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Davey took Jules over to his parents' and they were so pleased to see him, even though Davey had never mentioned coming by for a visit. He just made that up because he didn't want Litzy to be too offended that he had to get out of there ASAP so he could process this news.
He figured he should've known there was a reason she could be so kinky sometimes, and though he loved that about her he didn't want to know that she gained her skills from the clientele of a strip club. She went to school in Kansas so they were probably all fat cornfed middle-aged pervy country bumpkins in plaid shirts with big belt buckles and tight jeans. It was just plain disgusting. How could someone as special as her just throw themselves away like that? Spending their nights being ogled, groped and objectified and peddling lapdances? And that was just the work she did that was on the level. There was no telling what else she'd done. Private parties? Sex shows? How could the woman he imagined in those roles make a good wife and mother? If someone came to him and asked him if they should marry an ex-stripper he would say no. And yet somehow he had found himself in that predicament.
While his mother was doting on the baby he took his father aside in the kitchen and told him about the situation.
"Dave, when you love someone you forgive," Paul said. "I thought you loved her."
"I do, of course I do. But that's why it bothers me so much. I guess I'm just disappointed. I thought she was better than that."
"And she is. Now. Isn't that what really matters?"
"I dunno...everytime I think of the things she must've done it makes my skin crawl."
"Nobody's perfect. You've made mistakes, too."
"Yes, but I never sold my body to strange men for money and drugs."
"No, but you had a lot of support. She had none."
"Why are you defending her?"
"Because I like her. She loves you and she gave you a son. I don't want you to miss out on something good because you can't let go of her past."
"Do you want me to get married that badly that you would overlook anything? I could probably tell you she was a serial killer and you wouldn't care," he joked.
"I do want you to get married. I'll admit it. But setting that aside, Dave, the woman deserves a second chance. And you have to think of the future. Your mother and I won't always be here."
"What does that mean?"
"I just...I trust Litzy to be there for you. You must, too, since you asked her to marry you."
"Why did you say that like that? That you won't always be here?"
"No reason, I'm just reminding you of the inevitable."
"What's going on, Dad?"
"Nothing."
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing!"
"You know I'm not gonna let it go. Do you want me to go ask mom?"
"No! Listen, son, we didn't want to tell you this until...well, your mother didnt want to tell you because she knew how you would take it and this has been such a happy time for you..."
"What is it? What's going on? What's wrong with mom?"
It took him a long time to speak. It seemed he had to work up the words. Or maybe he had to work up the courage to say them.
"She has breast cancer."
The words hit him like a ton of bricks. He was devastated. He had never expected anything like that to happen to his mother. Not his mother.
"W-well, aren't there treatment options?"
"The doctors say we discovered it too late. It's spread to other areas."
"Oh..my...God," was all he could say.
"We tried surgery, but that's when we found out the extent to which it had spread. There was nothing they could do."
He didn't know how to respond. He'd always known somewhere in the back of his mind that his mother would die someday but he never expected it would be so soon. He wasn't ready. But then again, he would never be ready. He needed her. He could feel the tears threatening to rise up, but he didn't want to cry in front of his father.
"How long does she have?"
"Not long. Six months at the most."
Davey winced and swallowed hard, trying to force the flood of emotion back. Six months was so very little time.
"You don't know how happy you've made her, giving her a grandson. And she says she'll be happy if she can just see her son's wedding before..."
"Dad, how could you not tell me this?" he asked.
"She asked me not to. And you can't tell her you know."
"How can I not?"
"Find a way. This is what she wants. She just wants to see you taken care of. She said she can go peacefully then."
Before he could say anything his mother walked in the room.
With Litzy.
"Look who came by," Penny said, happily.
Litzy gave him a cheesy grin, but he could tell that she had been crying.
"What's going on in here?" Penny asked. "You two look so serious."
"Ah nothing, Penny. Just a little man-to-man talk. Why don't we give these kids some privacy?" Paul asked.
The two of them left, most likely to go play with Julian.
Davey looked at Litzy, unable to believe that she came there after he'd asked her to give him space, but at the same time really glad that she was there. He felt like he was about to unravel at the seams and seeing her was holding him together.
"Davey, I know you don't want to talk to me right now, but I want to talk to you," she said.
"I'm listening."
"I am so sorry for not telling you sooner about that part of my past. I don't like to think about it let alone talk about it. I was so young then and things seemed to matter so much less. Life was moving so fast then, I never considered that one day I might have a beautiful son with a wonderful man, and the way I lived my life back then might matter to them. It hurts me to have disappointed you. But please don't lose faith in me. I love you /so much/. And I promise you I will be the kind of wife that you want. All of that is behind me. All my priorities have changed. I just need you to know that all that matters to me is you and Julian."
He couldn't deny it, he was completely won over. How could he stay mad at her? Even with puffy red eyes she looked like a goddess to him. She had her hair up somewhat like she had the day he married her. She'd wanted it to be somewhere remote and exotic so they'd chosen the Phillipines and had a very small private ceremony. But it was still one of the happiest days of his life. In his heart she was already his wife, the ceremony in February would just make it known to the world. But she was his now, and his father was right, no matter what she'd done in her past she was worthy of a clean slate.
She had forgiven him for many things over the years. The birthdays and special events he'd missed because he was too busy, unreturned phone calls when she really needed him (once again because he was too busy), and for his latest and greatest offense - walking out on her after they'd made love for the first time. And here she was standing there so earnestly pleading for him to forgive her for something she did years ago, before she'd even met him. It just didn't seem fair to her. And no matter how much he might disapprove of her past, the truth was...he couldn't imagine his future without her.
"Come here," he said, holding his arms out for her.
She rushed to him and he held her tight.
"Family is the most important thing to me, too," he said. And as soon as he said it, he thought of his mother. He wanted to tell Litzy what was going on, but he couldn't. Not there. He would have to wait until they were home and had some privacy.
Litzy kissed him, softly, and he kissed her back. They got a little caught up in the moment and had probably been standing there kissing for some time when Penny came into the kitchen. They broke their kiss but not their embrace.
"Getting started on my second grandchild?" she teased. "I would like a girl."
"Oh goodness no," Litzy laughed. "I don't intend on visiting Labor and Delivery ever again."
"What?" Penny asked. shocked.
"Well one is enough. Right, Davey?" she asked, looking up at him.
He didn't say anything, just kissed her temple. He thought it would be nice for Julian to have brothers and sisters to play with, but it was her body. Ultimately it was up to her to decide whether she would or would not have any more babies.
"Well, Julian is such a blessing," Penny said. "He reminds me so much of you, Davey, when you were a baby."
He just kept thinking about the news he'd just learned and how he couldn't even talk to her about it. One day soon she wouldn't be there for him to talk to at all. The thought alone made him feel hollow inside and made his stomach tie in knots.
"Mom, I'm gonna head home, I think," he said.
"Oh, okay. Do you think I could keep Julian tonight?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's fine by me. Litzy what do you think?"
"Sure. He should spend time with his grandma."
'Especially since he won't have long with her,' he thought.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Litzy asked him, looking truly concerned. He realized he must have looked as sad as he felt.
"Nothing," he shook his head. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Call us if you need anything," she told Penny.
"Oh I think I can handle it. I raised this one," she said, kissing Davey on the cheek.
"He's so reserved," Litzy said. "He must've been a good baby."
"Ha. Hellraiser."
They all chuckled.
"I was good," Davey pouted.
"Sure you were, sweetie," Litzy said, humoring him.
He figured he should've known there was a reason she could be so kinky sometimes, and though he loved that about her he didn't want to know that she gained her skills from the clientele of a strip club. She went to school in Kansas so they were probably all fat cornfed middle-aged pervy country bumpkins in plaid shirts with big belt buckles and tight jeans. It was just plain disgusting. How could someone as special as her just throw themselves away like that? Spending their nights being ogled, groped and objectified and peddling lapdances? And that was just the work she did that was on the level. There was no telling what else she'd done. Private parties? Sex shows? How could the woman he imagined in those roles make a good wife and mother? If someone came to him and asked him if they should marry an ex-stripper he would say no. And yet somehow he had found himself in that predicament.
While his mother was doting on the baby he took his father aside in the kitchen and told him about the situation.
"Dave, when you love someone you forgive," Paul said. "I thought you loved her."
"I do, of course I do. But that's why it bothers me so much. I guess I'm just disappointed. I thought she was better than that."
"And she is. Now. Isn't that what really matters?"
"I dunno...everytime I think of the things she must've done it makes my skin crawl."
"Nobody's perfect. You've made mistakes, too."
"Yes, but I never sold my body to strange men for money and drugs."
"No, but you had a lot of support. She had none."
"Why are you defending her?"
"Because I like her. She loves you and she gave you a son. I don't want you to miss out on something good because you can't let go of her past."
"Do you want me to get married that badly that you would overlook anything? I could probably tell you she was a serial killer and you wouldn't care," he joked.
"I do want you to get married. I'll admit it. But setting that aside, Dave, the woman deserves a second chance. And you have to think of the future. Your mother and I won't always be here."
"What does that mean?"
"I just...I trust Litzy to be there for you. You must, too, since you asked her to marry you."
"Why did you say that like that? That you won't always be here?"
"No reason, I'm just reminding you of the inevitable."
"What's going on, Dad?"
"Nothing."
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing!"
"You know I'm not gonna let it go. Do you want me to go ask mom?"
"No! Listen, son, we didn't want to tell you this until...well, your mother didnt want to tell you because she knew how you would take it and this has been such a happy time for you..."
"What is it? What's going on? What's wrong with mom?"
It took him a long time to speak. It seemed he had to work up the words. Or maybe he had to work up the courage to say them.
"She has breast cancer."
The words hit him like a ton of bricks. He was devastated. He had never expected anything like that to happen to his mother. Not his mother.
"W-well, aren't there treatment options?"
"The doctors say we discovered it too late. It's spread to other areas."
"Oh..my...God," was all he could say.
"We tried surgery, but that's when we found out the extent to which it had spread. There was nothing they could do."
He didn't know how to respond. He'd always known somewhere in the back of his mind that his mother would die someday but he never expected it would be so soon. He wasn't ready. But then again, he would never be ready. He needed her. He could feel the tears threatening to rise up, but he didn't want to cry in front of his father.
"How long does she have?"
"Not long. Six months at the most."
Davey winced and swallowed hard, trying to force the flood of emotion back. Six months was so very little time.
"You don't know how happy you've made her, giving her a grandson. And she says she'll be happy if she can just see her son's wedding before..."
"Dad, how could you not tell me this?" he asked.
"She asked me not to. And you can't tell her you know."
"How can I not?"
"Find a way. This is what she wants. She just wants to see you taken care of. She said she can go peacefully then."
Before he could say anything his mother walked in the room.
With Litzy.
"Look who came by," Penny said, happily.
Litzy gave him a cheesy grin, but he could tell that she had been crying.
"What's going on in here?" Penny asked. "You two look so serious."
"Ah nothing, Penny. Just a little man-to-man talk. Why don't we give these kids some privacy?" Paul asked.
The two of them left, most likely to go play with Julian.
Davey looked at Litzy, unable to believe that she came there after he'd asked her to give him space, but at the same time really glad that she was there. He felt like he was about to unravel at the seams and seeing her was holding him together.
"Davey, I know you don't want to talk to me right now, but I want to talk to you," she said.
"I'm listening."
"I am so sorry for not telling you sooner about that part of my past. I don't like to think about it let alone talk about it. I was so young then and things seemed to matter so much less. Life was moving so fast then, I never considered that one day I might have a beautiful son with a wonderful man, and the way I lived my life back then might matter to them. It hurts me to have disappointed you. But please don't lose faith in me. I love you /so much/. And I promise you I will be the kind of wife that you want. All of that is behind me. All my priorities have changed. I just need you to know that all that matters to me is you and Julian."
He couldn't deny it, he was completely won over. How could he stay mad at her? Even with puffy red eyes she looked like a goddess to him. She had her hair up somewhat like she had the day he married her. She'd wanted it to be somewhere remote and exotic so they'd chosen the Phillipines and had a very small private ceremony. But it was still one of the happiest days of his life. In his heart she was already his wife, the ceremony in February would just make it known to the world. But she was his now, and his father was right, no matter what she'd done in her past she was worthy of a clean slate.
She had forgiven him for many things over the years. The birthdays and special events he'd missed because he was too busy, unreturned phone calls when she really needed him (once again because he was too busy), and for his latest and greatest offense - walking out on her after they'd made love for the first time. And here she was standing there so earnestly pleading for him to forgive her for something she did years ago, before she'd even met him. It just didn't seem fair to her. And no matter how much he might disapprove of her past, the truth was...he couldn't imagine his future without her.
"Come here," he said, holding his arms out for her.
She rushed to him and he held her tight.
"Family is the most important thing to me, too," he said. And as soon as he said it, he thought of his mother. He wanted to tell Litzy what was going on, but he couldn't. Not there. He would have to wait until they were home and had some privacy.
Litzy kissed him, softly, and he kissed her back. They got a little caught up in the moment and had probably been standing there kissing for some time when Penny came into the kitchen. They broke their kiss but not their embrace.
"Getting started on my second grandchild?" she teased. "I would like a girl."
"Oh goodness no," Litzy laughed. "I don't intend on visiting Labor and Delivery ever again."
"What?" Penny asked. shocked.
"Well one is enough. Right, Davey?" she asked, looking up at him.
He didn't say anything, just kissed her temple. He thought it would be nice for Julian to have brothers and sisters to play with, but it was her body. Ultimately it was up to her to decide whether she would or would not have any more babies.
"Well, Julian is such a blessing," Penny said. "He reminds me so much of you, Davey, when you were a baby."
He just kept thinking about the news he'd just learned and how he couldn't even talk to her about it. One day soon she wouldn't be there for him to talk to at all. The thought alone made him feel hollow inside and made his stomach tie in knots.
"Mom, I'm gonna head home, I think," he said.
"Oh, okay. Do you think I could keep Julian tonight?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's fine by me. Litzy what do you think?"
"Sure. He should spend time with his grandma."
'Especially since he won't have long with her,' he thought.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Litzy asked him, looking truly concerned. He realized he must have looked as sad as he felt.
"Nothing," he shook his head. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Call us if you need anything," she told Penny.
"Oh I think I can handle it. I raised this one," she said, kissing Davey on the cheek.
"He's so reserved," Litzy said. "He must've been a good baby."
"Ha. Hellraiser."
They all chuckled.
"I was good," Davey pouted.
"Sure you were, sweetie," Litzy said, humoring him.
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