Son for Hire: Chapter 75 (Patreon)
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Evelyn slowly turns her small white cup between her fingers and thumb. “But I take your point Kitty. Next time we won’t go somewhere so familiar.” I liked hearing that there would be next time. Even if we couldn’t show our love for each other it was still a lot of fun being out in public with her. “We do have to be careful.”
“That’s all I’m sayin.” Kitty says. Dabbing her mouth with her napkin she sets it down on her empty plate. “I need some fresh air.” With that she gets up and walks out leaving Evelyn and I sitting there.
“She’s angry?” Evelyn asks.
“Yeah.” I say. “She doesn’t like being spoken down to. She doesn’t like other people thinking they’re better than us.”
“I can understand that.”
“I think she feels out of place. We both thought we’d get a bit more respect out here.” I say. “Maybe we were wrong.”
“Hold on Donald. Give it time. Don’t let Julie and Gregory spoil your opinion. I like to think there are some really good people here.”
“I know there are.” I smile, wanting so bad to reach out and hold her hand. “For Kitty that actually went really well. You haven’t seen her truly angry. She gets that from…well, she comes by it honestly. She could have caused quite a scene there.”
“But she didn’t.”
“No, she knows how much this all means to me. Give her a few minutes and she’ll be fine.” Out the big back windows of the cafe I see my sister walk out into the park beyond. Closing her eyes she looks up to face the sun as the breeze gently rustles her curly hair. Lowering my voice so that prying ears could not hear I go on. “I want her to be happy. She told me this morning that she fantasizes about having a loving husband.” I sigh. “I’m going to try to be that for her. For a little while at least. Not the naughty stuff, obviously, but just…I dunno, the other stuff. She had to grow up so fast looking after me like she did. I don’t think it’s so bad if we play ‘house’ for a bit, is it?”
Evelyn leans in to me. When I look over I see her eyes were brimming with pride and love. “No baby. It’s not bad.”
I let out a soft laugh. “I played son for a stranger and now husband for my own family…who even am I anymore?”
“You are my good boy.” She says with heart. “And one hell of a fine man.” Her foot presses harder into mine, the most we dared to touch right now in public. “You are so very different from Eugene. For all of his many gifts…empathy is not one of them.”
Her words, as her praise always did, makes me feel really good inside. It felt nice knowing that I had something that her perfect Eugene didn’t. Glancing left and right I whisper. “I can’t wait until we’re alone.”
“Me neither.” She says with a playful twinkle. “I’ve got something fun planned for us today.”
“Oh!” My dick twitches with anticipation. “What is it?”
She shrugs with a teasing grin. “You’ll see.”
“Please tell me?” My bottom lip sticks out in an exaggerated pout.
“You stop that young man!” She taps my hand with a finger. “You’ll find out after our walk.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I say with a giggle.
“Go.” She says warmly as she looks out to Kitty milling about in the park. “Be with her.” She looks over the half-eaten feast in front of me. “I’ll get this packed up and catch up with you.” She puts her handbag onto her lap and digs out a couple of c notes! I thought she was about to leave one hell of a tip but instead she covertly slips the bills into my hand. I grip it quickly to hide it from others. “Buy her some flowers. There’s a florist next door. Peonies, the bigger and brighter and more outrageous the better. Put something nice on the card, something personal and real. Make a show of giving it. Be proud to be with her. Make her feel like…your whole world.” There is a wistful look in her eyes as she seemed momentarily lost in a bittersweet memory. Had Alan done this for her in the past? Somebody else? I could only guess.
“Yes Ma’am.” I say. “Thank you…again.”
“Go.” She says. Turning in her chair she waves across the cafe at one of the wait staff.
The money clenched tightly in my hand I head out the front door to the street and turn right to hurry to the florist just a few doors away. I had wondered why Evelyn had given me so much money until I start talking with the nice lady behind the counter. Holy hell flowers were expensive out here! I actually wondered if they came gilded in gold and studded with emeralds. Who voluntarily paid these rates!? Truly more money than sense these rich folks. It seemed an outrageous waste of money, and I knew my sister would think so too, but I had my orders. They had three varieties of peonies; a creamy pale pink, a buttery soft yellow, and a vibrant scarlet with a bright yellow center. I consider doing a mix but with yellow being Kit’s favorite color there really was only one choice. As I think about what to put on the card my mind casts back to how Kitty held me after my nightmare this morning. The way she always had when the bad dreams came for as long as I could remember. “A dream shared is a dream come true. I wouldn’t want it with anyone but you.” I say at last. “Oh no, that’s so stupid.”
“I think it’s lovely.” The kindly woman says as she writes it down. “It’s not so much the words as the feeling behind them. Is this for a special occasion?”
“Um, no. Not really. We just moved out here and she’s still kind of unsure about the whole thing.” I say. “There were some people that didn’t make us feel very welcome and I wanted to make her feel better. Ya know? I want her to know that this is our home now.”
“Well I don’t know who those people are but I can tell you for a fact that this is a place for everyone.” She looks up at me. “Especially hopeless romantics.”
“I’m a hopeless romantic?”
“Entirely hopeless.” She says with a knowing smile. “I’ve never seen a man so in love.” She had me there, though she did not know that my romantic heart belonged to the person paying for these flowers and not the one receiving them. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll have you on your way to your lovely wife.”
“Thank you.”
As the bouquet is prepared in a fancy wrap with a glossy striped bow I browse around the various kitsch and knick-knacks they had and a cutesy coffee mug catches my eye. On it was an adorable little fox standing on its’ head with the words ‘Bottoms Up’ in brightly colored comic sans above it. It was tacky. It was cheesy. It was perfect! Picking it up I smile at the little fox with his butt in the air and think about how my Dommy-Mommy had my butt in the air over her lap to give me that spanking that made my bum feel so good. She always made my bum feel so good. God I couldn’t wait for her to have me alone again. What was this ‘fun’ she had planned for today? Whatever she had in mind I already knew I’d like it. The mug would be a cute gesture and seemed an innocent enough gift to give a landlord without evoking suspicion, why not?
“I’ll take this too.” I say. Even the mug was overpriced but I pay it out of my own pocket without complaint.
I pay the bill and collect my purchases to the well wishes of the kind woman who ran the shop. Flowers in my left arm and the silly mug in a plain little box in my right hand I march back out into the warm sunny day to bequeath my gifts on the two most wonderful women in the world.