Bundle of Joy

“Okay,” she says, smiling slightly.

She rolls over on the bed and looks up at me, her eyes still droopy with the euphoria of the orgasm I just gave her. I love the way she looks right now.

“I want to ask you about something else I really should have asked you about before we did this,” she says.

“Okay,” I say, bracing myself.

“What happened to Charlie’s mom?” she asks. “Is she still in the picture at all? Because I don’t hear anything about her and I don’t think you’re married but I just want to make sure…”

“Oh, I’m not married,” I say, quickly.

I knew this question was coming and I don’t mind answering it but it’s a sore spot for me. And the reason I only do random, casual hook-ups. Usually.

“He was an accident and she was never into the whole parenting thing,” he says. “Let’s just say she wasn’t great mother material. She left and is probably in some alley way right now, if she’s still even alive.”

Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me and I realize that probably sounded harsh.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I tried to make it work for Charlie’s sake, when he was a baby. I know he deserves a good mom. But that’s not what I got. She thinks I’m trying to chase her down for child support so she won’t answer my calls or emails or anything. I don’t want or need her money – I have plenty of that. I just wanted her to be in Charlie’s life somewhat, but she’s not,” I tell her, regretfully. “She’s too into crack. But I know this is all my own fault too, for choosing her in the first place. I’m just trying to make the best out of all of it, for Charlie’s sake.”

“That’s admirable,” she says, looking like she means it.

I’m glad that question is out of the way. I hope we don’t have to delve into it too much more because I’ve said all there really is to say on the matter. I understand why she’d want to know but I hope I’ve satisfied that need for her.

Just like I know I’ve satisfied some other needs for her. I’ve always been better with my cock than with words.

I take one more look at her naked body and satisfied smile and then I stand up, but very reluctantly so.

“I really wish I could stay and shower you off,” I tell her. “I bet we’d have lots of fun together in my shower. But I have to head into the office and if Charlie wakes up before I leave, he’ll throw a fit and I’ll want to stay and calm him down.”

“Yeah, and that’s my job now,” she laughs.

And I’m sure glad she’s here – not only for that, but for a lot of other reasons I don’t want to admit to myself right now, because I don’t do relationships and I don’t fall in love.

Chapter 8

Catharine

I have time for yet another shower before Charlie wakes up— that kid must have really needed to catch up on sleep. No wonder he is always so high-strung. My clothes are finally drying so I put them on after I’ve reluctantly washed Daniel off me, still while thinking about how great it felt to be in his arms. And to have his cock in me.

It fulfilled every one of my fantasies and more. I didn’t know he was that big or that he’d be so good at it, even though it only makes sense since he’s a tall guy and a lot older and more experienced than I am.

“Daddy?” I hear Charlie call out from the living room couch where he had been taking his nap, and I know I have no more time to daydream about Daniel because now Charlie’s awake and my job is take care of him.

“It’s me,” I tell him, as I finish throwing on the last of my clothes and hurry down the hallway. “It’s Catharine.”

He bursts into tears and says, “Where’s my daddy? I want my daddy!”

But he’s not having as full on of a melt-down as I’ve seen him capable of before. He’s eyeing me a bit cynically but I think he remembers that I just made snow angels with him and that I was there when he got his big birthday cake, so it seems like he might think we’re buddies even though he understandably wants his dad, not used to having me here.

“Your daddy had to work,” I tell him. I quickly think of something that might distract him. “But we can do more fun winter and Christmas stuff! What have you guys already done to start getting ready for Christmas?”

“Nothing!” he exclaims, putting his head down and pouting. “Nothing at all.”

Oops. That was probably the wrong question of me to ask the only child of a single father who has to work a lot, when Christmas is still over three weeks away. I don’t want to make him mad at Daniel for not doing anything for Christmas yet – a lot of families are just now getting started, after all. And some don’t do anything until Christmas Eve, if even then.