Harry

Ten years later

I sat drinking my glass of wine and looked up across the room to the opposite side of the long bar.

I had never seen such beauty in my life and I felt my heart skip a beat at how sexy she was. Her hair was dark and she had on red lipstick. Her outfit was a black dress and heels that looked too uncomfortable to walk in, but I knew she could do it.

I looked down at my wedding ring and sighed taking it off and slipping it into my jacket pocket.

I stood up and walked across the room, weaving my way through a few people until I reached the empty seat beside the beautiful woman. "Excuse me?" She looked up at me.

"Yes, can I help you?" I smirked.

"Is this seat taken?" She shook her head so I took a seat. "I'm...Ethan." I lied through my teeth not using my real name.

"Delilah." She put her hand out and shook it with mine.

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." She giggled. "May I buy you a drink?" She pushed her hair back and leaned forward, pushing her breasts together.

"I don't know, I don't think my husband would like me talking to a handsome man like you." She shrugged.

"You're married? So am I, but what they don't know won't hurt them." She smirked.

"Well if that's the case then I'd like a whiskey neat." I raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty lady like you drinking such a strong drink." I learned in. "I like that," I called over the bartender and ordered her a drink. She looked down at her watch and sighed. "So what do you do for a living." She looked around and cleared her throat.

"I work as a flight attendant." She took a sip of her drink.

"Sounds exciting, have you ever joined the mile high club?" She smirked.

"Yes once with my husband, he took me to Cabo for a week without the kids and he and I did some unspeakable things in that plane." We both chuckled. "What do you do Ethan?"

"I own a very large shipping company, it was once my uncle in laws but he gave it to me." She smiled holding my hand.

"Your wife must have been so proud of you." I nodded.

"I mean she could be a bit rude sometimes but she's great." She hummed.

"My husband as well, he's a bit of a drag in the bedroom. Never takes control or really for the lack of a better word, fucks me like he used to." I hummed.

"Hmm, well it seems like you need a real man to fix that problem." I didn't realize how close I was to her until she leaned in and kissed me. It was slow and her lips tasted like the alcohol she had just sipped.

She pulled away and looked me up and down biting her lip. "Let's get out of here?"

"Can't go back to my place, the wife is there." She pouted. "But let's get a hotel, just for a few hours."

"Okay." She stood up while I dropped down some money and thanked the bartender.

The way she walked out of the bar was like she owned the fucking place. Her hips swayed from side to side and she didn't need any help knowing who the fuck she was.

Of course, we never did make it to any hotel because the woman jumped into my back seat and pulled me along with her. She began kissing me and as quick as she could she lifted up her dress and unzipped my pants to pull my cock out. "Fuck me." She moaned against my lips.

I pushed her back against the seat and spread her legs, leaning down to lick up her already soaked pussy. I swirled my tongue over her clit and she let out a loud moan.

She came once against my tongue and quickly pushed me back again to bend down and take me in her mouth, making sure to get me wet and harder than I already was. She swung a leg over me and looked at me for a second, breathing hard.

I rubbed the tip of my cock over her slit and watched her face as she sunk down letting me fill her up to the brink.

She let out a loud gasp and began bouncing over me with such ease. Her pussy soaked with her arousal made her slide on my cock faster. "Fuck you're so tight, tighter than my wife." I slapped her ass.

"Mmm fuck!" She cried out. "Your cock is so fucking big!" She bounced faster. "God I'm gonna cum!"

"Who's your daddy?" She smiled down and looked at me.

"You're my daddy!" She pulled out her tits from her dress and exposed the pink hard nipples to me. Immediately I sucked one into my mouth and fucked up into her. "Fuck right there daddy!" She cried out. I pushed my hips harder until she almost screamed at the thrusts and I came inside of her.

Suddenly her phone began ringing and she slowed down looking at the time. "Shit! I have to get that, it's the babysitter for my kids." I nodded but she didn't get off of me.

With me still deep inside of her she answered the phone. "Hello?" I flicked her nipple with my tongue causing her to bite her lip. "Yes I knew she would, I'll be home soon." She hung up and looked down at me for a second. "We have to go." She pouted.

"What? We were just getting to the good part, Marlene I'm literally inside of you."

"Harry I told you that Serena had an ear infection and that it was getting worse. We can do this again next week daddy." She leaned in and kissed me. "Okay, 'Ethan'?"

"It was the first name that popped into my head 'Delilah'.We had just listened to that song and you just picked it at random." She giggled. "This was fun, next week we should definitely do the pizza delivery guy." She laughed getting off of me.

Hey, you have to keep the marriage sexy.

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We drove home and made it inside to find Serena sitting on the couch crying while our babysitter Miss Rita read to her to calm her down. "Mommy my ears hurt!" Our baby cried.

"I know love, let's go take your medicine and put in your drops." Our ten year old was very small so it was easy for us to baby her a lot of the time. She was quite the mommy's girl but everyone loved mommy the best.

"Miss Rita thank you for coming." She nodded waving goodbye. She was old and to be honest I felt like Oliver and Serena took care of her. "Oliver!" I called out.

From upstairs a tall lanky boy came down from his room with his brown curly hair a bit messy.

"Hey dad, did you bring me back leftovers?" I chuckled at how his voice was cracking already at only thirteen years old. He was very mature and smart for his age and sometimes it felt as if he was much older.

"I did not, we went to a bar and the food wasn't good." I lied. "How are you feeling?" I put my hand on his forehead and felt that he wasn't warm anymore. The kids usually got sick around the same time all the time and it was stressful on Marlene.

"I feel fine, just hate all the crying." I nodded. "I'm gonna go say goodnight to mom." He walked away and I heard crying coming from the other room and went to go check.

About two years ago we bought a house with the bonus I had gotten becoming the CEO of my company. It took a lot of work but I had made it to the top. I really couldn't have done it without Marlene.

In this new house right next to our bedroom was a small nursery where our youngest baby cried in his crib.

Alexander was our gift from above. After Serena, the doctor told us that it was very high risk for Marlene to get pregnant again. But then about two years ago, around moving day she had a feeling in her gut that she was with child.

And she was right.

"Alex, did you miss daddy." He smiled at me as I picked him up and went back down to where Marlene was taking care of Serena. "Eevee, how are you baby?" She shrugged running over for me to carry her as well. I sat down and held my kids in my arms. Oliver stood there too and I quickly called him over to hug me as well. "My babies." I kissed all of their heads."

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After the kids went to bed Marlene was cleaning the kitchen while I tried to sew back on a button from my shirt that Marlene had ripped off during our sexual encounter in the car.

I heard footsteps and turned to find Oliver standing there at the entrance of the door. "What's up kid?"

"I was wondering if I could talk with you?" Both Marlene and I looked at each other and nodded taking a seat at the table. "Umm, the other night I heard you guys talking about Emily."

As Oliver grew up we explained to him about him being adopted by Marlene and about certain things but never much detail about Emily or her mother. He knew he wasn't blood-related to Marlene but still refused to call Emily his mum.

"Okay, and what do you want to know?" Marlene asked him.

"Well, where is she?" I sighed holding his hand.

"Oliver, when Emily and I were together she had a few problems with um drugs and stuff. When I broke up with her she told me she was pregnant with you and then disappeared." He nodded slowly. "We had been through a lot and then one day she and her mother took you."

"They took me?" He looked confused. "Like kidnapped me?"

"Yes for a few hours and then we got you back." I couldn't get into any details two adults for him. "We had them arrested and put in jail."

"For how long?" He seemed genuinely interested.

"Addison had twenty years but uh she passed away in jail a couple of years ago." He nodded slowly. "And Emily has been out for two." He seemed confused.

"Why were you guys talking about her?" he asked. "Does she want to see me?"

Marlene cleared her throat pushing some hair behind our son's ears. "She said if it was okay with me and your dad, and you, of course, she'd like to talk to you. She's in town." Oliver looked down and played with his hands nervously. He had always been a very shy kid after he turned five. He was so much like me sometimes.

"I mean if it's okay with you mom." He looked at Marlene who smiled. "I don't want you to feel bad because I want to meet her." Marlene held his hands and smiled.

My Marlene had become more beautiful as she got older. Her hair was still soft and shiny, her face perfect, her tits fantastic. God she really was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Honey if you want to meet her and have a conversation with her, I wouldn't mind. I want you to be happy and if meeting her is something you need, then I accept that." He leaned in and hugged her.

"Thanks, I just want you to know that you're my mom and nothing or anyone will ever change that." He leaned his head into her and she smiled. "I'm going to go to bed." We nodded waving as he went to his room. Marlene sat down looking over towards the sliding door to the back yard and sighed.

"If you're not okay with it you have to speak up." I reminded her.

"He's growing up so fast, and I'm not ready for him to do that." I pulled her up to come to sit on my lap and hold her close.

"I'm not either, but we've raised him to be a good kid and he knows that you're his mum." She nodded leaning into me. "Now, let's go finish up in the bedroom." She turned to me and giggled.

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If Marlene was honest with herself, she wasn't mad at Emily anymore. She couldn't hold a grudge and waste her good years on hating a woman who had so many issues mentally and physically.

About four years ago she and Harry received a letter from Emily in prison who explained that the past few years she had been learning a lot about herself and apologized.

And Emily meant it.

She currently sat in the cafe where she would be meeting her biological son again, or for the first time. She was nervous because she wouldn't be surprised if Marlene had brainwashed him into believing she was a terrible person.

But if Emily was honest with herself, she really used to be a terrible person.

She was prepared to be told off by a child she gave up. She was prepared for tears from everyone and she was ready to face everything. After prison, she began working and getting her life in check when she met a nice man who at this point in time she told everything too and accepted that her past was her past and time has to heal all wounds.

The door to the coffee shop opened letting in cool air. Emily looked up to see Marlene and Harry come in with a boy who looked just like Harry at thirteen. She hated to admit how amazing his parents looked and suddenly felt very aware of her thinner hair and how little makeup she wore.

Harry was the first to spot Emily sitting at a table. Their eyes met and he couldn't help but give a small wave to his ex.

"That's her Oliver." Oliver gulped looking over at the woman who gave birth to him and slowly walked with his parents to her.

It was quiet as they faced each other, to everyone else, in this case, it just looked like three adults and a teen meeting up, but no one knew the truth behind this. "Hi, Emily," Marlene spoke up.

"Marlene, you look wonderful." Emily put her hand out to shake it. She turned to Harry and smiled gently. "Harry, good to see you."

Harry smiled gently and shook her hand. "Emily, this is Oliver." Emily looked him over to see how tall he was for being so young. Just about the same height as Marlene.

Oliver was nervous so he said the first thing on his mind. "You're not as ugly as I imagined you in my mind." This caused Emily to laugh but Marlene and Harry immediately rolled their eyes at their son.

The four of them sat down and ordered coffee. Oliver pulled out his inhaler and took two puffs, drying his sweaty hands on his pants.

The last time he was this nervous was when he asked Lisa Dunn to the 7th grade dance. She said yes obviously, but it had been so nerve-racking. "So you're thirteen, almost fourteen." He nodded. "Do you play sports?"

"Basketball." Oliver states. "I'm pretty good."

Emily smiles. "Your mum told me, she wrote to me once and said you were good at guitar too?"

"Yeah, I practice every day." Marlene wanted to joke and say he practiced too much. She had to admit how proud she was of Ollie when he finally got the riff to crazy train down. "Can I ask you a question?" She nodded prepared for the worse. "Do you ever miss me?" Harry cleared his throat and looked at Marlene standing up to leave the two alone.

When it was the two of them she sighed looking down. "I think about you everyday Oliver, every single day, but I'm not a mother. I will never have the mindset to be a mother and I know that. I do miss you but I know you're better off without me with your parents." Oliver felt a bit at ease.

"Why did you hit my dad?" Emily gulped.

"Because I was a bad person that didn't know how good I had it with him."

"Do you still love him?" She shook her head.

"No I don't, I just love that he raised you with your mum to be such a good kid. Straight A's and playing sports." Oliver sipped his drink and looked over the woman's face. Although he looked like his dad, he noticed some features were like his biological mother.

"So what's jail like?" He asked casually. Something he had gotten from Marlene was his bluntness. He would say what he felt always.

"It sucks, do not recommend ever." He shrugged.

Their conversation went on for a while until Emily's alarm for her flight went off. She had to leave and for a second she didn't want to. "It was good talking to you, Emily." She nodded.

"You too, I um- feel free to call if you ever have a question or something okay." He nodded giving her a hug. When she was gone he sat down and his parents came over to sit with him.

"You okay?" Oliver looked at his mom and nodded.

"Yeah, it was nice to talk to her but really weird." He shook his head. "Let's go home."

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Marlene

I got ready for bed and put lotion on my legs as Harry put Alex to bed. Our door opened wider and Oliver came into the room. He didn't say anything as he walked over and gave me a hug.

I smiled gently hugging him back. "Thank you for being the best mom in the world." Tears began to fall as he spoke. "No one can ever replace you."

"I know." I pulled away and pinched his cheeks. "Between you and I, you're my favorite." I joked.

"I know." He laughed. "Goodnight mom." I gave him a kiss on the forehead and watched as he left.

They grow up so fast.

Harry walked into the bedroom and looked at me weird as I wiped my tears away. "You okay princess?" I smiled.

"Yeah, everything's great." I gave him a hug

And for once everything was actually great.

The end

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Um, I'm actually crying wtf.

(*edit: still crying tbh)

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