Same Time Next Year
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Tear Jerker, Cheating,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Did I get married to quickly? Is my wife cheating? Are the kids mine? So many questions.
A while back a couple of friends of ours stopped by to visit. We've known Bob and Maria for most of our married lives. Maria worked with my wife, Trina at a large well-known travel agency. The company has offices in a number of states. Bob is a supervisor in a manufacturing plant. I'm an electrician and work in one of the local factories. I've worked there since I came home from the service around eight years ago.
The four of us were watching an old movie titled, "Same Time, Next Year" which was about a man and woman who were lovers for many years. They were both married, but not to each other. They still loved each other and agreed to meet and be lovers every year around the same time for a week. The rest of the year they would live their normal lives with their respective spouses and families.
Our wives were crying at the end of one of the affairs when the couple had to depart and go home to their families.
"What a crock of shit," I said. "They're both cheating on their families and you two think it's so sad. They ought to be found in the arms of their lovers and shot," was my response.
"Andy, how can you say such a thing? They were true lovers and only met the one time each year?" replied Maria.
I spoke up, "So you two are saying that it's alright for me to go and have sex with my old girlfriend once a year as long as Trina doesn't find out."
Trina was pissed. "You bastard, this isn't about you and your old slut girlfriend, Melissa. This is about people really in love. I doubt you could ever understand that."
Bob saw tempers were getting out of hand. "Time out here. It's just a damn movie. I don't think we should all be sitting here arguing over a stupid movie."
"Bob," I asked. "If that woman was your wife, would you say it was okay to have an affair once a year? If I found Trina doing that, I'd kick her ass out. Also Trina, you had no right to bring Melissa into it, just because she was my girlfriend before I met you. Hell, I didn't say anything about you and your old flame, Zack."
"Look, this is getting out of hand. Let's just drop the conversation about the movie," said Maria.
"No," I said. "I want to know Bob's answer. What would you do, Bob, if Maria wanted to do the same thing as the woman in the movie?"
"Listen, Andy, Maria wouldn't do such a thing. I'm not going to answer a question on any damn assumption. Maria is too nice a person to ever do that to our marriage," replied Bob.
I happened to glance over at the girls and for just an instant, something flashed between them. I couldn't say at the time what it was, but it sent a chill down my spine.
Maria got up and went and sat on her husband's lap and kissed him. I guess everything was well and good in their happy minds. As for Trina, she didn't smile at me. She got up and offered everyone another beverage.
I turned off the movie and the four of us went into the kitchen and played cards. It was always the men against the women. I have to admit that chill made me think. In the following days, I did a lot of thinking.
When I graduated from high school, I enlisted in the Army. I signed up for three years with two of them being overseas. I went to our senior prom with my girlfriend, Melissa. I really believed I loved her. She was my first love and the first woman I ever made love to. I always thought we were a great couple and would be together forever. I guess I was just too naive at the time. The last time we made love was a week before I was supposed to leave for the service.
She never saw me off because she had another prom to go to. Her parents told her she could go to the prom with me as long as she went to another prom or rather a dance with Eric. He was a geek sort of guy and was in college. There was some kind of shindig going on and Eric asked Melissa to go with him to it. Melissa made the mistake of mentioning it to her mother. Don't get me wrong here; I didn't have anything against Eric except him wanting to date my girl. Unfortunately his mother and Melissa's mother worked together and tried to get the two of them to start dating. It hurt me to know that Melissa would be dating Eric but she said her mom said she had to go but she promised me she wouldn't even kiss him.
I was overseas for about four months when I received a letter from my sister telling me that Melissa was pregnant. I couldn't believe it. Melissa had been writing me since I left for basic training. Why didn't she ever mention it to me? Surely she knew, especially if my sis Jen knew. The only answer was Eric got her pregnant. I was pissed. I wrote her a letter calling her every dirty word I could think of. Here I was fighting in a war and my girlfriend, soon to be ex-girlfriend was home fucking around behind my back and didn't even have the decency to tell me she had gotten pregnant.
I never wrote her again after sending that letter. I told her to not waste her time writing to me either, because it was over between us and I would throw her letters in the trash without even reading them. I told her that I hoped her and her bastard child and Eric had a good life together. I did receive a letter from her but ripped it up and threw it in the trash. I didn't hear from her again while I was overseas. My sister did tell me that Mel and Eric were married just before the baby was born. They lived in Eric's parents' house and Eric took night classes at college to complete his degree.
After hearing about the pregnancy, I became a hero. I wasn't brave; I was stupid. I didn't care whether I got killed or not. I was out there like some super hero saving lives of many of the homeless children running around. I didn't care about myself anymore. I figured I would go home in a body bag. I didn't care; I was just one stupid GI who figured his life was over.
I couldn't believe it when my tour of duty was up. I wasn't only alive but received a number of commendations for valor. When I got home the town threw me a celebration in my honor. I saw a lot of friends and old school mates. They all greeted me with handshakes and smiles. I was wondering if a certain woman would show up. I saw her back in the crowd with her baby carriage and husband. She turned around and left without even talking to me. I really didn't expect her to because of the letter I wrote calling her a slut and a bitch. It's funny how our emotions take over when we get mad. I was now sad after seeing her but still hated what she did to us.
At the celebration there was a lot of dancing. I saw an old classmate sitting there and asked her to dance. It was Trina, one of the best looking girls in our class. She had been a little out of my league at the time and dated an athlete at the school. He was supposedly every woman's wet dream. At least that was the school rumor. He was Zack Carter, all-state football quarterback and most likely to succeed. I heard he went off to college after graduation.
Trina went to the local junior college and got a degree in business and worked for a big travel agency. Last I had heard Zack was living in another state. I guess he broke it off with Trina and was dating some woman who came from money and married her.
As we were dancing, we both talked about old times. It wasn't long before we realized we were both dumped by our previous lovers and we got along pretty good and started dating. I have to say that we were both coming off a rebound in our love life. After going out for six months we were married.
I know it was stupid but when people are dumped on, they have a tendency to act differently. I got a job at one of the local factories and took classes to become an electrician.
Trina and I actually got along pretty good. I think we found we respected each other and we enjoyed a lot of the same things. I could say we loved each other and in a way we did. The sex we had was great. She wasn't afraid to try most anything. I was a little worried where she learned a lot of this stuff. One day I asked her and she laughed and pulled out a bunch of women's magazines that listed a lot of the things we tried.
Our true-to-life feelings were probably a lot more like than love but it was a better relationship than a lot of people we knew had. Life was pleasant and we went out with different friends. One day when we were out with Bob and Maria, Trina asked me if I wanted to go to a convention that her travel agency was putting on.
"Andy, every two years our travel agency has a convention in a different state where we have offices. Last time it was here in Ohio, this time it's in Florida. It's usually the first or second week of May. We are welcome to bring our spouses even though it's nothing but meetings and they show us the latest travel destinations and things like that. Would you like to go?" Trina asked.
"Honey, I don't want to use a week's vacation in May to go to meetings. Are any of your other office people going that you can go with?"
"I'm going," said Maria. "Bob can't get off and wouldn't care much for it anyway. Usually Trina, Barb - another girl from the office - and me go together."
"Sounds good to me. It will give me a week to get hot and horny for you till you get back," I replied.
Trina kind of smiled and she and Maria left for the women's room. I never did understand why women can't go to the restroom by themselves. After they left, Bob and I talked about how lucky we were to not have to go to such a boring seminar.
When Trina came home from the seminar we made love, had sex, or fucked like minks, whatever you want to call it. It was some of the best sex we had since we got married. Anyway, Trina got pregnant. I was one happy father. My little girl was born just in time for Valentines Day. I couldn't have received a better Valentine's Day present. We were now a family and things really seemed to change for the better.
Trina took a leave of absence for three months after the baby was born. My sister, Jen, offered to baby-sit for us which worked out perfectly. Little Renee was my pride and joy. After getting off work, I liked nothing better than to hold my little girl and watch her play.
About the only thing that seemed to mess up my little world was when Trina and I had an argument. For some reason she always threw Melissa up at me. Of course I'd counter it with throwing Zack at her. It was really stupid to argue over two people who weren't part of our lives anymore, but when we get mad, we have a tendency to bring up the past.
One day when I got home before Trina, I asked Jen if she ever saw Melissa.
"I see her in the grocery store once in a while. She has the sweetest little girl she named Andrea. I know you don't want me to talk about her but she loves her daughter although she doesn't seem happy. I don't know why," spoke Jen.
"Well, the next time you see her, tell her I have a daughter too."
"That's rude, Andy. I'll say no such thing." A few minutes later Trina came in so we knew we better change the subject.
For some reason I can't just forget about Melissa. Maybe it was because deep in my heart I still cared for her. Maybe because she was my first love. I wonder if other people feel that way about their first love. Do we ever get over them? Did Trina ever get over Zack? There is always something to think about when it comes to first loves.
Time was flying by and it was time for Trina to go to another one of her seminars. I really and truly didn't want to go and neither did Bob. Besides I had a little two year old girl to take care of, at least that's how I explained it to Trina. She and Maria went with their other girlfriend. When she got home we had great sex again. I was thinking of telling her to go more often. Every time she came home the sex was always the best. Again, about two months later she found out she was pregnant. Seven months later our second daughter was brought into the world. We named her Ashley. Valentine's Day was beginning to be a pretty good day around our house.
Life went on and we did our normal living and arguing. Funny but the longer we were married the less we seemed to have in common. I often wondered if we would be divorced if it wasn't for my two sweet daughters, Renee and Ashley.
I finally got my journeyman card as an electrician. It meant more time working but also more money. My free time was usually spent with the girls. I realized that in no time they would be grown up. I wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. Trina and I got along but it really didn't seem like love. I know I keep saying that but it just seemed like we were going through the motions. It appeared like most of my friends had the same kind of marriages. We all seemed to put on a good front but behind closed doors we were more like two strangers living in the same house. I tried a number of times to kid and joke with Trina but it usually ended up with some type of argument.
When she was planning her next seminar I told her I would go with her. I thought it might strengthen our marriage if I showed more interest in her job. At first she seemed agitated that I was going but a couple of days later she lightened up some.
A few days after that, Bob called me and asked if I wanted to go up to Canada and go fishing with him while the girls were at their seminar. I tried to explain to him that I had told Trina that I would go with her.
"Believe me, Bob, I would much rather go fishing than to a travel seminar."
"Just tell Trina. I'm sure she would understand. I already have the lodge reserved or I would change the date. I go fishing every time Maria goes to the seminar. One of the fellows couldn't make it this year and we have an opening. It was Maria that suggested I ask you. Please, at least mention it to Trina," replied Bob.
I was sitting on the floor playing with the girls when Trina got home. The first thing she did was bring up the fishing trip; I think Maria mentioned it to her.
"Andy," she said. "I know about the fishing trip to Canada. I think you should go."
"Really, Trina? I promised you I would go to the seminar with you."
"Look, Andy, it's the first vacation you've had since you finished your classes and became an electrician. You earned it and I'm not taking it away from you and have you sit in a bunch of meetings. Call Bob, and tell him to save you a place in the car." She was smiling at me.
I couldn't believe how nice she was being. I told her I would be back in time for our usual sexcapade when she got back from her trip. I quickly got up and called Bob. I also got laid that night by Trina. Maybe, just maybe she was changing.
The fishing trip was great. It was just what I needed to get away and relax for the best part of a week. My sister watched the kids while we were both gone. I asked her to keep them an extra night so Trina and I could have our sexual romp. Jen just laughed and said she would see me the next day.
I had Trina on the bed making love - well, more like having torrid sex - with her within minutes of her coming in the door. I remember telling her we were going to try for a boy that night. I don't remember how many times we did it that night but it did result in our third pregnancy. Andrew Jr. was born the following February. All three of our kids were born in February within one day of one another. As soon as Andy Jr. was born I had a vasectomy.
I figured we had two daughters and a son, l told Trina that three kids were enough and I wasn't going to use condoms. She didn't seem either happy or sad about it. Of course why should she? Surely she figured three kids were enough also.
About a year after the birth of Andy, Jen told me that Melissa wanted to talk to me privately.
"What about, Jen? What could she possibly want after all these years?"
"I don't know. She's filed for divorce from Eric, but I don't know if that's what it's all about or not. She seems scared; I think she needs to talk to you."
"You do realize that Trina is going to get really pissed if I talk to Melissa? She never did like her. I guess I built her up too much years ago. I know I'd be pissed if I found Trina talking to Zack. Hell, I don't even know where he lives."
"Look, Andy, the last thing I want is to interfere in your marriage. Maybe you can call her from my house or even meet her there one time. We're not talking about sex here, just talk. I always liked her and I know she wouldn't ask to talk to you if it wasn't really important."
I did go to see Melissa the next day at Jen's house. I felt like I was doing something wrong just going there. One part of me kept telling me to go home and the other part wanted to see Mel again. Now I was struggling in my own mind whether I was doing the right thing. I pulled up in front of Jen's house and sat there for a minute, trying to get my thoughts together and wondering what I would say. I felt like a nervous kid as I got out of my car and went to the door. I rang the doorbell; any other time I would have walked right in but today was different.
Jen came to the door and asked me why I rang the doorbell. I didn't have an answer for her as I walked in. The tension could have been cut with a knife as I looked up and saw Melissa as beautiful as I remembered, standing in Jen's kitchen. She started crying and brought her hands up to her face. I was at a loss at what I should do. I never expected to find her crying. I went to her and held her hands as I saw the tears streaming down her face.
She spoke first. "I'm so sorry, Andy, I'm so sorry," she kept repeating herself over and over again. She was shaking as I put my arms around her to help calm her down. I had no idea why she was acting like this but it was getting to me.
Ten years ago I would have been glad to see her cry after what she did to me but now it was different. Maybe times did help heal old wounds. I was holding her in my arms and smelled the scent of the Melissa I remembered.
"It's okay, Mel, that was ten years ago. We both have gone on with our lives," I said.
"No, you don't understand. I promised Eric I would never see you again, that was our agreement, but I had to break it. I had to break it for Andrea my little girl," replied Mel.
"You're right, Mel, I don't understand. What are you trying to tell me?"
Mel had calmed down some and Jen brought her a cup of tea. The three of us were sitting at the table when Jen offered to go in another room and leave Mel and me alone.
"No, please stay, Jen. I think you need to hear this too. Andrea, my little girl, has a bad case of jaundice because of liver failure. She has to undergo a liver transplant if they can find a matching donor. The doctor said that family members are the best match and adults only have to give a part of their liver. Over time it will grow back. My problem is that I don't match up and we don't have any other family members who do."
"What about Eric?" asked Jen. "Has he been tested? What about members of his family?"
Mel looked at me and said, "Eric isn't Andrea's father. You are, Andy." She started crying again.
I was shocked. I had so many questions and wasn't sure where to start. "What?" I asked. "Why didn't you ever tell me that she was my child? My God, Mel, I can't believe you would hide such a thing."
"When you found out I was pregnant, you never gave me a chance to explain. You wrote me and called me a bitch and a slut among other things. You told me you never wanted to see me again. I wrote you a letter anyway explaining everything but you never wrote me back."
"Oh, God, I was mad when I received that letter and threw it away. I can't believe I was so stupid. I've been mad at you all these years. Why did you marry Eric? Does he know that Andrea may not be his child?"
Mel smiled lightly, "You're so crazy. That's one of the things I always loved about you. Of course Eric knew Andrea wasn't his child. We never had sex until after we were married. I told him that you were the father and didn't want any more to do with me. It's what you told me.
"Eric really cared for me. He really is a wonderful man but he also has pride. He agreed to marry me as long as I told everyone that he was my child's father. I honestly didn't know what else to do. You wanted no more to do with me and I was an eighteen year old girl. Eric and I got married but I had to promise never to see you again and to let everyone believe that Eric was Andrea's father.
"I still loved you and Eric knew it. He is a good man and we did get along fine until a couple of months ago when Andrea was diagnosed with the liver problem. You are her last hope. I had to choose whether to tell you or not. Of course Eric said if I told you that Andrea was your child that we could no longer stay married since his family and friends would know the truth. I didn't have a choice. My child's life is at stake and she comes first in my life. Will you get tested to see if you could be a possible donor?"
I could see tears of hope in her eyes. This wasn't a small decision. My marriage was most likely on the line also. I don't know how Trina would react to it, me giving part of my liver to Mel's child. I knew I had to do what was right, regardless of the circumstances and outcome.
"Mel, of course I'll get tested to save Andrea's life. Tell the doctor to set me up with an appointment and I'll be there."
All three of us had tears in our eyes. Mel came to me and gave me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "I love you so much, always have and always will."
Mel immediately got on the phone and called the hospital to set me up with an appointment to be tested. My appointment was set up for Monday. I figured it would give me a day or so to break the news to Trina. I guess I was really between a rock and a hard place. I believed Mel when she said Andrea was my daughter. When I get tested, I would know for sure and she had nothing to gain and a lot to lose by lying to me.
I hugged both Jen and Mel and headed for home a very confused man. Finding out that Andrea was my daughter threw me into a turmoil. I had a child who was ten years old and I've never even seen her. The woman I had always loved was back into my life. I had a wife at home who despised my old girlfriend and I had three more children at home. If I wasn't so young, I'd probably have a heart attack.
I was playing with the kids when Trina got home. It was hard to tell what kind of mood she was in because it changed so often. I decided to wait a while before talking with her. I knew she was going to blow a head gasket and I didn't want the kids to see it happen. They saw their mother and me argue too many times already.
On Sunday I took the kids over to see my mother. I told Trina I would be back in a few minutes, that I had something to discuss with her. When I got back she lit into me.
"What's so damn important that we can't talk in front of the kids?" asked Trina.
"I talked to Melissa yesterday and you and I have something to discuss." Trina interrupted me.
"What? You went and saw her. What for? She's not getting enough at home and wanted you to lend a hand?"
"That's enough, Trina. This is really serious and I need to talk to you about it. Mel's daughter is jaundiced and needs a liver transplant or she'll die."
"What does that have to do with us? I feel sorry about the girl but there's nothing we can do. Why did she need to tell you about it?"
Trina seemed a little more concerned but I knew she was wondering why Mel called me.
"Mel said that the girl needs part of an adult liver to survive and a family member has the closest chance for a match."
"Don't tell me she says you're the baby's father. Do you believe her?"
"Yes, she called to tell me that I was the little girl's father. Honest, Trina, I never knew. The girl needs a transplant and I'm going to see if I can help her. I have an appointment to see if I'm a match tomorrow."
"What about our family? Have you thought about them? What if something goes wrong or the fact that you will need time to recover yourself? Have you given any thought to us?" Trina looked more mad than concerned. She had a right to be mad. This was just thrust upon us but the fact remains that Andrea needs help to survive.
"Listen, knowing that I can possibly save a little girl's life and also the fact that she could well be my daughter gives me no options. I have to do it no matter what you say."
"You bastard, you put your girlfriend and her daughter ahead of your own family. You're a poor excuse for a man and a father."
"I'll pretend that you said that from your anger. If our kids needed the transplant, I'd be there for them and you know it. I'll know from the tests tomorrow if Mel's little girl is my daughter, and if she is, I'm going to do everything I can to help save her. I'm also going to be in her life whether you like it or not. I just hope you can stop your hatred and try to understand."
"For the record, Andrew! I'm against it. You may love her but she's not related to me and I don't care what happens to her. I have my own kids to worry about and if she lives, I don't want you bringing her into my house."
"You're one nasty bitch. I can't believe what I ever saw in you. I'm going to help this little girl if I possibly can. We'll see what happens after that."
"Is it the little girl you're worried about or her mother? You never did get over her, did you? You're pitiful, Andrew, really pitiful. Go fuck your old girlfriend and give your liver to her daughter. Maybe she'll take you back after I kick your ass out. I'll be watching you and gathering evidence. Better watch your step."
I picked up the kids and brought them home. Trina came in later and hardly talked to me. I knew life was going to be hell from here on out.
I got tested and was told to wait around for an hour while they ran their tests. I went in the room to see Andrea. Mel was sitting there talking to her little girl. Andrea was so pretty. She did look a lot like her mother. She was ten but she was tiny due to the liver problem. She didn't look any older than my daughter Renee who was six. I walked up to the bed and it kind of startled Mel. She quickly turned and saw me standing there. She had the prettiest smile on her face.
"Thanks for coming," she said.
I looked over at Andrea. "Are you my Guardian Angel?" she asked me. "Mommy said my Guardian Angel would be here today to help me get what I needed. Are you him?"
I smiled at her. "I'm not exactly an angel but I am here hoping I can give you what you need. I'll know in just a few minutes."
"You're Andy, aren't you? Mommy said I was named after you. Did you know that? I should tell you that mommy and I talk all the time. Me and her have secrets. When I get better I'll share them with you. Mom said I could. I might look young because of this disease but I'm ten and pretty smart. Do you have other kids?"
The way she said that made me wonder. Did she know the truth about me? She did say other kids, didn't she? She talked like she was so smart but her body looked so fragile. God, I hope I was the perfect match for her.
"Yes, sweetheart, I have three kids all younger than you at home. After you get well I'll bring them to see you."
"That would be nice. I like kids. I don't have any brothers or sisters to play with so maybe I could borrow yours," she smiled.
I could tell she was feeling weak and she had these tubes coming out of her.
"Honey, close your eyes and rest a little bit. You need to build up your strength. I'll keep Andy company," spoke Mel.
"I bet you will, Mommy," said Andrea as she smiled and dozed off to sleep.
"Does she really know who I am, Mel? How much does she actually know?" I asked.
Mel smiled. It was so nice to see. "Andrea and I have secrets, just like she told you. She will tell you what they are when she gets better. Until then, you'll just have to guess."
Mel accompanied me back to the lab. We were asked to wait in the doctor's office; he wanted to talk to us.
"Mr. Connors, you are a very good match for Andrea. A perfect match would be that of a child but we can take a portion of your liver and implant it into the girl."
"Doctor, she's my daughter. I know that now. I would like for you to refer to her as my daughter."
The doctor smiled. "Well, Mr. Connors, your daughter will have a chance at a full recovery. It might take a couple of months for her body to completely accept the implant but she is young and should heal fast."
"What about me, Doc? What will I be going through?"
"You will be put under while we removed a portion of your liver. When you wake up you'll feel like you had just been run over by a truck. If all goes well you will need bed rest for a month and won't be able to return to work for at least six weeks. Over the next year, your body will heal itself."
"You're not kidding are you, Doc?"
"No, you wanted the truth and I believe in telling it to you. Your daughter is very lucky to have you in her life. I honestly don't think she could have made it another month. Now, for the bad news."
"Bad news? Are you telling me that you just told me the good news?"
The doctor laughed. "Yes, that was the good news. The bad news is we need to operate as soon as possible. I was hoping you could come back tomorrow morning for the operation."
"Tomorrow! Doc, can we start say Wednesday. I'll have to go by work tomorrow and get a sick leave. I'll need for you to give me whatever documents I need. Especially if I'll be off work for a period of time."
"Agreed, Wednesday it is. I'll have my secretary give you the documents you'll need. Till Wednesday, Mr. Connors."
"Just call me Andy, Doc. It looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other."
Mel grabbed on to my arm as we walked back to Andrea's room. She had tears in her eyes, but they were tears of joy.
"I don't know what to say, Andy. You're putting your life on hold for a few months for my daughter."
"I'm doing it for my daughter too. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't help her. About you and me Mel, I don't know what's going to happen. I am married and I would never cheat on my wife. I have always loved you too, but we do each have our own life now. No matter what ever else happens, I want to stay friends with you and want Andrea to be part of my life."
I leaned over the bed and kissed little Andrea on the forehead. "Sleep tight, my beautiful daughter. Daddy loves you." Tears welled up in my eyes as I left the hospital.
After leaving the hospital I went by my work to let my boss know what was happening. He said he was surprised; he didn't know any of my kids were sick. I didn't try and explain it to him but thanked him for helping me get my paper work and insurance in order. He told me my job would be there for me when the doctor says I can return.
When I got home Trina was waiting for me. "So is it your kid?"
"Yes, Andrea's my daughter. The surgery is Wednesday. I've already taken care of the insurance and talked with work. I'll be off at least six weeks but I will be collecting sick pay."
"So you're really going to go through with it. What about your kids? Are you going to tell them about your other kid?"
"Our kids are two, four and six. If I told them I could save another child's life, they would be smart enough to tell me I was doing the right thing. They know that I'll always be here for them. I will talk to them tonight so they know why they won't be seeing me for awhile. Jen said she would help you any way she could till I come home."
"Oh, yeah, your great sister Jen will be there. You know, sometimes she can be a pain in..."
"Don't say it. Don't be so stupid to talk bad about my sister too. She's like a second mother to our kids and you know it. If you don't want her help then just call her up and tell her what a pain in your ass she is. I'm sure she will leave you alone."
Trina shut up and went in the other room. I called the two girls in to talk to them. Andy Jr. came along but he would have no idea what we were talking about. I told the kids that they had an older sister by a different mother and that she was very sick. I did my best to explain to them what was happening. The girls were almost crying.
"Save her, Daddy. You got to help her if you can," replied Renee.
"I will, Honey. I won't be home for a few days till I get to feeling better. I'll call you and talk to you every day till I come back home. After your sister gets better, I'll take you to see her. Aunt Jen will help take care of you while I'm gone. I want you to be good for her and mommy, okay?"
"We'll be good, Daddy, we promise."
On Wednesday, I headed for the hospital. I took a minute to go see Andrea before reporting in. She was nervous but was smiling. "Hi, Andy, glad you could make it. I couldn't do this without you."
I think she had a little of my personality in her. She was a sweet caring little girl. I'd only known her for a couple of days but was so proud of her. I turned around and there stood Mel, a nervous wreck.
"Everything will be fine, Mel. Andrea is ready and so am I."
She leaned forward and kissed me. I mean a real loving kiss.
"Thank you, Andy. I'll never forget what you are doing for our daughter."
I looked back over to Andrea and I know she heard what her mother had just said. She just smiled at me as to say, "Thank you, Daddy."
I reported to my room and got prepared for the surgery.
When I awoke after the surgery, I remember the doctor telling me how I would feel. He didn't lie; I felt terrible. A nurse came in and smiled at me and ran her little tests. I told her how I felt and she upped the pain medication. I looked around the room and no-one was there. I knew Mel would be with her daughter but I was hoping Trina would have a change of heart and come and see me.
I slept and when I woke up I heard voices. My sister Jen and Mel were talking.
"Hi, little brother. How are you feeling? You look like shit," she laughed.
We always teased each other. She was as good a sister as anyone could possibly have. She was married but didn't have any kids. I don't know why; it was just something we didn't talk about.
"Jen, please don't make me laugh. It hurts like hell. How did it go? Is Andrea going to be okay?"
Mel spoke, "It's too early to really tell but the doctor is really optimistic. He said the surgery went well and now we just have to pray that her body accepts the liver."
"It will accept my liver. I don't give my body parts to just anyone," I started to laugh. "Oh, that hurt. I can't even laugh without the pain."
"Andy, I'm forever indebted to you for what you did. You saved my daughter's life."
"Our daughter's life. She's still my daughter even if we aren't married. I'll expect to see her on a regular basis. In fact my kids can't wait to meet their older sister."
"What about Trina? You know I tried to talk to her a few times throughout the years but she would always walk away from me. I just wanted to be friends but she said, "No way." I wish we could all be friends but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I sure hope Andrea gets to be close with your other kids."
"Trina has never told me she spoke to you, never! As far as Andrea goes, I will bring my kids to see her. In fact they told me they couldn't wait to see her and they also told me to make her well. I promised them I would."
The three of us talked for a while and the doctor came in to see me. Jen and Mel both said they would see me later. I talked with the doctor and he updated me on both my health and Andrea's.
Even though I felt like shit, I called my house to talk to the kids. Trina answered the phone and asked me how I was doing.
"Fine, I guess, I just called to say hi to the kids." I really didn't want to do a lot of talking right now, especially to Trina.
"Well, I'll probably stop and see you after work tomorrow. It was just too busy to get away today," remarked Trina.
She handed the phone to the kids and they were each on an extension talking a mile a minute. I told them I would talk to them the next day but just wanted to let them know I was doing okay and missed them."
"How's the girl, Daddy? Is she better?" asked Renee.
"As far as I know she's doing better. I have to rest now, girls, so kiss Andy for me and I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you all so much and miss you."
"We love you too, Daddy, bye."
Trina did come to see me the next day. She asked how I was and how Andrea was doing. She really didn't seem concerned; it was like she asked me more because she thought she should. She spent most of her time telling me about a special meeting she might have to attend in Chicago. It was a month or so away so I would be out of the hospital by then and could watch the kids. She said my sister Jen was with our kids now so she could come and see me. Her visit left me wondering if she wanted to stay married to me. I had nothing to pin it on but it felt like she was hiding something. It wasn't like I had a sixth sense, just a feeling. She kissed me lightly on the lips and said she would be back again in a couple of days, then got up and left.
A little while later Mel came to see me and the aura of the room seemed to change. I knew then that I had married the wrong woman, but it was too late. I made my bed and now I would do my best to make my marriage work for the sake of my kids. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them including living in a near loveless marriage. I did call my kids each night and talked to them like I had promised. It was so good to hear them arguing about who should talk to me. Even little Andy got his turn on the phone. At least his first words were Dada.
The next few days were rather uneventful. Trina did stop by and so did my sister, Jen. Of course Mel stopped by all the time. She was darn near living at the hospital between seeing Andrea and me. I knew when I left the hospital I would miss seeing her but I had to try and make my marriage work.
A couple of more days had passed and I got a few visitors from work plus of course my mom came to see me. She said she was there when I was taken out of recovery but I was out like a light. My mom had been there every day since the operation. She never said much about it except she did visit Andrea and said I did the right thing. I knew from the look on her face that she accepted Andrea as her granddaughter also. She didn't have to tell me; it was the way grandma's talk about the grandchildren.
I asked Mel about Eric and her soon to be divorce.
"He's moving to California. You know he's always been sort of a geek, but a good geek. He's a wonderful person and I will miss him. We agreed to remain friends. He's big into computers and said he found a job in Silicon Valley. He'll make a good husband to the right woman someday. It's just not me."
"What exactly do you do for a living, Mel? How do you expect to survive?"
"As I mentioned, Eric is a computer whiz. He set me up with a computer. I have a home based business doing billing for a couple of medical facilities. I make my own hours as long as the work gets done on time. Eric and I have drawn up an agreement where he is leaving me the house and furnishings. Of course I'll still have the payments. We each have our own car so there is no problem there. We split our savings after paying off our credit cards. There won't be any support. It wouldn't be right for him to pay for a child that wasn't his if we're not married." She had watery eyes; it was out of respect for Eric.
Later that evening I received a visit from Eric. I was totally surprised; I wasn't sure what to say. I hope he didn't want to fight because he would be a sure winner.
"Andy, I just stopped in to say thanks."
"Thanks? I don't understand."
"You saved Andrea's life. You'll find that she's the sweetest little girl and I'm going to miss her. I'm leaving for California tomorrow. I just talked to the doctors and Andrea's body seems to have accepted your liver. She's starting to get her color back."
"Eric, maybe you and Mel can work it out. I know she has respect for you."
"Andy, let's not kid each other. If she loved me like she does you, I'd gladly stay married to her. I've played second fiddle for nearly ten years hoping she would get over you but she never did and probably never will. We've had a good marriage but I want my wife to love me, not just respect me. Can you understand that? We don't argue and we do things together but her heart belongs to you. I can no longer live like this, especially since everyone will know that Andrea is not my daughter by blood. So, take care of my family. Don't worry about me. Computers are my first love and I'll be in Silicon Valley. Thanks again, old timer, for giving Andrea another chance at life."
"You really are a good person. Eric, I'm so sorry. I really don't know what to say. What about Andrea? I know she'll miss you. You're the only father she's known."
"I should tell you that my relationship with Mel was of respect. We decided from the beginning that my name not be on the birth certificate. Under the title father, she had your name put in and said you were overseas so they didn't need your signature. I know that Mel and Andrea have talked and have their own secrets. My guess is she knows about you and Mel. I'm sure she will miss me some as I know I will miss her. It's the reason she will need you in her life. She will need a father image in her life. Why should it not be her real father? Again, thank you and take care of them. They will both need you."
Before I could say anything, Eric tuned around and walked out the door. I was lying there thinking how complicated my life has become. At home I had a wife and a so-so marriage with three wonderful kids. On the other side was an ex-girlfriend and daughter to whom I had just donated a kidney. Geez, not a very good situation to be in, I thought.