Nightwatch Ch. 02: Suburban Bliss - Sex Stories

Nightwatch Ch. 02: Suburban Bliss

... dinner one day?"

"Fabulous!" I exclaimed. "I adore pecan pie!"

"But you don't ea--" Luca started before I took him by his shoulders to face me, cutting him off.

"Lu," I spoke through a slightly forced smile. "I know I told you that cherry pie was good, but have you everhad pecan pie?" My eyes bored into his.

"No."

"Then you don't know what you're missing!" I said quickly as I rotated him to face the Townsends again.

"Oh! You've never had pecan pie?" Sandy cried. "We have to have you over for dinner then! Don't we, Joshy?"

"Yes, of course. We insist."

"Thank you kindly." I accepted the invitation smoothly while my mouth dried at the thought of eating human food.Yuck. "Please let us know when you can, and we'll be sure to bring something, too."

We all smiled as the emcee dismissed everyone for the trick or treating part of the evening.

Luca hung back to speak to me as the Townsends started towards the nearby streets.

"Mor! But you can't cook! Or eat!" He said in panic.

"Hush you. We wouldn't die if we ate food, it just doesn't taste like anything. But we said no vampire talk, right?"

"Yeah." He said sadly.

"That means we are humans who happen to be dressed in vampire costumes for Halloween. We eat food and are normal humans. Got it, bud?"

"Yes. Sorry." He hung his head.

I gripped his shoulder tightly. "It's all right, darling, just think 'human,' okay? Normalhuman family who have the best costumes in town." I repeated yet again ...

... to drive the point home.

He looked at me, grinning widely, and I winked at him.

"Go get some candy, Lu, and have fun. Stay close though, please."

"Okay, Mor!" He ran towards Chris, but turned around before he got too far. "Oh, and I'll help you cook if you want. We should make mashed potatoes and gravy! Humans like that." He shouted indiscreetly.

I chuckled. "Sounds like a plan! Thank you, bud."

He smiled widely. "You're welcome!" He rushed off to join Chris.

A cold hand slipped into my own. I looked at Suzie's warm smile and smiled back. She'd listened in to our conversation, like always.

"Happy Halloween!" I spoke sardonically. "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of our town from now on."

"Probably. I hope we win the TV. I didn't even realize we didn't have one! Luca should be able to watch cartoons now and then. We can watch nature documentaries, too. And become one of those superhero families that dress up to go to new movie releases."

I chuckled. "I'm sure we'll win the TV, darling."

I felt like I was being attacked on all sides to rush this very important decision. Suzie, Josh, Luca, Mrs. Dillinger, and the recesses of my own mind were all imploring me to accept the inevitability of Luca being --yikes -- a Branson. It was one thing to protect him from imminent danger, but quite another to commit to raising him his whole life.What if there were more children involved? Fuck! We'd never had to deal with grandchildren. I pushed the thought ...