The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes - Sex Stories

The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes

... to explain, because I’m not sure I understand it myself.” “It’s okay, Beth; I think we’re going to be okay. We’ll need time; there are some things we’ll need to work through…” “No, but you need to understand! There are two amazing, incredible men in my life – I don’t deserve either of them, but I love them both very much.” She looked at him for a moment, biting her lip, trying to figure out how to explain. “I don’t know what to do with that. I’ve never known, and it tears me apart sometimes.” He considered her words for several seconds, a brief time that seemed longer that it was, and then he said, “I’m proud to be one of them, my love – one of the men you love. You’re an amazing woman, and Henry is one of the finest men I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing; to be included in that small group is an honor.” “Robert…” He shushed her. “Ssshhh! No, look; you’ve just had a beautiful, healthy baby boy. This should be a happy time, not one for recrimination and tears. We have a new son – and yes, my love, despite all he is our son and we’ll raise him that way, and Henry can be involved in whatever way he sees fit. If I know him, as much as he’s involved with Robby and Elsa that will be a lot!” He paused. “But Henry won’t be around forever – you know that. This little guy can know all about his father when he’s old enough to understand; in the interim I suppose he’ll have two dads. Hell, that’s sort of the way it works for Robby and Elsa already!” He laughed, his earlier bitterness ...

... apparently gone. She took a shuddering breath, her cheeks still wet with tears. “I love you, Robert.” “I love you too, Beth, no matter what; always know that, please.” He smiled softly and scrubbed the tears from his own eyes with the back of his hand. He bent and kissed her again, and then kissed their son on the forehead. “So, what do you think? I’m leaning toward ‘Henry’ as a name for this bruiser – did you hear them say nine pounds, three ounces? That’s a very big boy!” She laughed. “Tell me about it!” The tears came again, unbidden. “That’s very sweet, Robert; maybe Henry Pettigrew Bishop? How does that sound?” He smiled. “I like it! He’ll have to go by ‘Hank’, of course, to avoid confusion. Sort of like Robby.” There was a knock at the door, and they both looked over at it, and then at each other. He spoke first. “That will be Henry, I expect.” “Robert, remember that this is all on me…please?” “But it’s not, Beth.” He crossed to the door and opened it; as they’d expected, it was Henry, a big smile on his face and a vase full of pink roses in his hand. “So, Mr. Robert, congratulations! Momma and baby are doing fine, I hope?” Robert nodded. “They are, Henry. Come in.” He closed the door and turned back to face the older man. “Henry, I don’t know whether I should congratulate you, or punch you in the mouth.” “What? I don’t…” Clearly confused by Robert’s words, he was at a loss for a moment. He glanced at Beth, unable to read anything on her face, and at the little bundled ...