by Jamie Knight
“There’s one thing I want to tell you,” I said. “But that sounds like a great idea to me. I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Okay,” Candy said. “What is it?”
“Well, do you know how Kylie’s teacher, Olivia, testified on the stand?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, and closed her eyes a bit, as if that was a memory she’d rather forget.
“Well, she and I are dating now. But I promise we weren’t dating when she testified. She was truly trying to do the right thing. And not be biased.”
She looked at me and I took a deep breath, worried that this would ruin everything.
“I get it,” she said, not looking mad at all. “I figured something like that was going on, and at first I was really mad about it. But when I was in rehab and doing some deep reflection, I realized that I was mostly just mad at what she said, but I shouldn’t have been. Because, you’re right, she was doing the right thing. And maybe she has been a good influence on you and Kylie, and that’s why both of you have been doing a lot better. Plus, I think her testimony was honest. Obviously, I now feel that you are the better parent for Kylie to live with at this time, and she did, too.”
“Thank you,” I said, grabbing her hands in between mine and swinging them a little bit. I felt bad for the history between us, but glad that things were finally start to right themselves. “Thank you for understanding.”
I decided to leave out the part about Olivia being my ex. It wasn’t important, except for the crazy and coincidental circumstances in which we were brought back into each other’s lives.
Before that, we hadn’t been together for over a decade, so Candy couldn’t really hold that against us. Even though both Olivia and I apparently had always dreamed of being back together one day, we hadn’t actually been until recently. It had all worked out exactly as it was supposed to.
“Okay, let’s get together some time next week and come up with something,” I told her. “I can tell my lawyer to notify the court that we’ve been able to reach an agreement and are just ironing out the details. I have no problem with supervised visits to start, and I think Kylie will be really happy to see you.”
I wanted to have something on the record dismissing the case before Sasha could get to them with whatever crazy story she was going to concoct. But I was glad to know that Candy didn’t care that I was with Olivia.
“Oh good,” she said, with a smile. “I’m looking forward to seeing her too.”
“Eventually they could go to unsupervised once you’ve established a track record. And I really hope you have turned your life around for the better. I know how good that feels.”
“Thank you,” she said, standing up and then giving me an unexpected hug.
I hugged her back, and it felt right.
Everything was finally working out.
Chapter 36
Olivia
They say that nothing is better than your first love. But whoever said that has never experienced their first love returned, for a second time around.
As all of us – Kylie, David, Sandra, Roxie and our other friends, Greg and some of his and Marvin’s other friends – were standing in the stands cheering for Marvin as he threw touchdown after touchdown on the field, I felt a rush of euphoria running over me.
It was hard to believe that something that was once so good could now be even better, but it ended up happening for me.
“Daddy’s gonna help the Leviathons win this game!” Kylie said, taking my hand and squeezing it.
“He sure is!” I told her.
Sure enough, she was right. Marvin threw the game-winning touchdown and the Leviathons were declared winners of the Superbowl.
Afterwards, we all ran onto the field to celebrate with him.
“There are my girls,” he said, lifting both us of into his arms and swinging us around – an impressive feat, considering that he had just played an entire football game so strenuously.
He greeted the rest of his friends and family and then turned back to us.
“Olivia and I have been working on something for you,” Kylie said, with a grin.
I blushed, still not quite sure I would be able to do this. But Kylie wanted to, so I knew I had to.
“Is that so?” Marvin said, looking at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Ready, Olivia?” Kylie said.
“Yes,” I told her, trying my best not to laugh.
“Oooo-kay!” she yelled, in perfect cheerleader style, and then we launch into the routine she’d begged me to teach her once she learned from her dad that I had been a cheerleader back in high school.
“Daddy, Marvin, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can!” we shouted, while clapping our hands and making moves with our legs and arms that I hadn’t done since back when I was a cheerleader.
“Go, Marvin, win the game, throw the ball!” we continued. “Beat the Flags, beat them all!”
As we went through our litany of cheers, Marvin smiled bigger and bigger. Kylie was surprisingly good, getting all the moves and the beat down perfectly. I think we had ourselves a little cheerleader in the making.
“That’s great!” Marvin shouted, once we finished. “Both of my girls cheering for me. I’m a lucky guy!”
“You sure are,” I told him, winking. “Congrats again. You played great today.”
I had been half afraid that he was going to propose to me here, with a blimp or the scoreboard or something. I had to admit, I had my hopes up a bit, even though it would have been embarrassing.
As he scooped me up and kissed me, though, I was just glad to be with him. The champion Superbowl football player. My ex, and my best friend.
Epilogue
Olivia
It had been far too long since I’d been ice skating. My skates were unsteady on the ice, but it was still fun.
“Good job!” I shout over at Kylie, as Candy holds her hand and skates with her around the rink.
Marvin had had the idea for all of us to come here, to celebrate the end of a successful football season, as well as the end of the custody case. He and Candy had filed an official agreement and the judge had signed off on the order.
We’d do supervised visits for now – this was our first one – and then, depending on drug test and counseling results go, Candy could start taking Kylie unsupervised. It was as good of a solution as we could have hoped for under the circumstances, and we also both had high hopes for it working out well for Kylie.
It was when Marvin and I were spinning around in the middle of the rink together that he got down on one knee.
At first, I thought he had fallen.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“I’m more than okay,” he said.
And then I noticed that he was taking out a little blue box from his pocket.
“I’ll be even better if you answer this question,” he said.
“Oh, my God.”
My heart was beating so hard I thought it would fall out of my chest.
“Olivia Phillips, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since we were together the first time, and I’m so glad we’re back together now. I don’t want to let you get away again. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I cried, and he swung me around on my skates and kissed me. “Yes, yes, yes!”
When he put me back down, I said, “I kind of thought you might do it at the Superbowl.”
“Nah, I didn’t want to be cheesy like that,” he told me. “And I thought it might be best to have a blast from the past and do it here while we’re ice skating like back in the day.”
“I love it,” I said.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
***
Kylie was happy to hear that we’re “finally” getting married. We went out for ice cream to celebrate.
“I want to be a flower girl!” Kylie said, jumping up and down.
“You will be, baby girl,” Marvin told her.
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bsp; “Oh, my God,” I told him. “Roxanne is going to roll her eyes when she hears she has to be a matron of honor. Obviously, Greg will probably be your best man. Your dad and Sandra will be so happy that we’re finally officially back together for good. And I guess we’ll have to invite my brother.”
“Yeah, I haven’t spoken to him in ages,” Marvin said. “Ever since he warned you away from me – some best friend he was, right? But, of course, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t invite him.”
“Agreed,” I told him. “Geez, though. I so wish my mom could be there for the big day. She would love it.”
With this, I grew a bit sad and quiet, but I’m grateful I have Marvin to help me through my grief now, instead of having to bear it in loneliness and solitude like I used to, before he came back into my life.
“Yeah, me too,” he said, taking my hand in his. “You know, I saw her obituary in the paper and I just had to show up at her funeral and pay my last respects. I’m sorry if that made it uncomfortable for you. I just wanted to say goodbye because I really loved her.”
“I know,” I told him. “I’m glad you went because it was the right thing to do, even though you and I weren’t at the best place back then. And I’m glad that you two were that close. I know she would be happy to hear our news.”
We had eaten our ice cream happily after that, chatting away with Kylie about possible color schemes and decorations.
Now she was with David and Sandra so that Marvin and I could celebrate our engagement. And by “celebrate,” I meant fuck, a lot.
“I love to bend you over and see your plump ass cheeks,” Marvin said, as he stood behind me and squeezed my ass.
Then he spread open my ass and pussy and put his fingers into my pussy hole. He fingered me just as well as he had back in high school, except it felt even better now, since so much time had passed.
Then he rubbed my clit between his fingers, driving me insane. I arched my back and had to resist purring.
“You make me so wet,” I told him. “I’m not sure I can control myself.”
“Me neither,” he said, as I felt his hard cock pressing up against the opening of my pussy. “I always lose myself when I’m around you – or in you.”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, as he kissed my neck and played with my pussy more.
All my juices were dripping into his hand. I was under his complete and total control, and I loved it that way. It was amazing how I could let myself go and do whatever he wanted – whatever I wanted to do with him, too – and not feel anything but complete and utter abandon and pleasure.
The head of his cock was teasing me now. It was bumping up against my pussy hole but not going in yet. It was rubbing all around without making the plunge. And I really, really wanted to make the plunge. I wanted to fill him inside me, filling me up and fucking me.
“Should we get a condom?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve been thinking that maybe Kylie needs a sibling?” he suggested.
“Wow, we’re really moving fast,” I laugh.
“Making up for lost time,” he said. “I never want to waste time again. I really do think we should get married right away.”
“We should,” I told him, not wanting to wait much longer, myself.
“And have babies. Lots of babies.”
“Maybe we should start with just one,” I laughed.
“Deal.”
He pushed himself inside me.
“It feels amazing, to have you naked and raw inside me,” I told him.
“I love to feel your pussy with my bare cock,” he said.
Soon, he was all the way in, filling me to the brim with his big cock. I felt stuffed so full, as if he couldn’t possibly cram himself in there any further.
Marvin spanked my ass and pulled my hair a bit – he knew I liked it rough.
“My bad little girl is going to become my wife,” he said, as he moved his hand down to my nipple and twisted it. “And she’s never going to be able to be away from me again.”
“You got that right,” I told him, as he thrusted harder, deeper, inside me.
I went weak in my knees as he fucked me, and I thought about how great it is that I had him in my life once again. He was right – I didn’t want to waste any more time. I just wanted to enjoy what we had together.
As his big cock pulsed inside me, I felt the welcome wave of an orgasm washing over me.
“I’m gonna cum,” I told him, as he played with my nipple with one hand and my clit with the other.
“Me too,” he said. “And I’m going to shoot my cum into your pussy.”
It felt like my own juices were pouring out of me like a waterfall while his cum was shooting into me. We were both gasping and panting and calling out each other’s names.
Finally, we collapsed on the bed, embracing.
“You’re already the best fiancé ever,” he told me.
“And you’re the best ex-boyfriend, current fiancé ever,” I said. “I thought I was over you. Or at least I tried to be. But I was so wrong.”
“I know the feeling,” he agreed. “And I’m glad we were both wrong.”
“I wanted to hate you,” I said. “But it was because I loved you.”
“And I wanted to move on and be done with you,” he said. “But it’s because I wanted to marry you and make you have my babies.”
“Looks like we both got our wish,” I said, as I snuggled up against his strong, hard yet somehow still comfortable chest.
“We sure did,” Marvin said. “And I couldn’t be any happier if I tried.”
THE END
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Chapter One
Devon
“We know your life has changed drastically and you don’t even know who you are,” the doctors and nurses have told me. “But just hang in there.”
Well, that’s easy for them to say.
It’s a whole other matter to have to be the one trying to put the pieces of my life back together when I don’t even remember the pieces in the first place.
“Things will start coming back to you slowly,” they’ve also “reassured” me. “We think your memory will be restored eventually, or at least parts of it will be.”
Gee, thanks for that fucking hope there, guys, I want to tell them. To have “at least parts” of my memory “eventually” restored.
I try not to show them how frustrated I am. I want to be grateful that I’m even alive, and for their help in making sure that that is possible. But it’s very hard to remain in good spirits when my memory was taken from me, even if my life wasn’t.
My ID says my name is Devon Dennington. The face in the picture is the same as the one I look at in the mirror. But I don’t even know this person. I’m a stranger to myself.
The building I’m in has a familiar feel. I’ve seen rooms like this one before — on television. Yes, that’s what that flat screen on the wall is called. And I know that the place I’m in is called a hospital, because they’ve been telling me that, too.
I was told it is good to be able to name things. I couldn’t, during the first few moments after I woke up. I wasn’t even able to provide a name for myself.
But some things came quickly and recognizing what a television set is and the concept behind it was a good step forward. Or so the experts tell me.
They gave me my wallet and my phone to help me remember. “Wallet” and “Phone�
�: two more words to signify items. More re-connections via neurons and synapses. I would probably go crazy if I wasn’t able to hold onto such things.
Each old word is now imprinted anew, and then it means something. It makes me more a part of this world.
It’s not that I don’t know what words mean. And it isn’t like I need to relearn how to do things like brush my teeth or chew my food.
But everything does seem new again in some ways. And there are times when I get an odd sense of Deja Vu.
I have slept a lot these past few days and woke up several times from bizarre dreams, only to find myself back in an environment I barely understand. It is strange, knowing you’re a person, but not being sure exactly who that person is.
You could go mental trying to crunch in your head just how that works: how you can walk, talk and breathe without really comprehending who you are or how you got to where you are.
And now, in this world, in what feels like a waking dream, I am in a hospital room putting on my clothes. Apparently, I wear athletic style outfits when I’m not working. Under Armour seems to be my favorite brand. Although from what I’ve read, their popularity is on the decline. Does that mean I am somehow out of touch?
They told me it is also good to not only identify things, but familiar brand names as well. All of these associations help the healing process.
They advised me to pay attention to what I do daily. It might jog some of my memories; it was almost as if they were saying that brushing your teeth might unlock the secrets of the universe.
They gave me a notebook to write things in: my thoughts, feelings, notes on what I’m learning. This morning I scribbled: I just want things to feel normal.
But what does normal even feel like? I’m not sure.
I’m told I had an accident while cliff diving off the coast. According to friends of mine that they interviewed, I frequently do such things.
Apparently, I have quite the adventurous lifestyle. Bungee jumping, skydiving, jet skiing –– I even saw an electronic receipt in the bank app on my phone, when I was looking through it for some clues as to how I had gotten injured, or who I even was, for a Zero-G experience.