There and Back Ch. 08

There and Back - Chapter Eight

"So, Mrs. Chestnut, do all the girls call you Mom?"

"Yes they do. Since I took them in they have been just like my very own babies. And the children! Four of the most wonderful little angels in the world. My husband and I wanted a houseful of children but he passed before we could have more after my wonderful Elizabeth."

"Where are the other kids?" I asked.

"Michael and the twins are asleep."

"You'll get to meet them when we get back," Margarite said before attacking Jonah with more tickles. "Get your lap warmed up!"

Elizabeth came downstairs and looked great. She was wearing loose jeans that still managed to hug her curves and a long sleeve t-shirt. She was wearing a bra that must have been heavy duty because her breasts didn't move even a little when she came down the stairs and walked to me.

"Let's go gang! Mom, thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Paul, it was nice to meet you. I hope you won't be a stranger."

"Mrs. Chestnut, if Elizabeth has her way you'll see a lot of me."

"Wait! Really?"

"Yes ma'am, I usually am when given the choice."

"Good! Be safe," Mom said with a curious expression.

My arm was immediately yanked towards the door.

Outside, we got into the SUV and Izabe got behind the wheel. She started the motor and then touched the screen on the dashboard.

"Type in your home address and the GPS will get me there."

"I know how to get to my own house, Izabe. Pull out of the drive and into the subdivision and turn left."

I directed Izabe and after about twenty minutes we pulled up in front of my old house. There were two cars in the driveway. I didn't recognize either of them.

"How do you want to do this?"

"Well is there any reason I can't just open the door and walk in?"

"According to my uncle, you're still married to her and your name is still on the deed. If she hasn't changed the locks you should be able to walk right in."

"Let's do that!"

We all got out of the SUV and walked to the front door. I tested it and found it to be locked. I took out my key and found that it worked. I unlocked the door, opened it and the four of us walked in. The girls took seats in the living room and I took the first of the several bags we'd brought. I went to the curio cabinet and began taking the awards I'd earned in high school and college.

I was about half way done when a loud voice yelled out, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I turned to see a man I'd never seen before coming down the stairs from the second floor dressed only in his underwear.

"I'm taking my things. And who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

"Your house. This isn't your house."

"The hell it's not. My name is on the deed. And where is my wife?"

"Your wife!? What are you talking about?"

"My wife is Sue O'Dell. But she may have changed her last name when she began cheating on me with Poindexter Kale. I caught them fucking in my bed and he put me in a coma. I'm told that she took his last name but we're still married. Well, at least until the divorce that I filed today gets settled."

Just then Sue came down the stairs holding the front of a bath robe closed in front of her. She was surprised and was wondering what all the noise was.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"This guy says he's your husband," underwear guy, Poindexter said.

Sue froze and looked at me. The long hair, beard and the weight loss made it difficult to recognize me.

"Paul? Is that really you?"

"Hi Sue. I just came over to get some of my personal things and then I'll be out of your life for good."

"Sue! So this asshole really is your husband? Your last names is O'Dell and not Kale?"

"Hey, boy! Don't call me asshole. You're the one in the home of a married woman in your underwear. Sue, what happened to Poindexter?"

Before I could move, the guy turned, yelled, "You bitch! You lied to me!" and punched Sue in the mouth knocking her out.

I was on him immediately and he was unconscious after the third punch. Picking up his unconscious body, I took him out to his car and laid him on the hood. I gave him a solid hammer fist down on his nuts just for the hell of it.

Back inside the house, I went to Sue who was on the floor.

"Are you alright?" I asked, helping her to sit up.

"No! I am not fucking alright. What are you doing here?"

"I told you, I'm taking my personal belongings and then bailing out for good. What happened to Poindexter?"

"His name is Louis. And we haven't been together for months. He cheated on me."

"No! He wouldn't!" I exclaimed with a sarcastic tone to my voice.

"Don't be a smart ass. Now get out of here before I call the cops."

"And do what? Tell them your husband came home after being in a coma for two and a half years and caught you with another man. That I defended you after he punched you and knocked you out?"

"It's my word against yours."

"Not really," Izabe said from behind Sue.

Izabe got off the couch followed by my other mates.

"You!"

"Yes, me."

"What is this bitch doing in my house?"

"Our house, Sue. Our house. Elizabeth, Rosaleta, and Margarite are here to make sure I don't have a relapse. I'm told that they stopped you from pulling the plug on me and from divorcing me while I was in a coma."

"Get them out of here!" Sue screamed.

"Nope. Not until I've got my stuff."

Sue got off the floor and pitched a fit. First she slapped me and then she tried to kick me in the nuts. That was enough for Elizabeth. My Izabe moved up behind Sue and gave her a swift kick in the ass with the tip of her combat boots. Sue screamed and turned, ready to face her attacker. When she turned Osalet let her have it in the ass with her fashionable pointy toed boot. Then Argari took a shot when Sue turned to face Osalet. From that position,, it was Izabe's turn and she nailed Sue in the ass again. At this point, Sue lost it. She fell on the ground and just started to cry.

"Keep an eye on her, I'm going to take the rest of the stuff in the curio."

When I turned around, Izabe had Sue in a chair. Sue was still sobbing her heart out. Finished with my memorabilia, I picked up the empty bags.

"Now, I'm going to gather the few things I want from our bedroom and then we'll be gone. Did you go to work today?"

"No. I took a sick day."

"Sick day? Sick of what? No cock?"

She looked at me with venom in her eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Sue, you cheated on me. Your lover, Poindexter...."

"Louis!"

"His name is Poindexter Louis Kale. And he was fucking you when I got home. Now you're fucking whoever that guy was, so you're still cheating. Had you been at the office, you'd have been served with divorce papers."

"And you will be soon," Izabe interjected, looking at me. "I called my uncle and he's having the process server come over here right now. In a matter of minutes you will be officially on your way to be a happy divorcee. Your boss, Poindexter," Izabe made a point of emphasizing his name, "Has been served and it's going to cost him his job and a lot of money. You can't fuck your supervisor on company time and expect anything good to come of it."

"Louis will be fired?"

"Of course," Izabe continued. "He's going to cost the company a cool million, at least, for violating the company morals clause in the employee handbook. You'll end up losing your job as well. My uncle suggested that you file against the company for sexual harassment by Poindexter. That should keep you employed or at least get enough money to hang on until you find another job."

"Why are you helping me?" Sue asked.

"Because I'm an evil woman and I've done you wrong. The least I can do, to make up for it, is help you out in this case."

"What did you do to me?"

"Doesn't matter if you know. I know."

The doorbell rang and Argari went to answer it. There stood a tall well-dressed blonde woman carrying a briefcase and chewing gum.

"Mrs. Sue O'Dell?"

"Come on in," Argari said with a smile as she pointed to Sue. "She's the one you're looking for."

The tall woman went to her.

"Are you Sue O'Dell?"

"Yes," Sue answered with tears starting.

Reaching into her briefcase, the tall blonde pulled out an envelope. She handed it to Sue and pronounced, "You've been served. The envelope contains the petition for divorce and a restraining order for you to stay away from Mr. Paul O'Dell after midnight today. And did you know that there is an unconscious guy in his underwear on the hood of a car in the driveway? Have a nice day."

The woman smiled, smacked her gum, and left as quickly as she'd come. Sue was shaking, the envelope crumpled in her hand.

"Paul, I was...."

"Don't you even think of saying that you hoped we could get together. You cheated on me and still are. You tried to kill me. You obviously don't want me around, so I won't be. Ladies, while you were talking I got everything I can think of that I want."

"The settlement you're being offered is way more than you deserve," Izabe said. "You get the house. It will be paid off. The hospital bill will be covered. You won't get any alimony. If you fight the divorce, you lose the house, you get a good portion of the $38,000.00 hospital bill...."

"And you get your ass kicked for real," Izabe added. "What you did and tried to do to Paul was bullshit. We wanted to ground your life into the dirt but he's told us that the best revenge is a life well lived. Let him move on, Sue, and have his revenge the easy way. You will really hate the other revenge."

Sue sat there looking at the envelope in her lap for the longest time and then she looked around seeing only Argari.

"Where's Paul and those other women?"

"He's getting his stuff from the garage and they're helping. He's not going to take anything that you really care about. You obviously don't care about him so you won't miss his stuff."

"But I will. I've been stupid."

"Yes you have and it's cost you an awful lot."

"I've got everything," I said returning from the garage. "Would one of you ladies like to make love on my bed?"

"Paul, that's a little overkill and cruel," Izabe answered.

"I guess. But if I was taking the bed I'd want to take it back all the way. But I don't want it. Sue, I've got everything I wanted to recover. I don't ever want to see you again. Ladies, let's go."

Sue reached out for Paul, "Paul. I'm sorry. I made a horrible choice. Maybe someday you can give me a chance."

"Maybe someday, I mean after you unfuck all of your other lovers."

I headed for the door and Sue grabbed my shirt. I pulled my arm away from her without looking back. Izabe unlocked the SUV's doors. I opened the back hatch and set the bags full of my things inside. I walked to the front passenger door and got in. We drove away and I finally let out a long sigh.

"It's over."

"Do you think so?" Izabe asked.

"Yeah, she's all done."

I felt Osalet's hands on my shoulders from the back seat. She gave them a squeeze and said, "On to the new world, my mate."

I reach up and patted her hands.

"Yup."

**********

"Mom, we're home."

"So soon?"

"Yes, what we had to do turned out to not be as complicated as we thought it might be."

"And what, if I may ask, was 'it'?"

"We'll tell you in a bit. First, I need to move Paul into my room."

"What?" Mom sounded surprised but not shocked.

"Relax, I'll tell you everything when we come back down."

"Elizabeth Joy, I'm about to go off on you!" Mom threatened.

"Elizabeth Joy?" I said. "Your mom dropped the middle name bomb. I think we better sit down and bring her up to speed."

"Paul, I knew I was going to like you, right off," Joyce said patting my arm.

"Well, that might change after you get the whole low down," I continued. "Mrs. Chestnut where is the best place to sit and hear a most amazing story?"

"In the kitchen. Lots of iced tea there."

"Too many sharp objects," I said having a little fun with the situation. I really liked this lady. I was looking forward to calling her Mom.

"Sharp..." she started now really wondering what was about to happen.

"I'm joking. The kitchen sounds like the perfect place, don't you agree Elizabeth Joy?"

Izabe smiled and gave me a smack on the shoulder, answering me firmly, "Yes.... dear."

"Oh my," Joyce said with a little glee in her tone. "This IS going to be good. Let's go to the kitchen."

"Wait, Mom. I want to at least get Paul's stuff upstairs," Elizabeth said.

"OK. I'll get the tea ready; you all hustle your bustles."

"I told you so," Elizabeth said moving to pick up the bags.

"Come on," Osalet said and Argari grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

Izabe walked down the hall and listened to a door. Argari and Osalet did the same.

"The kids are still asleep," Argari whispered.

Izabe led me to her room and told me to just put my things in the corner and we would put them away later.

"I don't want to make Mom too impatient."

"Right, Elizabeth Joy."

I turned and ran out the door and towards the stairs, stopping to hold my finger to my lips and then pointing down the hall, signaling that they should be quiet and not wake the children.

At the bottom of the stairs I was smothered with hugs, kisses and someone pinched my ass. Then I was led by Izabe, Osalet and Argari to the kitchen. It was a room the size you would expect for a place this size.

I mean the house had to have at least six bedrooms. The living room had a huge fireplace and a picture window overlooking a big pond off to the side of the house. Mom was sitting at the head of the table. There was a glass in each seating place along with a small plate and napkins. Mom spoke first as we entered.

"Elizabeth, please get the iced tea. Rosaleta, please get the cream and sugar. Margarite, please get the cookies. Paul, sit your fuzzy butt here next to me and tell me a story that will amaze me."

I sat next to the lady and as soon as my mates had finished their assignments and joined us in their seats, I began the story, from where I walked in on my wife and Poindexter.

"Poindexter? Lord a mighty!" Joyce exclaimed.

"Yes ma'am."

"But this Poindexter boy, must have been huge to beat you like that."

"No ma'am. I'm ashamed to say that I let myself go after college and I was a fat slob. If I was married to me, I would have asked for a divorce."

"Oh, well then go on."

I then told her of my waking up in the coma world and all that happened up to meeting Izabe.

"Wait!" Mom stopped me. Her sharp mind picked up on something amazing. "Izabe, with an 'El' in front and a 'th' at the end is Elizabeth!"

"Yes ma'am. Crazy huh?"

I told her about being poisoned and meeting Osalet.

"Wait!" Joyce exclaimed again. "Osalet with an 'R' in front and an 'a' on the end...."

"Yup. It gets better, Mrs. Chestnut."

"OK, now stop! If this is going where I think it is, you probably need to call me Mom."

I looked at the woman and smiled.

"Yes Ma'am.... Mom."

"Izabe was training to be a healer and her other trainee wanted to meet me and her name was Argari."

"Argari. Margarite!?"

"Yes."

"But this is where the whole thing gets real," Elizabeth said picking up the story. "Mom, we, us girls have been bad. We each took advantage of Paul while he was in his coma and the results are sleeping upstairs right now."

Mom's jaw dropped open.

"You mean you three had sex with this boy when he was in a coma?"

"Yes."

"What the hell is wrong with y'all? Elizabeth Joy, I didn't raise you to be a rapist. Hell, I didn't raise you be jumping into bed with a strange man."

"I know Mom. It was all so strange. It was almost like I was compelled. Ask the others."

"Rosaleta? Margarite? Did you two feel 'compelled'?" Mom asked the other two in disbelief.

"Actually, Mom it did seem like that. It was like one moment I wasn't and the next moment I was having sex."

"Anyway, Mom," I said. "The result was that in my coma world I became the mate to all three of these girls and when I woke up and they told me the truth and I told them about the coma world, all the pieces seemed to fit together. So, today, while we were gone, I served my wife with divorce papers and I moved the few things I wanted out of the house."

Elizabeth jumped in again, "Mom, everything just seemed to fall into place. I love Paul."

"And you're going to marry him?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, Mom. I can't marry him and take him away from Rosaleta or Margarite. They love him as much as I do."

Mom Chestnut looked at Rosaleta and Margarite then Elizabeth and then at me.

"You love her?"

"I do, Mom. From the moment I opened my eyes. Those eyes. I'd seen them in my coma world. The same with Osalet and Argari. I can't legally marry all of them. Izabe wants me to move in here until we can buy a place big enough for all of us to move into."

"Why do you need to move out of this house?"

"Well, Mom," Elizabeth said, "Dad left the house to you."

"No, that's not exactly right. Your father left the house to you but named me as the caretaker until you could keep it up yourself."

Mom Chestnut then stopped and looked at the ceiling before saying, "Oh boy."

"Oh boy, Mom?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, baby. Look, I want y'all to know that I believe every word you told me about how things happened and fell together. Elizabeth, George asked me to marry him yesterday. I was going to talk to you about it this morning. He wants me to move in with him now and have the wedding next month."

The three women all looked at Mom in amazement.

"Pieces falling together," Argari said quietly.

"But Mom, you moving out just doesn't feel right," Elizabeth said. "The daughter is supposed to get married and move out."

"Well, we've never been known to be slaves to convention, Elizabeth. Your dad wasn't supposed to marry a woman almost a dozen years younger than him. But he did and we made you. I'm going to move in with George and Paul is going to move in here. In six months, we'll know if it was meant to be or if George just wanted to get into my granny panties."

I couldn't stop myself and I proceeded to blow iced tea out my nose. Margarite quickly came to my rescue with a napkin and a kiss on the cheek to let me know it was alright.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I gasped. "That just hit me as funny."

"What? My granny panties or George wanting to get into them?"

"Yes!"

Everyone laughed and Mom Chestnut leaned over and hugged me.

"Welcome to this truly amazing family, son."

"Son?"

"Yes. Call it anything you want, husband, mate, boy toy. You four need to be together. Some higher power is at work here and I'm not going to get in the way. I mean if we're being honest, I want to get into George's pants as much as he wants to get into mine. Unless he's hiding a piece of a garden hose in his pants, that man is packin'!"

We all laughed a lot at that.

"Well, that just leaves the matter of logistics," Elizabeth said.

"Logistics?"

"Yes, we need to figure which room will be primarily yours and the sleeping order," Elizabeth said.

"Why can't we just keep an arrangement like we had at the hospital?" Osalet replied.

"Because you don't work at the hospital anymore," I reminded her.

"You don't what?" Mom asked in surprise.

"Oh, that's the other thing, Mom," Osalet added. "Since Paul is out of the hospital we don't have jobs anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was their only patient," I pointed out.

"So, what will you do for money? Paul will you go back to a job?"

"No, Mom," Elizabeth said. "Here is another part of the amazing story. A while back, Margarite, Rosaleta, and I played the lottery and we won a butt load of money. None of us has to work ever again. We planned to give you a few million dollars."

"A few million? Now George WILL want to get in my pants."

"Mom, we're very serious," Elizabeth chided her mother.

"So is George!" With that Joyce Chestnut began to laugh one of the fullest, most rowdy laughs I've ever heard. "I'll tell George that I can rent a younger dick."

"MOTHER!"

"What?" Joyce said, still laughing. "I'm not going to embarrass your boyfriend. He has kids by the three of you and didn't even get to enjoy it. My money says that he's going to make up for all those months of getting some and not knowing it."

That made me laugh out loud and I offered a high five to Joyce and she took it. Osalet and Argari were laughing and Elizabeth was looking mortified.

"My mate," I said to Izabe, "she's right! I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Yes, you do. And I expect so does George!"

I laughed at that and then I looked at Joyce.

"Mom, if you do move out, I think I'm going to miss you. You're the sort of mom and grandma I wish I'd had as a kid. Maybe I wouldn't have felt so privileged. Of course then I wouldn't be where I am now."

"You won't be getting rid of me. I have grandbabies here."

I looked at Izabe, Osalet and Argari.

"I can't imagine this might be the case, but I hope that the grandparents will always be welcome in our family."

"Of course, Paul," Osalet said. "If you tried to keep Mom from her grandkids you would have a major fight on your hands."

"And with the three of us, Pa-ul," Argari added.

"Good. Now, I'm getting a little tired. I may be almost back, but it is still almost. I'd like to crash for a little bit."

Elizabeth spoke up first, "You're going to start off staying in my room, so come along."

"Are you going to let me sleep?"

"Of course! What else would I do with my mom in the house?"

"I can give you details if you don't know how to handle a live one," Mom said seriously.

"MOM!"

I stood up and gave Joyce a hug. "I'll talk to you later, Mom."

"Yes you will. Maybe I'll have George teach you a few tricks."

"MOM!" I said it before Elizabeth could and then I laughed as Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her toe.

I walked to my first mate and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her pose didn't change, so I kissed her on the lips. She looked at me and smiled. "Come on if you're coming."

I resisted the urge to comment on the word 'coming' and took Elizabeth's hand and we went to her room. Without thinking I stripped down to my underwear.

"What are those?" She said pointing to my thong.

"This is the underwear that Osalet got for me to wear."

"You mean to tell me that you've been walking around with your ass bare all day and I didn't get to play with it?"

"Well, I kind of forgot I was wearing them. They are pretty comfy. You can stay and cuddle with my butt if you want."

"No, you get a nap in and I'll play with you later. I love you."

"I love you too."

"How long do you want to be out?"

"No more than an hour, I think."

"OK, I'll make sure you're up in about an hour."

"Will you wake me, or send one of our mates?"

"Maybe I'll send my Mom."

I couldn't say another word. That thought stopped me in my tracks. Izabe turned out the light while giving an evil grin, and I fell asleep.

**********

I heard a noise and decided to not move and give away that I was awake. I heard feet and whispers and then nothing. I waited and waited, then the suspense was killing me. I opened my eyes and looked around.

My mates stood there holding children in their arms. They were just looking at me in the dimly lit room. I rolled onto my back and Elizabeth set Jonah on the bed. He sat there looking at me and then quietly said, "Daddy?"

I opened my arms and pulled him into a hug.

"Yes, son. I'm your daddy."

Then Rosaleta set her son on the bed and Michael was there in my face.

"Me too?"

"Yes, Michael. You're my son and I'm your daddy too."

I hugged the two boys to me and couldn't stop the tears of joys. My sons. Mine. I looked at Argari as she stood there with the twins sitting on each hip.

"They're a little too young to climb in there with you. But I told them you are their daddy. I don't know if they understand yet."

"Jonah, Michael, I have to get up. Would you please go with your moms and go see grandma?"

They both nodded and gave me a kiss on my tear stained cheeks before climbing off the bed and going to their mothers. When they were out the door, I got out of bed, stepped into my pants, and went to Argari. I kissed her and then kissed Adam and Eve. I took the three into my arms and hugged them as I continued to kiss the children's heads and their mother's lips. I dropped my hands to Argari's firm butt and squeezed it hard.

"I love you Argari. Thank you for blessing me with these two. I promise to always be there for you and our family."

"I love you too Pa-ul and always will. Let's go downstairs.... As soon as you lose that wonderful, wasted boner."

"It is a shame to waste it, but I'll make it up to you later," I said as I turned her and rubbed my cock against her ass.

She left the room and took off down the hall. I had just finished peeing when she returned to the room. She closed the bedroom door and quickly stepped to me and took my cock in her hand.

"It's later."

She led me to the bed and pushed me down on the bed. She took my cock into her mouth and quickly had me harder than a rock. She stood, dropped her pants down to mid-thigh and turned. Reaching around her hip my hot Argari guided my erection between her wonderful pussy lips and sat down. She was so wet; she slid right down onto my hips and then began to bounce up and down.

She groaned and moaned as she moved and grooved. Then she went stiff and began to shudder. Argari stood, remaining bent to show me her leaking, warm pink center. With a big smile on her face she turned and took my cock into her mouth. She used her talented tongue to stroke and suck and play with my cock.

I came so fast. She stroked and squeezed until she could feel the steel in her hand going soft. Taking a long, slow suck from the base to the tip, she released my penis from her loving lips with a final kiss on the tip.

Sliding herself up to my face, Argari opened her mouth letting my cum drop from her mouth all over my face. She then proceeded to kiss and lick up the mess she'd made. When she was done, she stood and helped me stand. Pulling up my thong, she lovingly tucked me into the pouch and then she pulled up her own pants.

"They're waiting for us downstairs. Come on."

"I have to pee again."

"OK, but hurry."

I waddled to the bathroom with my pants still around my ankles. I pulled the front of the thong pouch down under my balls and was about to go when Argari was behind me and aiming my cock towards the toilet.

"You're starting something that's going to take some time to finish."

"OK, spoilsport. Its just that I love to play with your cock."

I finished and took a single sheet of toilet paper and dabbed the last drop of urine from the tip, dropped the paper into the toilet and flushed it. Backing away from the toilet I bent to pull up my pants only to feel two hands squeezing my ass and then several kisses on both cheeks.

"I like to play with your butt too. I'm glad Osalet got you the thong. We need to get you more. Let's go."

Pulling up, buttoning, and zipping my pants I took her hand when finished and we walked downstairs. When we entered the kitchen, the entire family was arrayed around the big table. I was directed to the end of the table opposite Mom.

"Paul, we don't have a set order when we sit at the table but the girls all agree that you should sit at the head. I don't mind. So, from now on let's consider that seat as the head of the table. OK?"

I was touched.

"If that is what makes my mates, and their mom, happy," I nodded to Joyce, "then I accept. Can I do anything to help with dinner?"

"Nope that's my job," Mom declared.

"Until George takes you away," I said, trying to not sound sad.

Joyce Chestnut looked at me and smiled.

"Unless Elizabeth disagrees, I'll move George into the master bedroom with me. It's on the ground floor. That leaves the six bedrooms upstairs for you and your family."

"Elizabeth? Rosaleta, Margarite? Would you mind having George here?"

Elizabeth got very serious and looked at her mother.

"Mom, is George ready to become grandpa to this bunch?"

"He and his late wife never had children. She was barren. Now that he's alone, I think that he will be pleased as punch to be a grandpa. And if he's not, then he can forget about getting into this granny's panties."

No one laughed because we all understood that this was the final piece of the puzzle to fall into place and make our group a solid nuclear family.

"When's the wedding?"

"As soon as I tell him the rules and he accepts. I'll call him to come over this evening and to bring an overnight bag. A girl has to pull out all the weapons to catch her man."

We had a laugh about that. The ladies all moved like a fine-tuned watch when putting dinner on the table. We ate and talked about me and my past and my shame at being an entitled fool. I swore in front of all of them that I'd never be that guy again.

"As far as I'm concerned, that guy never came out of the coma. This new Paul O'Dell is going to prove to be the best man to ever father children or to love his family."

The three women all made soft "aw" sounds and then they shared their stories. Each had various lovers but none that stayed with them. Becoming nurses was the only outlet they had for giving the love they felt they had to share. They all claimed that now that they were mates and mothers, they had new outlets for their love, not the least of which was me.

"I look down the road and I have no idea how our lives are going to go. I have no points of reference in my past," I said.

"Neither do I," Osalet added.

"It is a bit scary, but I have faith in us," Osalet added. "I mean, look at these children and consider the ones to come."

"The what?" Mom asked, her eyebrows suddenly shooting up.

"Yeah," I admitted. "All the ladies made love to me when I came out of the coma and did so at their most fertile times of the month. All three may be pregnant again."

"Really? And when do we find out for sure?"

"Mom, it's only been a few days. None of our periods are due for another sixteen to eighteen days."

The warm hearted woman looked at me and the three ladies and shook her head.

"It's not the way I was raised and it's not the way I'd teach. I love my daughter and I used to be pretty sure that she wouldn't do anything foolish. When she came to me and told me she was having a baby I expected her to marry. She didn't. I didn't ask who the father was and she didn't volunteer it. I figured that she'd done something foolish. Knowing her, it was possible. Now I'm not going to tell you that I agree with what she did. The same with the other girls.

"I'm running back and forth between thinking of them as sluts and now that I know the story, rapists, and truly wondering if there is a higher power at work here. My daughter is not a slut and is not a rapist and yet here we are. Paul, you strike me as an honest man and you've told me as much for me to know that you aren't the man you were before. At first blush, I like you. I'm close to trusting that you're a man of quality. So, I'll stay and be house mother to your brood and your mates.

"But the first time I see you being otherwise, I'll go to no ends to protect my daughter and my grandbabies. The other girls and their children could be included in that as well."

I measured the older lady and smiled.

"Mom, I'll never allow you to have a doubt about me or my intentions. Anytime you doubt my actions or words, you say something. I'm not going to give you a reason to not call me son, either."

"We'll see.... Son."

**********

That night after we had introduced George to the circus that this house was going to be, we put the four babies into their cradles and my mates and I lay in bed talking about the events of the day.

"Mom likes you," Izabe said. "She doesn't have a tendency to take kindly to strangers. She is usually very cautious but she got friendly with you right away."

"She seemed to enjoy telling George the way of things with no problem. He didn't seem to be too shocked."

"Or he was just as surprised to hear that he was moving in with Mom. I think he was just happy to hear Mom agree to marry him."

"She did seem to be very accepting of George right away but she was a little more standoffish when she first met Osalet and me. I think she's going to take to you just fine."

Argari was cuddled to my left side and had Izabe behind her. Osalet was on my right side. We were all naked and I couldn't remember ever being so warm, inside, or out.

"This bed isn't big enough for all of us, we need to expand it if the four of us are going to sleep together," I said stroking the naked hip of Osalet. "Or do you think that it would be best to have separate rooms for each of you and I just move from one to another depending on the day."

"We don't have enough room to have three rooms and then have rooms for the children down the road," Argari opined. "If we're going to have separate rooms, I'm going to be unhappy two out of every three days."

"Me too, Pa-ul," Izabe added. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to sleep with you and my mates as well."

"Then we need to expand your house, Izabe. Mom has dibs on the master downstairs with George. The way those two were acting tonight, I think they may need a bigger bed too."

"PA-UL! That's my mother you're talking about."

"I don't get the feeling that your, or should I say, our mother would shy away from those words. She IS a hoot, my mate."

We all laughed at that, in the most loving way. Our Mom was a treasure. I vowed to myself again that I was going to be a great son-in-law to Joyce "Mom" Chestnut.