Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... there by midnight."

"She'll be waiting up for you." He picked up his phone and tapped it a few times. Was he sending a message? "I talked to her twenty minutes ago. She knows what it's about."

My phone rang.

"You should get that," he said.

I looked. It was mom. Shit.

"Hi! Mom. What's up?"

"Emma. Get in your car and get over here as soon as you can, or you won't have a husband to come home to when you get back from Chicago."

"Mom, this isn't that serious. He's kidding."

"Emma Louise Johnson Smyth, he is NOT kidding. You have no idea what's going on. NONE. This situation is out of your control. Do you hear me? OUT OF YOUR CONTROL. I've been married five times now. FIVE. Trust me, I know what divorce looks like. Now do as he says, or you'll spend the rest of your life looking back on Bradley as your 'first' husband. I'm baking cookies. I'll see you in a few hours. Drive safe. I love you." She ended the call.

Holy fucking shit.

My phone rang again. It was my brother Tommy. Bradley must have sent another message.

"Tommy?"

"Jesus Christ, Sis, you really stepped in it, didn't you? Listen, we've still got the other room set up as a nursery, but there's a nice bed in there, and Bern and I are still co-sleeping the baby. So that's all yours as long as you need it. I don't know how much time you'll spend with mom, but just call me when you're on your way over. Don't worry about waking us, we don't really sleep anyway with all the feedings."

"I'm ...

... not coming over, Tommy. You don't have to..."

"OH HO HO Yes You Are. This is not up for debate. If I don't see you here by tomorrow morning at the latest, I won't see you at all. You won't be my sister anymore. You're not going to be my kids' godmother, either. Don't you dare ask us to take your side over Bradley's, cause we won't. He's in the right about this one. Nobody wants to see you fall to the family curse. Now get moving. I'll be taking everybody out for IHOP tomorrow." He hung up.

I just stared at Bradley.

"What the fuck did you say to them?"

"I told them the truth," he said, getting up from his chair. "And they were extremely helpful. They had more than a few insights to share. Finish your coffee and pack a bag. I'll make you one of those double-shot caramel lattes that you like, for the road." He picked up the Yeti cup, then turned and looked at me. "I'll handle the kids. I'll tell them as much of the truth as is appropriate. I'll bring my family up to speed tomorrow, too. I'll hold off on calling Chuck and Bethany, but only because I don't want it to get back to your father right away. It's gonna kill him when he finds out. Jim's a good man, and he's seen too much of this in his life. He'd rather die than see it happen to you, too."

"What the hell? What are you talking about? And what was Tommy saying about a family curse?"

"That, my dear soon-to-be-ex-wife, is what you need to talk to Linda about."

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After the one coffee with extra skim ...