First of all, Chapters 46-51 had not been properly edited. Sorry. I thought I had deleted it, but apparently not. I only hope it was readable! Anyway, hopefully, the pace, angst, and resolution( of a sort) will be rising a bit now. As always, thanks to everyone for bearing with me! Thanks to Kenji for keeping me readable, well, when I listen! Thanks to Paolo for his advice when I hit that proverbial wall! The chapters should be smaller, too!
Chapter 52
An Offer Made and A Day at Emily's
We overslept. No surprises there! Our human alarm clocks woke us too early as they quietly padded across the bedroom floor 'til they were warmly tucked beneath the covers with us. They were giggling and mischievous, as always. We chatted, asking if Janet was awake yet, but she was busy preparing breakfast for us. God, we'd miss her! There was a low knock on the door, though it was partially open.
"Morning, Janet!" we all cried, laughing.
She stuck her head in, somewhat embarrassed. I suppose she had never seen us in bed before, she only imagined it. Now she would definitely know! Fuck! Chrissie called her into the room and beckoned her to sit and chat. God, how uncomfortable would this be? Surprisingly, not that much. She sat next to me as I was closest to the door. She gingerly laid her hand on my leg, just because it was there. She asked about the exhibit, so Chrissie told her all about it, the kids still squirming around.
"I hope we didn't wake you when we got in," Chrissie said.
Janet blushed furiously. "Uh...no. I hardly heard...anything," she stammered.
"Hardly?" Chrissie retorted.
"Well..." her face turning redder.
"Sorry," Chrissie sheepishly said.
"Don't, Chrissie. Believe me, it didn't bother me at all," she laughed, coyly.
Now it was Chrissie's turn to blush. I did enjoy her discomfort.
"I'd blame Chrissie," I chuckled.
"Hmmm," Janet replied, swatting my leg. "So, when would you all like breakfast? It's
almost ready. David, Chloe. You all washed and teeth brushed?" she asked, sounding like a strict mother. "Come on. Out. Let Mommy and Tom wake up. Let's get you two sorted. Out!" she told them both.
"You two must be tired, so I have a refreshing breakfast for you," she said, talking to Chrissie and me, a bright smile across her face. Janet leant over me, her nubile body stretching, her hand on my bare chest as she gently kissed Chrissie, and then me.
"Good morning," she whispered. "Now! No going back to sleep...or whatever," she giggled.
I was so tempted to smack her tight butt that was just 'there'. She took the kid's hands in hers, turned and walked out the door, closing it soundly.
"Fuck, Chrissie," I groaned.
"I know, Tom," she giggled. "Behave, buster!"
I could only laugh as Chrissie lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me, and we kissed.
We finally slipped from the bed, scented with last night's exertions. We pulled our robes on as she had already seen us in bed, so there was no 'pretending' now. We kissed a final time and headed to the kitchen. The kids were helping Janet set the table, Chloe wanting to sit next to me. Janet had made us a mini-feast! There wasn't anything else we could have wanted. The five of us ate, joked and played with each other. Neither Chrissie nor Janet were embarrassed in the least. I was still slightly taken aback at how 'normal' this seemed. We told the kids we were going to Emily's, to cries of 'yes!' and loud whoops of joy. We had a relaxed breakfast, Chrissie going into more detail about the exhibit. Her persistent questioning on the show impressed me.
Chrissie was looking at Janet quizzically.
"You know, Janet. When I was twenty-three, I looked just as hot as you do in the morning," she chuckled.
"You still do, Chrissie. Believe me!" she blushed.
Well, that was unexpected!
The kids were finished, so Chrissie sent them off to get cleaned up and dressed. Chrissie looked at me, and I knew what her eyes were asking.
"Janet. We need to talk with you for a bit on our own," I started.
Her eyes were startled as if she was in trouble.
"Everything's good. Just relax," I laughed. "So, and this is between us here, but I think we know you can keep, uh, secrets by now. We are seriously considering moving to London. Permanently. Chrissie and Emily have an interview at the V&A this weekend. They'll be there 'til Saturday, so I may need a little extra help? I should be fine with the kids, but I'm certain Chrissie wouldn't mind you checking up on me!" I laughed. "Now, I'm not sure what your future or timeline is but have you considered a university in...England? After our talk the other day, it got us thinking," I started.
"What Tom is TRYING to say, "She giggled. "Is...would you be interested in our help? I hate the idea of losing you, as the kids will, too. If, and it's a big if, you would consider doing your Masters in London, we'd like to help. Tom has already looked into universities. Have you picked out a school here yet? Is it something you might consider?" Chrissie asked.
Janet was shocked, to say the least. It took her a few minutes to take it all in. This could be life-changing for her, too.
"I...I haven't thought too far ahead, but...why? And why me?" she asked.
"Why? Because we love you, and the kids love you. This move will be a huge upheaval for them, and we're looking at ways to make it easier. That's the simple reason. We would support you, pay you and help you fulfil your ambitions. You could live with us separately if you'd prefer. Tom has looked at Cambridge and Oxford, but feel that would be too far away to travel, but the third best is University College in London. They have an excellent degree course, plus you'd be on the doorstep of all the history there, she said.
"Have you both really thought this through? It's huge what you're offering me. I... I'd have to give this a lot of thought. I...I never expected anything like this! I... I'd like to think about though. There's so much to consider, but yes, I'll give it some thought. I can't believe you two would do this for me! I'm...speechless! Thank you both for
even considering this. I'm...so touched," she said, and grasped both our hands, squeezing them tightly.
"That's all we can ask, Janet," I said. "We know how important this is. Think it over, then get back to us. We'll need to talk with your parents, too. They need to agree with what we propose, so it's not set in stone yet. But yeah, if you would at least think about it, we'd both appreciate it," I said.
"What about Emily? Will she be living with you, too?" she asked.
"Hopefully, yes. She hasn't quite made up her mind. After the interview, she'll have a better idea, though. Then it gets real. We're thinking of moving as soon as the kid's school breaks up for the summer. We'll need time to find a place to live, get them enrolled and a million other things!" Chrissie chuckled. "You could still do your internship this summer, then join us afterwards...if you decide to."
Janet was still shocked, her face etched with questions, and doubts.
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"Either way, thank you for the kind offer. I'm still in shock, but thank you both," she said, and leaned over, kissing us both. "Now, where are those kids" she laughed. "They're too quiet!"
She excused herself and went to their bedrooms. We heard their squeals and laughed.
"So, what do you think?" Chrissie asked.
"We'll see. We've laid it out, so we let her mull it over and see where we go next," I answered.
"All these changes, Tom," she sighed.
"And all for the best, darling. C'mon. Let's get ourselves sorted," I said as I grabbed her hand, and we cleared the breakfast debris. We had everything sorted just as the kids came bounding into the kitchen in a short time. We told Janet we were off to shower and get ready. She just beamed at us, Chrissie blushing slightly.
"Don't be too long," she coyly said.
We showered, without incident, dressed and were ready for the day. Everyone was outside in the sun, relaxing, reading or playing on their hand-held computer thingys. Janet was getting her things together, so the kids came in to thank her goodbye. Chrissie paid her, and then I slipped another envelope into her hand. She gave me a scornful look, but graciously accepted it. Hugs all around, along with chaste kisses, she left. We checked the kids, grabbed our bags and headed over to Emily's.
We arrived soon, the kids excited to be there for some reason, and I only assumed they were looking forward to being spoiled! Chrissie let herself in with her key, the kids rushing in as soon as the door opened. I heard, rather than saw, the kids laughing and giggling. Chrissie and I walked in, and they were all embracing one another. They ran off to the kitchen, smelling of freshly baked something-or-other, and Emily walked toward us, a wicked smile on her face.
"Morning, sweetie, "she said to Chrissie, and softly embraced her, their lips tenderly touching. "Good night?" she chuckled.
"Morning, Em. God! It was wonderful!" she laughed. "Oh, these are yours," she said, and handed her the used and unwashed panties to her. "Tom enjoyed them," she giggled.
I blushed.
"Well done, Tom," she coquettishly sighed as she walked to me. Her arms went around my head, and we melted together, our lips touching. We kissed, each of us taking what we needed from the other. I felt Chrissie's arms around us, her head on my arm. We broke away slowly, and I swatted her butt. Emily laid her hand on my chest, looked at me, then turned and walked to the kitchen. "It thrills me that you liked the little surprise!"
Chrissie and I followed her, our hands entwined. The kids stopped mid-bite into oatmeal raisin cookies, and laughed. Chrissie poured them both some milk and offered us a biscuit. She grabbed a plateful of cookies, and we all walked out to her garden. I was stunned.
"Emily? This is beautiful? You did all the planting?" I asked.
