Another Love (Part 30) - Sex Stories

Another Love (Part 30)

... then you are doing a pretty good job, thank you.”

I took a deep breath, “I am happy again and in two days I am getting married to a woman who is smart, funny, sexy and as beautiful as you were. So, if it was you who made all that happen, then you can retire now and enjoy your time on your cloud up there. Hopefully, you can get the place ready for when I join you. I don’t intend it to be too soon if I can help it but Jade is trying to kill me by sex at the moment. Oh, sorry, you probably don’t want to hear that, mind you, you could be watching if you wanted after all for eternal beings. Nothing is stopping you and I seem to remember that you did like to watch porn sometimes. Oh, and that is another thing you will need to build an extension on the cloud because eventually, Jade will be joining us. Will he, or she who knows, allow that sort of thing up there? What if once I am gone Jade marries again, it could get quite crowded? I think I should shut up now. I am talking shit again, as you used to say. I will come and visit, but perhaps not as often as I used to. How about once a year on your birthday? I am sure you understand.”

I stood for a few more minutes just staring at the turf below the headstone, deep in thought, before blowing her a kiss and turning to head for the exit.

Just keep walking, don’t look back, I thought to myself. I need to think of the future now.

“You ok, dear?” asked the old lady from the couple I had seen entering earlier.

“Yes, ...

... thanks,” I smiled as I said it, “Just speaking to my wife.”

The old man nodded at me sombrely.

“We have just been doing the same for our daughter, filling her in on all the happenings at home.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I muttered, feeling a bit awkward. “No parent should have to bury their children.”

“I know it is a terrible thing. She died of complications during childbirth.”

Damn, they want to talk, I thought, as I stayed silent and looked at them, but then I knew how they were feeling.

“She had a son, you know. Her older sister took him in and looks after him as the father wasn’t on the scene and didn’t want to know.”

“Bloody waste of space, that one,” the old man muttered. It was the first time he had spoken.

“Listen,” I said, “I don’t feel like going home just yet. My fiancée will be in full-on panic-packing mode at this moment, and I think I need a bit of calm before facing that. Do you fancy getting a coffee? There is a little café just around the corner I often go to when I visit.”

“Yes dear, why not? It’s good to talk, get things off your chest and you look like you need to talk right now.”

The café was still there and, over a cup of coffee, we told our stories before parting company to go on with our lives. Their story of love and loss is their story, so I will not tell it here.

Arriving home, Jade was sitting serenely on the sofa, reading a bridal magazine.

“Bit late for that isn’t it?” was the first words I said as I entered the ...