Gabriel's Promise (A Romantic Comedy) (14 page)

 
GABE

These two, sheesh, nonstop comedy from one
day to the next, I could barely keep up. I had taken Sam to a doctor in Annandale
the day after I arrived and had had the news confirmed. To say we were both
excited would be a vast understatement, I was over the moon, and I don't think
my flower has come down yet. I was able to put her off from this shopping trip
for a few days since we still had a lot to do to get ready for the move, all I
had to do was remind her that we would be going home soon, the quicker they got
things sorted out. I had to let mom in on the secret since the wedding had to
be moved up, you can imagine the screaming and yelling that ensued. Mom was
excited about her first grandchild, but flustered as to how she was going to
move up the wedding of the century on such short notice. Apparently it was a
pretty small task for her since she'd called me back the next day with the news
that everything would be ready in two months. We're getting married fuck yeah,
this morning my baby put her foot down, she was tired of packing and sorting,
she wanted to go shopping.

Chief who could never leave well enough alone
started calling her insulting names because she had no tummy as yet but was in
an all fired hurry to wear fat clothes as he so eloquently put it. She sure was
cute though she was always walking around the house with one hand covering her
tummy and a smile on her face. I've had to glare the chief into quietness more
than once to keep him from tormenting her. Everything out of her mouth was
about the baby these days, what would we name it, did I want a boy or a girl
did I think she would be a good mother? And the reason why I had stayed and
will stay with her business be damned, will she end up like her mom? That one
broke my heart, as excited as she was she was a little afraid as well, afraid
that she would die in childbirth as her mother had. I'd watched the chief one
night during their nightly ritual as he calmed her fears, reminding her that
her mom had had Phil with no problem and that it wasn't because of her that her
mom had passed, but because of her weak heart. I'd gone up to her bed with
tears in my eyes. When she came up later that night I had lifted her in my arms
and taken her to Phil's room, I remembered that the chief was right under her
room, I didn't need any of his rhetoric in the morning.

I made sweet, tender love to her all through
the night until her mind was filled with nothing but me.

Now here we are in the store trying on
clothes and she was beaming, she’s wearing this blue colored dress with a high
waist, that
flowed down to her knees. It was short and sassy
and looked like a dress any teenage girl would wear, at least that's what it
looked like to me.

"What do you think, is it nice?"
She twirled around in front of us.

"I think it looks beautiful baby."

"That doesn't look like fat clothes at
all, looks pretty normal to me, you might want to get it in a size up though
cause the way you've been putting it away lately that's not gonna make it pass
next month."

Lord, why me, why can't I be the type of guy
to let her finish him?

"Samantha don't do it, no fast movements
remember, that's a good girl." She was about to swing on him, in the
store, with witnesses.

She mumbled something and gave him the death
glare, while the idiot laughed his head
off,
of course
I knew my girl wouldn't let him get the best of her.

"Hey pop...........meow." And with
that she turned and walked back towards the fitting room.

He looked at me as if seeking help I just
shook my head and walked away. He'll never learn.

Chief

Well, it's that day, wedding day. I'm hanging
around outside the dressing room where my little girl is being primped and
buffed for her big
day,
I hope they removed all sharp
objects from the room before hand. All the girls are in there and through the
door it sounds like a gaggle of hens clucking away at each other. Darlene and
Summer
are in there with the stylists and Lord knows who
else.

Now I'm sure everyone thinks I'm hanging
around because I'm nervous, they'd be wrong, I'm hanging around because....well
have you seen runaway bride? Uh huh, with my kid who knows what might happen,
I'm not taking any chances, the sooner he claps that ring on her finger, the
sooner I can breathe easy and my worrying will be over for at least the next
six or seven months until my grand baby comes along. I already know I'm going
to be the one raising the kid, with these
two
as
parents how can I not?

Poor Sweeney's gonna have his hands full with
Miss. Priss alone, speaking of which, I have to remember to have a talk with
Summer and Caleb, get them on board the grandparent's band wagon, I'm not sure
they're as aware as I am of our offspring’s
cuckooness
,
poor kid will be running around shooting at stuff by the time he or she's four,
and the way that boy doted on my girl I could just imagine his little ones
would have him wrapped around their little fingers, which meant they'd be
wreaking havoc and causing mayhem wherever they went.

Nope, I owed it to the greater Richmond area
to curtail that mess before it got off the ground.

GABE

My flower looks amazing as she walks towards me
down the aisle. I released the breath I had been holding all morning, with my
Sam you just never knew which way the wind would blow. I'd spent the better
part of last night reassuring her father that everything will be fine. He
seemed to think that she might make a run for it. According to him you never
knew what notion she would get in her head from one minute to the next. He soon
had me convinced I should be worried.

I'd stayed in the guesthouse last night
because tradition said I shouldn't see her before today; sometime around two in
the morning her warm body had joined me in my bed. We didn't exchange a
word,
I just folded her body under mine and held her close.
I held my two babies close throughout the night until the early hours of the
morning when I made slow passionate love to her before walking her back over
before the others awakened.

Now here we are, she's walking towards me to
become mine completely, her smile letting me know that she was okay, not
nervous, no second thoughts, nothing. Chief wheeled his chair next to her until
they reached me, before anyone could do or say anything flower reached up on
her toes and kissed my lips. The guests laughed and I smiled at her to let her
know it was okay, she didn't seem too worried about it though.

Chief of course was rolling his eyes but I
ignored him.

"Lord love a duck...." I think I
heard him mumble that before heading to his place with my family. Since it was
just him we decided he would stay on my side, we were all one family now. The
last couple weeks have been wonderful, and I'm hoping they were a precursor to
our life to come. There's been lots of laughter and planning, the only cloud on
our otherwise unblemished horizon was the fact that Philip couldn't be here.
I'd solved that melancholy mood by doing shots with chief while we exchanged
old war stories and later, loving flower into exhaustion. Her appetite for any
and all things sexual seems to have amplified with pregnancy, at least that's
what I think is causing this astronomical change in her. I'm lucky if I get out
of bed before eight in the mornings now, where before I would be up and ready
by six. Being an early riser herself we have kind of a routine going. It
usually started with flower rolling over with a groan before hotfooting it to the
bathroom, where I would hold her hair and wipe her face until her sickness had
passed. Then I would get her an ice -cold ginger ale which we now kept stocked
in a mini fridge in the bedroom because it seemed to be the only thing that
helped with the nausea. After this production, which lasted all of ten or
fifteen minutes on a bad day, she'd crawl back into bed after we both brushed
our teeth, dragging me with her. Then the fun begins, we always started out
slow, soft touches, secret murmurs, my hands gliding all over her body
especially at the heat between her thighs. She'd be hot and ready for me, I'd
kiss her until she drew me over and into her, rocking our pelvises together in
a nice slow dance, our tongues mating as her warmth coddled me deep. We'd come
together like that, held tightly in each others arms the way we always did, but
that's where it changed, because no sooner would I have caught my breath than
my flower would be taking me into her mouth bringing me back to life again. Now
don't get me wrong, I like it, it's just...strange. Sam for all her theatrics
can be a bit of a prude, her ideals can sometimes be Victorian to say the
least. Our first few months of lovemaking were quite tame, nothing to complain
about mind you, I was very satisfied with our encounters, and would've stayed
that way for the rest of our lives.

There was passion, love, so much love, and
honestly, I didn't see anything lacking when we came together, I guess the
problem is I never expected to, well...fuck Samantha, you see, there is a
difference, our first session in the morning, that was lovemaking, what we did
the second and sometimes third time, that was something else entirely and it
was all initiated by her.

She'd start by taking me into her mouth, her
juices still fresh on my shaft, she'd lick and suck and nip me back to
erection, all the while laughing and teasing, fascinated with that part of me
that brought her so much pleasure, then she'd climb aboard and ride me, her
hands clasping mine to her breasts which she loved for me to knead. It wouldn't
be long before she was cumming again, then she'd pull off, get on her hands and
knees beside me and wiggle her fine ass until I got up behind her. It was a
well choreographed dance. "Harder Gabriel, please." And with that there
would be a wild romp to the finish. No matter how hard I pounded or how deep I
went, it never seemed hard or deep enough. She wasn't a talker she let her body
do the talking for her, after urging me to go harder or faster, she'd use the
walls of her sex to control me, by that I mean taking all control away from me.
The pleasure was twofold, my trigger being not only the pulsations of her sex
around me, but the knowledge that my child was inside her, it always made me
cum harder than ever before.

I was jolted back to the present by Flower's
softly spoken 'I do.' Damn, no one warned me what those two little words could
do, the overwhelming feelings that would overcome me in that moment when she
pledged herself to me for all eternity, that was no small thing, not to me and
not to her. I looked to the chief after the kissing of the bride and with a
slight nod and clasping her arm between my elbow and my side, the baton was
passed. I accepted the challenge, I'd kept my promise.

Chief

Lord love a duck, Miss. Priss is about to pop
any minute now, anybody with an ounce of sense can see that, but do these two
listen to me, of course not.

I knew that boy wasn't going to be any help
when it came to reining her in, in fact she was worse now than she ever was,
why, because he coddled her something awful it was a crying shame.

Like now, all I can do is shake my head at
the two of them.

"I thought the turkey was supposed to be
stuffed or are we having duck?

"Chief!"

I wish the boy would stop calling my name like
that, truth is my girl did favor a stuffed turkey and from behind she waddled
like a duck, the only one too chicken to admit it was her husband who kept
telling her how beautiful she was which he had to do every ten minutes because
she cried at the drop of a hat these days. It was getting so I couldn't even
watch TV with her any more because she would cry at every blessed thing, I
didn't know coffee was a reason for tears but what do I know? When I told her
to stop being a weeping willow she tried to brain me and that husband of hers
had the nerve to take her side, like that's new.

Now he was taking offense because I was once
again speaking the truth, the girl was big as a mansion.

"Is she having a litter, because I don't
think I've ever seen a human female that big before."

"
Sssh
, it's
okay baby, he's just teasing, you're gorgeous I promise." He whispered
something in her ear that made her all sappy again.

I rolled my eyes because that's all that went
on around here these days it was enough to make a body ill; ever since they
came back from their honeymoon it's been the same, moony eyes and simpering.
Hah.

"What time are the others getting back I
wanna show Geoffrey and Brand my new fishing rods."

"Pop you said you didn't want to go with
Caleb and
Summer
but Geoffrey and Brand could go, now
every five minutes you're asking when they'll be back."

"And how pray tell is that bothering
you, huh? Why don't you have another marshmallow with peanut butter?" I
couldn't help it if I turned my nose up at that, I mean just the sound of it
was disgusting.

"Sam baby, remember that nice Siamese
cat that the lady said she was going to find for you? Well I'm gonna check with
her today see if anything came in."

He had the nerve to look at me all smug when
he said it too, traitor.

"Why don't you hand over your man card
while you're at it, sap?" I whispered as he came near.

"You keep messing with my wife I'll get
her three cats, besides you stole her dog so it's only fair she should get her
kittens."

"I did not steal that flea infested
vermin, you two left him here for three weeks while you went gallivanting all
over who knows where and he clung on to me, poor thing, what was I to do, tune
him out?"

Stupid dog kept following me around
everywhere now, Miss. Priss was none too happy that I'd spoilt her dog but what
did she expect? The dog was dumb.

"What does she need with a cat anyway?
She's about to pop any second and who's gonna watch after some fool cat."

He grinned like the fool he is so I ignored
him.

He wasn't too bad all things considered, he'd
fixed up my own wing downstairs and made everything accessible for me, his new
thing was packing me off to Switzerland of all places because some quack over
there swears he can fix what's wrong with my kickers, whatever, we'll see, I
told the boy not to waste his money but of course he had to go set Annie Wilkes
on me.

Now I was booked for travel right after the
holidays with Geoffrey in tow, that's the kind of things my son in law did. The
only reason I finally agreed was because I wanted to run after my grand baby.

Any way today is turkey day and like I was
saying, I don't know who's more stuffed, Sam or the bird.

"Why isn't Betty cooking thanksgiving
dinner?"

"Because Betty has a family and I wanted
her to have the time off to be with them, now stop complaining and come help
pop."

"Help with what, you're eating more
stuffing than is going into the bird, they're going to be some hungry people at
that dinner table tonight that's for sure."

I was barely in time to duck the wooden spoon
full of stuffing that came flying at my head but not quick enough to avoid the
shoe. She clocked me but
good
in the old noggin.

"Did you see that, she beaned me, such
violence and against your helpless old man."

"Samantha, stop it."

Oh so he decided to jump in after the damage
was done.

"Chief stop teasing her, go play with
prince Charles or find something to do."

"I'm bored how long does it take to buy
this special whatever it is that Miss. Priss just has to have anyway?"