The Party Gift - Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 6

... She then had to wear a colostomy bag for the next three months before they could reattach her colon. Now it was my turn to take care of my mother; and I did. I spent nearly two weeks with her and believe it or not, I was actually getting scholastic credits for it as I was acting as a live-in nurse. The whole ordeal was very hard on Mom, physically and mentally. But as when I was convalescing after Kyle beat me up, Mom and I had a wonderful opportunity to spend time together and bond. Though I never got her to fully admit that she had wanted a romance to blossom between Deanna and I, she did say this: “I’m your mother, and as such, I am always going to worry about you. You're my baby. But at least now when I lay my head down at night, I know that you live in a beautiful home; a virtual castle. I know that you are safe. I know that you are taken care of, provided for and that you are so very much in love. But most important of all, I know that you are deeply loved, truly treasured and fiercely protected! And it just makes my heart and soul sing sweetheart to know that.” With tears racing down my cheeks, Mom opened her arms and I curled up on the bed beside her and she held me like when I was a little girl. “I love you Mommy,” I sobbed. “And I love you too baby girl,” Mom told me all choked up. “So much! And I’m so happy for you.” “I’m so sorry about Rick,” I said. “I am too honey,” she replied. “But he’s a grown man and he’s got to follow his own path. I just can’t go down it ...

... with him. At least, not on the one he’s on now. But who knows. Maybe one day his head will pop out of his ass and he’ll see the light.” “That’ll be the pop heard round the world,” I scoffed. “So,” Mom continued. “Any discussion of you and Deanna maybe getting married?” “We’ve mentioned it briefly once or twice, but it’s still such a complicated mess. I mean it’s still illegal here in Michigan and there is still so much bitterness and bigotry toward same sex marriage,” I explained. “We’re just so happy the way we are right now and just keeping it quiet.” “I see,” Mom said understandingly. “But,” I continued. “How would you feel about becoming a grandmother?” “What?” I spent the rest of that day telling Mom about what Deanna and I wanted to do; and that we had been thoroughly researching it and investigating it for a while now. In fact, we'd already been in contact with The Women’s Hospital of Texas in Houston which had come highly recommended by certain medical professionals and fertility specialists we’d already consulted here in Detroit as well as a couple of friends and a few colleagues of Deanna’s. Typical mother, she did have her concerns about our well-being; mine in particular. But overall, she saw how very much I wanted this and how happy it made me. And in early March of 2014, we were ready. We specifically wanted the date for the procedure as close to March 8 th as possible because that would mark our one year anniversary. But since the eighth was on a Saturday in ...