Authors Note
My mojo seems to be back. With a new part from both stories before the end of the first month of 2021. And I'm already working on Lust at first sight part 4.
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Peace out.
Darth_Aussie.
Chapter 49
I barely slept a wink that night as I lay in bed with Tori cuddled up beside me. We hadn't made love that night. I wasn't in the mood, and I could tell the feeling was mutual. I still felt bad for my sister. Our father had spent her entire life doting on her and doing everything she wanted. Even things she never asked for. She was very clearly his favourite, and for a long time, she had relished being daddy's little girl. But much like myself and our mother, Tori had changed for the better as she grew older. I was proud of the woman she was now, and part of me liked to think it was the love we shared that made her a better person. Her love definitely made me a better man. Her and my other women.
I was tired, but my mind wouldn't let me sleep. I rose from Tori's bed when I started to see the sun shining through the gap in the curtains over the bedroom window. Tori snored softly and didn't stir as I extracted myself from her loving embrace. I quickly dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants before heading out into the kitchen to make a coffee. If I couldn't sleep, I may as well get some caffeine in my and get started on my day.
I grabbed my phone that I'd left on charge in the kitchen and flicked through it while the coffee-machine started up. I had a couple of messages, one from Natalie, Hayley...and my father. I hadn't really spoken to Natalie since our date and I immediately felt bad for ghosting her. But I had a lot on my plate at the moment.
I pressed on her message and read over the short text.
Hey Jason. Just checking in to see how you're doing. I had a great time with you and hope we can hang out again soon.
P.S. Hayley added me on Facebook. I think she likes me. :P
I smiled at the simple message from Natalie. Then thought about her and my curly-haired lover together. The image was more than a little arousing. I typed out a quick reply to Natalie, letting her know I had a great time with her and that I was looking forward to seeing her again. I kept it short and sweet, mostly reassuring her that I wasn't ghosting her. Once that was sent, I opened up Hayley's message.
Hey handsome. We need to do some baby shopping soon. Give me a call when you wake up so we can organize something. Lucy wants to come too. I think she is getting a little baby crazy.
The time stamp on the message said it was sent only about twenty minutes ago. It was early in the morning, but Hayley was an early bird. I dialled her number instead of replying via message. Partially because I wanted to hear her voice. And the hope that my father's text message would magically vanish from my inbox by the time I finished with the call. Hayley answered almost immediately. These girls were constantly glued to their phones.
"Hey stud," she answered playfully. "You're up early."
"Yeah. Didn't sleep well last night," I said with a sigh.
"Tori keeping you up past your bedtime?" Hayley giggled.
"If only that was the reason," I replied. "Shit went down last night."
"Oh shit. I'm sorry," she said, sounding concerned. "What happened? Who do I have to beat up for you?"
I chuckled at the image of my petite girlfriend getting fired up and punching my father in the mouth. "Long story. I'll tell you in person."
"You better. No weaselling your way out of this," she said playfully, obviously trying to lift my mood.
We chatted for a few minutes and finally settled on a plan for the day. I'd have a quick shower and head over to Lucy's place—where Hayley was currently staying—and pick the girls up. From there we'd hit up a café for some breakfast. Then it was on to the mall for baby shopping.
After the phone call, I stared at the unopened message from my father for what must have been fifteen minutes. Then I locked my phone and placed it down before filling a mug with the rich smelling coffee. I stood there for a few minutes, sipping on my coffee, as I stared at my phone. I needed to know what my father had sent me, but I was also afraid of the contents of the text. My father could be a scary man when he was angry. And there was no doubt in my mind right now that he was furious.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
I looked up to see my mother stepping off the bottom of the stairs. And nearly dropped my mug. She looked like she'd just come straight from bed in her modest black panties and a white tank top. Her heavy breasts strained against the fabric, and by the outline of her nipples—and bounce of her bosom—I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her smooth legs looked as flawless as a woman half her age and I couldn't help but trail my eyes over the curve of her waist to hips. But it was the smile she shot my way and the glint in her eyes.
How had I never noticed how utterly gorgeous this woman was.
"Good morning," I smiled back. "Coffee?"
"I'd love one, dear," my mother smiled. "You're up early."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I laughed, pouring another cup and handing it to my mother.
"I should remember by now that Tori is the sleepyhead," she laughed. "She gets that from her father."
The mention of my father quickly soured the mood in the room, and I could feel the tension thicken immediately. I quickly diverted the topic away from him.
"Guess I take after my mother then," I smiled, hoping to show a calmer exterior.
"I guess you do," my mother nodded, then took a sip from her coffee. "What are your plans for today?"
Something about the tone in her voice, the thoughtful look in her eyes, made me think she had answers to something. I just didn't know the right questions to ask. We had come a long way since I returned home. But my mother was still keeping secrets from me.
"Going out to pick up Lucy and Hayley for breakfast, then we are going shopping," I said.
"A man that agrees to go shopping with his pregnant wife is rare indeed," my mother smirked. And quite openly stared at my bare chest.
"Hayley and I aren't married," I chuckled.
"And who's fault is that?" she replied with a raised eyebrow.
Our conversation was interrupted by a door slamming shut. My first thought was my father had come home in a rage. But then I realized it was actually the door to the bathroom that Tori and I shared. My mother and I shared a confused look, then we both placed our mugs down before walking together to the bathroom door.
"Tori? Sweetheart?" my mother knocked. "Are you alright?"
There was no reply, just the sound of the faucet running. Then the toilet flushed, and a few minutes later Tori opened the bathroom door.
"Sorry," Tori smiled half-heartedly. "Just feeling a little sick."
"Oh dear," our mother cooed, wrapping her arm around Tori's shoulder. "Let's get you some water."
"I'm okay Mum," Tori said. "Really, I am. It must have been something I ate last night that didn't agree with me."
"I'm feeling fine," I said, walking behind my mother and sister.
"You don't have any food allergies," my mother replied. "And in all my years I have never heard of anyone getting sick from eating there."
