There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 31

"I had no reason to be shy. He had seen me naked in the shower. We sleep naked in the same bed together."

"Stop, you left that part out. When did that happen?"

"One night we took a shower, and he totally blew me apart. He left me in the shower to get me a glass of water and a cold compress. He woke me up so tenderly, I didn't want to be alone. As we were returning to our rooms, I followed him into his.

I asked him, "Is this bed big enough for two?

He said, "Only if we snuggle."

We've been sleeping together ever since.

"Okay you may continue."

The next night when he came home I was wearing an apron, because I was just finishing dinner. He walked in, kissed me, and went to freshen up. I put his beer on the table, along with the frosted glass, and as soon as dinner was finished, I plated it, put on the vegetables, and set it on the table. I cleaned up the kitchen area, as he walked in and sat down. I took off the apron, folded it, and walked into his view. I was freshly trimmed, and completely naked. He choked on his beer."

"You've been a busy girl today, haven't you Laura?"

"You know how things can happen, you're doing one thing, and in order to do it properly, you have to remove another thing. So there's no sense putting it back on. Since the other thing wasn't on yet, there was no sense putting it on anyway. Look at all the work I saved myself in doing laundry."

"If you look at it that way, I must agree. You must give my complements to your hairdresser, because a beautiful job was done in an area I truly love."

"Dammit Adam, dinner is going to get cold because of you. I need a shower, and I need it now."

He picked up our plates, put them in the oven, set it on warm, and we were in the shower in less than 60 seconds. I love that man, I never thought I would love any man, but I love Adam so."

"This discussion is to be continued later. We are at the mall. Let's get me a dress quickly. Gentlemen, did you enjoy my sister story?"

When they didn't answer, Anna tapped the driver on his shoulder.

George took his earbuds out, and said, "May I Help You Mrs. Day?"

"I hate you Laura, you made them put their earbuds in so they couldn't hear you."

"George has been my eyes and ears since I've been 12 years old. I don't have to tell him anything, he knows when something personal is going to go on. He tells everyone what to do and when to do it."

Anna said, "You would have enjoyed the story George, she is finally growing up."

"Yes I know, and she's doing it beautifully. I'm going to miss her terribly when she leaves. My next assignment will not be anything like she was."

"When I leave George you will never have to work again unless you want to. My lawyers have instructions to take care of everyone that has been on my protection unit, but most importantly you, because of what you've meant to me."

"Thank you Laura, it has been my honor."

"Wait a minute, your money is supposed to come to me. Why are you squandering it on people you barely know."

"Barely know? Anna what is my foot size?"

"How would I know, I don't steal your shoes, plus you have bad taste."

"What is my shoes size George?"

"8 ½ narrow ma'am."

"Since George knows my foot size, should I give my money to him, or my sister who says I have bad taste?"

"Your sister dummy, because we shared a womb together."

"Robert was in there too. I should at least split it between the 2 of you."

"His harem would get it eventually, when he dies of a heart attack early in life."

"They are giving him core, and aerobic exercises every day, 4 times a day, and probably four on one every night."

"Shopping!"

"I thought you changed. What time did we have to leave again?"

"We have to leave by 1 o'clock to be to the at the hotel by 2 PM."

"I guess we're going to be fashionably late."

"This Doctor is very important to our mother. She will kill both of us if were late."

"Why didn't you tell me that before Laura?"

"I told you we had to leave by 1 o'clock didn't I?"

"Okay keep your panties on. I will take the first dress I see that fits, and we will be gone."

"George, tell my husband to have my dress ready, and have everyone at the other end move out at 1 o'clock. We will catch up to them."

"I'll take care of it Laura."

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It was 2:30 AM Saturday morning, when my phone rang. It could be only one person calling me at that hour, and I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

"Dycke, you son of a bitch, don't you sleep during regular hours. Where the fuck is that psychiatrist of yours? I'll buy you another one if need be, but I have a party to go to this afternoon, and I would like to get some rest."

A tiny voice responded.

"I'm sorry I'm calling so late Doctor Luck, but my mom just went to sleep a little while ago. I wanted to be sure she was sleeping, before I tried to call again. Do you think you could wake up Gordon so I could speak to him for a little while?"

"I'm already out of bed, and on my way to his room."

"Thanks dad."

I shook my son's shoulder. "Gordon, Gordon, wake up, wake up. Zoey is on the phone. Zoey is on the phone and she wants to talk to you. Are you awake now?"

"What time is it dad?"

"It's almost a 2:45."

"Why is she calling at this hour?"

"She wants to talk to you, and her mother just went to sleep. She doesn't have many openings during the day to call you. Do you want me to hang up, or do you want to talk to her?"

"I want to talk to her, but could you get me something to drink, my throat is raw. Where is the phone?"

I handed him the phone and went to get him a drink. By the time I returned, he was sitting on the floor, with his back against the bed, and his eyes were closed, as he listening to Zoey's voice. There were tears running down his face as she spoke to him. I stopped, went to the bathroom. I returned with a large fluffy towel, and his glass of orange juice. I didn't hear him utter a word. All he was doing was listening. Her voice was hypnotizing him, as it did in the past. There had to be something Dycke and I could do to get these two children back together. They belonged together. They knew it. We knew it, and deep in her heart, I believed Payne knew it too. All we have to do is prove it to her."

As I was closing his door, I heard Gordon speak his first words, "You are 18 years old. I could walk up to you, take your hand, and we could leave. There is nothing your mother could do to stop you. We could have the police there to watch us leave. We would be doing nothing illegal. She is keeping you captive, and by making you stay with her."

I closed the door knowing my son was right. It might even be the best way for us to handle this situation. It would keep Dycke and me out of it, and hopefully save their marriage.

Dycke had another card up his sleeve, the sneaky bastard, and he was going to play it on Christmas Day. He was getting as sneaky as I was, and if I didn't watch out, there were going to be 3 of us in my bed. Jennifer was mine. He better keep his hands to himself, permanently.

The bishop, on the other hand, was a totally different story. We were going to have to fine-tune him to the point he would tell the truth, almost. Clergy doesn't lie well. So if they feel as if they are telling the truth, it comes out morally believable.

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I was up for breakfast at 8:15 AM, and there was no sign of Gordon. Jen was still sleeping peacefully, and it was just me, and my 2 youngest boys.

"What would you like for breakfast today boys?"

"Something easy dad, how about steak, and eggs?"

I sighed. "That sounds good to me."

I took out the steak we had for dinner the previous evening and put it on the cutting board. I preheated the oven, and took breakfast rolls, and a large bowl of eggs from the refrigerator. I put 2 medium-size bowls near the eggs and put a mesh strainer over one of the bowls. I told the boys to go wash their hands. They screamed with joy, because they knew what I was going to allow them to do.

It was a messy job, and they were going to make it messier.

When they returned they stood by me and showed me their hands, both sides. I knew they scrubbed up to their elbows, because that's where the soap bubbles ended. I dried them off, brought them to the table.

"Crack the eggs, and open them into the bowl with the strainer. Put the shells in the other bowl. Don't worry about the shells that fall into the strainer. I will get those later. I want you to crack 20 eggs. That means 10 each. There will be no arguing. You keep count Richard, you are in charge."

Richard's eyes beamed at me. I had made him a 'General' in one sentence. He was going to lord it over Holden until the 20th egg was cracked. Then, they would be equals again. How disappointing that was.

Richard took 2 eggs out of the bowl, placed one in front of his brother, and the other in front of him. He said you may begin. With the greatest of care, Holden cracked his egg placed it in the strainer and put the shells and the bowl. Richard tried to emulate his brother, but his egg shattered, and giggles pursued. I couldn't watch any longer. I smiled, turned, and went back to cutting the steak, and preparing the remainder of breakfast.

At 8:50 Jennifer walked into the kitchen, and headed for the coffee. I poured her a cup, added to her milk, and stopped her from turning around.

"Dear, stand here and enjoy looking out the window. It's a beautiful morning, and we have 3 hours before we have to start dressing for the wedding."

"What happened to my kitchen? It was spotless when we went to bed last night. It doesn't smell as if anything burned. What happened in here that you're going to die for?"

"Holden and Richard come here please."

"Jen put your coffee down, and look at your son's."

"What the fuck happened to the two of you?"

"Daddy let us crack the eggs for breakfast, and some of it got on us."

"Did any of it make it into the bowls?"

"Yes, lots of it did."

"Show your mother how much got into the bowl with the strainer."

Richard brought the bowl over and showed it to his mother. It was one quarter full."

"They did pretty good Even. How many eggs did they use?"

"3 dozen."

"3 dozen eggs, and this is all we have to show for it?"

"Not really, a lot is on them. Some is on the kitchen floor, and some is on the chairs, and bunches of it are on the kitchen table. I am totally to blame, but when I saw Holden pick up an egg, fire it at Richard, and it hit him square in the chest, I started laughing, and couldn't stop. However, it may take a while to get the eggshells out of Holden's hair, because Richard retaliated. He walked up to his brother, with an egg in each of his hands, and mashed them into his head and hair."

"I'm sure it must've been hysterical. Was our other son involved in this?"

"No he's totally innocent. He's been on the phone with Zoey since a little before 3 AM. She called just after Payne went to sleep."

Jen asked, "Have you 2 miscreants had breakfast yet?"

"Yes mom, we had steak sandwiches."

"I'm so pleased for both of you. Go to the bathroom; touch nothing on your way there. Turn the water on in the tub, and make sure it's hot. Take off your clothes and put them directly into the hamper, not on the floor, not any place else, just the hamper. Climb into the bathtub, and sink all the way down to the bottom and get your heads very wet. Put shampoo on your heads, and try to get some of the egg out of it. Do not get out of the tub until I inspect you. No one else can give you permission to get out of the bathtub, not even your father."

Our boys said, "Yes mom," and went to hug her.

Jen screamed. "I told you not to touch anything, and that includes me."

The boys left the kitchen, and ran to the bathroom. They were laughing as the water was roaring into the tub.

Jen yelled, "Don't forget to take your clothes off, and put them in the hamper."

Holden replied, "Even if they're wet?"

She sighed. "Leave them on the floor; I'll pick them up after I kill you."

"Okay mom."

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"Jen, I only wish I had a movie camera with me at that moment. It was the funniest thing I have seen in ages."

"I hope you have that much fun cleaning it up."

"I know it will be a chore, but thinking of the boys having so much fun will last me a very long time."

"Sometimes Even you could make a girl cry."

"Does that mean you'll help me clean up?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. Can I at least get my good morning kiss?"

"Just a kiss, no touching, because I know where that will lead."

"How about a quickie?"

"How about a blowjob instead?"

"Thanks mom, but I don't think dad would approve."

"Gordon, you're a dead man."

"Mom you offered, I turned you down."

"Even, if you don't kill our son, I will."

"He does have a valid point dear. Promises were made, and he refused, good son that he is."

"Both of you are going to die, long slow agonizing deaths."

"What the hell happened in here? Who won?"

"I believe it was Richard, because of his height advantage."

"What were they using?"

"Eggs."

"You let those two crack eggs mom?"

"Do you think I'm that crazy? It was your father's idea, and he has to clean up this mess. What happened with Zoey?"

"She loves me. She wants to be with me, but she doesn't want to hurt her mother. She's caught between a rock and a hard place, and she doesn't know what to do. I told her she could just walk away, because she's 18, but she won't do it. There's got to be some way to make her mom understand that she's breaking Zoey's heart by keeping her captive."

"Dycke and I are working on it Gordon. We have three irons in the fire, and hopefully one of them will get through to Payne before we have to pull Zoey away from her. One way or the other, she is going to be on that spacecraft with you."

"Thanks dad, I needed to hear that right now."

"Will you help me clean up the kitchen?"

"No. I've been up all night, and I need some sleep before we leave for the wedding this afternoon."

"Nice try Even, get to work before you need a blowtorch to get the egg off the kitchen table."

"I never did like that table. I think I'll buy you a new one."

"Even get to work."

"Yes dear."

She stood in the corner of the kitchen, and watched my every action. She never lifted a finger to help me. She was right about blowtorch. Getting dried egg off a wood table was a stone cold bitch. 90 minutes later, I finished, and I was very happy with my work.

Jen smiled at me. "You would've been finished an hour ago if you put water on the table, and let it soften the egg. For an incredibly smart man, sometimes you are as thick as concrete."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You let the boys make the mess. You enjoyed watching them make the mess. I enjoyed watching you clean up the mess. Why would I tell you a way to make it easier? It's the most fun I've had in weeks."

"Woman, you are evil. I put my heart and my soul into cleaning this kitchen for you, and then you tell me there is an easier way to do it. I believe retribution is in order. Defend yourself."

"Even don't touch me. You already have me pregnant, and we have a wedding this afternoon. The two boys have been in the tub for ninety minutes, I think they should be pruned by now. I have to feed your fourth child, and the woman who is carrying it. Now leave me alone, or feed me."

I reached for the large bowl I had taken out of the refrigerator quite a while ago, and looked at the remnants. I looked up at Jennifer with evil in my eye and asked, "Would you like eggs for breakfast?"

"You wouldn't dare Even."

"Are you daring me Jennifer?"

"It would take me two hours to get my hair done for this afternoon, and there is still the question of the boys."

"I'll take care of me, two, and three. Try to take care of you, and four."

"Did you stay up all night thinking that up?"

"No, my wife told me recently that I am an incredibly smart person. I thought that up very recently."

"Don't push it Even; there is always the couch to sleep on."

"Don't you think it would be a little uncomfortable now that you're pregnant?"

"That would be two rooms between you and me. Even with holes in all the walls, and the length of your monster, you still couldn't reach me. It all balances out in the end."

"Jennifer, you are just mean. I can't wait until you're sexually deprived towards the end of this pregnancy. We will see who laughs last."

"Now who's being mean Even?"

"Me."

"Bastard."

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The remainder of the morning and afternoon was a rat race for everyone involved. However, with police escorts being paid thousands of dollars per hour leading the way, and then waiting for them to lead them home, everyone made it to the Hyatt, with seconds to spare. The only guests who were early were William, Jemma, Dan Morgan, Lucius Canyon, Jack Daniels, and Paul Zachary.

When the managers were informed of William Zabo's arrival, they rushed to greet him. He brushed them off like dust on his shoes.

"Where is the maker of this feast? Where is Maximilian? I wish to thank him in advance for this glorious event."

The managers could not get out of each other's way as they rushed to get the chef. When they told him Mister Zabo wished to see him, he would not go without Chef Metzler at his side. To him it was a matter of protocol, and even though there was some debate about it, he prevailed.

They walked out of the kitchen, side by side, with their tall hats on their heads, and as William saw them approaching, he laughed.

"You can't stay out of the kitchen can you Arturo?"

"I try, but it's a hard habit to break. How are you my old friend?"

"I am as frisky as ever. How are you, how is your leg?"

"I'll never go skiing again, I'll promise you that."

"That is an excellent decision. Otherwise, they will remand you to making soup. Maximilian, I did not mean to leave you out of this conversation. I did not know Arturo would be here, but I am pleasantly surprised to see him."

"The chef is the head of the Worldwide Hyatt Culinary Division. We all try to emulate him, but none of us is as good as he is. When he told me he was available for this event, I jumped at the chance to learn from him. I will only be with him for a few days, but I will assimilate everything he tells me, and add it to my cooking knowledge."

"Maximilian is one of our finest chefs, and he is too self-deprecating. Everything you see, and eat tonight will pass through his hands, not mine. All I will be doing is helping get things set up for him. He has done a magnificent job for you, and Doctor and Mrs. Finch. I am sure you will be very pleased with tonight's event."

"I am sure everyone will be very pleased. Where is Jemma? I wish to introduce you to my wife."

Lucius said, "She's not feeling well William. She's in the bathroom vomiting."

William had a look on his face that Lucius picked up on instantly.

"William, please tell me she's not pregnant. I'll kill you if she is."

"Did you bring your gun to this event?"

"No, but I can go home, and be back here in an hour."

"That gives me enough time to rent an airplane and go into hiding."

"Won't you ever learn to leave that woman alone?"

"You say that like it's my fault."

"What's your fault grandpa?"

"Anna, what a wonderful surprise. You look absolutely radiant. Where is Cloudy?"

"I just beat the shit out of him for telling mom I am pregnant. I wanted to do it at my own time and place. I wanted to knock her panties off, and he just blurted it out. When he did, I grabbed his balls and squeezed. The last I saw of him, he was on the ground groaning, with mom and Laura trying to help him."