Colleen – chapter 02 – part-05

The honeymoon wasn’t an extravagant trip. Because of Colleen being so close to the time of giving birth, we couldn’t travel very far or be gone for too long. We left on Sunday morning to drive up the coast for a couple of hours to Carmel where we had rented a bungalow on the beach for the week. By Wednesday night we missed the girls so much that we decided to cut the trip short and was back home Thursday afternoon.

Friday morning, Colleen and I were in the attorney’s office starting the paper work for me to adopt Meghan and Molly and legally change their last name from Wilkowski to O’Conner.

One month later, with me holding her hand, Colleen Margaret O’Conner gave birth to Brigid Fiona O’Conner.

But this time, I was an old experienced hand in the maternity ward. I was on my way back from the cafeteria with two cups of coffee for me and Colleen when I passed a young couple in the hallway that looked to be barely out of their teenage years. She was wearing an open robe over her hospital gown and looked to be ten months pregnant. He was much taller than she and had his arm around her, helping her to move along very slowly. He had a look of panic in his eyes as though he might bolt for the door at any second. I stopped and handed him my cup of coffee.

“Here, you’re going to need this much more than I will.”

Having a new born in the house was not that new for us any more, it was just part of our daily routine. Noelle was now eleven months old and immediately took notice of the new life form that had invaded her territory. Colleen was sitting in the rocking chair with Brigid in her lap when Noelle toddled over and stared at the first person she had ever seen that was smaller than she. Noelle squealed “BeBe,” clapped her hands, bent over and kissed her sister on the cheek.

Molly immediately stepped in and took over the care of Brigid, impatient that she couldn’t move onto her room right away. When it came to Noelle and Brigid, Colleen and I are the parents, but Meghan and Molly are the guardians. The sisters’ bond between the four of them is stronger than any I have ever seen.

There are certain images that are burned into my memory. One of those images is when I was in kindergarten and sick. I had some type of virus and was in bed for a couple of days, weak and not able to do much of anything. To this day I can see Colleen sitting on the edge of my bed, wiping my face with a washcloth and then reading me my favorite story. Another image I have is when I was about eight years old. I walked into the livingroom on Christmas morning and there next to the tree was a bicycle with my name on it. Standing next to the bike was my Mom and Dad, the joy in their smiles just as big as my own.

But there is one mental picture that I keep pulling out to look at. It was the day after Thanksgiving when Brigid was just a few days old. Outside it was cold and dreary, everything inside was warm and we were wrapped in the cocoon of our house. I was standing in the dining room and looked through the archway into the livingroom. A blanket was spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace and Meghan was helping Noelle play with her blocks. Molly was lying on her stomach, watching and laughing. Colleen was sitting in the rocking chair with her blouse unbuttoned while Brigid nursed at her breast. Colleen was humming softly to Brigid as she alternated her attention between her daughter in her arms and her daughters on the floor. Occasionally she would look in my direction and give me the gift of one of her contented smiles.

I love my family.

Now, with four kids in the house we had to address a specific logistical issue. We became the first family in the neighborhood to own a minivan.

The same afternoon that we brought Brigid home from the hospital, Colleen grabbed a red marker and walked over to the kitchen calendar. She counted off eight weeks and raised her hand to circle the date when I grabbed her wrist. I moved her hand down to the following Friday and wiggled the pen until that date was marked.

“Bobby, what are you doing? That’s nine weeks, not eight.”

“I know, but what day is that?”

She looked at it for a second then broke into a huge grin. “My birthday, I like the way you’re thinking.”

“This year you are having a special birthday,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

Colleen’s response to this was to give me her contented half smile and a hug. “Just do what you need to do, I can’t wait.”

I had been thinking about this for some time. My part of the settlement after the divorce had been a little over $7,800. Somehow it seemed like tainted money to me and I hadn’t wanted anything to do with it. I was earning good money at work plus Colleen had her income from her illustration jobs and Bill’s insurance. We hadn’t needed to use any of the blood money from Barbara. All of this time it had been sitting in a mutual fund account collecting interest. Because of the rising stock market it was now over $13,000. I knew what I wanted to do with it.

Our parents had taught us to be careful with money. The four of us kids aren’t cheapskates, but we don’t spend money on frivolous extravagances either. We save our money and surround ourselves with comfortable things without living in debt up to our armpits.

Now, I was going to spend the dirty money on something that was outrageously expensive for no other reason than to celebrate Colleen’s birthday. I had already spoken to Mom and the twins and they were saving that date to help us celebrate. When I told Colleen what I had in mind she felt my forehead to see if I had a fever.

About ten miles outside of San Miguel is a large rambling farmhouse. The descendants of the original owners from the gold rush era had expanded the structure and modernized the utilities without changing the charm of the architecture. It was no longer a working farm and the house had been converted into a restaurant and named after their great-grandmother, “Gypsy Sally.”

It is also the only five star restaurant between Los Angeles and San Francisco. There was a one year wait to get a reservation and many people planned their vacation itinerary around the reservation. It was the type of restaurant that did not have prices on the menu, but the cost at the end of the evening was about the same amount as a down payment for a house. I talked to Harold Peterson, he made few phone calls and got us a reservation on Colleen’s birthday.

The nine weeks wait meant more time spent with my face between Colleen’s thighs – not that I was complaining. But as her birthday drew closer, the more excited we became. This was going to be the once in a lifetime extravaganza.

One of the things that I had done was to hire a limousine. The limo picked up Mom plus the twins and their wives and brought them to San Miguel. This way they would not have to be concerned about the hour long drive back to Santa Teresa at the end of the evening. After they had arrived at the house, I ushered everyone into the livingroom where we waited for Colleen to finish getting ready.

As we stood around making small talk while we waited, I observed once again that the women in the O’Conner family were beautiful. Mom is an older version of Colleen with golden blond hair and deep brown eyes. Tonight she was wearing a pair of black silk tuxedo pants with a white silk blouse and a strand of pearls around her neck. We could all see where Colleen had got her curves and good taste from. Mom also had a while silk shawl with a twelve inch fringe around her shoulders.

Sharon is five eleven, only slightly shorter than Mike. Her medium brown hair is straight and falls down her back to her waist. Most of the time she wears it in a single thick braid but tonight it was hanging free with just a hint of a curl. She was wearing a jade green dress that accented the golden glow of her skin tones. The dress floated around her figure and was cut to fall below her knees, showing just the beginning cleavage of her ample bosom. Sharon was a big woman and while she would never be considered fat, she would never be accused of anorexia. Her Norwegian Viking heritage was obvious.

Mi Lin is five-six and thin. Her hair is jet black and hangs like a thick mass of shining silk thread, curling under at her shoulders. Her dress was a deep navy with a slit on one side that went from her calf to a couple of inches above her knee, showing just a hint of her thigh. The mandarin collar accentuated her slender neck. Her dark almond shaped eyes contrasted pleasantly against her fair skin.

Sharon and Mi Lin were roommates in college and double dated the O’Conner twins on a dare from one of their friends. The date must have gone well because within the year, the four of them were married in a double ceremony. Jimmy and Mike were just as much in love with their wives as I was with Colleen.

Jimmy looked at me and smiled. “Nice suit. Let me guess, Colleen picked it out, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

Mike laughed. “Because it fits and it doesn’t look like you slept in it last night.”

They were right. Colleen had insisted that if we were going to do this we were going to do it right. She had gone with me to buy a new suit and spent an hour telling me to be quiet as she conferred the tailor while I tried on various options. My reward for being patient during this ordeal was a couple of hours of incredible toe curling sex that night after the kids were in bed.

Colleen kept us waiting for only a few minutes before she entered the livingroom. This time even Mike and Jimmy’s jaws dropped when they saw their sister. I had not seen what she had chosen to wear before this very moment. I stood there speechless. In all of the times I had seen Colleen dressed up for an event, I had never seen her this stunning.

Colleen had designed her dress herself and had it custom made for her. As in everything she does it was clean and simple in its line but in its’ simplicity it was stunning. It was a sheath dress but had been tailored to fit Colleen like a glove. It skimmed along every line and curve of her body but was not so tight that she couldn’t breathe or move around.

The dress was made of black silk velvet that seemed to reflect the light everytime she moved. The shoulder straps were wide and it was cut low in a scoop across her chest revealing about three inches of her cleavage. It was the lowest neckline I had ever seen Colleen wear. The bodice of the dress was constructed so that her breasts were held together but still allowed them to sway gently as she moved about. In was cut so that the back of the dress was six inches below her shoulder blades.

It was obvious that Colleen was not wearing a bra.

The hemline of the dress was about four inches above her knees and had a six inch slit on top of her left thigh. This slit gave her the freedom to move about without being constricted. She wore a pair of sheer nylons that were silver in color with a sparkle to them and a pair of low heeled shoes that were held on by a series of tiny straps.

Her nail polish and lipstick matched in bright deep red, a shade that our father used to call “Harlot Scarlet.” The hosiery was sheer enough that we could see that the toenails matched the color of her lips. Depending on how the light would hit her, Colleen’s appearance would change from simply tasteful to highly erotic and back again.

Colleen, Mom, Sharon and Mi Lin were congregated on the other side of the room from us, commenting on each others clothes as Jimmy, Mike and I were drinking in all of the beauty that was standing there.

Mike looked at Jimmy and I and whispered, “Is it legal to have so many beautiful women in one spot?”

Jimmy answered in his own whisper, “Gentlemen, I hope you brought your clubs because the animals out there are going to try to steal our women tonight.”

Then all four of the women turned to look at us. This reduced my brothers and I to incoherent morons. The image of Colleen, Mom, Sharon and Mi Lin standing there smiling at us is one that is burned onto the retinas of my memory forever.

Finally Mom said, “Mike, will you do the honors please?”

Mike reached inside of his suit coat and drew out an envelope and handed it to Colleen.

“Happy birthday Colleen, this is from all of us.”

Colleen read the papers she had pulled out of the envelope and smiled. She handed them to me and said, “That is great, thank you guys so much.”

Mom and the twins had paid for a weekend for two at the Saint Francis Hotel in San Francisco and two advance tickets for the De Vinci exhibit that would be opening at the Legion of Honor Museum that same week, an exhibit that had already been sold out for six months.

Sharon was smiling when she said, “The weekend is for two, maybe Meghan or Molly would want to go with you.”

Colleen only grinned. “No, I have a date with my husband that weekend. I think I can probably talk him into going with me.”

I looked at her with a serious expression, “Only if you promise to be nice to me. Come here, I want to give you my present.”

When Colleen was standing in front of me, I bent over and opened the drawer of the end table. I took out a small box that was gift wrapped with a large pink bow. I had spent months looking for this gift and was nervous about how Colleen would react to it. Colleen pulled the end of the ribbon untying the bow and peeled off the wrapping paper. She held the small box in her hand and smiled at me before lifting the lid. When she saw what was inside her eyes grew larger and she gasped.

“My god Bobby, they’re gorgeous.”

Colleen held out the box for everyone to see what was there. Inside was a pendant necklace with matching pendant earrings. The stones were teardrop shaped and were the deepest dark red that is only found in the purest of rubies. Everyone was ooohing and ahhhing and Mike slapped me on the back.

“What do you know, you’re not as tasteless as we thought you were.”

Jimmy was laughing, “Damn you Bobby, now I’m going to have to take Mi Lin shopping tomorrow.”

Colleen stepped over in front of the mirror that was above the fireplace. She hooked the earrings in place, turning her head from side to side admiring how they looked.

“Bobby, come here and do the necklace for me please.”

I stepped behind her and could see the huge smile on her face in the mirror as I fastened the clasp at the back of her neck. I whispered into her ear, “I can’t give you the rest of your present until everyone is gone.”

The pendant hung down midway between her neck and the beginning of her cleavage and lay against her chest. The contrast between Colleen’s soft creamy skin and the deep rich red of the ruby was arresting. Colleen turned and put her hand behind my head, pulling it down until she could whisper in my ear.

“Thank you husband.”

“I love you wife.”

Colleen shifted her head until her lips were in contact with mine. My mouth opened and Colleen’s tongue slid inside and began its dance of love. My arms went around her, one around her back and the other slowly sliding down until I could cup her ass. Colleen kept one hand at the back of my head, running her hand through my hair as the other went around my waist. Slowly she brought her leg up, the inside of her thigh massaging the outside my own as she hooked her calf around mine. Our groins were together and we began a small gentle rocking motion.

“AHEM”

I was startled by the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat. We immediately released each other as I spun around to face the room.

Mike and Sharon had suddenly discovered that the top of the lampshade was the most fascinating thing they had ever seen. Mi Lin was looking down at the floor with her hand shading her eyes and Jimmy had turned his back and was staring at the ceiling. Mom was standing there, staring with large saucer sized eyes and her mouth opening and closing like a guppy. I could feel more that see the color in Colleen’s face turning a bright red to match my own. After several seconds that seemed like hours of embarrassment, Mom spoke.

“Will you two try to control yourselves! Colleen, go fix your make-up. Robert, you have lipstick all over your face.”

Mom only calls me Robert when she is near the snapping point.

Like two small children that had been caught being naughty, Colleen and I slipped into the bathroom to repair the damage.

Once we arrived at the restaurant and the meal was begun, we understood why it had the reputation it did. There were a total of ten tables in the room but each one had the atmosphere of being the only one there. The staff was quiet and unobtrusive; the only thing for us to do was enjoy the meal and the pleasure of our guests. The experience was proving to be worth every penny. As the waiters were serving the desert I looked down at my watch. I thought that we had been there for only an hour or so and was surprised to see that more than three hours had passed.

As we began the desert course, Sharon asked the question that we had all been wondering about.

“Margaret, how are things going with you and Dutch?”

Dutch was the husband of Mom’s best friend. Lydia had died a few weeks before Dad and Mom and Dutch had turned to each other for support during the grieving period.

“Oh, things are going fine, not much new.”

“Do you think that you and Dutch will ever marry?”

Mom gave a gentle laugh. “Good heavens no. Dutch is a dear friend and one of the sweetest men I know, but it’s never going any further than what it is now. We both agreed that we’re just not interested that kind of relationship, we’re simply not attracted to each other that way. All of our dates are when one of us has to go to some function and we need someone to keep the sharks at bay. Once you reach middle age and suddenly become single, it’s amazing how much the rest of the world thinks of you as fresh meat. But we did agree that once we turn seventy-five, if we’re both still single, we’ll become roommates just so we can have someone to talk to at night.”

Colleen asked, “Do you think you’ll ever remarry?”

Mom smiled. “I don’t know, I don’t really thinking about it. But if I did it would have be someone very special. Your father set a pretty high standard.”

We were all lost in thought for a moment as we individually remembered Dad. Mom was still looking down at her plate when she spoke.

“I would like to say something.” Then she looked up. “First I want to say Happy Birthday Colleen, you look absolutely radiant tonight.”

“Thank you Mom.”

Mom paused for a moment then took a deep breath before continuing. She glanced at everyone around the table before settling her attention on Colleen and I.

“I don’t know quite how to say this correctly so I guess I’ll just jump right in. When you two first came to us with the news about Noelle coming, I was not pleased, but you are my children and I will never turn you away. Since then, and especially after Brigid was born, your brothers and I have had a lot discussions and they have pointed out a lot of things that I had never seen before. I don’t know how your father and I were so dense as to not see how much you two have loved each other your whole lives. But I do see it now and I’m OK with what you’re doing. Family or not, I’ve never seen two people who care for each other like you two. Mike and Jimmy, that goes for you too. Nothing makes a mother happier than to see their children find the person they love and give me such wonderful grandkids. If your father were alive, I think…no, I know that he would be very happy. What I’m saying is that…that I am sorry for being so late to say this but you have my blessing. Keep making each other happy.” Mom’s voice was too filled with emotion to continue so she stopped speaking.

Colleen, Sharon and Mi Lin each sat with tears in their eyes. Then Jimmy spoke. “Mike and I feel the same way you guys, happy birthday Colleen.”

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