"Yeah... and you will be again."
Shawn chuckled, "You know you wouldn't be happy if I was right all the time."
"Ain't no chance of that happenin', now is there?" She sassed, fighting a smile. He was flirting with her, gazing into her face, deliberately staring at her mouth, then down at her breasts. "Is there something you want?" She asked tartly, finally looking at him.
"You sure you want me to answer that?" He muttered suggestively.
"You think you can act the way you did, get what you want, and then have me smoochy, kissin' and lovin' again? I don't think so."
"So you're saying, that it's wrong for me to want my wife to cook me something to eat when I know to be satisfied will only come through her hands? To get a high from the wonderful aroma that permeates the house when you cook, is wrong for me to want? To be spoiled a bit sometimes with you feeling the need to take care of me first, and then see to whatever it is you were going to do? Am I wrong? Guilty as charged. Because I want you to be all about me, the way I'm all about you. And you know I am Sylvia, you know it."
Sylvia stared down at him, again seeing that this man was going to totally consume her. She could just feel it happening already.
"Shawn... sometimes, not all the time - but sometimes - you will have to see to yourself."
"I know I will. But I just didn't want to today. Today, I needed you to be home here with me, doing what you've done. I needed that."
"Well, I did it. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah... you can stop with this face you have on, give me a smile, and a little kiss... and I would be well content."
Just then there was a knocking at the kitchen door, Angela ran from the living room to peak out of it. "It's grandma and aunt Shanna!" She called.
Shawn stood from the counter, still keeping eye contact with Sylvia. Neither said another word, he just bent down and softly kissed her mouth, Sylvia closed her eyes and kissed him back, feeling his tongue taste her lips and then slip inside. She felt a rush of heat that was short of nothing but sweet. They didn't care that his mom and sister stood inside waiting for them to get done.
"That's enough! Landsakes Sylvia... don't tell me it works on you too! I swear, these McPherson men!" She was grinning despite her words.
Shawn stood and glanced at his mom, smiling, winking and satisfied... to all those who looked on, he looked it. Turning his gaze back to Sylvia, he sent her a wink as well. "Come on Pum'kin'! Time for me to beat you at a little Tetris!"
Sylvia was all aglow before his mother and sister. Actually happy that they'd come to her instead, they sat on her bed discussing the plans for the wedding, his mother letting her know that the church was booked as well as the town hall for the reception. She held up the gown as they discussed the meal and Shanna volunteered to pay for the catering for the reception as her gift to them.
"What do you think, you like it?"
"I absolutely love it! Oh my goodness... you were married in this?!" Sylvia asked, holding it up to herself, looking into her wardrobe mirrors that doubled as doors.
"Sure was... believe me, my daddy paid a pretty penny for that gown. When I put it away, I made sure that it was stored to keep it just as beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on it."
"Well whatever you did... it worked, this is just gorgeous! I'd be proud to wear it!" Sylvia exclaimed, gazing at it in awe.
"Good, that parts done then. The church is on standby, the hall is rented, Derrick and Meribel took care of that."
"Aaah that was nice of them!"
"Another gift to the two of you."
"Has Shawn ever seen this gown?" Sylvia asked.
"Only in pictures of me wearing it. He didn't see your pictures did he?" Gert asked of Shanna who shook her head and then answered, "The fewer people who saw my mistake the better. So, the next time he sees it, it will be on you Sylvia."
"Honey try it on while we're here, see if it fits you well, if not... Shanna will measure you and adjust it, then we'll take it and get it cleaned for you." Gert went on. Sylvia tried it on, to find that it was a bit snug around the waist, it fit everywhere else but there. That's when, blushing she told them of the discovery that morning at the doctors, that she was further along than either of them thought.
"Lord I can't wait! Shame its got to take nine months! I wanna see my lil'baby now!" Gert gushed, excited every time she thought of it. They stayed a bit longer while Shanna did the measurements, writing it down. Before Sylvia knew it, they were done and leaving, calling down to the basement and saying goodbye to Shawn and Angela before they left.
Sylvia smiled closing the door, straightening up before she went down to the basement with Shawn and Angela, and the phone rang.
"Hello?" She answered.
There was silence, even so... she knew there was someone on the line. "Hello?" She asked again.
"It's... Deidre... Sylvia... hi."
Sylvia paused, swallowed and said, "Would you like me to get Angela?"
"No."
"I'll call Shawn up then, give me just a-..."
"No Sylvia... I - I want to... speak with you... please, if I could?"
Sylvia looked to the basement door, then turned with her back to the counter.
"Sure... ummm, speak away." She invited softly.
Silence followed for a while as Sylvia patiently waited for her to speak, then offered again, "You sure you don't want me to get Shawn?"
"No... just... no... I don't wish to talk to him. Give me... just a minute-..." Her voice broke.
Sylvia felt the beat of her heart speed up.
"I ah..." Deidre began. "I ah... packed up all of Angela's things today...all for... a few things. Some stuff I wanted .... I wanted to keep. But - the rest... I packed it up, and they're on the way there." She stopped a moment. Sylvia could hear her sniffing over the line. "I... went to the school, informed them that she would no longer be attending. All of her school records, will be there tomorrow, I had them sent... next -..." She stopped again.
Sylvia's eyes pooled, and a tear fell for her.
"Ummm... I had - it sent - next day. So tomorrow... her school records - will - (Echmm) - will be there. Her things, in - a few days." She stopped again, gathering her thoughts. "Syl - Sylvia... please... I beg you - please... take care of my daughter... please. Ummm, she needs... needs things... you know. Like... a hug, a squeeze... someone - that - that she can talk to. That's so important... little girls... they need a mother... so bad. I - I'm not all that good at it... you know. If you could just... do that for me please... you don't owe me that I know-..."
"She'll be fine. I promise you that." Sylvia swore.
"...(echm echm)... could you do me a favor... tell her that I love her. Tell her-..."
"Deidre... she's still your daughter. You will have many opportunities to tell her, you're welcome to visit her here anytime."
"Thank you... but... I'm gonna give her a little time with you guys... who knows... maybe... after a while... she'll - actually miss me, you think, maybe - a little?"
"Of course Deidre... of course."
"Well... I won't keep you. One more thing, in with her school records, I had an affidavit made up before three witnesses, that I'm relinquishing full custody to her father. So with that, he will be able to get her into school... or whatever needs to be done."
"Alright. You should be telling these things to Shawn though."
"No... I can't. Its best if we never spoke again. If its okay with you... I'd just as soon communicate through you."
"Sure Deidre... that's fine."
"Okay... well... that's it. I guess there's nothing left for me to say."
"If you ever wish to just talk Deidre... just call and talk... I'm here." Sylvia offered.
"Thanks... bye."
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"Did she say why she decided to give her up to us?" Shawn asked in night tones, they were in bed, all was quiet except for the T.V. that played softly in the background at the end of their bed.
"No... she didn't... and I didn't ask. It broke her heart to do that. I don't think I could have done it." Sylvia admitted.
"You would have had no reason to. You know how to be a mother to your daughter."
"No woman knows how to be a mother to her daughter Shawn. Most of the time, we're scared to death, praying for the right words at the right time. Using what we were given, and adding to it what we assume is right. No one really knows until they turn out... if it was right or wrong. Deidre was a better mother than the one she had...and that's saying a lot. I'm telling you now... from this day forward... come what may... you will not insult her again in front of me... or her child. You will not!"
"Sylvia I've never insulted her in front of Angela."
"Oh but you have. Don't do it again!" She turned on her side away from him. Lost in thought. Shawn sighed laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling above their bed.
"I love you you know ... you do know that - right?" He asked her softly, turning his head to look at the back of her.
Sylvia sighed, and then smiled, feeling the bed shift as he turned and pulled up behind her, dragging her back against him.
"Did you hear me?" He asked wrapping his arms around her.
"Em hm." She returned, still smiling.
"Well? What you got to say?"
"Where's the remote? Turn the TV off dear."
"Yoooou!" He growled and rolled her to her back, tickling her, Sylvia's head went back into the mattress laughing uncontrollably as he tried to bite her neck, making her draw up and squeal. "Sha - Shawn... stop - stop - Angela's gonna hear us!" She squeaked, trying to keep it down.
"Tell me you love me woman! Now! Right now... say it... say you love me with all your heart, and with me, you'll be staying forever! Say it!"
Sylvia let out a long sigh as he ceased his tickling. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, she kissed his lips. "I - (she kissed one corner) love - (then other corner) you." Then caught his bottom lip with her teeth, nipping it. "Ow." He gasped. "Aaah, come here... mama'll kiss it better." And she did, saying, "I love you with all of my heart, Shawn. As long as you stay with me... I'll stay with you." She then pulled him to her, kissing him deeply.
He kissed and held her, wishing he could make her declare herself to him, as he had declared himself to her. But she held back... always holding just enough back. She was in the mood to make love. She was passionate, hungry to touch him, loving everything she felt of him. Shawn let her have her way, she was being dominant, a bit controlling as she turned him to his back. There was something in her, in the way she aggressively moved over him. The way she touched him, kissed him, going down his body as if she were making some bold declaration that he was hers.
Shawn sucked in shocked as she removed his briefs and kissed all over his body. He put his head back groaning, "Oh my god... yes... oh Sylvie... oh... yes...oooh." He moaned laid out before her as if he were a banquet that she alone had the only right to consume...and consume she did. Taking him into her mouth, Shawn grabbed the headboard over his head, biting into his tongue not to groan out loud. She laved the length of him, tasting him, branding him, claiming him with her actions as she had never done before. Teasing and bringing him so close, she finally crawled back up his body and carefully straddled him. Shawn's head was back, twisting and turning from the absolute wonder of her taking him into her so far, and then riding him carefully... controlled, each unwilling to hurt their unborn child. The pleasure was intensified because of the control, unquestionably sweeter because they were forced to go slow. Sylvia laid down on his chest and began sucking his neck, as she rode him, rocking back so far and gyrating forward. She let go of his neck to gasp out, feeling her body coil into the tight band that was about to snap. Then it happened, the exact moment it snapped in him. He held onto her, both of them struggling to take shockwave after shockwave, gripping them mercilessly until finally the tremor ceased with her collapsing onto his chest, both of them gasping and breathing hard for control.
"Wow... what was that all about?" Shawn asked feeling lethargic and incredible.
"You're mine... and I just want you to know it."
Chapter 55
If anyone was going to be coming to their wedding and reception, they had to be notified now! Shanna called early the next day reminding them of that fact. Shawn was working on his layout - determined to get the first two novel covers completed and ready to go to the James' for the nod of approval. He had the third book layout set up, and decided to save some time with it, he would do some computerized 3d graphics to speed it up a bit. The quality would be the same, but he would achieve a bit of space to get things done in time by using that channel. He had been up at the crack of dawn, moving things from his place to Sylvia's. Mainly speaking, his computers, his art work equipment and his cameras. Happy that Sylvia had so much space in her basement, there was a whole bedroom down there, much larger than the ones at his house. He'd spent the morning draining the waterbed while Sylvia was sleeping. A king size waterbed was taking up too much space for him to work in. Plus he brought over his Bo-flex. His free weights would require too much messing about to bring over, so for once, he was glad he'd invested in the Bo-flex, it allowed him the workout he liked, temporarily that is, until things got rolling in the other house.
By the time the phone rang at 9:30am, his computer was up, and he was running a line to connect with Sylvia's to get on the internet. He decided that wireless networking would be something they'd invest in. As he worked to get things done, the phone rang. Sylvia turned over and answered it, she felt exhausted and the nausea was still gripping her, if not growing a bit stronger.
"Hello." She answered groggy, the same time Shawn answered in the basement, "Hello?"
"Ummm it's me... Shanna. Sylvia? Or Shawn?"
"Hey lil'bitty." He greeted smiling.
"Good morning dear brother." She returned, still glowing over having him back within reach.
"I'll let you speak with Sylvie." He ended it, knowing that was who she'd called for.
"Hi, Shanna... what's up?" Sylvia croaked out, her yawns were wide as she let them speak, working her way back and up against the headboard.
"Who's coming to your wedding? Who's coming to your reception?"
"Oh man... that's right...Psssh!" Sylvia exclaimed the sound thinking, "With this short of notice, probably no one. Do you realize we have a little over a week?"
"That's why I'm calling, I've been working on a list. I've been calling family members that I know are always looking for something to do. You and Shawn might do the same, think of friends to invite that are the kind of people that need something for their weekend. Just an idea... you never know - there might be some available for it."
"Hmmm, okay... I better get myself up and in the shower. Shawn's going to be moving some of his stuff in, sounds like he's busy at it now. We'll make out a list of who we think might come."
"Good, call me with it - I'll get it sent off today. Don't forget addresses, zip codes, full names. 'Kay... gotta finish your dress now and take it in to be cleaned. Talk to you later babes!" She finished bright and eager.
"Okay Shanna... and thank you. We really appreciate the help."
"Hey...I'm enjoying it... gives me something to do - you know."
"Yep...well, talk to you later...bye bye."
Sylvia hung up the phone, tossed her covers aside and stood from the bed, then suddenly had to rush to the bathroom and over the toilet to throw up. She stood over the bowl, gagging and vomiting yellow bile. Shawn had come into the bedroom with crackers for her. As he could hear, it was too late. He made his way to the bathroom door, feeling his own stomach grip him to hear her going through it, he stood listening - waiting for it to end - which was taking too long for his comfort. Finally she was quiet. He knocked. "Babe... you all right?"
Still quiet, no answer. He slowly opened the door to peak in. She was leaning on the sink vanity top, slowly turning on the faucet.
"Nooo, it'll pass." She wet her hand and splashed water on her face, then cupped it to suck into her mouth rinsing it out a couple of times. Taking a deep breath she stood and looked up at him. "Aaah come here." He coaxed gently and took her into his arms. "I hate this part of it." He murmured softly, holding her and stroking her hair from her forehead, then kissed her there.
"Trust me... that makes two of us." She returned needing that moment to lean against him. He felt so solid, warm and good. With her arms wrapped around his waist, she inhaled the scent of him, there was something soothing, calming in her smelling him, as if it helped to settle her system.
"You sure you don't want to call the clinic, have the doctor prescribe something for it?"
"No way. I'm not taking any chances with my baby. I don't trust half of those drugs prescribed... five, ten years later, there's a sudden news report on what they caused someone after thousands of women have taken them, to live with the effects... I'll suffer first."
He squeezed her, funny how hearing little things like that, could make you love a person more. It was hard for him to believe a love as strong as he felt for her, could possibly expand beyond what it had been last week, but it had... and then some. He turned and leaned against the counter, holding her... with a strong sense from the way she held onto him, that she needed it.
"If my legs could hold me up, I think I would just stay against you like this for another hour. But... I need to get in the shower, there is much to be done." She whispered softly into his chest, feeling lethargic.
"I think you need another hour in bed, want me to climb in with you, 'til you fall asleep?" He asked, talking with his lips at her forehead, kissing her and loving the moment as well.
"Em um..." She leaned away from him and looked up into his face, was about to say something, but lost her thought staring up at him. She really looked at him, into his incredible hazel/blue eyes, the dark lashes that surrounded them, absorbing the thick dark brows, his prominent nose, the texture of his skin, the beard that he seemed to be wanting to wear since his arrival in Chicago, and the lips there within. He watched her look him over, slow and leisure, he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, but he wasn't going to ask, he just let her look her fill. Finally her incredible dark eyes, eyes ebony black, came back to his, she smiled softly.
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