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And today was special because we got married earlier this afternoon, the big man and me, our hands joined together in love, hearts beating in unison. No, it wasn’t a shotgun wedding, a spur of the moment thing. Because no, I wasn’t pregnant and yes, we’d wanted to let the dust settle a bit. It’d taken a while for everyone to come around, for people to accept that I was seeing a man much older, who was my ex’s father at that.
“What?” gasped my mom. “Why? What has New York done to you? It’s the big city,” she sobbed into the phone. “Come home, Ally, come home to Minnesota, this never would have happened if you’d stayed here for school.”
And I shook my head, my expression pained although she couldn’t see.
“No Ma,” I said softly. “It has nothing to do with location and I’m not coming home. I’m staying here, I’m moving in with Rob Martin, and yeah, he’s Jonah’s dad, but it’s okay.”
That only made my mom cry harder.
“Baby, it’s like you’re living in some kind of Woody Allen movie where old men prey on their stepdaughters. It’s not real, it’s not real life. Come home, Daddy will splurge on a plane ticket.”
But I just shook my head again, my voice gentle but firm.
“No Mom, it’s not what it looks like from the outside. Rob and I are in a loving relationship, a real relationship, and I have to go with my heart leads. Besides, haven’t Woody and Soon-yi been married for twenty years now? So it can’t be all bad, right? It’s been a long time since their scandalous beginnings.”
But my mom couldn’t hear reason, sobbing brokenly into the phone.
“Oh Ally, Ally,” she cried. “What did I do wrong as a mother? It’s the big city doing this to you, they have no morals, no ethics, we should never have let you go.”
And after a few more minutes of pleading, I hung up softly. Because my mom was my mom, and she’d never see how much I loved Mr. Martin, how much he loved me, how we were a couple, a real couple, and not some weird circus freak act. Because the truth is that we have an amazing relationship, our bond strong and true. Despite our unexpected beginnings, our love is real, we’re two parts to a whole, his assertive alpha male qualities complementing my softer, feminine instincts, and we belong together one hundred percent. So I threw myself into our loving, head over heels for this man, and Rob Martin, alpha male extraordinaire, feels exactly the same way about me.
And things had been easier with Jonah, of all people. Rob’s son had taken the news more gracefully than my parents, who were likely still holed up in Minnesota, grieving. Because surprisingly, within a week, Jonah seemed to have forgiven and forgotten. The forgetting part was the oddest, almost like he and I had never happened, we were never a couple. I guess his BDSM lifestyle was his primary concern now, and it was easier being out, no longer hiding what he really craved, how he got off. So we were back on speaking terms almost immediately, Jonah acting his usual adolescent self, smarmy and know-it-all, although there was improvement.
“Oh yeah, I’m meeting Sarah later,” he threw out casually as the three of us sat down to dinner.
Mr. Martin and I exchanged looks. There was only one Sarah, there could only be one Sarah, and sure, we were a little alarmed, we wanted the boy to be safe, but also knew that there was only one thing to do.
“Enjoy yourself,” I said softly. “It’s the new you, the real Jonah, who you’ve always wanted to be. We support you in this exploration.”
And Rob, ever the pragmatist, added, “Do you need money? I heard her services aren’t cheap.”
So after that conversation, it seemed things were more or less fine, the three of us going about our lives, Jonah and I still in school although I’d moved out of the dorms and into Mr. Martin’s apartment. Not that Jonah had any choice, because Mr. Martin and I had discussed his son. What if Jonah didn’t accept us? What if he disowned his father, treated me like trash?
But Mr. Martin was adamant.
“My son is a fuck-up in many ways,” he acknowledged, “but he’s an adolescent boy.”
“We just have to give him time,” I agreed softly, trailing my fingers over the big man’s chest, savoring the hard bronzed body. “Some time will do the trick.
And the big man groaned again, shifting a little as my cunt squeezed him tight.
“Honestly baby, when your slutty pussy is wrapped around me like this, I’m ready to give my son the big middle finger, who the fuck cares when I’ve got a woman as good as you?”
