Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 13

Standing at the top of the stairs you grab the rail and take a deep breath of the cool mid morning air.  You look up and down the street, people were just going about their business and doing their thing.  You feel like you'd just stepped back into the real world from another dimension.  With a shake of your head you head down and hurry on to your truck.  You start it up and pull away, you watch as Claire's place goes by as you drive down her street.  What a surreal experience that had been.  You weren't sure if it had really happened at all.

You just drive on autopilot for a while, lost in thought.

You didn't know how to feel.  On the one hand you had unquestionably taken your relationship with Claire to the next level.  She was amazing.  On the other hand...her strange family values and those two crazy kids!  Fucking hell, she could have given you a heads up or something.  They all acted like everything was as normal as could be.  Really, calling a complete stranger Daddy.  Who does that?  

The more you drove the more you convince yourself you'd fucked things up pretty bad.  There was no god damned way Claire actually meant what she said about doing it with her kids.  There was just no way.  Mom's didn't do that shit, no matter how “open minded and liberated” they were.  A bonus she called it.  What the hell?  Once she found out what had happened, that would be it.  Once Poppy told her about the spanking, once Jeremy told her about the...Jesus Christ!  What were you thinking!?

You might have been able to smooth things out with those two had you stayed, but by leaving when you did you'd probably blown that chance completely.  You left Poppy wanting more, spanked and manhandled with none of the sex she'd been expecting.  And you left Jeremy thinking you were abandoning them right after taking a blow job from him.  That boy really liked you, he obviously had daddy issues a mile wide and ten fathoms deep, but by leaving like you did he surely felt betrayed.  Abandoned, just like with the other "Dads".

Claire was guilt ridden over how she had allowed the children's father to treat them.  She was protective of them.  After she heard about what you did...you were fucked.  You just hoped this didn't end with you in handcuffs.

You just couldn't believe you were in this situation.  You force it all from your mind, you needed to go think about anything else right now.  You needed somewhere familiar, comfortable, normal.  Finally deciding on a destination you head for the Pennywhistle.

You park your truck at home then walk the few blocks to the bar.  The afternoon is spent mindlessly shooting pool by yourself and watching sports highlights on the televisions.  The place was absolutely dead, it being a weekday, never more than a half dozen customers at any given time.  You'd booked the day off just to take some time to relax before you even knew about going over to Claire's.  Now you found yourself wishing you could go to work.  At least you'd have something to distract you.

Throughout the afternoon you kept looking at your big rough hands.  You think of the creamy pale supple breasts of Claire filling them oh so nicely.  You can feel the soft blonde hair of Jeremy passing through your fingers.  You feel the impact of slapping Poppy's bouncy little ass as you spanked her for being naughty.  They were each so fucking hot in their own way, yes...even Jeremy.  There was no point in denying it.  That had been one hell of a unique experience, surely never to be had again.

You prepare yourself for the likelihood that this strange affair was over, just so you wouldn't be disappointed later when it happened, and you decide to let the fates take their course.  You'd wait to hear from Claire.  You'd let her decide how this would end.

You finally hang up your cue and pay your tab.  It was a lot less than you were expecting.  You hadn't eaten and barely drank anything you'd been so distracted.  You walk slowly back to your apartment, still lost in thought despite trying to force it from your mind.  As you enter your suite you are struck once more by the contrast between your humble little bachelor pad and Claire's beautiful home.  You shake your head.  You never really stood a chance with her anyways.  Ah well, it had been a hell of a ride.

You flick on the television just so it wouldn't be so quiet and head toward the washroom.  A long shower and a fresh change of clothes just what you needed right now.

An hour later you are sitting at your table eating a microwave dinner and trying to find something decent to watch when your phone rings.  It was Claire.

You take a deep breath.  Well, this was it.  You hit mute, set down the remote control, and pick up your phone.

You answer.  “Hey Claire.  How you doin babe?”  You try to keep your tone casual.

There is a moment of silence.  “Ted...what did you do!?  What the hell did you do!?”

Oh shit, sounds like things were as bad as you had been expecting.  “Claire...listen...”  You start.

She interrupts excitedly.  “Ted...the kids absolutely ADORE you!  I've never seen these two like this.”  She laughs.  “Jeremy especially.  They said you guys spent a really nice morning together.  They can't wait to see you again.  Ted, you really made an impression on these two.”

“Uh...”  You wonder how much she knew.  “...yeah, it was a nice morning.  You've got some very...special kids there Claire.”

There is another moment of quiet.  You hear a little gasp, or was it a sob?  “Oh Ted, you just can't know how much this means to me.  When can I see you again?”  Her voice cracking with emotion.  Wow!  That was not the reaction you'd been expecting.

You look down at the sad looking frozen dinner sitting in front of you.  “Uh...I'm free right now.”

“Do you want to come over?  I could come there.  Or we could meet somewhere.”  She offers.

You better invite her over.  You could have Claire all to yourself, quiet and private.  Or a good meal out might be romantic.  Anything but stepping back into that madhouse.  Anything but being “Daddy” again.

You set your fork down, a grin slowly spreading across your wide bearded face.  “I'll come over.”  You answer.

“Great!  We'll see you soon.”