Chapter 12

The very next weekend, Michelle arrived for one of her twice-a-year vacation visits. Since moving to Austin, she’d kept her promise to Flora, returning home regularly. Generally, she timed her visits around other holidays, which allowed her to squeeze in a couple extra days off work without burning too many extra paid vacation days.

When she’d first moved down to the Hill Country, she’d found work as a waitress, then as a bartender in a restaurant, and eventually, she’d lucked into a position at a computer company. For several years, she’d been one of many people who assembled and then tested new portable computers before they were boxed and shipped out to customers worldwide. The job wasn’t overly stressful, it paid well, and the company offered a great benefits package. For Michelle, it was a win-win. To add to that, she’d recently been eyeing some management positions within the organization. It was likely that she’d be able to work herself into a promotion, if she chose to do so.

Of course, Flora, Henry and Romi loved seeing Michelle whenever she could make the trip back to Cactus. They missed her presence and bubbly attitude. They missed her laughter. In their own individual ways, each of them told her how much she was missed. Warm hugs and welcome home kisses were shared all around.

“You all say you miss me,” Michelle remarked with a smirk, “but I think you only really miss me during ‘special time’.”

“There’s not as much of that as there used to be, sweetie,” Flora replied. “I’ve been told that we make a lot of noise during ‘special time’,” she chuckled. “So, we only do that when Sofia spends the night with her friends.”

“Ah, I see,” Michelle responded. “That’s too bad ... I know how much that means to ya’ll.” Michelle’s face showed her genuine concern. “Especially this one here,” she pulled Romi in for another hug. “I bet you’re going crazy, aren’t ya’?”

“Sometimes,” Romi admitted. “But the upside is that I don’t have to shave every few days anymore.”

“Yuck,” Michelle commented quietly. “Must be kinda beastly down there, huh?”

Romi laughed. “No. I still make sure I’m smooth when Daddy and I can make time for each other, but lately, that’s only a couple times a month, at best.”

“You poor thing...,” Michelle said while shaking her head.

“What about you, honey?” Flora asked. “Are you still dating that same girl ... what was her name?”

“Angelica,” Michelle replied. “And yes, we’re still seeing each other. As a matter of fact, she’s been living with me for a few months now.”

“Wow. That’s a big step, honey. Congratulations,” Henry interjected.

“Thanks, Dad.” Michelle responded with a smile. “Yeah, I really do love her and ... well, she almost came up here with me this time. But she’s still a little nervous about meeting you guys and everything...”

“Honey, you know she’d be welcome here, right?” Flora asked. “You have told her that we know about your sexuality, haven’t you?”

“Oh yeah, I told her I came out to you guys, but the thing is ... she hasn’t come out to her parents yet. So, until she does, everything’s kinda in a holding pattern.”

“Aw, sweetie,” Henry said, pulling her in for another hug. “That must be frustrating. But are the two of you happy?”

“Yes. We are very happy, Dad.”

“Then I’ll just butt out unless you say otherwise.” Henry chuckled.

“Dad ... I know how much you love all us girls. And I know if I have any kind of trouble, I can always come to you or Momma Flora. Trust me, everything is fine. I promise.”

Henry looked down at her and smiled, then kissed her forehead.

“Now,” Michelle said, “where’s my favorite niece?”

“Only niece, right?” Romi joked.

“Details, details” Michelle said while waving a dismissive hand. “Where is she?”

“She’s over at her friend’s. They’ve got a PlayStation and, like, a thousand games or something. Sofia’s over there all the time lately.” Romi said, rolling her eyes a bit. “She’ll be back before dinner time.”

“Poop,” Michelle said, her bottom lip sticking out a little bit. “I guess I’ll have to wait to get my special ‘Auntie ‘Chelle’ hug from her then.” She then smiled and changed the topic. “I’ve been in the car for the last 9 hours, so I could really use a shower and then I wanna go swimming. Can we all go swimming together, like the old days?”

“Don’t see why not,” Henry replied. “I was planning to grill some tuna steaks for dinner tonight, but I don’t have to do any more prep right away, so I’ve got some time to kill.”

“That settles that then,” Flora said. “Are you gonna squeeze in and share Romi’s bed while you’re here?”

“Yeah ... she can sleep in my room,” Romi rolled her eyes and gave her best comically exaggerated expression of exasperation. Everyone chuckled.

“Okay then. Go get cleaned up, change into your swimsuit, and we’ll meet you out by the pool, sweetie.”

Less than 20 minutes later, all of the Giddings adults were in the pool. Henry wore a pair of trunks that looked a lot like the ones he’d worn when his daughters were teens. Essentially, a loose pair of board-style shorts that allowed his impressive package to remain covered and mostly disguised even when he got hard, which he did almost every time he saw the ladies in their swimwear.

Flora wore a one-piece suit that suited covered a bit more of her than her old ones had. Like most women, as she’d aged and her body continued changing, she found herself slightly less pleased with her own shape. Though Henry continued to shower her with affection and praise, Flora had started to feel her age, and that mental switch brought a more conservative style of clothing. Her hips were a bit wider than they had been, and her new swimsuit tried to conceal them. Her tummy had the slightest paunch to it, but it was concealed also. What could not be disguised was her breasts. Those D-cup delights could not be hidden by any style of sun wear she’d found. Henry found joy in that.

Of course, no one could make Henry’s dick begin to throb with need as much as Romi. Through genetics and a great deal of work on her part, Romi’s body had returned to nearly the same proportions she’d had in the years before her pregnancy. She still had slender hips and the taut, bubbly butt of a teenager. Her tummy wasn’t as flat as it had been, of course, but it was still trim and miraculously free of stretch marks. And while her breasts were no longer the G-cup milk-laden behemoths they’d been while nursing Sofia, they were still massive. Maybe 4 or 5 months after her milk dried up, she finally went for a new bra fitting and found that her ‘new normal’ size was a whopping E-cup. Unsurprisingly, during certain times of each month, those E-cup bras still felt a bit constricting. But as a rule, her body had decided on its new measurements. And since she still felt young and desirable, primarily because of the attention Henry gave her, Romi chose a bright yellow two-piece bikini swimsuit that accentuated her figure gloriously. Henry was thrilled by the suit and everything inside it.

Michelle had also maintained her body very well. Though she aged at the same rate as everyone else, her body and Romi’s still looked remarkably as they had when both girls had lived at home. On that day, she wore a lilac two-piece bikini that highlighted her firm C-cup boobs, as well as her long, toned legs and flat tummy.

After they’d splashed and reveled in the water for a while, Henry got them some drinks. A bottle of wine for the ladies and a cold beer for himself. As he was returning to the patio, he heard Flora say, “Well, if you want to know for sure, just ask him...”

“Who is ‘him’ and what do you need to ask him?” He asked with a smirk.

“The ‘him’ is you, Daddy,” Romi replied with a tone that suggested she wanted to add “duh” to the end of the sentence but didn’t.

“Dad ... um...,” Michelle began. “Angelica and I have been talking about maybe having a baby someday. And I was wondering if you’d be willing to ... ya’ know ... help us with that.”

Henry’s cock twitched and he almost spit out the beer in his mouth but was able to save it. “Do you mean ... like ... financial help?” Henry asked, though he was pretty sure he knew she’d meant something different.

“No, Dad.” Michelle replied. “I mean ... just look at how perfect Sofia is. She’s pretty, and smart, and all the things you’d like a child to be. Sure, some of that probably came from Romes,” she chuckled and smirked at her sister, who stuck out her tongue mockingly. “But a whole lot of that came from you, Dad. Now, Angelica doesn’t know that you’re Sofia’s father. I haven’t told anyone, I promise. But I love her so much and I want to raise a baby with her, and I want that baby to come from you.”

Henry sat on one of the lounge chairs and took a long pull from his beer. His brain was racing with conjured images of he and Michelle joined as one person again. Plowing his meat into her impossibly tight twat. Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he chose to approach the situation calmly and rationally.

“Well, honey. There are a lot of questions that would need to be answered first,” he cautioned.

“Alright. What questions do you have?” Michelle asked.

“Well, first of all, your mom and I would need to discuss it and decide if we want to bring another person into our ... family secrets,” he told her.

“I’ve already said it’s fine, as long as Michelle brings Angelica up here first. You and I could sit with both of them and explain it all to her,” Flora told him.

“Okay ... well then, who would carry the child? You or Angelica?” Henry wanted to know. He assumed it would be Michelle, but it didn’t hurt to be sure.

“We don’t know yet.”

“What?” Flora asked.

“The thing is,” Michelle said, “she’s bisexual, just like me. And I just know she would love your ... talents, Dad. So, what I was thinking was that you could do it with both of us, and whoever gets pregnant first will be the one to carry our baby.”

“You’re assuming she’ll want to go along with this,” Henry reminded everyone.

“Yeah ... I guess there’s a chance she might not want to,” Michelle admitted. “But I wanted to talk with you guys about it first. ‘Cause I didn’t want to volunteer you for something like this, and be wrong.”

Flora hugged Michelle for a moment. “It makes sense to me, sweetie.”

“And you’ll love her body, Dad,” Michelle added. “She’s sorta skinny like Romi, but she’s taller. And she’s got big ol’ honkin’ titties too ... not as big as Romi’s, of course ... but still...” Michelle grinned impishly.

Henry’s cock twitched again. He cleared his throat and motioned for Flora to get out of the pool and join him inside. Before he stepped inside with his wife, he told Michelle, “Honey, my gut reaction is that it all sounds fine to me, but as I said, there are still a lot of things that must be worked out. So, don’t get your hopes up too high, okay? At least not yet.”

“Yes sir.”

With that, Henry and Flora disappeared inside, up the stairs and behind the closed door of the master bedroom. There, Henry made use of her body as his personal jerk sleeve. He manhandled and mauled her soft, heavy tits while pummeling her pussy until he felt her go rigid. At that point, he released his load into his wife’s squelching sluice.

“Well... somebody likes the idea of squirting a baby into Michelle,” Flora said afterward, still panting to catch her breath.

Henry allowed a tiny smile to curl the edge of his lips, “Yeah ... it’d be hard for me to claim otherwise at this point, huh?” he chuckled.

It took a while for Henry and Flora to re-emerge from the house. In that time, Sofia had returned home, changed into her swimsuit and joined her mother and aunt in the crisp, clear water. Still bubbly with excitement from seeing her ‘Auntie ‘Chelle’ again, she pestered her with every question that formed in her mind. “What’s Austin really like?” “Are there lots of cute boys there?” “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” “What? You have a girlfriend? Like ... for kissing and ... other stuff too? Geez ... I didn’t know that was allowed...”

Michelle did her best to remain patient with the excited Sofia, answering her questions calmly and as honestly as she knew how.

Romi sat on the edge of the pool and listened, monitoring the conversation, ready to intercede, if needed. But Michelle did a wonderful job of handling it. Masterful, actually. In the end, Sofia’s curiosity had been sated, and the young one felt she understood her Auntie’s predilection toward women ... though she didn’t share it.

Like most kids in a small town, Sofia hadn’t met anyone gay, at least not openly so. All the girl knew about sexuality was what she’d learned in Health class from a wrinkled old, Bible-thumping lady that scowled too much. Sofia didn’t know how old Mrs. Cargil was, but she guessed it was probably somewhere in the upper 100’s. How was a girl supposed to learn anything about sex from an old, lemon-faced bat like that?

Michelle explained, in her own patient way, that people can be sexually attracted to either gender, or both. “It’s not just a choice, like a lot of people say,” Michelle informed her, “it’s a part of who I am. I feel like I was born to like the touch of another woman. Other people might think that’s yucky, but I don’t.”

“So, you don’t like boys at all?” Sofia asked, incredulous.

“I’m not attracted to most men, no.” Michelle replied.

“Not even Papa?” Sofia questioned, still baffled. “He’s so handsome, and...,” the girl then mewled and began rubbing her thighs together beneath the surface of the water. To Michelle’s eye, the girl was a bit beyond antsy ... that girl was getting horny!

“Well ... Dad is the exception, isn’t he?” Michelle admitted. “I have always found him attractive.”

“Me too...,” Sofia whisper-moaned. Then, realizing her aunt was eyeing her closely, Sofia dove underwater, swimming smoothly to the other side of the pool, where she resurfaced with a grin.

Just then, Henry and Flora stepped back onto the patio. Wine, beers, and a fresh pitcher of lemonade in hand.

That evening, after everyone had retired to their assigned sleeping quarters, Michelle and Romi sat up, chatting.

“Romes,” Michelle began, “don’t take this the wrong way, but I think Sofia’s getting, like, really horned-up thinking about boys ... especially Dad.”

Romi sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’ve already walked in on her grinding herself on a stuffed animal, and Momma said she saw Sofia rubbing herself while she was standing by the window, watching Daddy cut the grass in the backyard. Phew ... she’s gonna be a handful, that’s for sure.”

Michelle chuckled. “Just like her mom. So, what are you gonna do?”

“Well, I talked with Momma about it, and she said I should do just what she and Daddy did for me. Momma said after Sofia has her period, I should invite her to watch and ask questions.”

“Has she started her period yet?” Michelle asked.

Romi shook her head. “Nuh-uh. But if she is actually just like I was, it probably won’t be too long before that happens. But the biggest issue is still Daddy. Sofia still doesn’t know who her father is. I’ve decided that I am gonna tell her ... someday ... but I haven’t decided how exactly to go about that yet.” Romi sighed again.

Michelle hugged her sister close, consoling her. “Well, if she’s like you, she’ll go absolutely bananas when she sees Dad naked. And she’ll probably grow up to be a drop-dead hottie with big ol’ titties, which would excite Dad even more.” Michelle chuckled. “So, has she already started to, ya’ know...” Michelle formed both her hands onto her own breasts, then moved them outward to indicate ballooning growth.

“Not yet. But, I mean, her areolas are really big and kinda puffy, and she definitely got those traits from me. Plus, her little nipples get hard as rocks! Shit, I’m surprised you didn’t see ‘em making dents in her swimsuit while you were in the pool with her.”

“I did ... but I chose keep my mouth shut.”

“Good,” Romi said. “She’s really self-conscious about it right now. At least a couple times a week, she tells me or Momma that she hates her flat chest ... wants “big hee-yuge boobies” like ours. Only time will tell if she gets her wish.”

“Ya’ know,” Michelle tried to smoothly segue to another topic, “I bet if we’re both really quiet, we could make each other feel good ... just like the old days.”

“Wouldn’t that be like you’re cheating on Angelica?”

“Hmm,” Michelle said. “Let me worry about that ... my question to you would be, do you still have a dildo? ‘Cause I brought mine with me, but it’s gonna be in use. So, if you want me to use something inside you besides my fingers, you’d better have your own toys.”

Romi smiled. “It’s in a box in the closet. I’ll get it.”

For the remainder of Michelle’s visit, Sofia wanted to do everything her aunt did. Unsurprised by this, Romi was happy to let Sofia and Michelle have their time while she had to work. Outside those hours, she would join her daughter and sister in their antics. They went to the movies together, went out for ice cream, went shopping Amarillo, and all manner of other ‘girls’ day out’ activities. They even spent an afternoon at Jorge’s Cocina, where they enjoyed lunch before Sofia challenged them to a game of trivia on a bar-mounted video game console. Michelle gave Sofia a run for her money in the ‘Current Events’ and ‘Pop Music’ topics, but Romi skunked them both in everything else.

Recognizing that Michelle’s visit would only last about a week and knowing that Sofia wanted to spend some alone time with her aunt, Romi encouraged them to go see a movie and grab dinner, just the two of them. Sofia was thrilled with the chance to hang out with Michelle, who she viewed as one of the coolest people ever. Romi was thrilled because it meant she and her parents could have some ‘special time’.

And they did. In the four hours or so that it took for Michelle and Sofia to enjoy their evening out, Romi was able to fully savor the feel of her Daddy’s entire body coupled with hers. Flora had demanded that she be the first one to ride Henry’s pecker, but it only took her about 15 minutes to climax, cumming on his dick so much that her juices coated his balls and inner thighs. After that, Flora was a drowsy, drooling mess. She rolled to one side of the mattress and watched Romi mount Henry’s veiny hog. In their remaining time before Sofia and Michelle returned, Romi was able to coax two full loads of her Daddy’s jizz from his swollen balls, each time with some sense of urgent need. He planted one jumbo serving of man juice in her quivering quim, and later, sprayed another hefty load of slippery scuzz across Romi and Flora’s massive mammaries as they quaked under his gaze.

In the end, everyone in the family had fully enjoyed their evening. ‘Special time’ didn’t happen as often as it had before Sofia’s birth, but on the occasions when it did occur, everyone still got the same amount of sloppy happiness from it.

The morning of Michelle’s departure, the whole family shared breakfast. Afterward, the dishes and other kitchen work were tackled. Then, Michelle began to say her goodbyes. Tearful hugs were shared all around, but the one crying most was little Sofia. “I’m gonna miss you so much, Auntie ‘Chelle. Whole big bunches,” Sofia said. “I’m starting to miss you already.”

After Michelle had calmed the girl, assuring her she would visit again soon, Sofia went to the garage, jumped on her bicycle, and pedaled toward her friend’s house for more PlayStation time.

“So ... have you decided if you’ll help me an Angelica make a baby?” Michelle asked Henry.

“The queen bee has some thoughts on that,” Henry replied, tilting his head toward Flora.

Flora cleared her throat. “Right ... well ... your Dad and I have discussed it, and we have some conditions – most of which you’ve already heard. But I have another one that is just as non-negotiable.”

“What’s that?” Michelle fearfully asked.

“If you and Angelica decide you want to do this ... and that’s still a big ‘if’ ... then I want the two of you to move up here. It doesn’t have to be forever, but I would feel better if whoever’s pregnant – you or Angelica – were here with us. That way, I’ll know the mother and child are being taken care of properly. Plus, you know how much I love babies, sweetie. The thought of you raising another baby that’s related to me while being so many miles away just hurts my heart.”

“Well ... I mean ... Angie and I both have jobs, Momma Flora. Good jobs. And you know I’m buying that rent house too ... I don’t know ... I’ll have to think about it.”

“I understand, honey. But know this – if you do decide to move up here and have a baby, we’ll add on to the house for you. We’ll build a few more bedrooms and another bathroom and everything. Henry and I have already discussed it. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Henry nodded. “Yep. If the situation calls for it, it wouldn’t be a problem to add some more living space here. No problem at all. I could get some of the local contractors to start on it with short notice ... wouldn’t take more than a few weeks, start to finish.”

“Wow ... but ... what about the house I’m buying?”

“Well...,” Henry replied, “you could put it back on the market, or we could maybe help you pay off the mortgage. That way, if you wanted to, you could wait and decide what to do with it later. Listen, I know it’s a lot to consider, but remember ... you’re the one that started this devious little plan,” he smirked and winked at Michelle, “so just take small steps, one thing at a time. First step is for you to convince Angelica to come back up here with you. When you’re both here, the four of us can sit and discuss what happens next. Okay, sweetie?”

Michelle threw her arms around Henry’s neck and squeezed tightly. He returned her hug with compassion, only briefly considering the feel of her firm tits pressed into his chest and the smell of her hair.

After Michelle hugged Flora again, she got in her car and began the long drive south to Austin.

As Romi had predicted, Sofia’s first period happened not long after Michelle had asked about it. It was still summertime when the girl felt those cramps for the first time. Nothing debilitating, but she just felt ‘off’ all morning long. When she noticed that her panties were getting wet, she went to the bathroom to investigate and looked down in horror at the blood-soaked gusset. Sure, intellectually, she knew what to expect, but the shock of it pushed rational though out of her brain temporarily. Having heard the girl’s shocked scream, Flora raced to her and quickly realized what had occurred.

Just as she’d done with Romi, Flora calmly took care of Sofia. She calmed her, consoled her, instructed her on what to expect, and even re-explained why it was happening. When Sofia’s mind fully grasped that she was finally hitting puberty, she seemed to lighten. Her face lit up with joy. She giggled through the cramps and other discomfort, surprising Flora greatly. The 12-year-old was officially on her path to womanhood and could not have been happier about it ... though she wished the path didn’t have to involve cramping and bleeding.

The two shared some ice cream and laid around watching ‘chick flicks’ on cable TV all afternoon.

When Romi got home from work, Sofia shared the news with her. Romi carefully gauged her reaction based on Sofia’s mood, and quickly learned that the girl was ecstatic about her newly acquired womanhood status.

That evening, in the quiet of their bedroom, Flora told Henry about Sofia’s day and what had transpired. Having been through the process with Romi, he’d learned that he should show support and be happy for the girl, so he did so. Silently, he was just thankful that someone had given him a heads-up, so he wouldn’t be surprised by Sofia’s mood swings, which were likely to become even more mercurial.

Almost from the moment of her return to Austin, Michelle began pestering Angelica about going to Cactus with her. “I really would love it if you’d go with me and meet my family,” Michelle said, kissing Angie’s cheek. “Once you get to know them, I’m confident you’ll love them as much as they’re gonna love you.”

“They don’t know me - how do you know they’ll love me?” Angie asked.

“Because I love you. Because they’ll see how happy we are together. And because that’s just the kind of people they are.”

Angelica sighed. “Fine ... but can we just go up for a weekend or something? I don’t wanna be stuck there for a whole week if it turns out you’re wrong.”

“We have the Labor Day holiday in a few weeks,” Michelle noted. “We could fly out of here that Friday afternoon, land in Amarillo, get a rental car, and drive up to Cactus from there. Since the holiday falls on Monday, we wouldn’t have to come back until sometime Monday afternoon or evening. How’s that sound?”

Angie rolled her eyes and smiled at Michelle’s enthusiasm. “Okay, babe. If that’s what you want, then let’s do it.”

Michelle wrapped her lover in a warm embrace before raining little kisses all over her face. “Phew ... step one is out of the way,” thought Michelle. “Now, the tricky part starts.”

A few weeks later, in the late afternoon, Michelle and Angelica arrived at the Giddings house on schedule. They were greeted by Flora at the front door with warm hugs. After they’d shared the initial pleasantries and brought both girls’ limited baggage inside, Flora said, “I hope you both brought your swimsuits, ‘cause it’s supposed to be a scorcher tomorrow, and I plan to be planted poolside for as much of it as I can handle.”

Michelle assured Flora they’d both be ready for the pool the following day.

“Sofia’s been at soccer practice ... should be home anytime now. Your dad held everyone in the office overtime today to finish up some project. But he and Romi should be home before long too.”

“Good. I can’t wait to introduce them to Angie.”

Angie sat demurely and blushed.

“How’s about a glass of wine?” Flora asked. “I was just about to pick a bottle to pair with dinner. Angie, why don’t you help me?”

When talking with Flora, Michelle had mentioned many little things about Angelica over the year and a half the two had been dating. One of the things Flora remembered was that Angie didn’t drink much, but she did enjoy a good glass or two of wine on occasion. Angelica smiled and joined Flora at the end of the kitchen where Henry had installed a bottle rack. There, the two ladies discussed and decided on a bottle for immediate enjoyment, as well as a different option for pairing with the chicken fajitas Flora had already prepped for dinner.

While they sipped, Flora asked them all the standard, and expected questions; “How was your flight?” “Any problems with the rental car?” and so on. Once those were out of the way, she decided it was time to inform them of the sleeping arrangements. “Romi said she’ll bunk with Sofia this weekend, and the two of you can use Romi’s room.”

For some reason, Michelle hadn’t even considered that. “Oh ... wow, that’s ... that’s really nice of her.”

“Oh shush,” Flora said. “You know she’d do anything for you, honey. Any of us would.”

While they waited for the rest of the family to return, they sipped some more wine and gossiped and laughed. Of course, Flora had given Angelica the once-over as soon as she’d seen her and had to admit that Michelle had been right in her assessment; Angelica’s body looked a lot like Romi’s. Angie was taller, and her hair was a very light chestnut color, but her body was top-heavy, and her hips were naturally slender, just like Romi’s. “Henry would be delighted if he could get his dick in that girl,” Flora silently thought. “And personally, I can’t decide which one I’d rather see his dick inside – Angelia, Michelle or Romi ... and oh my God! What about Sofia?” Flora suppressed a devilish chuckle.

As the other family members filtered in, Michelle introduced them to Angelica, who, with the advantage of a couple glasses of wine in her, greeted them with her naturally warm smile and warm embraces, having lost her initial nervousness. She found herself completely taken with Sofia, whose bubbly personality and energetic mannerisms brought smiles to everyone. And after hearing so much about Romi from Michelle, Angie was anxious to meet her. No one was disappointed. As a matter of fact, Angie felt her panties begin to moisten when she and Romi hugged. Feeling her own large breasts dwarfed and smushed by Romi’s cannons made Angie’s knees tremble a bit.

But Angie was fully floored when she met Henry. When Michelle introduced the two, Angie had held out her hand for a shake. Henry smiled warmly at her and pulled her in for a hug. “From everything ‘Chelle has told us about how she feels about you, I’d say you’re practically family already. No handshakes in this house.” Angie had returned the hug, but she was overwhelmed with his wide chest, strong arms, and the smell of him. She hadn’t felt that way around a man for many years ... many long years ... but something about Henry just made her feel at ease. Comfortable, while still ... tingly.