It was true that Caitlin and Christian needed to seriously discuss the future. It couldn't wait for much longer because Caitlin would begin to show soon, and as Caitlin and her dad had a few days of privacy left before her mother returned, this seemed like the perfect time for this discussion. They would feel free to speak openly and plainly, rather than in short clipped chats which was the way when Caitlin's mom and Christian's wife Allie was present at home.
Caitlin had many questions. With Daddy's baby on the way... where to begin? How would she tell Mom? Would she keep hers and Dad's secret, and lie about the identity of the father? She didn't want that at all, of course. How would she live under the same roof with Dad and Mom, nursing his child through sleepless nights that were sure to come, pacing the hallway and rocking the baby while Daddy was perfunctorily fucking Mom missionary-style a few meters away, behind their hollow-core bedroom door? They were nearly noiseless in bed but Caitlin knew when they were doing it. She imagined Mom barely willing to spread her legs so as to keep him from going in too deeply. She could imagine Mom turning her head to the side, to avoid being kissed by him.
She probably wished him to cum fast just so he would get off of her, forgoing her own orgasm for the time being in favour of a swift end to the ordeal. Did Mom even let herself orgasm? She couldn't imagine Mom fantasizing about Daddy.... As Caitlin's mind raced through what she thought she knew about Mom and Dad's lacklustre sex and love life, she realized that she barely knew her mom at all. What Caitlin was sure of, was that Mom did not fit neatly into Caitlin's view of hers and Daddy's life in the coming months. Maybe it was time to look more closely at what Mom may be up to, online or on her work trips. Maybe Daddy would need a push to leave her.
Christian offered to take Caitlin out to the pub. It's a spot they'd gone to for years as a family. Many memories were connected to this place. It was woody and darkish... typically so for a British-style pub, with a long wooden bar running the length of the place along one side, booths down the other, and a section of modest dining tables and high tables and chairs neatly lined up through the centre. The wait staff were familiar, but not so familiar that their names were known to Dad or Caitlin. Caitlin smiled back at the friendly thick-thighed waitress in a black skirt who welcomed them warmly, and showed them to a booth. Christian ordered a draft: "Whatever you've sold the most of tonight...," was his common line when ordering beer, and Caitlin had a soda with lemon. As soon as the friendly waitress left, they glanced at the menus that laid flat and laminated on the table.
Caitlin wore a spaghetti strap black dress to the pub. She'd worn it to work a couple of weeks ago - she felt that she may be beginning to fill it a little more at the top. Her breasts pressed against the V-neck more firmly than she was used to them doing. She sat, sensitive to the feeling. A sexy and practical reminder. She thought the waitress may have even copped a quick look at her cleavage. Daddy wasn't looking. Caitlin glazed over the menu as her mind wandered to her own body, its changes, how long she may feel comfortable in clothes like this. She put her phone next to the menu.
"Will you leave Mom?"
Christian looked up from the menu, and directly into Caitlin's widening eyes. Caitlin had surprised herself with the question; really with the delivery of it. Yet, she didn't avert her gaze, and waited. The drinks arrived. Christian looked back down at his sweating beer glass, and slowly turned it on its coaster in front of him. There were a number of comforts that being married to Allie offered, but Christian had been weighing those against leaving her for some time now.
"Honey, your mother would like to separate. We weren't quite sure when or how to tell you."
And then Christian smiled. And then Caitlin smiled.