Chapter 4: Bryan's House in Cooper's Meadow, Friday Afternoon and Evening

I got back to my new house around mid-afternoon, after leaving Carla and Brie at the Supermarket. I would have liked to have gone home with them, helped them put all the food away, perhaps shared a pot of tea with Carla across the kitchen table, even played on the floor with Brie, perhaps on a rug in front of the living room fire.

Actually, I felt quite embarrassed that the thought immediately entering my head was that the reverse of that scenario would have been quite nice, too. I was horny for the first time in years, in fact since before I got that photo from Aunt Ann, and I hadn’t even given that much thought for a long while. No, that had been a time of my life that I had long ago determined was firmly buried in the past, until now.

I thought back to what Mrs Kingstone had said, that Brie was my child was hinted at, and I accepted as fact that Carla never married Gary Cox, and had never married anyone at all, despite being with child at the time. That must mean something about how she felt and who she had feelings for at the time. I just didn’t know enough about what happened around that time. To make a proper value judgment before acting on this situation, I need to know facts, dates. What facts? Well, like the last time before we made love that she fucked Cox, and the next time she fucked Cox. Was it the very next day? You know, while my loving juices were still buried deep in her womb? The killer fact was that I heard that Carla and Gary had that date immediately after I had declared my undying love for Carla, because my aunt used to drink in the Fox and Hounds and she sent me a text message and a photo, with the damning timing printed on it. I was sure that when Carla asked me out for our date, that she clearly said that she was not going out with Gary Cox any more, that she didn’t love him and that she had never loved him and that he was even going out with Jenny now.

I am sure that if Carla said she already had a date fixed up with Gary the very next night, that she couldn’t break for whatever reason, I would have been made aware of it, and therefore not have been so devastated by Aunt Ann’s message. Yes, I needed to check the facts out with Jenny; I might have to go to the supermarket again and get her address from Mrs Kingstone, Marlene. Bottom line, it could be an example of feminine wiles and deceit, but we were both 20 at the time and can be forgiven if we were a little less than trustworthy than a full adult.

Teenage hormones had ruined enough lives through the years. I bet it had taken a toll on Carla, with some affect on Brie and Carla’s Mum and Dad. They were nice people, and they all deserved a happy ending, if at all possible. My happy ending was in the mix too.

At least Carla was still single, that was one good thing. Brie is a possible bonus as a birth daughter, but she’s really cute anyway and I would happily adopt her as my own ... I know, I’m getting ahead of myself, and asking for the whole pack of cards to collapse on me, but I would marry Carla in a heartbeat, even if she was a quadriplegic, so her previous sexual history and present baggage such as a child included in the package, are all purely incidentals. If I insisted on DNA tests to compare, would the results affect how I would act (no, not act, but the willingness to “be her father” is the right way to put it).

If I was committing myself to Carla, it had to be to them both, as a father and a husband. If such patrimony checks were deemed detrimental to the strength of relationship, would it then be best to simply leave that subject alone? Or would the not knowing for sure leave behind a seed of doubt that could grow cancerous over the years and bring pain, or worse, death to the marriage?

Of one thing I am certain in my own mind, I love her. I have loved Carla Brown since she was 13 years old and she started that process of change between being a snotty-nosed kid that I vaguely knew, to the woman who effortlessly claimed my heart. I am sure that I will always love her. If this getting together as a couple right now doesn’t work out and I am rejected, or if we find we no longer have that spark together that was so evident four years ago, then so be it. If I eventually end up loving someone else, I am certain there will have to be a division of my heart, because some significant part of it will always be a shrine to the love I held for her.

And no, it is not just because she is so beautiful, with the face of an angel and a body for... , I just love the way that she walks and talks, the shy dropping of her eyes when she talks, her cute nose, the way she squeals when I was nibbling her sensitive nipples, and how she curls up and purrs when you kiss that point where the base of her neck meets the top of her shoulder. Her smiles are delightful, pleasing her is a pleasure in itself. Oh, and don’t forget her blow jobs. No, I will never forget that blow job, she was fantastic. I wonder if Carla remembers her reaction to me kissing and licking the skin behind her knees? Oh boy, what an erogenous zone we found that was!

And, leaving physical attraction out of it, she is just such a sweet person. I could watch her kiss Brie until the cows come home, it was beautiful, breathtaking, what I saw yesterday, the pair of them together are a walking work of art.

Art! Of course, she was such a brilliant artist, too.

Fuck! I even stole some of her art and still have it somewhere. Shit! If she comes over here and sees it. Where are they? There was a box of pictures, I remember packing and marking the box. It was marked to deliver to upstairs, so I reckon it was put in the third bedroom. I have four bedrooms, and three actual beds. The deliverers made up the two double beds for the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. The third bed was still flat-packed and in the third bedroom along with all the boxes which need unpacking for upstairs. There wasn’t room to make that bed up yet. That’s where the pictures box is, definitely, in a box marked ‘Pictures’.