Well, there's still a bit more to this story!
As always, thanks to Kenjisato for his editing skills. I may have changed a few of his, so, if anything is amiss, it's down to me!
Thanks to Paolo for his proofreading. I appreciate your time.
Chapter 24
Monday Morning Doubts
Chrissie's POV
I woke finally, but too early. I lay there, practically all night, thinking. Yeah, that's bad for me. And here I thought Tom was the overthinker! My pussy ached, bringing back Tom's abuse of my body.
I felt as if I could hardly function, I was so wiped out, but the kids couldn't do it on their own. It wasn't fair to Tom to have him pick up any slack, even if he was happy to.
I rolled over, finding a bit of solace in Tom's body...and Tom. I hugged him way too tight and he shuffled around, slowly coming to. I felt guilty, not a good way to start a day!
He rolled over and half-opened his eyes. "Morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep," he asked, groggily.
"Honestly? Like crap! I have too many things on my mind right now," I sighed, trying not to cry.
"Emily?" Tom succinctly asked.
I could feel the tears coming and the river burst. Tom grasped me and pulled me in. He felt like my life preserver. I needed one right now.
"Hey. Hey...it's going to be, right? It will all work out the way it's supposed to," he gently sighed.
I looked at him and gave him a small smile. Do you think your pop psychology is any good?" I laughed a bit more.
"Okay, that was pretty stupid but...we'll work this out. Even if you are still a spoiled brat, I'm here to spoil you know, right?" he smirked.
I slapped his arm. "I AM NOT spoiled! Take it back!" I spat, smiling.
Tom let out a throaty laugh, so I hit him...then hugged him. My brother knew me so well.
"C'mon. Time to get up and get the day sorted. Chrissie," he said, going all Serious Tom now. "I WILL make certain this all works out the way we need it to, okay? Trust me. Believe in me." he said, with the commanding voice I was coming to love...and listen to.
"You better," I pouted, and slapped his arm again.
"
C'mon brat, up!" he teased, although I didn't see the funny side.
He took my hand and dragged me out of bed and into the shower. He tenderly washed me. His touch was all I needed right now. Just his loving touch. We kissed and hugged slowly, just reveling in the joy of being together. I washed Tom down. My brain woke up as I lifted his cock and cleaned him. My heart wasn't in it, though.
We slipped out and brushed up. We had already peed together in the shower, but there was nothing erotic about it this time.
Tom slipped into the bedroom first, dressing in his usual starched white shirt and tie. He always allowed me to pick out his tie, which I rather enjoyed.
He was leaving the bedroom as I left the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the kids, but they didn't come running in, as usual.
I slipped on a skimpy pair of soft panties. They always felt the best on my skin.
Hmmm, I thought. Tom owes me underwear!
I picked out a pair of mocha hold-ups, thinking they'd be the most comfortable today. I grabbed the matching demi-bra and I was almost ready. As if.
Unconsciously, I wondered what Em would like to see me in today.
Get a grip, Chrissie, I admonished myself...but still picked out the floral dress she liked.
I shuffled to the kitchen and saw the kids were half done with their breakfast. I walked over to Tom, as he was making sandwiches for them, and wrapped my arms around him, laying my head on his back. He could feel me murmur, "Thank you" through his body.
Could I be happy with just Tom, I thought.
I kissed the kids, 'good morning'. Just seeing them brightened my morning. Again, they paid no attention to my affectionate gesture towards their uncle.
I made Tom his morning fruit and yoghurt. It was the very least I could do, after all. We all sat and chatted about the day ahead. The kids were semi-eager. Not a bad sign, I guess. Tom was busy, as usual, trying to sort out his move back. We both had so much to do this week before we were off Friday morning. Just the thought of that cheered me up.
Em and I were pushing the new exhibition through, and ahead of schedule.
Em. My heart dropped.
Tom kissed us all 'goodbye' and he was gone. The kids piped up then.
"Uncle Tom really likes you, doesn't he?" David asked.
Fuck...
Collecting myself, I looked at David and calmly said, "Yes, David. He does. And I like him. Your Uncle Tom is a special man. Do you like him?" I asked, my breathing increased.