Sophia Moves In
Twenty-four-year-old Sophia sat across the room, watching her 3-year-old son playing with his cousins. It was Sunday afternoon and the annual family Christmas dinner had just finished. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time laughing and visiting following the wonderful feast. Everyone, that is, except Sophia. She remained quiet and seemed depressed. That was not normal for her.
Sophia's husband of only 4 years, recently left her and their son, for another woman who he got pregnant. For him, sex with other women was not unusual. They constantly argued. He wanted an open marriage. She tried a threesome once with her husband and his girlfriend, but she couldn't do it. With tears running down her face, she left her husband and his girlfriend in the hotel room. Sophia had simply had enough!
Now divorced, the single young mother quietly pondered her life. She needed to go back to college and find a better job. But she had a child to care for and couldn't afford day care. Living with her parents in the same room with her son where she grew up, was not easy. And to make everything worse, this was the season when you are supposed to be happy. She wasn't.
Sophia was so happy when she was first married. She thought she had the perfect life, the perfect husband, and barely 9 months later, the perfect baby boy, the perfect future. Now as a single mom, she worried about her future. Christmas would be hard.
It was cold outside, and it had snowed earlier that afternoon. I told my wife, Jenny, that I was eager to get started home before it got too dark. We had about 50 miles to travel and the roads could get bad with the current weather forecast.
Everyone pitched in and finished cleaning up. Just before we started to leave, my wife's parents asked all of their adult children to come into the den for a "private family meeting." This had never happened before, but it sounded important. Jenny dutifully followed her parents for their meeting. The spouses were asked to take care of the children while they were talking.
Jenny is the oldest of six siblings. In her family there are two boys and four girls. All of them are happily married with their own children and grandchildren. Jenny and I are now "empty nesters." All of our children are married with young families of their own. Jenny's siblings still have their younger children living at home.
So, I waited in the family room with the other spouses and helped entertain the kids. Five of the children there were my own grandkids, so I had plenty to keep me busy.
While the meeting was in progress, the "spouses" tried to guess what was going on. The years had piled up on grandma and grandpa, causing some health concerns. Grandma was severely bent over with arthritis, and grandpa recently had a couple of mild heart attacks. But given the circumstances, they were still happy and in fairly good health.
I guessed they were reviewing their wills. Who knows if they would even be here next year?
Someone suggested possible financial concerns. Perhaps they were in financial trouble and needed help. Living only on a schoolteacher salary, I know that their estate is small.
Maybe they were going to sell their home and move to a retirement community somewhere?
Finally, the meeting ended. I looked for signs of what the discussion may have been about, but only got strange stares. I didn't think much about that. With lots of hugs and good-byes, the parents gathered their children and ushered them into their cars, and everyone left for home. It was now dark and cold outside.
Our drive home was unusually quiet. I could tell Jenny was thinking about something but wasn't yet ready to share. The interstate freeway traffic was unusually busy for a Sunday night, and slower than normal due to the weather. A few times, as I checked my rear-view mirror, I thought we were being followed, but I dismissed the thought due to traffic conditions.
A few miles before our home, Jenny started to talk.
"Do you love me?" she questioned.
"Of course I do! Why do you ask?"
"Well," she answered, "It's about the family meeting."
"If it's private, you don't need to tell me."
"No, no that's not it. The meeting was about you. . . and about us. . . and about my family." I didn't understand. I could hear in her voice she was confused, concerned, and serious all at the same time.
"Mom and Dad" she sighed, "are concerned about Sophia, my brother Rex's daughter."
Sophia is a beautiful girl, intelligent, with a love for life! Head over heels in love right out of high school, she married early, got pregnant, only to have her husband frequently cheat on her and leave her a few years later. She was terribly hurt as her dream life of home and family shattered around her. Now, a single mother, she was surviving, but just barely, with her parents help. Trying to juggle work, go back to school, and care for her son was all she could do.
"Yes, I know Sophia is unhappy. I saw that at dinner earlier. She needs to find new friends and have some fun!" "But" I ask cautiously, "what does that have to do with us? Do they want us to help support her?"
"Well, sort of.... But more than that." She paused, deep in thought. The right words were hard to find. "They want her to move in with us..."
I laughed, "Is that all? Of course, she can!"
"Financially, she can stop paying rent and use that money to go to school. That will help her meet new friends and get a better job to support herself. Maybe a new husband?"
"I think that will work," I said. "When will she move in?"
"Tonight!"
Arriving home, I turned into our driveway, and turned off the car. Jenny snuggled against me. I placed my arm around the coat on her shoulders. Her voice trailed off as she was trying to decide how to continue.
"There's one more thing. Sophia wants to have another child." She paused, not sure exactly how to continue. "Sophia wants you to be the father!"
"What? I can't do that!" I was stunned!
"Rex would kill me! Besides, I can't be married to two women at the same time! Not only that, I am a year older than her father! She could easily be my daughter. What would your parents think? Did you agree to this?" My mind was going wild as I considered all the ramifications.
Jenny paused. Lost in her own world of confusion. Quietly she responded to my questions.
"Sophia first talked to her parents about her situation. She asked them if she could have a baby with me. At first, her parents were totally against the idea. But after a lot of persuasion and discussion, Sophia still insisted on having another baby. Rex talked to my parents about the idea, knowing it could cause a family scandal. Again, after a lot more discussions, my parents finally said okay, but only if my siblings agreed. That is what the meeting was about."
"You mean to tell me that your brothers and sisters agreed that I should get Sophia pregnant?" I was speechless. This idea had never entered my mind.
Jenny continued. "No, you can't marry her, but you can get her pregnant. I know your 'baby maker' still works! It was Rex's proposal in the meeting, and we all agreed that it would be the best for Sophia."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My sweet, caring, loving wife was telling me that Sophia, her father, her parents, and all her siblings wanted me to get Sophia pregnant!
Jenny smiled briefly as she continued. She had already thought of the implications.
She reasoned, "Of all the family, we are the only ones to have all of our children grown, successful in business, married, and gone. We are the only one who are financially stable enough to help support her. She wants to have more children, which she certainly can't do by herself or with my brothers, and you are a much better option than picking up a stranger. I'm sure you'd like to do that much for her, wouldn't you?" she chuckled.
"We considered each of my sisters' husbands, but after all the discussion, we all agreed that you were the best choice. Our home is large enough and we have plenty of space. Besides, Sophia picked you!"
I was still speechless.
"The family voted on me. Are you serious, they want me to get Sophia pregnant?" My penis heard what I said and stirred in my pants. I wiggled a little in the car seat to make room for my growing member.
My mind was running wild! In all our married life, I had been faithful to my wife and only my wife. Oh, I admit to checking out the menu on a few occasions. Jenny and I have occasionally shared fantasies about other women for me and other men for her, but that was just fantasy. We've dreamed of spicing up our sex in new and unusual places, but we have always been faithful to each other. Now, I was being asked to care for my wife's niece and have a child with her. I didn't know what to say!
I let Jenny out of the car. She went into the house, and I put the car in the garage. Just as I was entering the house and closing the garage door, I saw another car pull in the driveway.
A few moments later there was a light, timid knock on the front door. I went to answer it and, sure enough, there was Sophia with her young son.
"I guess you know why I am here?" she said quietly. I nodded saying that Jenny was just telling me about it. "Please come in."
Sophia carried her son in, and Jenny helped her put him to bed in the grandkids "toy room". I was dispatched to get her suitcases out of the car. I hauled them downstairs and turned on the television while the women talked, presumably about me!
At first, I heard some silly girl giggling and laughing as they visited. Then it became incredibly quiet as they talked more seriously.
