Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 862.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 862
by Angharad
  
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The children slept like logs, they were all fast asleep when I checked them before going to bed myself–Simon came with me, which is unusual.

“You don’t like the boys as much, do you?” he said bluntly when we got into our bedroom.

“I’m trying not to get too fond of them before they go.” I avoided eye contact with him.

“You’ve decided then, you don’t want them?”

“I never have,” I felt tears in my eyes, “as soon as I offered to have them, I knew it was a mistake. I’ve tried to be nice to them and give them things they might not have had before, including some attention. But I understood this to be a temporary thing.”

“So, you’ve given those kids a taste of the good life and now you’re going to dump them? Just like everyone has before.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears were running down my face and I felt disgusted with myself. He was right, he was throwing back arguments I given to him. I was no better than any of the others those two boys had experienced. What would that tell them? They were no good–no one wants them. It would guarantee they went off the rails almost as much as taking up a section of the track.

No one is born wicked or bad, it’s something we learn. Our parents screw us up–or in the absence of them, other adults, then our peers finish the job and we go on to damage others in the next generation.

Simon came around to my side of the bed and crouching before me put his hands on my knees and said, “You’ve brought them both on so much–they have both had traumatic short lives–the love and generosity they’ve encountered here has shown them there is another way.”

“What d’you want me to do?” I sniffed.

“I don’t know. My heart is with my three girls too–I really hope we can adopt them properly, they all have such potential and I’m excited at helping them fulfil it. I know you have a special relationship with Trish, but I know you love the other two just as much.”

I nodded, “Trish is special–she’s me a long time ago–only I’m not going to reject or punish her for being different, I’m going to love her instead. I’d like to do that with the boys as well, but I really don’t know if I can.”

“Can or want to?” Simon asked, showing more insight than he usually has–he’d obviously been thinking about this.

“I don’t know–probably a bit of both. I want some of my life back too–it’s alright for you, you go off to your office and play with the markets, make millions and come home at weekends. I’m stuck with them every day. I don’t think I could handle five kids.”

“What if we got some help in?”

“We’ve discussed this before–I don’t know, we’d have to deal with Trish’s secret–another one to risk disclosure from.”

“I’m sure we could tie that up legally, plus if we were betrayed–I’d pay someone to track them down and destroy them via the courts.”

Simon--be careful to whom you say such things, we might be found lacking in suitability to adopt anyone, except Tom.”

He smirked, “I’d be nearly as ruthless as you in protecting those I see as my children. You’d kill them.”

“That makes me seem like a psychopath.”

“You are when it comes to protecting your brood–a veritable tigress.”

“Look this talk is getting silly, one of the complications would be the boys inheriting over the girls if we were able to adopt them.”

“Aren’t we assuming quite a way down the line here? It might well be that a year or two from now, they might not want to stay with us.”

“Si, how is that going to happen–what are you going to do, start beating them or making them wear girl’s clothing? Don’t be silly. We’d be doing our best for them as foster children–trying to help them grow up to be independent and balanced adults.”

“How will we do that, we’re both barmy.”

“No–we’re both half crazy–so we complement each other–we make one nearly grown up whole.”

“Ah, that explains it–together we make a one parent family. Excuse me a moment.” He groaned as he stood up walked over to the wall and banged his head three or four times. He came back rubbing it.

“Feel better?” I asked sniggering.

“Not really, it bloody hurt–but it made more sense than your double single parent thing. Shift over,” he sat alongside me.

“We could talk about this actually in bed, couldn’t we?”

“Are you getting cold?”

“A little,” I admitted.

“I wondered why you were going such a nice shade of blue.”

“Well the heating went off a couple of hours ago.”

“Come on then, let’s get ready for bed and continue from there.”

“I’m only saying that because I’m cold–okay–no hanky-panky.”

“We are actually married, Cathy.”

“Yes I know, Si. I thought people stopped doing it after that.”

“What sort of honey trap, then once you got what you want–stop?”

“Yeah, it happens all the time in books.”

“But you didn’t particularly want to get married, just yet, did you?”

I blushed, “Um–not really–so–rr–ee.”

“So your theory falls apart doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess it does. I’ll have to have one of my headaches instead.” I sniggered and ran off to the bathroom.

“You crazy cow,” he hissed and ran after me–I was laughing so much that I couldn’t lock the door and he pushed in and kissed me while I was trying to wee. After I’d finished, and cleaned my teeth, I kissed him back.

“So, what are we going to do?” he asked as I snuggled down against him under the duvet.

“I don’t know–what d’you want to do?” I asked him back.

“That’s a domestic matter, I let my wife deal with those while I decide which country I’m going to bankrupt or back.”

“I see, so I get to make the important decisions?” I joked poking him.

“Absolutely,” he stroked my nipple and I knew that in a moment I was going to be unable to think about anything much at all.

“Simon–we need to decide what we’re going to do about the boys.”

“Shouldn’t we involve them, in making it?” he said.

“Maybe, but haven’t we got to get our side sorted out first.”

“If that’s first, what’s second?”

“You shagging me, I suppose,” I said quietly.

“I move next business,” he said and lay on top of me...

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