“Sometimes, yes he mentions his mother.”
“Okay good. She’d be so proud of him. She loved him to much.” The wrinkles in her forehead smoothed out. “I didn’t know if it was okay to show you the old pictures. I didn’t want to upset him. But I can never read his mood. I don’t know what upsets him. He was always such s good actor. He still is. I don’t want to do anything that would upset him. He’s been through enough. I just want him to be happy.”
“I think he’s happy. He’s writing music and he’ll be touring with Toxic Shock soon.”
“This is good news. He doesn’t come here often. I’m happy he’s swung back for a holiday. I’m happy he has a girl.”
“I’m happy he’s in my life.”
When we returned to the house Jagger had our bags in the room we were staying in. Joann arrived a few hours later and we all sat down to filling hot dinner. I was fond of his unconventional family. Joann was with the police force. Linda was a housewife and she sold fresh fruits and veggies at the farmers market on the weekend.
The property was huge and Linda farmed the vast land in the back. She grew her own food and it was impressive. She was nice and welcoming to me. I wondered why Jagger didn’t mention her much and why he didn’t come here often.
When nightfall came Jagger and I had the quietist sex in the history of mankind. I felt like I was in that movie A Quiet Place. He was able to go slow and keep me quiet while making me come so hard I was sure I would be embarrassed by how wet I got those sheets.
Chapter 32
KATRINA
The morning air was brisk and frigid. I woke up still in the spooning position. Jagger’s was behind me with his dick still inside of me. We both must’ve been tired to fall asleep right after an orgasm and never even change positions any time through the night.
Linda called up down for breakfast. She made so much food there was no way we could eat it all. After breakfast Mandy, Jagger and I went for a walk on the grounds. She skipped ahead of us while we walked a narrow trail on the property.
“I like it here. Your aunt is adorable.”
“She is rather cheeky.”
“The pictures of you as a little boy were adorable. Your mother was really pretty.”
“She wanted to model, dance and act but she got pregnant with me right out of secondary school. I was born and her dreams died.”
“A career is great but being a mother is better for some women.”
“Well her dreams didn’t go to waste. I’m all of the things she wanted to be.”
“And I’m sure she’s proud of you.”
“I just wish she could’ve been here to see it. My mum’s entire face would light up when I got a gig. I got a tele advertisement when I was three. I was a tot but I remembered how excited she was. When I landed Kiddie Kingdom she danced around. She helped me learn all my lines and all the songs. She tried her hardest but she couldn’t play the piano for shit. I learned to play just so she wouldn’t struggle so badly. She had a beautiful voice. She was always so happy and pleased with me. That kind of encouragement is valuable to a young lad. I want a kid of my own. No matter what happened you have to promise you’ll give me that.”
“I will. I promise.”
“You want it too right?”
“I do.”
Jagger took my hand. His smile sent tingly currents into my heart.
“We’re going to be awesome parents.”
I was already an awesome parent but I didn’t have to remind him.
We walked the trail and turned back just in time to be hungry for lunch. We both decided that we would stay another night. Linda was happy to hear it. She made it clear to me that Jagger didn’t visit often. When I asked it about it he just said. “Blending my old life with my new life was sometimes difficult.”
When the sun went down Jagger offered to watch Mandy while Linda and Joann went out dancing at a local pub. We had a tea party with Mandy and all her stuffed animals. We had an early dinner that Linda left for us to warm up. After we eat we went back into the photo albums and took a few snapshots of some of the pictures. I couldn’t be believe Jagger didn’t have any photos of his mother or father. It was like he just left that life behind and stepped into another life. I couldn’t blame him. Losing his mother at ten and his father at thirteen was a lot to deal with. I could see how you would want to run away from that pain.
His backstory just made me appreciate my parents that much more. I really understood why he wanted a child of his own. He was the end of his family. Without a child his entire bloodline would perish. It wasn’t a big deal if you didn’t care about such things. If you did I could see how the thought of everything ending with you could be all consuming.
We sat on the floor in the living room while we went through the old photographs. I noticed there weren’t many of Peter, his father.
“There aren’t many photos of your father.”
“He didn’t like taking pictures. He was usually the one behind the camera. He took a lot of pictures of my mother. He worshipped her much like I worship you. I never understood why he did it.”
“Did it?”
“Why,” He whispered so that Mandy couldn’t hear us. “Killed himself.”
Oh! His eyes were locked into mine and I couldn’t read what he was thinking. I could be wrong but he didn’t look sad. He looked perplexed. I didn’t have an answer.
“Maybe he was mentally ill or
