During family dinner Tristan surprisingly offers to help me clean up. He makes me a decaf cup of coffee and tells me, "Take it mom, you'll want to stay up tonight," and he winks at me as he scurries away after drying the last dish.
The rest of the night my mind is ablaze with what Tristan could have meant. I try to text him, but he shuts me out for the rest of the night. Tiberius and I just give a nod to each other as our quiet, 'good night' to each other. We roll over, and then I hear his snores come from the other side of the bed.
After several moments drag on, I feel the effects of the coffee wear off, when I get a sudden text from Tristan. I secretly open it and all it says is, "I hope you're still awake because the show is about to start. If you're awake, stay quiet and watch!"
I suddenly hear Melia's door open, followed by her padded footsteps down the hall to our room. I force my eyes shut and pray that what I suspect to happen doesn't happen. Ultimately, I do feel Melia lightly clamber into our bed and roll Tibs onto his back. She crawls underneath the sheet and I hear her shimmy-ing his pants down. A pop sound punctuates the stillness of the room, and then loud sucking. My heart sinks, but there is so much further to go. Tiberius rouses from his slumber and mumble, "...unh...sweety...? again?"
"Tiberius honey. Always."
They scuttle out of our room and I hear their rabble going down the hall into her room. A few moments later, soft moaning came spiking through the walls.
I jolt up in bed, ready to storm into their room, but Tristan's text grounds me in my place. I lay back down and I count the seconds turn into minutes, turn into hours as a better part of the evening goes by as they spend it together moaning into one another.
The morning after, Tristan offers to take our dog out on walk with me. I start relentlessly venting to him, "How can they do that?! I remember seeing him with his office assistant years ago! That hurt! That was a knife to my heart. I thought he would come back eventually to me. But this! That's Melia! That's hi-our, OUR daughter! We...we went to ballet recitals, graduations..." I slow down as time starts washing over me. I start bawling as to how far Tiberius and I have drifted.
"Mom, mom! Hey, hey! Look at me! No! This is all dad! Don't let this make you break down!"
He lifts me up and has me straddle him. I lean into his chest, muffled sobs coming from me. Tristan starts rubbing my back and looks around to make sure there isn't anyone coming to our corner of the park.
"Mom, hey! Remember! Dad first cheated on you with that office lady. And now he is continuing that on with Melia! Somehow he can go all hours of the evening with her, rather than you!"
I slow my sniffles down, my sadness now melting to a growing rage. A few sniffles later, I feel Tristan crane his neck down and he has his lips parted a breath away from me. The air in my chest catches for a moment, then I feel my lips landing on his. My eyes close as I'm overcome in a wave of emotions. Tristan embraces me fully, I lean closer as he slowly starts grind up into me. I lose myself and grind back into him. Tristan starts groping my ample ass in my jogging spandex. Tristan lifts us into a squat and he starts fumbling to pull out his dick, causing our dog to nibble on my ass.
I slap him, "Not here! Not where everyone is watching!"
Tristan looks like a sad puppy at me, I look at him pityingly, "Tristan honey, let's do this. Pretend you have a flat tire tomorrow, you ditch your morning classes, we'll go out for coffee in the morning, and see what happens afterwards. 'Kay?"
Tristan perks right up, he practically looks like a dog begging with his tongue out, "You promise mom?"
Once I get to work I ask one of my younger realtors what college boys like in a date. She gives me a dubious look, but she confesses her boyfriend likes it when she wears a cropped cardigan, a corduroy body suit, a short, skimpy skirt, and her highest pumps. I thank her for her advice and think longingly if I could pull that outfit off.
The next day, Tiberius is working from home, I have an "open house", Tristan plays up that he can't be late for his lecture, but he got a flat on his way home last night.
