tearing through him. She wasn't throwing confetti when she caught him and her best friend, Nicole, doing the dirty deed in the car a half hour prior. Martin hadn't summoned the strength and will to talk to women since his divorce several months ago. The first woman that opened and warmed his heart after his split was Nicole, a beautiful, young college girl that happened to be his daughter's best friend and half his age. That didn't matter to him. Lauren, on the other hand, thought any man that slept with someone young enough to be his daughter was revolting. The lunch she lost when she thought about such a thing was less disgusting.
Martin said Lauren had two choices: accept it or get over it. He deserved some female companionship. She chose a third option: leave them both and they could jump in a lake and drown for all she gave a damn. Martin took the hard stance but he couldn't prepare for the sorrow of never having a relationship with his only offspring. He wouldn't see her smile again. Wouldn't hear her ear-rattling karaoke. Never play tennis with her.
He looked at the other side of the sofa. Nicole had turned away from him and was staring into the abyss. He could only imagine what was floating around in her mind. She just lost her bestie since middle school. After quieting the chatter between his ears, her sobs became louder. How could he let her go? She heated the chilled bones of a lonely middle aged man. He was
her
age inside. He could have hit a somersault or a backflip with a twist. She cared whether he was having a sunny day or if it was a shitstorm. Made his little heart want to flutter away. Oh, and least of all, she was fucking hot. What more could
any
guy want?
Martin cupped his face in his hands. His eyes grew hotter and he wept because of the choice he decided upon. Lauren may be gone for a while, and the notion ripped at him, but she may get over it one day. She may curse him never to be seen again. It was a chance he was going to take.
That all depended on how Nicole felt about it...
A touch like silk landed on his shoulder in the midst of his despair and he slowly angled towards the owner of that hand. Those hands gripped Martin's and pulled them away revealing his tortured emotions. Nicole used her fingers to dry his tears. He held her hands and the pain dissipated.
"Her car is still in the driveway," Martin commented, "we're going to see her again sooner than later."
Nicole sniffed but her cries were subsiding. "What are we going to do?"
Martin focused his attention on his lover. "Listen to me. Lauren is mad. She has a right to how she feels. In some ways, I get it. Maybe we should have told her about us. Maybe I shouldn't have ruined my marriage with her mother. If I could rewind time and fix it all, I would but I'm dealing with reality today. That means you. I want you, Nicole. I still love my daughter. Nothing can change that but you make me happy and she doesn't get the right to take that from me. She may come around and accept it one day but if not, it will be my penance for the mistakes I made."
A smile flashed but Nicole appeared conflicted. "I want to be with you but she's going to look at me like I'm a she-devil the rest of my life. She was my friend."
Martin pulled her close and spoke into her ear. "I know you're feeling a loss but if we broke up, do you think she would let everything go back to normal like the last few hours never happened?"
Nicole drew in a sharp inhale and released it. "I don't know but I've never had a friend like her. She knows my college subjects better than me. She always wins trivia night. It's a party everywhere we go. What am I supposed to do?"
Nicole was getting riled up and the tears flowed again.
Martin said, "I can help you with your subjects. Ask me anything."
"How long has it been since you were in school?"
"Try me."
"Okay..." Nicole said as she tried to come up with a brain stumper. "What does two plus two equal?"
"Psst, oh, come on! Give me a challenge! Everyone knows that's five!"
Nicole snickered and shook her head. "Um hum. Sure. Maybe in an alternate universe. Okay, what's an example of an odd number?"
"Twelve."
"Twelve is not odd."
"It was to me. I was born in the twelfth month but I really hate the cold!" Nicole couldn't contain her laughter. He couldn't tell if it was with him or at him but at least she had a smile across her face. "Okay, okay. Maybe we should try English instead of math."
Nicole put her hands in front of her as if to signal him to stop. "I don't want you to embarrass yourself anymore, okay, sweetie? We'll stop while you're ahead."
Martin playful bashed the air with his fist. "Ah, shucks. I was really about to impress you!"
The rumblings of an engine in front of the house crumbled their moment. It shook their nerves and they clutched each other as they whipped their heads towards the noise.
Martin created a lump in his throat and shivered with his young lover.