Dot and Sam 45

Jessica Merlot The town’ and county archaeologist.
Josephine MacDonald The town and county archivist.
Richard Drummond Town planning inspector
Robert Vincent. Junior planning inspector.
Georgina. (Georgie) Homeless Transgender girl previously known as George.
Bobby Gay boy on the school bus.
Marty Girl on the school bus. (She becomes Georgie’s best friend, lover, and wife)
Jack. Marty’s twin brother (Keen runner).
Trevor Aitkins, Georgie’s Biological father.
Lucinda Aitkins Georgie’s biological mother
Terence Georgie’s step-dad
Peter Terence’s homophobic son.
Allison Old friend of Trevor & Retired Solicitor
Fred Allison’s husband
Elizabeth Aitkins (Beth) Georgie’s younger biological sister. Later proves to be sympathetic to her ‘sister.’
Jonathon Aitkins (Johnny) Georgie’s younger biological brother.
Rosie the Rivetter Terf Gang Leader on campus.
Peggy Marty’s mother
Abigail, (Abbie) Marty’s younger sister.
Andrea Marty’s second (youngest) sister.
Gemma Beth’s stepsister.
Beryl Beth’s second stepsister.

Chapter 45

“I reckon she’s keeping her pregnancy a secret.” Marty giggled as she squeezed Georgie’s arm.

“Well, she seems to have the same enigmatic smile you had this morning when the waitress brought you ‘petite-déjeuner’.” Georgie grinned back.

“She’s certainly keeping something a secret.” Marty added.

“Yeh, like she’s about to tell old Leonardo that she’s pregnant by him.” Georgie smirked affectionately.

“I thought Leonardo was supposed to be gay.”

“That doesn’t stop men fathering children. Lots of gays have become fathers. Even trans-people these day.”

“Oooh! Listen to old clever clogs herself,” Marty chuckled. “Come on, my dogs are barking. Time for coffee I think.”

They crept along with the Louvre crowd until they found the museum exit then trudged down the Champ’s de Lyse to find a café that was not too crowded. Their search led them to a quieter, back-street café because Paris was just so-oo crowded.

“I won’t be coming here again,” Marty sighed over her coffee. Paris is bloody ridiculous.”

“It’s the same everywhere.” Georgie sympathised. The world’s becoming overpopulated.”

“There’s plenty of room elsewhere.” Marty argued.

“Yeah, but who wants to holiday in the middle of the Sahara. There’s not much to see there except some prehistoric rock paintings and sand art. Anyway, the planet’s only going to get worse. Amsterdam is already charging tourists to visit the city. Everybody wants to be in the same spot at the same time.”

“They’re gonna have to ration families to an average of two each.”

“Well, that makes us the criminals, now we know I’m having three,” Marty giggled.

“Not necessarily, I suppose normal multiple births make up for sterile marriages and people choosing not to have kids.”

After sitting for an hour with coffee and a light lunch, the pair resumed their tour of the French capital until they returned to their hotel. Marty flumped onto the bed and sighed luxuriously as they discussed what to do for the night.

“We’ve got nothing planned love; we’ve got tickets for the Moulin Rouge tomorrow night.” Georgie opined.

Marty stretched luxuriously on top of the bed and sighed again.

“Let’s just cuddle naked on the bed until we go down for supper. There’s a whole week to fill here.”

Georgie needed little persuasion.

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As she stirred in the morning, Georgie sensed a tickling sensation down her spine. The blare of a car horn had torn her from her sleep but as she gradually stirred, the added tickling sensation caused her to wriggle until she was forced to roll over and scratch her back. It was only then that she realised that Marty had found a feather and used it to wake her up.

“Stoppit!” She squeaked as she reached for offending wrist.

Marty giggled as she sat up and stepped towards the curtains. Then Georgie realised that Marty was not yet retching in the bathroom, and she sat up to ask.

“Have you not been sick?”
“Just a little bit nauseous but it’s gone now. I wasn’t sick.”

Georgie smiled as Marty turned from the window and the light silhouetted her. She noticed Marty’s very slight bump and chuckled.

“You look like something Botticelli might have painted with your little bump, and dimples on your bum.”

“Are you saying I’m getting fat?” Marty bristled.

“No!” Georgie replied to reassure her newly wedded wife.

Then she paused with a grin.

“Well, not yet anyway.”

Marty’s jaw sagged at Georgie’s remark.

“Why! You! You bloody chauvinist.” She swore as she thumped him semi-affectionately. “For that I’m going to demand that you contribute to breast-feeding our triplets so you can start taking prolactin when the time is right. Then we’ll see if your tits get big or your arse gets fat.”

“Is that a promise love? I’d quite fancy breast feeding my own children, - sort of as close to motherhood as I’d ever get.”

“Well, with triplets I’d never have enough milk for three, so you’d better prepare for action.”

“But seriously love,” Georgie, mean it. I’d love to share in Breast feeding.”

“Good we’ll discuss it with our doctor when we get home.”

With this thought in both their heads, they shared a shower and prepared for a days’ ‘touristry.’

“Mont Matre, I think today,” Marty suggested, “then we can do the artists centre and the Sacre Coure and have a coffee in the artists centre.”

“All day?” Georgie queried.

“As long as it takes but we have to be at the Moulin Rouge for eight.”

“Suit’s me darling, you’re the arts lover.”

Thus, they toured as they had planned; for the first week saturating themselves in Paris, a city of museums and galleries.
While they chose the second week to spend a peaceful relaxing week in the Dordogne.

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They returned home to meet Marty’s family as they stepped off the train while the early evening sun was starting to set. Having spent a fortnight in France, the pair felt a noticeable chill as they started to clamber into the car.

“You’re having a light tea here, then we’ll drive out to ‘The Harbour Light’ and you can recover from your journey.” Peggy assured them.

“All we’ve done is fly from France then two trains down from the airport. We’re hardly exhausted mummy.” Marty grinned as the hugs were still being shared around.

“Well, that’s what’s been arranged. Dot, Trevor, and Sam are at the pub.” Marty’s father added as he picked their way out of the station and into the town traffic.

It wasn’t long before the familiar lights of the pub welcomed them into the pub forecourt and once again Marty’s family tumbled out of the car to be greeted at the porch. Within moments they were in the pub where Dot and Sam had prepared dinner.

“Now we’re all here, you can tell us all about it.” Dot suggested as they took their seats around the large table in the Stable restaurant.

“Firstly, Marty confirmed that she was pregnant.”

“Yes!” Dot complained. Why didn’t you tell us first.”

“Well, I had intended to tell you once the pregnancy was confirmed and safe. The clinic doesn’t like to pre-empt any certainties with a multiple insemination.” Marty confessed. “I only told Lucy because I was angry with her for evicting Georgie, and I wanted to leave her stewing in shock for the whole of the honeymoon. Has she seen you since the wedding?”

“No,” Trevor confirmed, “but I believe she might be coming down to see Allison and Fred this weekend.”

“I suspect she wants to see you again. She’s all about being the grandmother.”

“We don’t really want to see her,” Marty declared as she glanced towards Georgie for confirmation.

Georgie nodded then declared.

“I’ll only see her if Beth, Johnny, Gemma, and Beryl come down as well. I’ve no interest in Terry or Pete.”

“He might try to stop his girls.” Dot opined.

“Then Lucy will never see me again or our children for that matter!”

“I’ll speak to her tomorrow.” Trevor assured them, and then they pitched into the meal.

Finally, after the story of the honeymoon was exhausted, Marty’s family returned home while Marty and Georgie went to what was now their marital bed.

They awoke to find the weak September sun breaking through the slight mist that covered the estuary. and Marty sat up to study the trees across the river.

“Autumn’s coming,” she murmured, “the trees are turning.”

“How’s the morning sickness?” Georgie asked.

“It seems to be over now, what are we doing today?”

“I think we’d best wait for any news of Lucy and the girls. I’m sure Beth and Johnny will come down, but it depends if my egg donor can get Beryl and Gemma down.”

“Were you serious about them being allowed to visit?”

“If that’s what it takes to create some sort of normal family; yes.”

Marty nodded as she padded to the bathroom while Georgie tidied the bed. Later as they finished breakfast, Georgie stepped towards the front door.

“I’m just going to see Dad before he goes off to Birmingham.”

“What about?” Marty asked.

“I’m going to ask him to telephone my egg donor to see if he can get her to send Beryl and Gemma down sometime. They should be allowed to see their step-sister whenever they want.”

“Why don’t you speak to her?”

“That’s still some time off. I still haven’t forgiven her. The Beryl and Gemma deal will be my first ‘toe-in-the-water’ test.”

“I think Lucy will agree, she’s desperate to be involved with these,” Marty patted her little ‘bump.’

“We’ll see,” Georgie finished as she left to cross the river-gate across the dock to Trevor’s cottage.

Although it was still early, she found her dad just putting his traveling overnight suitcase in the boot of his car and she only had a little time to talk briefly as Trevor prepared to leave.

“I can’t make any promises but bearing in mind her wish to be involved with the grandchildren, I think she’ll bust a gut to stop Terry’s shenanigans.”

Georgie nodded and gave her dad a wave as he set off for work, firstly in Birmingham then some places up t’ north. She returned to the pub to find Marty sorting through her notes preparatory to going in to the school. She knew that despite Marty’s pregnancy, she was dedicated to getting her science classes through their exams and this meant being well prepared from the very start.

She chatted about Marty’s birth dates and deduced that if everything went without any complications, Marty should complete the Christmas term with time enough to get the kids through their Christmas exams.

“What about Spring term? Are you taking maternity leave?”

“Probably, I know I’m entitled to a year’s maternity leave but I’ve cut a deal with the domestic science department. They usually have a girl or two who get themselves pregnant and have to bring their infants to school if they are to complete their exams. To this end, the Domestic Science (D.S.) Department has a creche were the young mothers and the other girls can learn mothering skills. I’ve already had girls asking if I’ll bring my babies to the creche.

“And?” Georgie raised both her eyebrows.

“If it works out, I will. Let’s not forget that it’s free as the school count’s the baby-care as lessons for the D.S. classes.”

“That’s handy.”

“More than handy, the school’s only a block away from the general hospital. Any emergencies, can be dealt with in minutes.”

As Marty enlightened her partner, they filled the car with all the teaching notes then Marty also left early for the start of the new term. Georgie watched the car disappear down the lane then turned to share a final coffee with Dot and Sam.

“Late start love?” Sam asked.

“Nah, I’m into Bristol first then GCHQ later. There’s a flyer that leaves Exeter at eight.”
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For that whole week, Marty was preparing to start teaching for the Christmas term so by the Friday she felt she had the preparations down pat. On that weekend Beth and Johhny came down but Georgie and Marty were disappointed to see that Beryl and Gemma had not accompanied them.

“What happened, did step-daddy throw a fit?” Georgie asked Johnny.

“Sadly yes,” Beth confirmed. “Lucy and he were still having a row when we left; Gemma and Beryl looked really pissed about it.”

“So, they’ll miss the Friday and Saturday drag nights.”

“Not much we can do about it.” Beth shrugged. Terry’s still got custody and they’re still not turned eighteen yet.”

“What about just slipping away and getting a train to Bristol. We could meet them there.”

“These days, he keeps a tight rein on the money, and he’s become as mean as sin since Georgie ran away. He’s still generous about things he thinks are good or right, but he says he feels betrayed by Georgina’s abscondence. He watches his own daughters like a hawk, especially after he learned that they were bride’s-maids at your wedding.

Beryl and Gemma are always short of bunce now, but they hinted that if Lucy can spot them the train fares, they might be able to get away.”

“It sounds like a bloody prison.” Georgie remarked.

“He’s still seething about the wedding, for you all know he and that oaf Peter are perfect homophobes.”

“If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose both daughters just like Lucy lost you,” Sam observed from the kitchen.

“I dunn’o.” Georgie shrugged. “It’s not as though he’s violent to them, like he was to me.”

“There are other ways of bullying,” Beth opined, “and withholding pocket money is a pretty effective one.”

“So how do we get money to the two of them?” Georgie wondered.

“We could get Lucy to open a telephone banking account for the pair without Terry’s knowledge, then we could wire them money when they want to come down.” Beth explained as she showed Georgie her own telephone banking app.

“You’ll have to speak to Lucy about that,” Dot interjected, “but once again, you’ve got that emotional lever; your and Marty’s babies.”

Georgie let out a sigh as she conceded that Beth’s idea seemed a good one.

“Go on then little Sis, phone our egg donor and see if she’ll agree.

“Why me? Can’t you do it.” Beth protested mildly.

“Not yet.” Georgie smirked. “My no contact thing still has leverage and some distance to run.”

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