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Andi's Dream - All Aboard Andi's Dream

Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh

Chapter 2

Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Andi is a doctor who gets stuck in a snowstorm and meets Paul, a wealthy recluse who rescues her and her twin daughters. They fall in love and get married on Christmas Eve, then go on a honeymoon cruise with their family and friends. Along the way, they face challenges such as Lucy's trauma from working in a violent ER, Andi's criminal ex husband, and Paul plans to open a veterans clinic. This is Book 2 of Book 5 in the Andi's Dream series.

Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Oral Sex  

They could have walked, but their vehicles were filled with gifts that needed to be transported among the sick, elderly, and needy of Springville and their caregivers. Entering Worzels, they immediately saw a couple of bar flies were already sipping draft beers at the far end of the bar. John went directly to the two usuals, while Paul walked up to the bar while tugging Andi along by the hand. Ayato and Paul looked at each other for a moment. “Colonel,” said Paul in a greeting.

“Colonel,” replied Ayato, then his inscrutable Japanese features broke into a smile as they shook hands, “great spread yesterday.” Ayato and his wife were guests at last night’s Christmas feast at Paul’s house.

“I’m hoping to see an equivalent feast this morning.”

Ayato thought for a moment, snapped his fingers, and said, “I’ll open an extra can of fruit salad.” They both chuckled and Ayato continued, “the table is already set up in the back.”

John appeared and, pointing to the two early morning drinkers, said, “can you get those two some breakfast to sop up that beer? Put it on my brother’s tab.”

“Will do Padre.”

Ayato’s wife Julissa, a tough chick if there ever was one, brought out bowls of scrambled eggs, plates of bacon, stacks of biscuits with sausage gravy on the side. She saw Paul and greeted him with, “Mornin’ Colonel.”

“Morning to you too, sergeant. Care to join us today?”

“For breakfast or the distribution?”

“Both, if possible.”

The hard-bitten NCO screwed up her face and thought, “I better hang around here, except for the Sisters of Mercy home. I have friends there.” The Sisters of Mercy is a nursing home that was one of their usual Boxing Day stops.

“I’ll make sure whoever draws the Sisters picks you up.”

Once everyone was seated at the table, John said grace and they dug in and explained to Lucy and Andi that Boxing Day is an old British holiday where “postmen, errand boys, and servants of various kinds” expected to get a Christmas gratuity. It’s not a holiday in the US but in Canada le Lendemain de Noel. The day after Christmas is a national holiday, and since Western New York is close to Canada, it’s not unusual to see Boxing Day celebrated in the area.

Boxing Day is celebrated in different ways throughout the world but is always centered on giving to the less fortunate. John’s Springville Congregational Church and other churches in the village team up to hand out gifts to the elderly and forgotten of Springville. As they ate, groups from the other churches showed up and sat at the tables and the booths and had breakfast as well.

Once breakfast was done, Father Juan from St. Aloysius held up a clipboard and whistled for attention. Father Juan was a short, wrinkled gray-haired Hispanic with an infectious grin and a gift for organizing. He read off the instructions for the Boxing Day distribution, a task that would be boring, but Father Juan could draw out laughs from the entire crowd as he went through the myriad of dos and don’ts. When he was done, he called for the teams to get their gifts and head out.

Teams were set up in twos and fours and as they headed out to the parking lot, their list of locations was handed to them. Gift boxes were in Paul’s truck, John’s car, Father Juan’s jeep, and the trunk of Pastor Vincent from Trinity Lutheran church’s car. Folks checked their list, picked up as many gift boxes as they would need, and off they went to distribute the gifts.

The weather was typical Buffalo weather for Boxing Day; it was frigid when they went into the bar, warm and sunny with snow melting rapidly when they headed out to hand out the gifts, and cold and rainy when the gift distribution was over.


“So, this is the one, eh?” asked Father Juan after the distribution was over and teams returned to Worzils to hand in their completed lists.

“Yes Padre, this is the woman who has held my heart captive for five years,” said Paul, putting an arm around Andi.

“He did the same to me,” said Andi while shaking Father Juan’s hand, “and neither one of us knew it.”

“This must be an interesting tale,” said Father Juan, holding Andi’s tiny hands in his.

“Paul is going to have to tell it, Father. Macy, Lucy and I have shopping to do before we set off on our Honeymoon cruise,” said Andi, antsy to get going.

“You go shop then and stop by St. Aloysius when you get back. I’ll light a candle for you.” As the girls exited the building and hopped in Paul’s truck and headed for Orchard Park, Father Juan signaled Pastor Vincent over to their table, then caught Ayato’s attention and held up one finger. “So, what is this I hear about? She held your heart captive for five years?”

Ayato showed up with a pitcher of beer and several glasses and, knowing his clientele, he brought a pitcher of Coke, then stayed close. He wanted to hear, too. “It’s probably nothing at all, but we like to think it was something. Five years ago, I went to a medical conference in Minneapolis. I think it was in November or something like that. All I remember is that it was frigid, thirty below. When I was there, I met Andi. She was pregnant and had that radiant smile that women who are happy to be carrying have.” He paused for a long sip of beer.

“I hope there’s more to it than that. I have work to do,” groused Ayato.

“Oh, hush up. I’m trying to hear too,” called Julissa from behind the bar.

“I don’t know. You tell me. Before, and I mean just before Andi and I met, her husband met up with a cocktail waitress and left her. No kidding, he was a real piece of work. Left a note on the nightstand and took off with this babe for Branson, Missouri,” Paul said to the mumbles coming from the ever-growing crowd. “So, like I said, we met, we talked a little lung doctor talk, we talked a little heart doctor talk, we posed for a group photo, and that was it. The whole thing was a waste of time, as far as I was concerned. Good thing South Boston hospital picked up the tab. She went back to Denver, and I came back here and that was it.”

“So, where’s the twilight zone material?” asked a voice from the crowd.

“So, she goes back to Denver and suddenly she started to have complications and fierce contractions. They rush her to the ED and next thing you know; the twins are born caesarian. Tiny, tiny preemies.” Paul paused for a moment, trying to imagine the twins at birth. He wished for the thousandth time he were there to help, to hold Sandy and Madeline, especially his Maddy. Paul and Madeline have a special love for each other. He continued; “Meanwhile, I come back here and what do I do? I started updating the house on Howard, darn near every room...”

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