Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
Chapter 11 - The Visitor
Two years later...
Dana moved out when she found a boyfriend. Too many women and not enough time for her. We are still great friends. She loves John but John loves Sara and me first.
Sara and John got married over a year ago and Sara gave birth to Vicky three months ago. I love and treat Vicky as if she were my own. They include me in everything. We are getting along well. I understand why Dana left, I want a man with me in bed at night. Sara gets that. I don't. I have an eye open for my own man but not found one yet. John has the enthusiasm of a child. Everything is new and fun. He is still wonderful with me which makes it harder to find someone.
We have three good salaries and the expenses of one. Financially, we are doing great. That is why Sara has taken off six months for the birth of her child. It's early fall and the leaves are just turning. Sara has forced John and I to take the week off and go camping so we can see the leaves change.
I heard them talking a few nights ago. Sara is concerned about me. With so much attention on Sara, she is afraid I am getting lost. She also senses my disappointment at not being pregnant yet. She thinks I may be depressed because I don't get enough John time. I suppose there is some truth in all of that. I was concerned about leaving Sara alone, but Dana's husband is working extra shifts this week, so she will stay the week with Sara. She loves that baby almost as much as we do. Her husband shots blanks. For now, no children.
John is overjoyed to be going out into nature again. He has been working in an office, working with a psych department at a local college, and teaching classes to firefighters. He even does some classes for regular fire departments. He is staying quite busy and his boss is pleased with his work. We are going out by helicopter and airplane to a secluded area. We will hike back. It only takes four days to hike back to civilization, John is taking the long way. He has some official work to do so they can justify the helicopter.
We start assembling our equipment, checking it, and verifying we have everything on our list. John makes a list for everything. I think it's a guy thing, his buddies do the same thing. I think we have too much food. I question John, but he says that is typical because we will be so far away from help. Can't stop at a store. That makes sense.
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Today dragged on forever. I am so excited to get home and start final packing. I feel like a child before Christmas. My co-workers notice the change in my mood and they approve 100%. They know I am leaving tomorrow so they kick me out early. Dana told me, "Girl, you left three hours ago. Your head isn't in it today. Go home. Start packing and have a fun week. I won't be over until you are long gone." She gave me a big hug and I went home.
That's when the trouble started. John didn't come home on time. It's his turn to cook tonight. We have a lot of work to do so we can get an early start. On top of that, I get John tonight, so Sara can sleep in. We are leaving at dawn. I am missing out on John time! We all have been sleep deprived with the baby waking up in the middle of the night. We take turns which really helps us stay sane.
John is now a few hours late, I am ready to rip a head off.
Sara smiles, "Relax Lisa. He texted me that he got delayed at work. He is picking up pizza as we speak. He is sorry."
It's another forty-five minutes before I hear him pull up. That's a long time to pick up a pizza. I am furious with him. I get up to meet him at the front door. Why am I mad, the real reason? Packing will take a long time. That cuts into the time I will get him in bed before we need to sleep. I finally get him overnight, I want everything that goes with it.
I go to the front door, open it so I can yell at John and I stand in shock. John isn't on our porch. He is getting luggage from the car. Standing in front of me is a king size supreme pizza with extra olives and sausage. Holding that pizza is mom. I scream. I crush mom in a devastating hug. She fought to not drop our dinner. Sara was already running and quickly saved the pizza. I haven't seen mom in close to a year since she and the captain made it in for the wedding.
I invite mom in and we sit down to eat. Ok, everyone but mom sat down to eat. Mom wanted Vicky. She held and played with Vicky while we ate. Sara finished first and then mom ate pizza. John has a big smile on his face. He planned this. Part of me is unhappy because I don't get John all to myself and part of me is happy, because it's been too long since I have seen mom.
After dinner, John and I pack. Mom is using Sara's back pack. The food makes sense now. The little shit lied to me, I will need to make him pay for that soon. Sara and mom talk about her life and the baby. We will have plenty of time to talk, no need to take time from the baby or Sara.
It's about 9:00 when we have packed and double checked all three back packs. John makes sure we have all that we will need. He runs off to take a shower and I drop by to check on mom. While walking down the hallway I hear my name. I stop and listen.
Mom, "How bad is her depression? John sounds worried."
Sara eases her concerns, "Lisa doesn't get John at night and she isn't pregnant yet. I set this up, so she can hopefully get some of each. I think mostly she is lonely. John and I have a baby and she is feeling a bit left out. She is very active with Vicky and loves her very much. Yet, I think it is also causing her problems because she doesn't have a baby... yet."
Mom sounds concerned, "What can I do to help?"
Sara laughs, "Let her enjoy life, fuck John, and hope we get a baby. I would love to see her get pregnant. I know you want some John too, just make sure she gets more than enough."
Mom is defensive, "Oh no. We are doing just fine there."
Sara snorts, I muffle a laugh, "You can't compare any older man to a young stud like John. There is a reason you came out here and it wasn't JUST to see your grandchild. It's OK, I understand."
How does Sara understand so much? I walk back to my room, then walk back to the living room where Sara and Mom are.
I yell out, "Anyone want some popcorn and a glass of wine?" I am now walking into the kitchen.
Mom comes up behind me. We both hug each other, and I think about how lucky we are.
Mom asks, "Do you know John's plan for the week."
I laugh, "Yes and no. I can see that look in your face. You are wondering what in the hell did I just say. Let me explain. John will tell you what his plan is. I know basically where we are going and where we will be on each day. However, John is the master of deception. He fails to mention that he has several surprises planned along the way. So yes, I know where we are going but I have no clue what we will be doing."