The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2219 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

“Did you enjoy your dinner party?” Simon asked as we snuggled together after doing you know what.

“It was the nicest present I could have had.”

“Oh bugger!” he exclaimed sitting up, then jumping out of bed began pulling on clothes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked putting the light on.

“Your present, it’s in the car.”

“It doesn’t matter, it can wait until morning.”

“No it can’t.” So saying he pulled on his pants and scuffed into slippers before disappearing downstairs.

I wearily wiped myself pulled my panties back on and then my nightdress before donning a dressing gown and slippers. I followed him downstairs getting there as he was closing the back door.

“Oh, you got up?”

“Yes, now we’re down here d’you fancy a cuppa?”

“Could do, I suppose.”

I switched the kettle on and turned to face him not sure what to expect he’d got from the car.

“Tea or coffee?”

“Don’t mind.”

“As I’m making tea for myself I’ll make a pot for two.”

“Fine.”

I turned back to the work top and made the tea, getting two mugs down as the magic potion infused.

“D’you remember Tim Collins?”

“The man who made my ring?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“He’s okay, I hope.”

“Oh yes, he’s fine and send his regards.”

“Oh good,” I said pouring the tea. “How did you bump into him?”

“I do from time to time.”

“You’ve never mentioned it before.”

“Never crossed my mind before.”

“Oh, here’s your tea,” I handed him his mug.

“Ta, here’s your birthday present.” He passed me a small package wrapped up in gold paper.

“Thank you.” I said casually slipping it into my pocket.

“Aren’t you going to open it?”

“Yes, but I was going to drink my tea first.” I walked around to him and sat on his lap and kissed him. “You’re the best husband I’ve ever had,” I told him.

“Glad to hear it,” he replied putting his arm round me, “open your present.”

“I will, kiss me...” he did and I wriggled on his lap dislodging something down below and I had to jump up and dash to the loo or I’d have marked his trousers. I returned embarrassed a couple of minutes later, my knickers lined with toilet paper. I assume this must be something like having a period only less messy.

I sat on his lap again, “Now where were we?” I asked.

“About here,” he said before kissing me and his thumb gently rubbed my nipple...

I was so sore when we finished. It isn’t very often we do it twice, and never before on the kitchen table, thank goodness no one came to see what was happening. I suppose it would have given new meaning to kitchen sink drama. I still hadn’t opened my present which became forgotten in the passion. We crawled up to bed too tired to move once we got under the duvet. I dropped off to sleep in moments waking a while later aware that I had a load of tissue paper stuck in a very personal place. I decided it could wait and went back to sleep.

I woke with Simon still with me. “No work today?”

“No, Sammi has to go for her pre op check.”

“Oh my goodness, I’d forgotten all about that since they changed the date."

"She asked me if I’d go with her.”

“Oh–okay,” I’d have thought she’d have asked me, but what the hell?

I gingerly eased myself out bed and Simon sniggered behind me. “Pig,” I snapped at him as I limped out to the loo and cleaned myself up before showering and rousing the girls.

“So what did you think of it?”

“Think of what?”

“Your present–duh.”

“Oops, I forgot all about it you know...”

“I do indeed–better not tell your husband.”

“No I won’t, he’s a single shot man.”

“Is he now.”

“If you had asked, is he now? I’d have said no, not now, but I think I might be a single use woman.”

He laughed so I threw the towel at him. It was damp from drying my hair with it.

“No stamina these youngsters,” he said getting out of bed.

“It isn’t about stamina it’s about needing a retread, it was smoking when I got to bed, I’m surprised you didn’t smell the burning.”

He sniggered, “I suppose there was a bit of friction–do you regret it?”

“Not at all, well only when I try to move or sit down.”

He smiled, “Want me to kiss it better?”

“I think you’d better stay well clear of it for a few days.”

“Not going cycling, then?”

“Ha bloody ha.”

“I thought women dealt with pain better than men do.”

“We do,” I limped back to the bathroom pulled down my panties and sprayed some antiseptic. I added a panty-liner and went back out. “What time is Sammi’s appointment?”

“Half ten, I think.”

“Okay, I’m going to get the girls up.” I blew him a kiss because I knew if I went anywhere near him he’d grab me and pull me onto the bed. To my surprise the girls were already up and had showered themselves. I sorted their hair and they finished dressing.

“Mummy?”

“Yes, darling,” I said to Livvie.

“Why are you walking funny?”

“I think I tweaked something in bed, sweetheart.”

“I ’spect they had sex, it was her birthday,” suggested Trish if I hadn’t been blushing so brightly I’d have said something to her about disrespect, although I’m not sure she understands what I’m on about. Instead Livvie told her off and that was seconded by Mima.

“You shouldn’t talk to Mummy like that, it’s very rude.”

“It was a joke, she doesn’t mind.”

“Yes she does she bwushed, it was vewy wude.”

I limped on down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Och, I’m surprised we hae any crocks tae mornin’.”

“Why is that, Daddy,” I said hoping he hadn’t noticed me turning away because I was so embarrassed.

“I think ye ken that,” he said and laughed behind my newspaper.

Does everybody know what we did last night? God I hope not.

Julie and Phoebe came down and after watching me limp and sit very carefully, they looked at each other and the smirking became giggles. I tried to remain aloof. “I pulled a muscle I think.”

They both burst into laughter accompanied by Tom, then Julie wiping her eyes said, “I’m not surprised if you were doing what I think you were doing. The table seems okay though,” she said checking it over.

“I think the joke has gone far enough, don’t you?” I said firmly.

“Okay,” she said then looked at Phoebe and they both dissolved into giggles. I stood up and somehow managed to storm out of the kitchen and upstairs.

“What’s the matter, babes?” Simon was dressing as I burst into the bedroom in tears.

“They all know what we did–in the kitchen.”

“Oh–do they?”

“They were making fun of me.”

“Just ignore it, they’re only jealous.

“But it’s so embarrassing, they seem to have no respect for me whatsoever. That stuff last night at the dinner party–they seem to have forgotten.”

“Hey, don’t cry. I’ll speak to them.”

“No better not.”

“It’s only because we’re supposed to be their parents–they think because we’re over thirty that we just sit at night watching our teeth soaking in a glass.”

I contemplated this image and was at first horrified then amused.

“That’s better. We’re married and this is our house–we can do it wherever we like–on top of the piano tomorrow?”

“I doubt it, I feel like I’ve got third degree burns.”

“Well you would, I’m hot stuff and presumably because you have a PhD, you’d qualify.”

“Eh?”

“Three degrees, see you downstairs.”