Things Remembered (Accidentally On Purpose Companion Novel #3)

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by L. D. Davis


  So, twice a week Nat had dance class. From the start, she really seemed to like it, so I kept my thoughts to myself. I didn’t want to be like my mom by forcing her to do it, but I would still have been no different from my mom had I forced my own ideals upon her. Natalie had to find her own way, discover for herself what she liked and didn’t like. Grant and I guided and parented her with the other essential elements of life, but whether or not she wanted to do ballet or stay at home and watch cartoons was up to her.

  As I predicted, Alex loved being hugged by girls. Last year, he hit puberty full force. He shot up almost six inches, his face lost the baby fat and his voice deepened seemingly overnight. He apparently skipped over the whole awkward boy part and jumped straight into good looking, budding man-boy.

  Alex still enjoyed building things with his hands and he was still a Star Wars fanatic, but he spent a lot of time on himself. He was meticulous with his grooming, almost to the point of annoyance. He spent more time than I did getting ready in the mornings. It worked, because when we were out with him, the girls crawled out of the cracks in the sidewalks. I had seen too many of the little hussies press their mini boobs against him while they hugged him, and more than once he’d come home with a lipstick mark on his cheek.

  I didn’t like it! Grant didn’t like it, either. We’d had to lay down some ground rules to keep him out of trouble, and Grant had many talks with him about how to treat girls and how to be responsible. He didn’t want Alex to take advantage of his popularity with the fairer sex. Furthermore, we didn’t want him to lose focus in school, and teenage hussies sure did have the ability to sidetrack a guy.

  I hadn’t wanted to be anyone’s mother, but after being with Natalie and Alex for four years, I couldn’t imagine my life without them. I loved them as if they had been mine all along. They still called me Mayson when they were speaking to me, but when speaking of me, they referred to me as their mom. The first time I’d heard it was on Natalie’s first day of kindergarten, a week before the ribbon cutting ceremony.

  “Who are these people with you?” her teacher had asked Natalie after introducing herself.

  “My daddy Gwant, and my mom Mayson,” Nat had said without pause.

  Admittedly, I’d almost cried.

  My relationship with my own mom was…okay. Even years later, it was hard for me to accept any genuine affection she showed me, or any kind of compliments that she gave me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it because I did, but my automatic defensive reaction was to repel her. I tried very hard to get past it. I even went as far as going to therapy with her twice a month. The therapy helped us work through many of our problems and we began to understand each other better. We weren’t very close, and I didn’t know if we ever would be, but I loved her, and I knew that she loved me. I knew that we would keep trying.

  “I will give you your gift later,” Grant whispered in my ear, pulling me out of a woolgathering daze.

  Alex, Nat, and Taylor were chatting away about something else. I had no idea what they were talking about.

  “My gift, huh?” I gave him a sardonic smile.

  He laughed, making his luscious mouth open wide and flash his white teeth. I loved watching him smile and laugh.

  “I didn’t mean that, but I want that, too,” he murmured and nipped my ear before anyone could see. “But I have something else for you.”

  “I thought we agreed not to buy each other anything,” I whispered back to him.

  He shrugged, and planted a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth.

  “I don’t care if you didn’t get me anything, but I really wanted to do this for you. I’ll give it to you later tonight.”

  “Mayson, do you want more cake?” Nat asked.

  I pushed my empty plate across the table. “Like you even have to ask.”

  After Taylor had taken Nat with her to my mom’s for the rest of the weekend, and Alex left to spend the night with one of his friend’s, I left Grant to his own devices and went to soak in the garden tub for a while. Grant added it to the bathroom as an engagement gift more than three years ago. At Sterling Corp., I was seated for most of the day, but at the Chrysalis Center, I was all over the place, all day long. Some days, my muscles were achy and only a soak in the tub could cure it. But tonight I didn’t need to soak in the tub because I was sore. I wanted to soak in some sexy scented bath salts because, like my husband, I also had an anniversary gift to give.

  We didn’t wait too long after our big engagement to get married. Many people wanted us to do the whole traditional wedding thing with a ceremony performed in front of guests at a beautiful venue, and a reception with linen table cloths, real china, and music and dancing. Donya wanted to design a wedding gown for me and bridesmaids’ dresses and tuxes for the guys. After only a couple weeks of constant phone calls, text messages, and emails from Emmy, Donya, and my mom and their overly excited wedding planning, I started to get stressed out. There was so much to do, so many details that couldn’t be overlooked. It was too much for me, and we were only getting started.

  The only person who didn’t nag me about wedding stuff was Tabitha. She and Leo hadn’t had a big ceremony, even though they had been planning one in the beginning. I don’t know what changed their minds, but they ran off to Las Vegas without a peep to anyone and quietly got married. It was days before the rest of us knew anything about it.

  “Leo said ‘we’re doing this now’” she had told me one day over Skype. “He didn’t want to wait another day. He said we had wasted enough time. We left for Vegas the next morning.”

  “Do you ever regret not having an actual ceremony with your family and friends in attendance?” I had asked her.

  She had smiled warmly, with a reminiscent look on her face. There wasn’t even an ounce of regret in her features.

  “No, I don’t regret it. The two people that mattered most were there, and that was us. My only regret is that I waited so long to marry him. You have to do what’s right for you and Grant, Mayson. Don’t have a big ceremony to benefit others. Your surprise engagement party was fantastic, and everyone you loved and cared for was in that room. If that’s enough for you and Grant, it’s enough for me, and it will have to be enough for everyone else.”

  When I had told Grant that I didn’t want to have a wedding, he was right there with me.

  “I just want to marry you,” he’d said. “I don’t give a damn about who sees it happen and who doesn’t.”

  We wed a little more than a week later on a Saturday afternoon. The weather had been mild that day, so the ceremony was performed on the terrace in our home. The only people in attendance were my parents and sister, Alex and Natalie, and Kyle and Lily. I did buy a dress for the occasion, but it was black, not white. Also, unlike a traditional wedding dress, I could wear it again. That evening, we sat around the fire pit, drinking wine and dining on hamburgers and hotdogs that Grant had made on the grill. It had been a perfect day.

  As I soaked in the tub, thinking about our wedding day, I gazed happily at the two rings on my finger. I had never been a flashy person, but the one and a half karats of diamonds on my hand made me a little giddy. The engagement ring featured a butterfly with its wings decorated with round diamonds, and more diamonds lined the band. My wedding band didn’t have any winged creatures on it, but it had the same small round diamonds around the entire circumference.

  It was a beautiful set. At first, I was a little overwhelmed by it. I didn’t think I needed so many gems on my hand.

  “You are beautiful,” Grant had said after I had said something about it to him. “As gorgeous as that set is, you still outshine it, and Mayson, you deserve it. You’ve earned that and more. I would give you every gem and precious metal in the world if you wanted it. Besides, I didn’t just walk into a jewelry store and pick that out of a case, Baby Girl. I had that designed and built specifically for you. For your hand. For your finger.”

  I never said anything about it again after that. What was there
to say? The rings were perfect, and they fit me perfectly, just like Grant did.

  As perfectly as we fit together, life wasn’t always perfect. We were just people after all. People argue and go to bed mad. Just like anyone else, we didn’t always agree. Just like any other family in the world, we had our trials and tribulations. It’s wasn’t always sunshine all the time. As for me, my troubles did not just fall away because my life improved. Although their occurrence was infrequent, the nightmares still came. There were still nights that I woke up with a scream in my throat, tears on my face, and the overall feeling of being violated. Sometimes it would take several minutes for me to fully wake up and register that the man holding me was not trying to hurt me. He was trying to comfort me and remind me that I was safe.

  I still had to have a sense of control in my life at times, and unfortunately, I occasionally tried to do that at home. My kids and husband didn’t need a control freak, and Grant had to remind me of that a few times. The reminders weren’t always pleasant, but they were necessary.

  The desire to do drugs never went away. It was always there, lurking beneath the surface. Kyle had been very right when he’d told me that I would always be an addict, but he was also right when he’d said I either let it master me, or I mastered it. After six years of abstaining from heroin, I could honestly say that I mastered my addiction.

  Sometimes I wasn’t okay, just like before, but what I learned was that I was not the only one. No one is okay all the time. In the past, I had been too focused on myself and my own issues to realize that my friends and family were having periods of not being okay, too.

  Despite all that, all that imperfection, life was overall very good. My marriage was a happy one. No matter what kind of a day I was having, I was always thankful for Grant. My Grant, who was probably waiting for me in our bedroom.

  I climbed out of the tub, eager to find out what he had for me, and just as eager to give as I was to receive.

  “What ya got under that robe, Mrs. Alexander?” Grant asked, pulling at the collar of my silk robe, trying to steal a peek.

  I smacked his hand away and gave him a light shove and pulled the robe tighter against my body.

  “None of your business, Mr. Alexander. What’s in the box?” I asked, rather warily.

  There was a plain white box sitting at the center of our bed. It looked unassuming and innocent enough, but looks could be deceiving.

  “Open it and see for yourself.”

  “You know how I feel about boxes and the things that they may contain.”

  “I am well aware, woman. Open it.”

  I cocked an eyebrow, but I obediently reached for the box. I weighed it in my hands for a moment as I tried to guess what it could be. Finally, I gave up guessing and pulled the lid off and tossed it aside. Inside the box was a book. It was rectangular in shape and bound in black leather. “Things Remembered” was engraved in white cursive on the cover.

  I glanced at Grant before opening the book to the first page. I looked down at the single picture with mild confusion. My parents were in the yard in front of the house I grew up in, the home my mother still occupied. My dad had one arm around my mom’s shoulders, the other arm over hers and his hand on me, the infant wrapped in a bright pink blanket and cradled in my mother’s arms. They were both smiling, smiling as if they were both going to burst with happiness.

  “Where did you get this?” I asked Grant, not taking my eyes away from the photo.

  “Your mom. She was reluctant to part with it, but she let me take it and a few others to make copies.”

  “I don’t remember ever seeing this picture before, and I don’t remember ever seeing either of them look so happy.”

  “I know. You don’t remember a lot of things, and some of the things that you do remember are…inconsistent with the facts. Even though we know the truth about some things, like Shari and your dad, I know that those memories still haunt you. I can see it in your eyes sometimes. You’ve watched the same nightmares play over and over in your mind for years. You’re not going to forget, but I don’t want you to forget this, either.” He touched the photo in the book.

  I gave the picture one last look and then turned the page to an image of me as a toddler, laughing as my mother hugged me. Then there was a picture of my dad and me when I was about two. He was asleep on the couch and I was asleep on his chest. Me, around the age of four in a purple tutu, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. A picture of my cousins and me, making faces at the camera. A photo of me staring into the camera with a devious grin, as if I had just done something mischievous. Then there were pictures of Shari and me and more of me, Grant, and Shari together, and then just pictures of Grant and me.

  There were photographs of nearly every stage of my life, with the final picture in the book being one of me, Grant, and the kids that had been taken only a couple weeks ago.

  “I know you don’t remember all these pictures, but the important thing that I want you to remember, Mayson, is that you did have happy times. You were loved. We’re going to keep building new, happy memories, and we’re going to add them to this book until it’s bursting at the seams. Then we’ll get a new book and fill that one up, too. The things you remember are important and are a part of you, but so is everything in this book. One day, your memories aren’t going to make you sad. They’re going to make you smile.”

  I wiped away a tear and kissed his cheek.

  “They already do,” I whispered. “This is beautiful, Grant. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Baby Girl.”

  “Well,” I said, standing up. “I’m more than ready to give you your gift now.”

  He raised one eyebrow as he looked me over.

  “Oh yeah? And what is that?”

  Touching the tie that held my robe together, I dropped my voice low, and said, “Unwrap me and find out.”

  Slowly, as he looked up into my eyes, he reached for the tie. He gave it a gentle tug, making it unravel easily. The robe fell open, revealing the new, black, sheer baby doll I had purchased earlier in the day.

  Grant grinned like a kid who just got the one gift he had been begging for all year. Amazingly, it made me blush like a school girl. Only he had the power to make the blood rush to my cheeks like that.

  He stood up, cupped my face in his big hands and kissed me so salaciously, that blood rushed to other parts of my body.

  “Mmm, you taste like a ripe strawberry,” he murmured, as he moved his kisses to my neck. He groaned and added, “And you smell like strawberries and cream.”

  He pushed the robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor before taking my hands and stepping backward to the bed. He sat down again but kept me at arm’s length so that he could look at me. His eyes seemed to take in every inch of me, right down to my pink frosted polished toes.

  “You are stunning,” he said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

  He pulled me close so that I stood between his open legs. Without hesitation, his mouth took in a mesh covered nipple. We both groaned. He flicked it with his tongue and made it rise. Then he gently bit down, making me inhale sharply.

  His hands moved under the fabric of the lingerie and touched my bare stomach. As he switched to the other nipple, his hands began to move and roam over my body. My stomach again, my lower back, my butt, and down to my thighs.

  He stood up again and grasped the bottom of the baby doll. I automatically raised my arms and he pulled it off me and tossed it to the floor with my robe. I stood before him in only a black thong.

  Grant kissed me again as his fingers found my nipples. I moaned into his mouth and pressed against him. My hands found his hips and the top of his boxers. I slipped my hands inside and found the firm globes of his manly ass and squeezed. He chuckled as he kissed me and I smiled.

  “Take your shirt off,” I said against his mouth, my voice husky.

  “I love it when you get bossy,” he said, grinning. Obligingly, he pulled his shirt off.r />
  Although it had been four years and he was officially a middle-aged man, Grant still had an incredible body. In fact, I was certain that it was better, and that it got better all the time. His rock hard stomach and defined chest looked like it belonged to a guy half his age.

  I returned the favor and gently bit down on his nipple. He laughed and groaned at the same time. I grinned up at him and put my hands flat against his chest.

  “Lay down, husband,” I demanded, giving him a push.

  He raised his eyebrows, and looked amused, but he did as I said, propping himself on his elbows so that he could watch me. The evidence of his arousal strained against the fabric of his underwear.

  I again slipped my fingers into the fabric and slowly pulled them down, making his erection spring free. His boxers and then my panties joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.

  “You took your panties off,” Grant said, shaking his head. “I wasn’t finished unwrapping you.”

  “That’s too bad,” I said without any remorse at all.

  I nudged at his legs, indicating that he should spread them. He looked at me quizzically but didn’t question me, trusting me implicitly. I climbed onto the bed and lay down between his legs, and my intent became apparent to him.

  He swallowed hard and stared at me with his cock in my hand and so close to my mouth. When I licked the mushroom shaped, silky head, he let out a guttural, tortured groan. I gave him a maniacal grin and then took him into my mouth until he was pressed against the back of my throat.

  Four years ago, fellatio wasn’t something that I could do without nightmares springing to life in my mind. Grant never asked for it and never complained, but I wanted to be able to do it for him. I didn’t want my past to hinder me and to hold me back. I didn’t want to give those men another win over me.

 

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