Chapter 68: Called it a dream.
After the little squabble that had went on earlier. William was aware that this was the right thing to do. Liam already knew whom his father was but seemed to hate him as much. It seemed Liam wanted to hold onto William as his father no matter what. Understandable this was the man who had raised him and for him to suddenly be calling his uncle father absolutely disgusted him.
"There is Edward, Roy, Oscar, Edith, Joe, Frances, Maggie, Chester, Ralph and Catherine are twins." Gerald said proudly.
Liam tensed.
"You already have enough children, where am I supposed to fit in?"
"Liam, you do not have to fit in. You're my son, you're all different people."
Liam only rolled his eyes. "I want to return—"
"No, you will not. Not after the way you treated Christian earlier." William said getting a little aggravated with his attitude.
"Why does he get to call you father? He is a negro, he doesn't deserve to know. I was saving him from the pain of knowing that he was a mistake that harmed my parents holy matrimony."
"See Gerald? This is the type of poison I have to deal with! That my son has to deal with and frankly... I have had enough of it." With a pause, he lowered his gaze to Liam. "Good on you Liam. Better get settled then because with this type of attitude, I do not want you near my son."
"I'm sorry!!" He said quickly grabbing onto William's coat.
"This isn't punishment, this is where you belong."
"That's a bit harsh..." Gerald added.
"You should have thought of that during your engaging time with Tracy to make a fool out of me."
Gerald then marched towards William and pulled him aside. "This isn't great timing mate, I haven't even told my dear Susie yet."
"I advise you do it as early as possible."
"But he cannot stay here!"
"Gerald, I have heard enough of your excuses."
"I beg of you William... just another month."
"Another month? Are you mental?!"
"Brother—" William almost scoffed at the phrase.
"I'm not wanted anywhere.." Liam murmured lowly.
"That's not the case." Gerald added clearing his throat.
"You will spend the weekend over. Get to know your new family and if you do not like it..." William was cut off by Liam's excitement.
"I can return home?"
"Yes, return home to the Durham's."
"Certainly not!" Gerald added.
"I have had enough of this bickering, I will take my leave before I age within your presence from that your doltishness. It's certainly a father-son thing, I presume. Well good chatting to ya both." Not giving them a chance to rattle a reply that would make him stay much longer than he needed to, he left.
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"Just tiny bit.." Panashe told Addie and Christian.
"But, it will be more delicious with more chocolate chips." They both whined.
"You will get sick and that won't be fun."
"Mommy, we should add more chocolate.." Christian fussed. A small feeling of wanting invaded the space. Addie, missed her mother. She was not a great mother but Addie missed her. The more she saw Panashe and Christian much worse with the combination of her father. She felt jealous. This was something she had before in Birmingham. She seemed overly protective of her father, she did not like the way he wrapped his arms around Panashe or kissed her cheek... a resentful feeling started to develop. Liam had told her that no one wanted them and... she was beginning to see it.
"Christian just stop being a brat." Addie said abruptly pulling her oversized apron off. Annoyed she left, without any other word. Panashe knew something was wrong. It was like a seesaw, when Panashe and Christian were happy... Liam and Addie were sad. When Liam and Addie were ecstatic, Christian and Panashe were just so-so.
It wasn't a great balance.
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William couldn't be happier coming home to Panashe. She wanted to inform of the discomfort that Addie was starting to feel around Christian. At the dinner table, William had complimented Panashe in every way possible. In his eyes, she was simply stunning. His hand laid on her thigh under the table giving her a light squeeze. She could feel her nipples becoming hard pebbles underneath her clothing. Now that they were alone, her concerns were thrown out the window the minute William closed the door shut and turned the lock. Her breath hitched from fear and wanting. So often her mind played back the atrocious incident, as much as she tried to put it behind her, she always remembered how helpless she felt. Even with the begging and crying, they still would not be forgiving. Forgiving? She had not done anything. Giving birth to Christian and perhaps being with a married white man had been the beginning of it all. Often times, she blamed herself. What could she have done differently that would have never made this occur? When she turned the multiple men down, she knew what she was doing. Panashe did not want to deceive anyone the way she had with Elliot, further she did not want to indulge in any form of relationship afraid of the lies and misfortunes that came with it. Not having the heart to love as much as she did. As it follows, if she were to marry someone they would have expected her to give birth. If she did not, they would have something to say perhaps 'she is barren, the white man broke her; you married damaged goods.' It just always seemed to be the case. There was always something to say.
Flippantly a nervous wreck, she did not realize William was now beside her. His bare chest, seemed like a temptation to touch and caress. As they laid back, he turned to look at her, she did too. He immediately hiked up her thigh onto his waist. William's hand slithered under her long nightdress, feeling her smooth dark skin that reminded him of the sweet of chocolate. She looked at him and he looked at her, they did not say anything as if speaking telepathically. They both knew what they wanted. When his fingers slithered to her undergarments, she involuntarily laid her arm on his shoulder. As if allowing him to go on. His fingers grabbed her buttcheek, something he seemingly loved to do when they were alone in the comfort of their need and intimacy. Whenever he did, she dripped white honey in between, he loved the honey that came from her folds. How it always enveloped his manhood, like a hand in a glove as if it was meant to be. The perfect fit, something that many women could not handle. He always had to be careful and not fully go on but with Panashe, she took all of him until their pelvis bone touched unhindered. From the dining table, he had teased her to no end and now she simply wanted him. For a second he made her forget about it all as his lips met hers while caressing her vulva. Without hesitance, she opened her thighs wider loving the feel of his index finger rubbing little nub that gave her all the pleasure. His kisses only made her a drunk and delusional with need. His lips were soft and... everything she missed. There was something about a single kiss that they shared. She remembered how he would always be with her intimately without kissing. William was well aware that if he kissed her, he would go off one's rockers. He would give in and fall even harder than he had before. He would be allowing himself to feel much more than he should, to indulge and enjoy a forbidden fruit and not feel guilty about it.
William missed her luscious lips. Her touch was soft and delicate. Every bite made his manhood want to crawl off him and into her with need. The feel of his fingers between her wet slithering need, made him glazed with his own satisfactory. Fascinated and content, he loved the feel of her butt cheeks. How full they were, with every meander that made her look like every man's fantasy. Breaking away the kiss, Panashe opened her eyes only to find William watching her in awe, at this she blushed but reluctantly pulled him back. Her thumb, rubbing his lower bottom lip being such a destructive tease. At this she whispered.. "For the first time we're doing this right, not behind anyone's back, in our own space with unrestricted time."
They both knew how hard it used to be. The thought of not being able to fully indulge because of the little things that hindered it. William smiled gracefully, he gave her another squeeze on her buttcheek earning a look from Panashe. He just loved doing that as if he hadn't had the pleasure of doing it before. "And I get to sleep with you in my arms without having to leave... honestly a dream."