As soon as Valerie returned back at home from Howards' family mansion, she was lucky her partner Velika hadn't been at home yet. But somebody else was at home. It was Shona, Valerie's daughter, who jumped into her arms once when she came back, followed by a kiss on the cheek as Ms.Volkova pretended like nothing had happened no longer than a half an hour ago.
After kicking off her heeled sandals, she went directly to the kitchen with headlong speed, completely ignoring what was near her like she was the sole thing that existed in this gargantuan, spacious world. Likewise Shona scrutinized her mother as she walked up to the kitchen's doorframe, watching her how she took a cigarette from her box, grabbing the lighter in the another hand as her elbow was upon the covered dining table, holding in her two fingers a cigarette, liting it as she puffed of her cigarette, a dim escaping her mouth and nostrils as the kitchen window was opened, ventilating the stuffy air in the room.
In the interim, the little girl innocently smiled to her mother as her hazel green eyes looked down at the petite figure that observed her.
"Anything wrong, mommy?" Shona questioned as she stepped in the kitchen, sitting against her as she attempted to evade her smoking, not envenoming her very young body with its toxicity.
The red-haired maid just stared at her own little minion as her grimaced face exposed every kind of an emotion that she felt. Especially remorse and guilt. Gnawing her at a snail's pace. She exhaled sharply as she wasn't prepared at all to tell her the ugly truth about the happened in Howards' family today. Her failed attempted kiss on Jude's lips.
Also Shona was the first person and source who gains information from her mother about her daily routine, telling her everything as they were so relative in their mother-daughter relationship.
"How do you think, darling?" She left the cigarette in the ashtray as she placed a hand that supported her head, her hazel green eyes glued to the precious young girl, who was inquisitive to find out what was bothering Valerie.
"Something's particularly wrong." The little girl responded with a reliable smile on her slightly tanned complexion.
"You are so clever, Shona!" She reached a hand to stroke her red braided hair as she runned her fingers through her flossy scalp. Hence, her sole free hand moved to her cigarette as she held it in two fingers, puffing of her cigarette, a dim surrounding her.
"Does it has to do with your amazing friend Judy?"
"From where do you know, my smart cookie?"
"It's visible. Tell me."
"...oh okay!" The young woman sighed a sigh of relief as she gathered sufficient courage to tell her the truth.
It didn't take her longer than a few minutes to explain to her what she had done though she didn't kiss the former nun on the lips, luckily. If she did it, in the contrary she would be in much bigger, grimmer trouble. After her story was being heard by Shona, the young girl was always open minded to her mother, always forgiving every mistake and idiocy that she had done. Instead of blaming her mother, she utterly supported and respected her, regardless how wrong she was back then. Subsequently the little girl opened the topic about what Velika did no longer than a year and half ago.
"Mom, do not blame yourself for this. Becsuse Velika doesn't makes an exception." Shona reached her hand as soon as Valerie responded back with a hand oon he daughter's small, brittle one. "She was worse than you."
"I can recall it. Yeah." Ms. Volkova exclaimed with husky voice as she had already finished with smoking, stubbing out her cigarette in the glass ashtray. A mild but lucid smirk spread on her lips. "When..." She was cut off by her daughter who kept on with the sentence.
"When she returned back at home from night shift with lipstick stains on her shirt with tobacco and alcohol fragrance, reminding your nostrils of something suspicious. Doesn't she?"
"Yes, exactly. I just forgave her with bitter tears and cracked heart." The red-haired woman admitted frankly as she had flashbacks from the happened a handful of years ago. The heart breaking feeling hit her reluctantly as she smiled through welling tears. She was strong woman, of course. She had been through a lot of affliction, nevertheless she needed some time to weep.
"But you shouldn't. She broke your heart but you coped with the pain, letting her to take a part of your life again."
The young lady wiped her own tears with a thumb as her slightly tear stained face dried abruptly.
"My goose is cooked when either she finds out or I tell her directly."
"Then tell her. Better than hiding it beneath your secretive heart and to observe your weird demeanor with weeks and months as she suspects you, being questionable."
"...I am hesitating." She sighed fatigued as a forearm wiped her sweaty forehead, closing her eyes as she gaped at the ceiling." You are right. It will rescue me and you rather than tolerating a cheater. " Alternatively the young woman came to the conclusion as she figured out what her daughter meant. In spite of the tough choice, she didn't give up at all. The Howards forgave her but what about her lover Velika? Would she embrace it?
After the negotiation, they got from their chairs as Valerie crouched down, hugging tightly and warmly her daughter that clasped her both wee arms around her nape of the neck, burrying her head in the crook of her neck, smellimg her flowery hair scent as her youthful nostrils betrayed her.
***
After the comfort between Judy and Timothy, Judy rested her head on his lap as her body laid on the goth sofa, her hazel eyes encountering chocolate ones. With a broad, radiant smile on her lovely, glistening face. As his mammoth hand managed to stroke her soft golden hair, whilst the another one cupped her chin, cupping it. Her hands rested on her upper thighs, speaking to each other, discussing how are they and their day passed as well.
All of a sudden, during their verbal chat, Jude's hands timidly, slowly reached for his shoulders to pull off his navy blue T-shirt from his head as one of his hands moved out from her hair to her one that was on his shoulder, interrupting her.
"Sorry, honey. But how about to save it as a cherry for the cake before bed?"
"No problem, my love."
He leaned his head as he pressed his lips to hers as he cupped her cheek, whilst her hands abided on his shoulders, gripping them as she pulled his closer to him, scarcely dividing an inch. Their had a hard time breathing as their kiss intensified and they became more aggressive, their tongues starting dancing against one another as Timothy managed to bite her bottom lip as she moaned softly. Thereafter Jude's hands moved from his shoulders to his back, traveling all over his muscular back, whilst his lips moved from hers to her neck, planting feather and sensual kisses, followed by nibbles as her moans were embarrassingly louder including his while his arms were wrapped around her shoulders.
Their romantic, sensual moment didn't last for longer as Jude relished the moment her head laying on his laps as he stroked her soft hair, combing her honey curly strands.
Later that day...
As the couple had bathed Ellie and Tristan, feeding them, changing their diapers and garments, putting them to sleep in their special room, taking a shower before having sex and bed, they laid on their king sized bed naked as they watched through the half illuminated room's opened curtains the colorful fireworks in the sky with broad smiles across their lips, smug ones. They had such a splendid day especially in the end of the day. Combination of cuddles, love, kisses, hugs, great sex, spending time with their beloved children and most of all before falling asleep under their silk blanket, watching the aesthetically magnifying scenery of fireworks in the summer nocturnal sky.
In the meantime, they were cuddling as Mrs.Howard's head rested on Timothy's toned chest, her wild glossy golden hair tickling his delicate skin as her hand rested on his abs as he clasped a big, muscular arm around her shoulder, feeling each other's breaths. She looked up at his chocolate eyes as he overlooked her, looking out at the window with its majestic scenery that fascinated them.
"Happy 4th of July, my love!" Running her thin, smooth fingers caressing every inch of his creamy, barely tanned flesh especially his abs as she exclaimed with euphoric voice, smiling to him as he looked up at her, chocolate eyes meeting hazel, admiring her sex appeal, beauty and every feature of hers with a broad, genuine smile.
"Happy 4th of July to you too, my rare bird!" He bended his head to kiss her temple, throughout her dazzling naturally rosy-coloured lips.
"I love you, sweetheart!"
"I love you too, darling!"
Eventually they continued to contemplate the alluring, esthetic landscape, feeling much safer, more gleeful, warmer as united bond.
To be continued...