Sven Filthy Modern Vikings

That’s when I burst into tears. She hasn’t called me that since I was ten and started finishing school.

“Baby?” Sven asks.

“Let’s go, please. She sounded like she needs me.” And if that doesn’t fuck with my head, nothing will. That woman is usually unreadable. Numb to what’s going on around her.

“Of course,” he says pulling up his Uber app. This should be fucking interesting.

Chapter Nine

Sven

I want to see her mother as much as I need a hole in the head. To say I am more than pissed and unimpressed with how they treat their children is an understatement. But given how emotional Cym is at the prospect of seeing her, I know I am not going to deny her what she wants. I am however, going to put her mom on notice as soon as she walks in the door, and remain by my wife’s side for the duration of her visit.

Cymion on the other hand is a nervous wreck and it is pissing me off even more.

“Baby calm down. I don’t like seeing you worked up like this. It’s not good for the baby either,” I say rubbing her baby bump.

Her stomach is not big yet, but it’s poking out enough that I can feel the hardness that is my seed growing inside her. Knowing my son or daughter is in there makes me want to beat my chest and roar it from the rooftops. It also makes me horny as fuck.

“I know. But I can’t remember the last time she actually reached out to me. What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know baby. But I will be right here the entire time.” Like I would be anywhere else.

Knock. Knock.

I tell her to stay on the couch and go to answer the door. I am poised to put her on notice, but as soon as I see the tear tracks down her cheeks, I figure she has probably had enough attacks for one day. I hold out my hand to her.

“Mrs. Gentry. My name is Sven Jorgensen. I am Cymion’s husband. She is waiting for you. Right this way.” She shakes my hand as I usher her into the room and sit down beside my woman.

I immediately notice the change in her. She seems… humble. Almost, beaten down if you will. Cymion notices it too if her gasp and shaky voice is any indication.

“Mom. What’s wrong? What’s happened?” It takes a second for her to look up. When she does, I would be a cold bastard if I didn’t admit a little part of my heart lurched for her.

“I’ve left your father,” she says almost hysterically. “After 30 years of being his wife, his secretary and event planner, the mother of his children, and I thought I was his partner; I find out he is sleeping with his accountant. A twenty-four- year-old little girl. I confronted him. He laughed and walked away from me like I was nothing to him. I spent the best years of my life trying to make his life perfect, while he tore me down every chance he got and alienated me from my own children. He didn’t even give me the courtesy of looking me in the face. I couldn’t take it anymore and left.”

“Mom. I am so sorry. Dad was a lot of things, but I never pegged him for a cheater.”

“My darling, please don’t apologize to me. I don’t deserve your sympathy. Not when I have been less than a worthy mother to you and your siblings. All I can do now is hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. And maybe…help me. I have no idea what to do. I have been nothing for over thirty years.” Her father is truly a piece of shit.

“Mrs. Gentry. Cymion and I would of course welcome you to accompany us back to Bleak. My older brother has a vacant home I am sure he and his wife would be okay with you to occupying while you figure out your next move. However, there will be some stipulations. Your husband is never to step foot there. I don’t want him anywhere near my wife. You want to go back to him that is your business. Leave us the fuck out of it. Understand?” I don’t give a fuck about how harsh it might seem. I won’t have her father upsetting my woman and child. Cymion squeezes my hand, calming me like only she can.

“I understand Mr. Jorgensen. Thank you for your generosity. I am so happy both of my daughters found strong men to love them. How is Tabitha?”

“She’s fine mama. Getting ready to give birth any moment. She is driving Loki crazy.” We both laugh thinking about the last time we saw him.

“And Payton. How is your brother?” You can hear the regret in her voice as she inquiries about the children she pushed aside for her husband.