Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2105

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2105
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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Simon returned a few minutes later, he still looked red eyed. “Hi,” he said.

“What?” I responded still not sure what I felt about his attitude, and I was trying to deal with some emails, including one to Alan about the film.

“I’ve spoken to Danielle,” he said emphasising the name.

“What about?” What’s the idiot done now, honestly, I’ll have murdered him before we get anywhere near Scotland.

“I told hi–er, it was okay as far as I was concerned.”

“Told her what was okay?”

“For her to wear whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.”

Why did he have to say anything? “Okay, though she’ll look a bit out of place in school wearing that denim skirt.”

“She’s not going to school as a girl–is she?”

“You just told her she could.”

“I did, didn’t I? Shit, should I go and qualify it–you know–anywhere but school?”

“No, just leave her and it alone. I’m sure she was pleased at your comment but just leave her in peace, today has been traumatic enough as it is.” And leave me in peace too, I’ve got work to do.

“You’re busy, I’ll go and make some tea–I presume you’d like one?”

For me that’s a rhetorical question, like is the Pope a Catholic? “Please, where is Danni?”

“Danielle you mean,” he sniped at me.

“I meant Danni with an ‘l’.”

“Oh, is that the girl’s way?”

I rolled my eyes. I wondered at times how this man was head of the retail bank. “Yes.”

“In the dining room with Cindy and the elder girls.”

“Doing what?”

“I have no idea, that number of women together is a bit unnerving at times.”

“Simon, you’re supposed to be their male parent.”

“Yes but they’re all nearly grown up and don’t need much parenting.”

I rose from behind the desk. “I need to stretch my legs.” I walked past him and into the dining room where the girls were all chattering and laughing, even Danni was doing it. “Everything okay, girls?” I called.

“Yes thanks, Mummy,” said Julie and they all agreed.

“You two, okay?” I asked Danni and Cindy.

“Yes thank you, Auntie Cathy.” Danni just nodded.

I looked at me watch it was nine o’clock. “Bed in an hour, okay?”

“What together?” snorted Julie.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I riposted and went out to the kitchen. Simon followed me.

“Problems?” he asked having observed what had happened.

“Not really, I’m just tired. I’m going to bed, tell Danni not to forget to clean off her makeup and moisturise, thanks, darling.” I pecked him on the cheek and went upstairs.

The younger girls were still jabbering and I asked them to go to sleep. “Is Danni going to become a girl?” asked Trish.

“Not as far as I know, why?”

“So why is she, I mean, he dressed up like one?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, go to sleep now.”

“I fink Daniewwe is vewy pwetty.”

“So do I Meems, now off to sleep with you all.” I kissed them all goodnight and went into the bedroom only to discover Simon sitting on the bed pulling his socks off.

“Where’ve you been?”

“Tucking the girls in, why?”

“Just wondered.”

I nodded and went to clean my teeth and have a wee. When I returned in my pyjamas he sighed.

“What’s the matter now?” I asked.

“You in a suit of armour.”

“What?”

“Those PJs, they’re as impenetrable as a suit of armour.”

“Good,” I sat on the bed and slipped off my slippers before getting under the sheet.

“Have you gone off me?”

“No, Simon, I still love you very much but I am very tired and would like to go to sleep.”

“Did you put out a nightdress for our newest daughter?”

“No, look I’m going to sleep, I don’t want to talk about boys girls or anything in between, I just want to go to bloody sleep–alright?”

“Yes, dear. Oh I told him about cleaning off his makeup and moisturising.”

“Thank you, goodnight.”

“I’ve done something wrong haven’t I?”

“No, goodnight.”

“I must have done.”

I’m going to break one of the ten commandments in a moment, the one about killing people, or one people in particular. “I want to sleep.”

“Sorry, babes–but I must have done.”

Count to ten, no not commandments, just to stop me killing him. “Please, I am very tired and have a headache coming on, I just want to sleep.”

“Of course.” I was just dropping off when he added, “Sleep well, won’t you?”

I decided that trying to ignore him was easier than a night in police custody even if I could claim provocation.

“The meeting went well, didn’t it? Oh you’re asleep are you?” I imagined myself in a blue bubble and minutes later I went off to sleep I guess because I woke up an hour or so later needing a wee. Simon wasn’t in bed, so where on earth was he? It was eleven o’clock and I traipsed down stairs to see if he was there. He was, chatting with Julie and Jacquie, I turned and went back to bed and was asleep before he came up.

At breakfast, Si and Sammi had already gone to work, Danny came down to breakfast wearing a nightdress. “Where did you get that from?”

“I bought it for her,” offered Cindy.

I nodded and sipped my tea.

“D’you like it, Mummy?”

“More importantly, d’you like it?”

“Oh yes, Mummy, I think it’s gorgeous.” I began to wonder if we had a changeling. The nightdress was a tee shirt variety with a picture of a kitten with a nightcap and candle on it.

“I didn’t think we were going to see Danielle today,” I said telling him that I thought he was over egging the pudding.

“Oh, that’s my fault, Auntie Cathy, I asked her to stay a bit longer.”

“Why?” I was genuinely interested.

“I feel safer when Danielle is with me.”

“Does Danny as a boy threaten you, then?”

“Oh no, Auntie Cathy, but it’s nice to have a sister near my own age. Danielle is my spiritual sister.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, perhaps I was dreaming. I opened them and my son was still wearing a nightdress. Julie came down and smirked at the two in their nighties at the table. She grabbed a couple of biscuits and left for her salon. Then Phoebe came down, “Go have a shower and I’ll do your makeup for you,” she said to my son. He went off like a lamb to the slaughter.

I poured myself another cup of tea and went to my study to deal with my emails but it was no use. I wanted my son back not this manipulated puppet the girls were having so much fun with. He isn’t transgendered–I’m sure of it–he’s a boy dammit. Letting Cindy into our home might have been a big mistake and as for Peter...

I felt my screen go all blurry as a tear dripped down my face. How do I stop this? Has it gone too far already?

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