The International Boundaries Series | Book 2: Deeply Bound by C.R. Misty

Chapter 1
My Assumptions

Here we are you the reader and I the storyteller. Since you are now reading this, my assumption is that you can see where I am coming from or that this story is like looking at a train wreck where you cannot turn away.
Well I promise you this that I have succeeded in gaining everything I wanted with keeping two lovers. One is a secret from the other. Devon gave me a fair chance in getting me pregnant without compromising and so far, it has been good. I am over the morning sickness faze and I am no longer as tired as I found myself in the beginning. I plan to tell the family soon since I am now passed that delicate stage and I couldn't be happier.


I always knew that Josh was in my corner rooting for me. I admit that he struggled with the fact that he couldn't contribute in the way that a husband should to this pregnancy. It took some time and he was always there by my side attending the doctor appointments until finally it worked. He doesn't know that I went to another for help. In fact, he has no knowledge of Devon, nobody does and I plan to keep it that way.
You already know my thoughts on the matter well you are probably wondering what has gone on in the last three months, let me fill you in. 


Josh and I are doing great. Our relationship is on good solid ground. It took some work but I am happy to say that we are now enjoying our time that we have together. Josh is still working lots of overtime but in the time that we do have we make the effort not to fight and we actively work on making the effort to do things together. We make the effort to put our phones down and simply pay attention to one another. We play video games, watch movies, cook and clean. I also have to admit that the sex has become amazing. We try different things, new positions and he has even started going down on me, which had been something that he had stopped doing for years. I love Josh and I know in my heart that he has fallen in love with me all over again.

In terms of my career, work is work, what can I say. The department that I work for is currently downsizing its staff, which means they have cut back on the temporary staff. I don't need to worry as my job is secure. I am permanent but with the reduction in staff, the workload has increased significantly. Everyone that I work with is feeling the extra burden and office life has been a challenge. Colleagues, including myself have been unhappy and it is hard to stay positive when being dumped on with crap in every direction. I know that I need to keep my chin up for the months that I have left before I go on maturity leave and I hope when after I return from the leave the atmosphere will be better. I have learned not to dwell on the negative and instead hope for the positive, which is easier, said than done.
As for my book that I published, I still haven't caught that break. My book is getting a steady viewing, download and purchases but I haven't seen that upswing when a book takes off and launches an author into stardom. I am still hopeful that my time will come because I am steadily receiving good reviews from complete strangers, which always does bring a smile to my face when I read them. I believe that things come in time and I trust that good things will come.

As for my secret, Devon is back at his home in Texas doing great. He is one funny guy I tell yah. Amazing as he is, he wanted to know if I did get pregnant and you already know that I told him. Even though he is just a friend, he couldn't be more thrilled and he is confident that it was his own seed that made it work. It’s nice to know that I truly have him in my corner and I am happy to have shared time with such an awesome man. I feel the same with it being his but I won't know for sure until I see the baby because of that small chance that the donor sperm worked. 


We are still the best of friends and talk pretty well every day and today is no different every time I have something that I am itching to share my Devon is the first to know and today is no different.


Chapter 2

New Things



It is early in the day, about mid-morning and I have settled at my office desk. The computer is on. I have opened up multiple applications and I have organized my work pile for the day. I have returned from the water cooler in the hallway with a glass to sip at my desk. I have just been given some news that affects me and in a good way and I am about to explode. I need to share and who else to share with than my secret friend Devon.

I send a message to him, “Hey you know what? Today all my wishes are coming true. Hear me out this is whacked. I was hoping for a change at work and this morning I found out that I’ve been assigned to work with a new boss without even asking. I was also wishing to have an office with a window and now I am getting one. I was also wishing for more reviews on my book and I received two more emails this morning from people telling me that they are reading my book!

Devon answers back within moments with my phone screen lighting up on my desk. He says, “There you go. The universe is working for you.”
I reply, “It is just nuts how it all works. A woman from New York is doing a review for me. Well we are actually exchanging reviews and the other is a friend. How is your day going?”

Devon says, “Going meh. I’m working on creating an x server to host a calendar server.”

I reply, “Bugs aren’t very fun. I am just happy that I have a couple of tech people that I can go to here and they help me with my own stuff.” I pause for a second and then send another text to Devon, “Since all my wishes are coming true, I going to wish for another Devon Chambers porn to be delivered to my inbox. Do you think the universe will deliver?”


Devon writes, “Yep, I recorded one this morning and will send to you later. It’s nothing fancy but you will like hopefully.”

I smile to myself, and say, “I'm sure that I will thank you.” I don’t know why I say and ask for weird things but I do and I make the demand, “I also want a picture of you sticking your tongue out at me and flipping me the bird.” As soon as I click send, I regret the text but at this point, if I try to delete the text it will delete on my end but not on his.


The office is a steady buzz of the same old things going on with nothing out of the ordinary except that everyone has more work to do with the office cutbacks and the move that I have to do, over to the new office space. This morning I go through my office emails, answering the requests that come in from my clients. They are all routine requests and thankfully, they are quick to complete.

As I work at my desk the odd person walks by saying good morning to me and asking the question, “So when are you moving spaces?” News always gets around quick with our group and it can be a good thing and a bad thing but this environment it is hard to keep secrets because people are chatty. I think that is why I haven’t really become close friends here with anyone.

I am not too withdrawn with the group. I talk to them in the office, say my hellos and make small chat but when it comes to doing things outside of work hours like going out for lunch or being invited to some event after work hours I mostly decline.

It’s not that I hate these people, well that not true, some of them I can’t stand but I do get along with the majority. The thing for me is I am already spending eight hours a day with them and that is more than enough time to spend with them. I also want to keep my family life separate from my work life and I rather leave it that way because like I said before, people are chatty here and I rather keep my family life out of the gossip that goes on in the office.

Lunch approaches and I haven’t received a reply from Devon. I know that he is working so I refrain from texting right now and decide that it is time to start moving my things over to the new office. Just as I start taking down some pictures from my office wall my new boss stops in to see me.
She says in her perky upbeat and mousey voice, “Hey Jordan, so I see that you are already starting to move over to the new office space, how exciting!”

I smile politely and reply, “Yes, I am hoping to get that task done today. I got an email from the Technician this morning. It said that he was going to stop by mid-afternoon to move my computer and telephone line over.”

Her straight chin length blonde hair bounces as her petit body jumps with a clap, “Oh how exciting! Well Jordan I came over to say hello and see how you were doing with things. It sounds like you have everything under control.” I nod and she continues, “This afternoon I will send you a couple of meeting requests. I think it’s a good idea for us to sit down and learn how we both work and how to work together.”

I say, “Yes, that sounds good.”

She claps again and squeals, “Wonderful, well I am off to lunch. I guess that you are going to go for your walk?”

As I have said, nothing goes unnoticed here. Others know that I take walks on my lunch hour. I reply, “Yes, going to get a bit of exercise.”

She says, “Well I love that you do that. I should do that too, but I actually have to run a few errands. My son is coming in from out of town this weekend and I need to buy some things before he arrives. Anyway, we will catch up later. Enjoy your lunch.”

She is already part way down the hall as she says her goodbye and I doubt she hears my response but I say it anyway, “Enjoy your lunch, bye.”

I sigh, she is an older woman, maybe in her early fifties but she has a lot of spunk and is over the top. I haven’t heard what she is like to work for but so far she seems nice. I’ll need to iron out details with her about my pregnancy and maternity leave. I think that she knows about it but I’ll bring it up to her anyway in case that the office gossip has not gotten to her yet. Well maybe not today but I will tell her soon.

I head out for my lunchtime walk. I need to get out. I know that it is early and it is probably my mind playing games with me but I feel bloated. Well I always feel bloated and glance at my stomach as I walk to see if I am starting to show. I think I am. I think my clothes are starting to feel tighter but I am not at the point where I can’t wear my things. I look like I have a little pouch.

As I walk I go through the things in my mind with what I need to do for my novel, like marketing and what to work on next and I glance at my phone screen to see if Devon got back to me.

There is still nothing from him so I decide to text him as I walk down the quiet sidewalk path, “I was kidding with what I said earlier. There is no need to get all shy.” I click send.

Devon writes, “Ha ha, I was just working in SQL hell.”

A red squirrel with a puffy tail crosses the sidewalk into the open field as I continue down the path and I write while walking, “That's why they pay you the big bucks.” I send him a smiley face with my response.

“Doh” He comments.

I ask, “So how is your server coming along?”
He fails to respond right away. I know that he is hard at work and get the impression that he does truly want to chat but can’t so I tuck my phone into my pocket and enjoy my walk in the late summer sun.
After work, once I am home I finally receive a message from him. I wasn’t expecting to hear from him today but smile as the message lights up my phone screen.

He writes, “Meh, it’s trotting along. Drink a glass for me.”

“Devon you are silly. Remember there is a bun in the oven I can’t. I'm like some chick who has been invited to a Super Bowl party and am asking the host to explain the game ha ha ha I know not sexy.” My comment is in reference to his server problems.

Devon replies, “Laughing over here we are both silly. Well I am finally done here so headed home. Not feeling so chipper now, after the flu I just got over I am now fighting a cold too. Some co-workers came to work sick and it sucks for the rest of us here.”

I know that he has forgotten the promise he made earlier so I remind him, “Hey before you forget, I want that video.”

He confirms, “I will send to you when I get home. It’s on my home computer.”

I text him a smile and say, “Okay, well I can be patient have a good night sexy.” I send him a string of kisses and hugs and write, “Rest up, no need to send tonight.”

Devon explains, “I normally don't get sick, but people here have kids in daycare.”


I say, “It could be all that masturbating catching up on you.”

“Ha!”

I say, “I am totally giving myself a full on wax tonight. I am going to be smooth on my camel.”

Devon replies. “Nice and yummy, well I need to drive so I can't think that. Laughing over here, have a great night hottie.”

“Bye sexy, feel better soon and rest up.” I send a smile and continue, “I miss chatting with my guy.”

This conversation dragged out throughout the course of the day and as the final message is sent, I already find myself at home, diner is done and my husband still isn’t home. I put my phone down and decide that I should probably take a shower. Josh won't be home until later tonight.”

After stepping out of the shower, I stand naked in front of my mirror. I think my boobs are getting bigger. They say when you are pregnant they do. I know I am only a few months in but I swear I look different. I feel different, a good feeling but wow I look different to myself. Anyway, I get into one of Josh’s old T-shirts and a pair of pajama pants, comb my damp hair and wrap it back into a towel to let dry.


I settle back in the living room with the television turned on but not really paying attention to the show that is on. Instead I have my phone and I am browsing the social media feed and I am honored again with another unexpected text from Devon.

Devon writes, “Hey there, I sent you a quick review to your email. I am not good at the angles, but oh well.” He accompanies his message with a smile and to play it safe in case that Josh is close by he uses code words. Quick review means personal video.
Like the greedy horny girl that I am, I watch and then re-watch it a few more times before I reply back to him.

I write back, “I Just watched. You are so hard Mmmm and I could hear your whispers, so sexy. Thank you and now I'm soaked...”

He sends a smile and says, “That's the point. Keep that hot box of yours wet.  Hope you have a great night.”

“I would lick and play with that swollen head and you wouldn't be staining your carpet. I would be down on my knees eager to drink cheers!”


He replies, “Yeah. I have been cleaning floors and carpets since knowing you. Hmm wonder why.” He sends me a laugh and I chuckle to myself while reading his last message.
I hear the sound of the garage door opening. Josh is home.

Chapter 3
American Smart Ass

Life is routine, go to work during the day, chat with Devon, go home and either see Josh or don’t because he has picked up extra hours and that’s just it life continues on in routine. Well, it’s not all routine, when I am not working, or talking to Devon or spending the little time that I do get with Josh I write and edit and work on cover design.



I finally finish my book. I know that the last time I had shared news of my writing I was still in the middle of writing it. I admit that the encounter with Devon and getting pregnant put my writing to the sidelines. Now that everything has all happened and that I am getting used to the idea of being pregnant I managed to finish the novel. Like the proud author I am and the fact that I am the kind of person that seeks approval from others, without having Josh to turn to. Not because he wouldn’t read my work, he would if I asked him to, it is just that I am shy in sharing this book with him, partly because I don’t want him to read it and partly because he doesn’t enjoy reading in the first place. I decide who better to ask than Devon and I can also pick his brain with the business of it all since he has been a published author longer than I have.

I send Devon a text, “Hey, I just wanted to run this by you because I value your feedback. I finished Breaking Linesand I am now working on the edits. I already started writing the second book. I'm thinking to have the trilogy completed prior to publishing the first and I'm going to stagger the release dates either by six months or a year between releases. I am also going to register myself as a publishing company. I think I am going to mark the price point at a dollar per book. I know it's low but if it's marked low I may generate more purchases. I know that the biggest obstacle with my first book is finding the audience and I think if the price was more appealing it may generate more readers. What do you think?”

Devon answers back within moments, “That is the right approach. Sell book one for a dollar (looney) and second a little higher.” Devon is such an ass at times. Really, he needs to write “looney” in brackets next to the word dollar. Sometimes I think that he thinks that because I am Canadian I have no concept of North American terminology or that he simply likes to tease. He is an American smart ass.

I reply, “I know I have time to think but I just can't seem to ignore the price point. Okay, well it's a good idea. I am already registered as a publisher but because I want to stay discreet, I need to register a second company to change my name I'll be two publishers so free ISBN's for all! P.S. You are a goof I know what a dollar is. I think this series is going to produce me some fat stacks I'm going to buy a ranch in Texas.”

Devon responds, “Gain the audience first, laughing over here, and save a horse and ride a cowboy?”

I send him a smile, “Yes for sure! I realize that it wouldn't be nice to keep horses on my island so I need property where the cowboys are and live there six months less a day so that I don't lose the Canadian benefits. I have to admit that I am wondering what those cowboys taste like.”

He replies, “Well there are plenty in the state of Texas. Chuckling here.”

“Hey what do you take me for? I just want to taste one and grab his ass.”

“Chase me.”

“Hmm let's see playing hard to get are we? Well, seeing that I know where you live and I know your schedule, I would guess a time to "run" into you and I am confident that I wouldn't need to tie you up or anything. I would do that creepy move confidant that you wouldn't turn away if you said no. I would throw a pair of panties at you and well I guess retreat defeated. You know what, I have never had to chase a guy. They have always came to me.” I send him a smile and continue, “Laughing over here, boy I sound like a creeper. Reality is I Would text you saying I was in town, meet me here and we do whatever.”

“So chasing someone is new huh?” He adds in some laughs.

I admit, “If you turned me down, and I’m not about to be in the habit of chasing someone, I'm just hot for you. Anyway, I would probably become a nun. Actually, that's a lie.” I send him a wink and continue, “I know that I could just give you the look and you would be game.”

He admits, “Yeah. You got me.”

“I have never ever wanted someone this bad. You drive me nuts and I have never been wet this much.”

“Tongue wagging, I am honored. See are friendship is cool. We know each other's limits but know we want to fuck each other's brains out. You have me smiling over here.”

“Yah I like what we have. Even though you are so far away you have made me truly happy again. I smile a lot more now.”

Devon writes, “Good. So can I eat you now?  I’m starving again for your yummy box. I dream of entering you again and watching you get off. Want another taste of you and feel you again.”

I let him know, “You can eat me whenever you visit again. I would be all smiles, eyes closing, sighs and trembling with anticipation.”

Devon admits, “I want to see your chest bounce again too. Love those girls and doggy style you and go to town on you. I'm such a dirty guy. Hell, I would lick your panties dry while they are still on you. You drive me nuts. Wow I love your body features right down to every curve.”

“Your my dirty guy and I can't wait to enjoy you again and P.S. Whenever the coast is clear on your side say the words and I can mail you a pair of panties with my scent on them.”

“I would love that. I would enjoy that while you know what.”

I smile to myself and let him know, “Thought you would.”

He asks, “Can I have them drenched in your scent? I want it to last a while once I know I can get them I will let you know. I know next week Sara is going up north so I have five days available to get them. So I am hoping after work we can FaceTime from email address I will again let you know.”

“Yah I'll make sure that they are soaked. I'll let them dry and then put them in a ziplock (keep them fresh) and mail them to you.” I continue on a second thought, “Nice. So she goes Sunday so maybe Monday or sometime next week we can FaceTime?”
He clarifies, “She goes Sunday.”

I already can’t wait to get to see Devon again. I respond. “Smiling big for the FaceTime.”

Devon says “Okay. Well I am off to a meeting, talk to you later.”
I put my phone away for the moment and take in my surroundings. I’m in my house, its quiet, Josh isn’t here to talk to. I pick up my phone to check for texts from him or anyone other than Devon. Not a single person has messaged me. Is that sad or what? I haven’t announced my pregnancy yet to my family maybe tonight I should. I think again, geez I just don’t want to say it and then lose it. I decide not to right now besides Josh and I should make the announcement together. Another time I guess.

Chapter 4

Piece of Him

I find myself at home alone again for the evening. Josh is working late which is no surprise so I have time to let loose and unwind so to relax I decide that working on my writing is a good way to get my mind off of other things like this thing growing inside me.
I send Devon a quick message, “Hey made it home how’s your work going?”
He usually takes a few moments since he has things on the go so I just leave the window open. Our conversation time seems to be scheduled. He makes time during his work hours to chat with me so that his spouse Sara doesn’t catch him and it’s actually to my own benefit because when Josh is here he doesn’t suspect. Earlier on when this became more than just a friends situation I think for the both of us we were on the path to getting caught. Devon saw that and pretty well made the decision to schedule our time better. It sucked in the beginning because I craved him but over time I adjusted and I think that the relationship, well this weird relationship is stronger today because of it.

Devon is starting to do really well now with his career. He has landed this amazing high paying technical job working for one of the most elite high tech companies in the world. Devon’s new book, the one that when we first started talking he asked me to read a sample, it is now published. I am actually a little jealous to say that he made the best sellers list this past week so now our scheduled talks have been dwindling a bit as he is being pulled in every direction with people wanting a piece of him.
I have mixed feelings about all of it; let me explain because I feel horrible with how this is coming across. I am over the top happy for him, you wish for your friends and family to do well and achieve all of their dreams. When I said the word jealous earlier, I mean more on the level of hoping that my own books are discovered. I know that it takes time and to put it simply is my time has not arrived yet.
Where the mixed feelings come into play is I miss him. I miss the company that he provides me during the day and the fact that I know that I have a true friend on the other side of my text there to support me, love me and just simply have to talk to about anything. With him, anything goes and it is nice. That is the only thing but you know what, deep down I knew that this day would come. Devon is one outgoing, confidant and determined man. There was no doubt that he was going to achieve success and you know what, if our relationship takes a bit of a back seat I just have to swallow it and support him when he needs it.

My love for him is my entire heart and with the gift that he has given me comes a love that I have never experienced. My heart craves for him but because of the entire situation that we are in I think that the time away from Devon is a good thing because it’s allowing me to refocus on my pregnancy, and this life that I am trying to maintain with Josh.

I look back at the chat window that I had opened to talk to Devon. Ten minutes have lapsed but there it is I received a message from Devon, “Hey, it’s going, really busy as usual and the media, I have no idea how they were able to get all my contact information but my phone has been ringing nonstop and my cell phone too. I have had to put it on silent because it’s getting out of hand.”

I answer, “That’s fame for you, wow I still can’t believe that its happening, let me rephrase that. I knew it would happen for you I just didn’t expect it to take off so quickly.”

“Yah tell me about it!”

“So have you accepted any interviews or anything like that?”

“Next week I have a couple of interviews with some major magazines and a radio show in New York City; all accommodations are paid which is awesome!”

“That is too cool. Well I am so incredibly happy for you. I admit that I miss our chat time but you know what, seeing all this happen to you is just amazing and I am living vicariously thru you.”
“Ah Jordan, thank you, it means a lot that I have your support. Please I want you to know before it becomes even more intense with interviews, traveling and promoting this book. If I am unable to talk to you, know that it is not me giving you the cold shoulder or anything. You mean the world to me and I want you to know that if you send a message, maybe I won’t answer immediately but I will always answer.”

“Smiling big, thanks Devon you are such a sweetheart. Well this Canadian girl is cheering for you!”
He changes subjects, “How are you?”

“I’m good, just taking it easy at home and working on my own best seller.” I send him a wink face with the sentence.

“Have you been tossing your cookies?”

“No actually I seem to be passed the morning sickness which is great. The food is actually staying down. I tell yah this little thing inside me was giving me a run for my money.”

“Oh that’s good to hear that you and baby are getting along.” He adds a smiley face to the message. Well Jordan I hate to be the one to call it but this day has just been nuts and I am actually falling behind with my work, I have to get back to it. Ping me later if you need to talk.”

I am sad but I knew that this was going to be a short conversation. I send a final message, “Bye, love you and giving you a butt squeeze for good luck.”

“Hey no squeezing my butt, love you too!”

With that, he is gone offline and I need to let him get back to his work. I open up my documents and get cracking on my own future best seller and just thinking it all thru I need to wish big like he did. I mean truth be told in my own personal life all of my wishes have come true up to this point. The universe has granted my wishes of publishing my own book, it has given me the love that I longed for, maybe in not the most ideal ways but Devon came into my life when I needed him the most and to top it off I am now with child and it’s probably his.

Okay Jordan wish! Well first things first, I wish for a healthy, happy baby, I wish for my Devon and Josh to remain separate. I wish for myself to see success just like Devon is starting to see and with that I can have enough to provide for my family and Josh would not feel obligated to work all the time.
There we go I sent it out into the universe!

Chapter 5
Mountain Tops

Saturday evening is dinner night at my parents’ home and tonight is the night that Josh and I tell them. For over three months, I have kept this from them and that was a challenge in itself. I’m not always the greatest at keeping secrets and something as big as this was really hard to do because I want to just scream it from the mountain tops and tell everyone. Well at least I can finally do it now.

Josh is waiting for me on the living room while I just finish putting on a bit of makeup. I meet him in the living room, I say to him, “Okay I am ready, want to head out.”

“Okay” He answers.

The fifteen-minute drive over to my mom and dad’s place is more on the quiet side and Josh takes notice, he says, “So, what’s on your mind?”

“Oh not much” I say but in reality I am thinking over how I am going to tell them the news.
It is like he is reading my mind. He has one hand resting on the top of the steering wheel as we cruise down the highway. He glances over meeting my eyes and asks, “So are we telling them today?”
“Yes” I put on a brave smile.

We pull off the highway and are now taking the country roads on route to their home. As I look out the window, we pass homes from going thru a small town and then pass by farms with cows out in the pasture, open land and then spots of forested area. It’s funny how when you get nervous at least when I do about something time seems to go by more quickly and this car ride soon comes to an end as we pull into the driveway.

Josh looks over at me, “Wow Jordan, breathe! Maybe we can tell them as soon as we get in the door so that I don’t have to worry about you being nervous all night.”

“I think I will Josh.” I let a huge breath escape my lips.

“See, I am not just for looks.” He smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek and we leave the car, walk to the house, and let ourselves in.

I call for them, “Mom? Dad, where are you?” I can hear them moving about they must be in the kitchen, supper is already in the stove as the house smells like lasagna and garlic bread.

Mom has bent down with the oven door open to gauge if the food is ready, as we walk into the kitchen. She is taking out the lasagna and dad is standing at the counter cutting the loaves of garlic bread. He is the first to great us as we enter the kitchen.

He gives us an enthusiastic, "Hey how is my daughter and son in law?" He puts the bread knife down to put his arm around me in sort of a half hug. 

Josh answers, "We are good and you?"


"Oh I'm good." Dad gives me a sideways glance, half-kidding, as there is some reasoning, "Jordan you are so quiet. Do you not have anything to tell your dad?"


I know that there is no way that he knows that I am pregnant. I'm not showing. His question isn't to get me to spill the beans on my news so to speak it's more of a general inquiry and I know what I am about to say will through him by surprise.

I look at him, smile and shyly answer in a breath, "I'm pregnant."

At this point mom stops fussing with the lasagna and turns away from the stove to face Josh, dad and me, "What?"
I start to laugh, "Mom you are going to be a grandma."


"Oh Jordan come here and as I approach her I see Dad give Josh a handshake which turns into a playful father son hug. She gives me a hug, "Oh sweetheart congratulations."  She automatically touches my stomach I guess that I am going to have to start getting used to this, "How far along are you?"


"Just over three months." I beam and then catch a glimpse of my dad smiling back at the two of us.
All within a second, my nerves of anticipating this entire moment have evaporated and I am standing in a room that is full of happiness and joy. The feeling of nerves brought on by anticipation has evaporated and now it seems so silly to me that I was even nervous about this announcement.


Sitting down to my mom’s amazing lasagna diner is always awesome. It's one of my favorite dishes that my mom puts together, but tonight for some reason the food seems much tastier then I remembered. Conversations are full of laughs and about the good things to come. Josh and I will be first time parents and Mom and Dad are soon to be first time grandparents.

Chapter 6
Good Son

The red eye flight to New York was okay. It was quiet. Sara dropped me off at the airport. She could have come but figured she would just get in the way, which I told her was not true. Anyway there is no sense in arguing with her. When her mind is set it is hard to sway her the other way.

The time that I was in the air I focused on clearing my mind. It's an important interview, so I open up my email and reviewed the questions that they they will ask in the morning. I read the questions but not really because I have already gone over them a dozen times earlier and I know how I am going to answer. I put my phone back into my pocket.

There are others seated around me and the flight attendants are going from seat to seat offering drinks. I watch for a moment and aware of that airy hum that you hear when flying at a few thousand feet.

In the military I used to fly a helicopter but one of these jets doesn't interest me so much. I appreciate the comforts of being a passenger.

My pocket vibrates. I reach in and grab my phone. A message on my locked screen from my son. He texted, "hey dad, Sara said you are already on your way and wanted to say that I'm proud you are my dad. I'll be listening tomorrow online."

He's a good son and I wish I could have been there everyday for him. I was but not in person. When I divorced his mother I was a phone call away and every other weekend I got to see him. He gets it now that he is all grown up and knows that I couldn't be there in person but he knows that I love him with all of my heart.

He is an adult now, going to school and making a future for himself. The divorce with his mother, I think made him grow into the independent man that he is today. He was never one of those kids that were always asking for things, he managed a lot on his own.

I read his text over again. All of these books that I write, I write them to make him proud.

I glance around to see if any flight attendants are nearby. I'm not really sure if I should be using my phone. My son is important to me so I quickly text him back once the attendants have moved away.

"Hey kiddo thanks that means a lot to me. Maybe next time you can make it and we can catch up. Have a good night." I click send and tuck my phone away again. There is no sense in getting ready for tomorrow. I already know the material and besides I need to relax.

I tilt the seat back and close my eyes. I have no clue if I have ten, twenty or thirty minutes but I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I open my eyes to a young, slender woman. Her blonde hair neatly tied back. She is in an airline uniform. She says, "Sir we are landing soon. The pilot has asked to tilt up your seat and buckle up."

I nod, her blue eyes twinkle in the dim light as she smiles and continues to make her way down the aisle. I stretch allow for a yawn to escape and then the message of the plane landing plays over the intercom.

Chapter 7

Wild Fire

News spreads like wild fire over the course of the week. Without me so much as hinting that I am expecting on social media or the extended family, Josh and I only told our parents and siblings and with that I have gotten messages of congratulations and phone calls over the week with so many questions that range from the, "How are You feeling?" To "What names do you have picked out?" Nonetheless, it comes as a surprise with all of the love that we have experienced in these past few days.
Names, wow I am not even sure where to begin? Well, that is not true I sort of do have an idea for a boy name. If I am having a boy, I want to give him two middle names, naming him after the two men in my life but as for first names, I need more time to think.
Hmm I wonder how Devon is doing. I haven't heard from him in a few days. I'm not worried or anything I just know that he has been very busy with interviews and promotion of that bestseller of his. He did say that he would be away but I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss his chats. I daydream for a few moments, wondering what it’s like to experience the attention he is receiving as an author. I wonder how it feels to have your work get the amount of attention his is now receiving.
It is the early evening of a rather long workday. Josh is at work with his second job. He won't be home until after 10:00 PM and I am just relaxing in the living room, eating an egg salad sandwich in front of the T.V. and catching up on all my recorded shows. I finish eating and decide that the recording will have to wait. I am too destructed with thoughts of Devon so I think that it's time to head down to the office and sooth my thoughts with creeping my guy on the internet.
The nice thing with Devon reaching fame is there is usually a new article posted about him and if I am lucky, there are a few photos of him in the article.
My search doesn't fail me and I am rewarded with an exciting article that comes with highlights of Devon's interview and a couple of pictures with Devon and the Media person.
I pause on the picture and take in everything, his smile, the spark in his eye, his masculine square jaw line and his handsome complexion. His short brown hair flicked up in the front. He clearly is dressed in a new sharp looking black suite with a white shirt and an edgy vibrant green tie. I rest my chin in my hand as I look at him. What a sexy man and now I'm wet just thinking of the time we had together. He is so loving and so passionate and his passion not only comes through in his lovemaking but in his work to. I lift my chin from my hands to read the article. The interviewer asked if Devon had imagined his book to take off like it did. Devon's answer reads, "Yes, it's something that every author hopes for and for me I knew that my time would come in publishing this one. I spent many years as a struggling author and with every book that I published leading up to this one I knew that I was getting stronger as a writer and at the same time developing a fan base that would eventually launch me further with the publishing of this novel." I smile to myself because he had shared that thought with me in one of our many chats. From the start, I knew he would amount to something big.
I wander if his spouse Sara went with him on this trip. It’s not hard for me to find that out. Sara is actually much older than Devon. Sara is retired and she spends a lot of her free time on Facebook. I search for her name, find her page and to my surprise it appears that she stayed home? She has a post from last night that reads, "Congratulations to my love Dev on his fantastic interview in New York City. I always believed in you and wish I was there." I close down her Facebook window. I have never met Sara or have spoken to her and she has no idea that I even exist. Her comment bothers me. It feels fake since she has never shown her support for his writing before. I think that she is a genuinely nice woman. I trust Devon's taste in women and believe her to have a kind heart, but I know from Devon telling me that his spouse has never so much as even picked up one of his books. I'm sure that she means well and I guess that's like the tea pot calling the kettle black because Josh hasn't read my work either. Well I guess I have no reason to be irked but I am and wish that she would read Devon's books and with that thought, I get a twinge of pain and wish that Josh would read my own.
I shake the thought and scold myself internally for creeping her wall. Sara deserves privacy and I have no right peering into her life. I close the Facebook window and switch back to Devon's interview pictures to brighten my mood again.
My mood changes back to a more neutral state and I am inspired to work on my own novel, as Devon's success is fuel for my own.

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About the Author: C.R. Misty is currently writing a romance trilogy. Her books are available online at KindleNookKoboibookinkteraOverDriveAmazon & Createspace

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