31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (24 page)

‘Tell me you’re mine, Ellie. I need to hear you
say it. You belong to me and no one else.’

‘I’ve been yours since I set sight on you, but
there’s another man in my life who I won’t give up for you, so you’ll have to
learn to share.’

‘Who?’ he demanded as a look of fury crossed his
face. ‘I’m sharing you with no one.’

‘Not even your own son?’ I smiled with a wink.

‘You … you … evil woman,’ he laughed. ‘I nearly
had a coronary.’ He started tickling me, remembering my weak point and I
screamed with laughter and was rewarded with a cheeky horny grin, along with a
scream from the other room. I quickly wriggled out of his grasp, stood up and
grabbed a towel to wrap around myself. ‘I’m still hard,’ he uttered in
disbelief, as he pointed to his perfection of a cock poking up through the
foamy water.

‘You woke him up making me scream, so now you
suffer the consequences.’ I laughed as he flicked me with foam and I skipped
out of the room to get my other man.

Sunday 5
^th
July – Year Two

Ellie

I fiddled with my hair for
about the tenth time in the last half hour and Dan raised his eyebrows at me.
It was alright for him, he didn’t have to do the whole
meet the parents
thing
like I had to, and to make matters worse, I was the woman who had his
child in secret and deprived his grandparents from getting to know him. I don’t
think I’d ever felt so nervous. I’d put on a black knee length tulip skirt,
with a white shirt and black heels and had to keep batting Dan’s groping hands
away as he insisted I looked like some sexy secretary and wanted a quickie
before they got here. I wasn’t meeting his parents with an orgasm flush on top
of everything else, so I’d given him a quick blow job, just to take the edge
off for him.

‘Stop fidgeting. You look perfect. She’s met you
before, she won’t care,’ he sighed with a shake of his head.

‘I care. Besides I haven’t met your dad and it’s
not like a usual meet and greet is it?’

‘Trust me, they’re both so happy that I’m happy,
nothing else will bother them.’

‘You’re really happy? You’re not feeling trapped
or obligated?’ I asked with a nervous chew of my lip.

‘Are you looking for a spanking?’ he uttered. ‘If
I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t. No one forces me to do anything that I
don’t want to do, Ellie.’ He reached over and laced his fingers through mine
and leaned over and kissed me, making me melt and let out a soft sigh. I heard
him chuckle, then I jumped as I heard the door knock downstairs.

‘Shit. Shit,’ I muttered as I leapt up. ‘What do
we do? We didn’t discuss what we’d do? Oliver’s having a nap and they’re not
here to see me, they’re here for him and he’ll end up crabby if he doesn’t get
his sleep.’

‘They’re here for you too, you should have let me
give you an orgasm to chill you out,’ he sighed as he stood up and took my hand
again and led me downstairs. He raised his eyebrows as we reached the door and
I reluctantly nodded, as he dropped my hand and opened it. I gulped as I saw
his mother again. She was simply stunning, with deep green eyes with amber
flecks and shiny black hair. She was dressed in a cream shift dress, with a
gold chain belt, gold strappy sandals and clutch bag and was carrying quite
possibly the biggest blue teddy bear I’d ever seen in my life.

‘Carino,’ she smiled as she stepped in and air
kissed Dan on each cheek. ‘I’ve been a bundle of nerves all morning.’

‘You’re not the only one,’ Dan replied flashing a
reassuring smile at me. ‘Mother, as you know, this is Ellie.’

‘Hello, Mrs. Davenport,’ I smiled and held out my
hand. She laughed and shoved the teddy in Dan’s arms, nearly making me laugh at
the look of horror on his face, then she stepped forwards and wrapped her arms
around me and squeezed tightly.

‘Please it’s Luiza, we’re family now. I’m sure
it’s way too early for you to call me mother too, but one day maybe? No?’

‘Luiza it is,’ I smiled as she kissed me on each
cheek, the scent of her obviously expensive perfume filling the air around me.
She stepped back and I looked to see who I presumed was Dan’s dad, holding him
in some masculine hug, slapping him on the back. They parted and both of them
turned to look at me. Dan’s dad was nearly as handsome as he was. Jesus, this
family had good genes.

‘This is Ellie. Ellie, meet my father, Daniel
Davenport.’

‘This could get really confusing,’ I laughed
nervously, wondering if they knew that I knew their son as Dan, and our son was
called Oliver, the name they called their son.

‘Ellie, a pleasure to finally meet you. We’ve
heard so much about you,’ he advised, as he held my shoulders and kissed me on
each cheek.

‘Really?’ I smiled and Dan rolled his eyes as
Luiza laughed.

‘He lights up when he talks about you and he has
been so miserable these last few months, I was tempted to come and plead with
you to give him a chance on his behalf.’

‘Mother,’ Dan muttered as he closed the door. ‘You
can call my father Daniel, Ellie.’

‘Great, well I have a bottle of your favourite Champagne
chilling if you’d like a drink?’ I enquired. I’d quizzed Dan and we’d gone out
with Oliver shopping this morning to prepare for today. It had seemed so
normal, just another family out getting the groceries and now here I was
entertaining his parents.

‘That would be lovely,’ smiled Daniel.

‘I’ll do the Champagne,’ offered Dan.

‘I’ll get the canapés out then,’ I confirmed.

‘Let me help you, Ellie,’ Luiza advised, as she
linked arms and walked me over to the kitchen. I’d forgotten that being Dan’s
home they’d probably spent a lot of time here. We carried the platters I’d put
together with smoked salmon and caviar blini’s, homemade hummus with carrot
sticks and honey dipped figs wrapped in Parma ham. As we placed the items on
the table I noticed her eyes drift over to the playpen in the corner, I had one
on each floor.

‘He’s still taking a nap, I’m so sorry to make you
wait, but he’ll be more sociable if he wakes on his own terms.’

‘I understand. My Oliver got very crabby without
sleep too,’ she smiled. She picked up one of my hands and squeezed it. ‘You may
have been alone up until now Ellie, but you are not alone now. Any time you
need a baby sitter or someone to talk to about my pig headed son, you must pick
up the phone.’

‘He can be pig headed,’ I laughed, ‘but I’ve not
been alone. My best friend and her girlfriend moved in to support me for a few
months, they only just moved out.’ I suddenly blinked in horror. I had no
problem with Brooke’s sexuality, but what if his parents did and I’d just
offended them?

‘Don’t look so worried, each to their own, I won’t
judge your friend. But I don’t understand the attraction of pussy at all,’ she
advised, as she screwed up her face and I burst out laughing.

‘No, me neither.’

‘Oliver said that you were feeling guilty, for
keeping him in the dark?’

‘Yes,’ I confirmed as I hung my head.

‘Trust me, he wouldn’t have handled your pregnancy
well, which in turn would have made you stressed and put your health at risk.
You did the right thing.’

‘You really mean that?’ I whispered, as I looked
back up at her with tears in my eyes. I’d expected a lecture, not forgiveness
and concern.

‘I do. He has made great progress with his shrink
over the loss of Rebecca, but this happened while you were apart. I think you
deciding not to see him was a wake-up call. You may not have realised this
about my son, but he is used to getting his own way,’ she nodded and I laughed.
‘By rejecting him, you forced him to start waking up and smelling the pansies.’
I let out an involuntary giggle and she looked at me surprised. ‘What?’

‘I’m sorry, it’s a serious topic but your
expression just tickled me.’

‘My expression?’

‘Smelling the pansies.’

‘It’s a funny expression? Am I saying this wrong?’

‘It’s actually smell the roses,’ I nodded. She
smiled and then turned her head and started shouting in Spanish or Portuguese. I
looked around surprised when Daniel started laughing and Dan talked back to his
mother in the same language and she appeared to scold him before they both
started laughing.

‘Forgive me, Ellie. My husband and son find it
amusing to let me say things wrong and not correct me, it gives them great
enjoyment and I just discovered that I have been saying this one wrong for
years.’

‘Then we ought to spend some time together and I
will help you with your English expressions if you’ll teach me your language.’

‘You want to learn Portuguese?’

‘It’s part of baby Oliver’s heritage, I think it
would be nice for Dan to teach him from an early age and I can’t have them
pulling the wool over my eyes as well can I?’ I smiled. She kissed me again and
said something else I didn’t understand to Dan, who made his way over with a
glass of Champagne for his mother, as I raised my eyebrows.

‘You’re a hit,’ he smiled as he kissed me on the
forehead. ‘Though it may be better for me to teach you, she has no patience and
a seriously fiery temper.’

‘Oliver Davenport! You tell the mother of your
child this when I am about to meet him for the first time,’ she scolded, as
everyone helped themselves to food.

‘You did a wonderful job with … I’m sorry, this
must be so strange for you to hear me call him Dan.’

‘As long as he is smiling and happy, you can call
him whatever you want. Can’t she, carino?’

‘Yes mother,’ chuckled Dan, as he slipped his arm
around me and squashed me to his side.

‘So Ellie, we’re told that you’re in publishing?’
Daniel asked. I nodded and we all took a seat around the table as we talked,
Dan stretching his arm across the back of my chair and circling his fingertips
on the back of my shoulder. About forty minutes later we all looked up as we
heard a startled cry.

‘Our peace is over,’ I smiled. ‘Why don’t you go
and get him and bring him down to meet his grandparents?’ I suggested turning
to Dan. His face lit up and he virtually took the stairs two at a time. I
poured everyone another glass of Champagne and myself one.

‘You’re bottle feeding?’ Luiza asked.

‘No, but I prepared knowing I might want a drink
today,’ I smiled. Plus I didn’t really want to be flopping my breasts out
around the dinner table at our first meeting, but I didn’t add that.

‘Ellie, you really are a miracle worker, I’ve not
seen him so happy since he lost Rebecca,’ announced Daniel.

‘I haven’t done anything, it’s all him. He’s an
amazing guy,’ I blushed.

‘Don’t sell yourself short,’ Luiza advised, with
another pat of my hand. ‘He’s a different man since he … he …’ she stalled and
quickly covered her mouth with her hands, as her eyes filled with tears. I
followed her gaze to see Dan standing at the bottom of the stairs with Oliver
sitting in his one hand, his back against his father’s broad chest, Dan’s other
hand gently holding his stomach. I’d dressed him in a pair of blue dungarees
with a white long sleeve top and he broke into a toothless smile when he saw
me, kicked his legs and giggled. I laughed and blew him a kiss and waved.

‘Mother, father, this is the latest Oliver
Davenport, my son,’ Dan announced proudly, as his mum grabbed a tissue from her
bag and dabbed her eyes before standing up and walking over to him.

‘Meu deus,’ she exclaimed as she reached for his
hand. ‘He is the spitting image of you as a baby. He is gorgeous. May I?’ she
asked as she looked around for my permission.

‘Of course you can,’ I smiled. ‘He loves cuddles.’

‘Here mother, hold your arm out, like this.’

‘I know how to handle a baby, darling. You were
even bigger at his age too,’ she laughed as she held out her arms. Oliver burst
into giggles as he heard her laughing, which made her laugh harder and he
squealed and laughed even more, which set us all off. Daniel stood up and went
over to put his arm around his wife and kissed her temple, then the top of
Oliver’s head and I felt my eyes welling up. I’d imagined he’d never have any
real family to speak of, blood family that was, and now here he was with a set
of grandparents to dote on him.

‘You realise they’ll be wanting to visit all the
time now,’ sighed Dan, as he pulled me up and hauled me against his chest,
pinning my hands behind my back and lay a trail of kisses up the side of my
neck.

‘Dan,’ I protested, as I flicked my eyes over to
his parents.

‘Please, we could go at it on the dining table
again and they wouldn’t notice, they only have eyes for our boy.’

‘We still have ears, Oliver Davenport,’ his mother
called out, making me narrow my eyes at him as he laughed.

‘Would you mind if I ask James to bring Magda over
when he comes to pick up my parents later?’

‘Magda?’ I looked up at him surprised.

‘Our housekeeper, she was like a nanny to me when my
mother was away on shoots. She’s dying to meet you and Oliver.’

‘Of course I don’t mind, I want you to let anyone
who’s important to you be a part of his life.’

‘Our life,’ he corrected. ‘The three of us.’

I smiled up at him, and neglected to mention it
was actually going to be the four of us, because while he’d been focussed and committed
to us for the last two days, I knew the lure of his wife would pull him back to
Scotland, and we still hadn’t even discussed how we were going to make this
work. The afternoon went fast, too fast. Dinner went down well with everyone
and we sat upstairs talking as Oliver fell asleep on his grandfather’s chest,
drooling all over his expensive shirt. I kept catching Luiza smiling as she
looked at Dan sitting with his arm around me, as he was telling us about where
his company was at with the up and coming software launch. It was nearly time
for James to drop Magda off, so I excused myself and headed downstairs to
prepare a tea tray and was suddenly hit with a wave of emotion and grabbed some
kitchen towel to wipe my eyes.