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Empty Nest: Part 12
🕑 Added 2024-07-18 22:04:07 +0000 UTCAs I change from my job hunting clothes into something more casual I filled with really positive feeling of…I can’t even describe it. Tranquility? Gratitude? Simple joy? It was a bunch of emotions rolled into one. I had opened up to Heather and shared a bit of inner self, something that did not come naturally to me, and not only had she not made me feel weak somehow I actually felt stronger. With Blair I always had to be cautious in revealing too much as she had this way of jabbing me where it hurt even as she was ‘comforting’ me on the surface.
I choose a blue v neck t shirt. It was one of the few shirts I owned that wasn’t black nor emblazoned with some pop culture character or reference. To put in Heather’s words, it wasn’t ‘boyish’. Boyish was the last thing that I wanted Heather to see me as. With each passing hour I wanted more and more for her to see me as a man. A younger man, sure, a man starving for a bit of care and attention, so be it, but a man nonetheless. Sadly I didn’t have any of the tight fitting jeans that liked to see on men with ‘cute bums’ so I am stuck with choosing the least baggy of the three pairs that I owned. I make a note to myself to get myself some snug denim the first chance I had.
Strolling back into the kitchen I pause beside the refrigerator just admire Heather’s thick curves and big, beautiful booty. If I wanted her to look at me like a man it was only proper I started looking at her like the gorgeous woman that she was.
Peeking over her shoulder she catches me checking her out. She smirks as I pull my eyes from her butt to look her in the eyes. She nods to the counter across the sink from where she was already finishing up the pie crust. “You’re on spud duty.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I sidle up the counter and start washing the three potatoes she had there.
“Peel them and shred them.” She says as she wraps the ball of raw dough and puts it into the fridge to chill.
I begin to peel the taters and glance to the opposite counter as she lays out ingredients. “What’s the wine for?”
“The gravy.” She says.
“Oh.”
“Your Mum didn’t use wine?”
“No.” I say. “We didn’t shred the potatoes either.”
“You’ll love it.” She says. “The wine adds sweetness and the shredded potato crust is sooo scrumptious.”
“Huh.”
“If you want me to make like your…”
“No!” I insisted. “No, no, no. I want to try yours. I just never seen it done any other way.”
“More than one way to pot a pie.” She winks with a merry grin.
Side by side we chat as we make our dinner. Under Heather’s exacting but encouraging guidance I peel, chop, shred and dice a host of different vegetables as she does all the more complicated bits. While the dish was the same every little thing about it was different than how my family used to prepare it. The wine in the sauce, the shredded potatoes, the mushrooms finely diced instead of left chunky, and so much more. Simultaneously I was on a nostalgia ride while also creating a fresh memory that I just knew I would look back on with fondness in the future. There were echoes of a happier time but the mood, the energy, and the companionship was something wonderful and new.
Heather was so right. She would never replace my mom. She couldn’t if she wanted to. And thank God for that! While I adored her naturally maternal aura my attraction to her was anything but familial. I’d been blessed with one perfect mother and a damn fine father too, both of whom still lived inside my heart, and that was enough for any man. In Heather I’d found something else.
“What?” She peers over as she catches me staring.
“Nothing.” I look away and return to chopping the last bit of green beans.
She shakes her head with a giggle. “Silly boy.”
With the finishes touches complete Heather slides the pie into the oven, bumping the door closed the last few inches with her curvy hip. Looking at me for a few seconds she says. “It looks good on you.” Looking down to see if she was making some joke about something I spilled on myself I find nothing on my plain shirt. When I look back up at her for answer she quips. “The smile I mean. It’s nice. You should wear it more.”
“Oh!” She wanted a smile and boy do I give her one. A real one straight from my heart.
She beams right back. “I’m just going to go water the flowers. Make yourself at home.”
“Um…I can do that for you.” I am quick to offer.
“You sure?”
“I’d love to.”
She smiles and pats my cheek. “Go on then.”
Before I know it I am outside searching for the hose. It doesn’t take long before I find not a hose but a watering can sitting under the outside spigot instead. I fill the can and give the first row of her flowers a good drenching. There was a strange sort of satisfaction I felt in doing this for her. It didn’t feel like a chore at all. In fact, out here in the fresh air bathed in the warm light of the setting sun, there was nothing else I’d rather be doing right now. With her as my queen I was one happy and willing little worker bee.
“You’re going to drown my little darlings.” Heather chuckles as she comes outside to sit on her front step.
“Sorry.” I laugh.
With the door propped open behind her she leans forward, elbows on knees and hands clasped together, and watches me work. “That’s better. Just a good quenching drink.”
The watering done I jog back to the step to take a seat beside her. I’m not even sure if she realizes it but the moment I was settled she shifts ever so slightly closer to me.
We sit looking out over the big park across the street. “Lovely night tonight”
“Yes.” She says as her hand gently begins to very slowly rub up and down my back. What tiny bit of tension I had in my shoulders melts to her tender touch. “It’s almost perfect.”
“I like it here, Heather.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s even nicer when there’s someone to share it with.” She whispers and slides her hand around the side of my waist and pulls tight to my side. Her body felt so soft and warm.
“Yeah.”
Descending into a comfortable silence we sit and watch the world play out before us…until the shrill ring of my phone shatters the peaceful moment. I dig the phone from my pocket and look down at the screen.
“It’s Blair.”
“What does she want!?” Heather snaps, a fierce timbre to her voice.
I look over at her, surprised by her reaction.
Immediately she realizes what she’d done and bows her head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Elliot.” She says. “We tend to become a bit…possessive of our honey boys.” With a sigh she adds. “It’s a difficult instinct to suppress sometimes.”
“You’re possessive of me?”
“No.” She says flatly. “No I am not. I’ve got it under control. I am in control.” As it rings again she nods to it. “You should answer that. Could be something important.” With that she gets to her feet and returns inside the house. God damn it. Why did this have to come now? We were having such a nice evening.
Reluctantly I answer the call. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I hear my ex-girlfriend’s voice, low and somber. “How you doing?”
“Never better.”
“I bet.” She says, understandably taking my honest answer as sarcasm.
“No, I’m serious.” I say. “I have never felt better, Blair.” The silence that followed brought me a little glimmer of guilty joy. After the things she had said to me I wasn’t going to begrudge myself a little bit of payback.
“What?”
“You breaking up with me was the best thing to ever happen. Thank you.”
Another delicious pause. “Pff. Yeah right. I’m not sure what you’re playing at but if you think I’m gonna…”
“Blair.” I interrupt. “I do not care what you do as long as you’re doing it without me.”
“Elliot?”
“I’ll swing by the place in a week or two for any mail then I’ll be out of your hair for good.”
“But…But…” This conversation was not going the way she thought it would. She thought I’d be grovelling by now. As if I would ever grovel to a skinny, immature bitch like her! “Elliot…”
“Blair.”
“Yeah?”
“You deserved better. And so did I.” I say. “I hope you find the man of your dreams.” I wait a beat just to savor the stunned silence before finishing up. “Don’t call me anymore. I’ve got nothing more to say.” As I hear her stammering on the other end of the line I hang up. Ohhhh, did that feel good! With a long breath I slowly nod as I stare down at my phone. “Yep.” I turn off and pocket my phone and stand up feeling a hundred and six pounds lighter. “Hahhhh!”
Back inside I find Heather setting the table while doing her level best not to grin. She’d heard every word but was pretending she hadn’t. “That was quick. Everything okay?”
“Almost perfect.”
“You’re getting back together?” She asks, as if she didn’t know.
“No, ma’am.” I chuckle. “That bridge is ashes. No going back now.”
“Mm.” Turning to me she says. “She wasn’t any good for you, Elliot.”
“I know.”
“You did the right thing.”
“I know.”
“You’ll find a girl who can really appreciate you and love you for who you are.”
“I know.” I say. “But it’s still nice to hear.”
“What are friends for?” Her smile breaks through. “Help me set the table?”
“Absolutely!”
Comments
Grimbous
I'm sorry to hear that Annie. ❤
Annie
As someone who was just dumped a few days ago, this was actually cathartic.
