Sookie and I have gotten pretty settled at the house. She’s still off work for another three days, but I’ve been back at the bar for a week. Chow did a great job while I was out, but it feels good to be home. I feel… freer now that I’ve gotten all of that shit about my drug use off my chest. The only other thing I would have to tell her about is the amount of fucking I’ve done in my lifetime. That’s not a conversation I think we’ll ever have and I’m perfectly fine with that.
Speaking of fucking. Since I’ve been back to the bar there’s been a tiny little blonde girl sitting at the end of the bar. Always alone, always staring at me like… I don’t know, but I feel violated by the time I’m off work. It makes me a lot more uncomfortable than it would’ve a few months ago.
Since it bothers me that she’s staring at me anytime I’m on the floor I decide to go over to that end of the bar to serve. I don’t see what she’s drinking but she usually has something dark in front of her. I’ve told Sookie about her and she just makes fun of me for having a pretty ass.
“Hi, is there something I can get you?” I ask her as I approach. It’s a Tuesday and we’re not very busy.
“Oh, uh, no,” she blushes. “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Okay,” I nod. “You’re drink is almost empty,” I point out. “Would you like a refill or some water?”
“Yeah, I guess another Diet Coke won’t hurt,” she says.
I nod and turn to get her a new glass of diet coke. I don’t know too many people that go to a bar to drink soda, but whatever. When I turn around I take in the way she looks. She sits straight up, has a teeny tiny waist and huge fake boobs. Her hair is naturally blonde and her eyes are crystal clear blue. She’s definitely someone I would’ve fucked four months ago.
“Here you go,” I smile. “Anything else?”
“No, thanks,” she says. She doesn’t touch the glass but her eyes are searching my face.
“Something tells me you’re not so sure,” I say honestly. “Quite frankly, you’re making me a little uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “It’s just… I’ve waited for this for a long time and a lot of people have tried to talk me out of coming here to… I’m sorry, I know I sound nuts.”
“A little,” I chuckle. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?”
She takes a deep breath and says, “My name is Summer Donovan… my mom’s name was–”
“Ginger Donovan?” I ask as my veins run cold.
“Yeah,” Summer nods. “You’re Eric, right?”
I nod as I look away. “I’m not interested in hearing anything about that woman,” I say. “You can go now.” I don’t know what the fuck this girl wants or what she’s trying to sell, but I want none of it.
“I’m not here for her,” she says. “I just… I never knew my dad and she died two months ago. You’re the only family I ha– I’m sorry. It’s not your problem. I’ll leave.”
I stay quiet as I look her over. This girl is my… sister. I’ve only ever had Grams and it’s not something I can wrap my head around very easily.
“Come,” I bark and turn to head toward my office.
Summer follows behind me. When we get to my office I point to the loveseat so she knows she can sit.
“This is going to take me a minute to process,” I say as I sit behind my desk. I pick up my phone and send Sookie a text message telling her I’ll probably be home a lot earlier than expected before I toss the phone on the desk.
“I’m sorry to spring it on you, but there’s no way to ease you into it,” Summer says.
My text alert goes off.
Angel: I’ll tell the mailman to make it a quickie xoxo
I shake my head and reply.
Me: This is one of those nights I want you to tell me to stay away from the fucking booze. I love you, Angel. I’ll be home and I’ll need you.
“What do you want?” I ask Summer.
“I just wanted to let you know I exist. I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me after this but I needed to see you,” she says.
Angel: I’ll be here. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE BOOZE!!!!!!
Me: I am…
“Now I know,” I sigh. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I hate the fucking cunt you called a mother. To me she was an incubator, that’s it.”
“That’s okay,” she says. “I’m not here to sing her praises or try to change your mind about her.”
I stare at Summer for a moment before I ask, “How long have you known about me?”
“Since I found pictures of you when I was four.”
“She had pictures of me? Why the fuck would she have pictures of me? How old are you?”
“I’ll be twenty-seven in December,” Summer says. “A woman named Pam used to send them in a birthday card every year at the end of August, but Mom’s birthday was in March.”
“Pam sent pictures…” Fucking hell. She told me she had no idea where Ginger was when I asked about her after Dad died. “So, you were good enough to keep, or did she just not have anyone to push you off on?”
“I can’t answer that,” Summer says quietly.
“What kind of mother was she?” I ask, truly curious.
“Not the best. Boyfriends and drugs were always a bigger priority most of the time. She spent a few years in jail before she died.”
Like mother, like son. Of all the things to inherit.
“I uh… I don’t know what else to say right now. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this…”
“It’s okay.” Summer stands up and comes over to the desk to put a piece of paper on it. “That’s my phone number and address. I’d really like the chance to get to know you, but if this is it… it was nice to at least meet you.”
I pick up the paper and look at it. She has neat handwriting, is my only thought.
“I’ll walk out with you.” I pick up my phone and keys. Chow is here and he knows if I disappear he’s in charge. I don’t think I can talk to anyone at the moment.
Summer and I walk out the back door and I walk her over to her car. I’m not angry with her, I’m angry at the situation. She seems like a sweet girl, but until I get to know her; if I get to know her, I’m not going to pass any judgment.
“I’ll be in touch,” I tell her. I don’t know if I will be, but it feels like the right thing to say.
“I hope you will be. Take care of yourself, Eric,” she says sincerely and opens her car door. I notice a car seat in the back.
“You have a kid?” I ask. Hopefully if she does she’s a better mother than The Cunt.
“Hunter. He’s seven months old,” she tells me. “He’s my sunshine.”
“Good to know,” I nod. So I have a sister and a nephew I didn’t know about. “Um… do you have a picture?” I don’t know why I asked to see it, I just have to.
“Are you kidding?” Summer snorts and pulls her cell phone out. She shows me a picture of a chubby blond baby with big blue eyes and a jack-o-lantern smile.
“Oh wow,” I whisper. “He’s adorable.”
“Yes he is and he knows it, too. My boy is a great big flirt… like his daddy,” she finishes with a hint of annoyance. “Hunter is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“That’s good to hear,” I smile at her for the first time. “Are you and his dad together?”
“Not even a little. He was a one nighter. He doesn’t even know about Hunter,” she tells me.
“Looks like we both picked up something from Mommy dearest,” I sigh. “Sorry…” I apologize when she frowns.
“I didn’t tell him because I knew he wouldn’t stick around,” she says. “Not that you’re in a position to judge me.”
“I wasn’t trying to… There’s a lot we need to learn about each other. I should go.”
Summer nods. “You know how to find me now. Take care.” She gets in her car and shuts the door.
I watch as she drives away. I go to my car and sit in the driver seat for a few minutes.
Me: Get B&J out of the freezer. It’s either that or I’m bring a bottle of Jack home.
I start my car and take the short trek home. When I pull into the garage Sookie is standing at the door with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s with a spoon poking out of the top. I love this girl so fucking much.
“I love you,” I whisper as I walk up to her. I take the ice cream from her hands and wrap my arms around her.
“Well if you have to be involved in a tawdry three-way with two dudes I’d rather it be Ben and Jerry than Jim Beam and Jose Cuervo,” Sookie says.
“Me too,” I say as we walk into the house. We take a seat on the couch in front of Penny. I don’t even look at her. Instead I set the ice cream down and rest my head on Sookie’s lap. “I have a sister… she came to the bar tonight.”
“Whoa… you… I thought… whoa,” she stammers. Her fingers run through my hair in a slow, soothing way.
“That’s pretty much how I feel about it. Her name is Summer and she’s your age…”
“Wow. How’d she find you?”
“I assume she Googled my name. It’s not hard to find me these days. She’s known about me since she was four… Ginger kept her and Grams knew where Ginger was,” I finish quietly.
“I’m sorry, babe,” she whispers.
I turn and bury my face in her stomach. I feel like I should be crying or feeling… something, but I’m numb. I kiss her belly and close my eyes.
“I love you,” I tell her again.
“I love you too.” Sookie keeps stroking my hair and her other hand rubs my back. “Are you going to get to know her?”
“I don’t know, maybe. Should I?” I ask, looking up. “She seemed nice enough and she has a son… his eyes look like mine.”
Sookie smiles at me and says, “This is a chance at some of the family you never thought you would have. Ginger made some terrible choices, but none of that is Summer’s fault. Plus, Summer can maybe answer any lingering questions you have about your… about Ginger.”
“She was a drug addict,” I tell her. “According to Summer she focused on men and drugs. I hate that even being raised away from all that it’s the same place I ended up.”
“But you got smart and you got clean,” she reminds me. “You had to make a lot of wrong choices before you made the right ones, but that’s the important thing, Eric. You learned from your mistakes. It sounds like she didn’t.”
“I’m going to have to talk to Grams. I think that’s what upsets me the most. Grams knew where she was and purposely allowed me to think she had no clue. I guess she sent Ginger pictures every year for my birthday. I don’t know when it stopped, but that’s how Summer learned about me.”
“Maybe she was trying to protect you,” Sookie suggests.
“Maybe she was,” I agree. “I don’t want to talk about it. I think we need to put the ice cream away. I want to go shower and lie down.”
“I’ll take care of it. Go on up. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay.” I sit up and go straight up the stairs, stripping my clothes off on the way. I don’t even care that I’m leaving a trail. I’ll have to apologize to Sookie later for making a mess. I step into the shower and turn on the water as hot as possible. When I had the bathroom replaced I had the hot water heater replaced as well with one of those that heats the water as it comes out.
I still don’t know if I’m going to call Summer, but Sookie seems like it’s a good idea. I have a lot of questions for her. I want to see if she’s a better mother than Ginger and if she’s serious or if she’s just trying to get something from me.
I pick up Eric’s clothes as I go up the stairs. He’s just standing there in the shower but I decide to give him some space to work things out. This is a huge bomb that’s just been dropped on him. I’m happy he’s not dealing with it in a self-destructive way.
While he stands in the shower I put on a nightgown and get into bed. I feel bad that I don’t really have any answers for him, but this is a decision he has to make for himself. Getting to know his sister could be good for him but it’ll probably dredge up a lot of painful things too. I’ll support him either way, of course.
Eric comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later with a towel wrapped around his hips and a blank, zombie-like expression on his face. He dries off and then lies down next to me with his head on my chest.
“Feel better?” I rub his back slowly. I really don’t mind cuddling him right now.
“I don’t know,” he answers.
“You know I’ll support you either way, right?”
“I do. I love you for that,” he whispers and tilts his head to kiss my breast through my nightgown.
“I just want you to be happy,” I tell him. “You deserve that much.”
“I’m glad I have you here. If she would’ve showed up four or five months ago I don’t know what I would be doing right now. I certainly wouldn’t be curled up in bed…”
Not like this, anyway.
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.
“Just be here with me.” He shifts so his head is level with mine and he turns my face to his so he can place a soft kiss on my lips. “I know I can count on you for anything and that means more than you know.”
I smile and whisper, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You can always count on me.”
“Take off your nightgown and lay on me. I want to feel your skin on mine,” he whispers back.
I sit up and pull my nightgown off. I straddle Eric’s thighs and rest my head on his chest the way he likes me to. His arms close around me and I press soft kisses to his warm, soft skin.
“This is all I’ll ever need,” he says, reaching up to stroke my hair back.
“You know you’re my favorite pillow now, right?” I smile.
“Good,” he smiles back. “I could lie here forever.”
I turn my head to rest my chin on his chest so I can see his face. “Wanna hear a really bad joke?”
“How many babies does it take to paint a house?”
“I don’t know. How many?”
“Depends how hard you throw them,” I answer.
“That’s a terrible joke,” Eric chuckles.
“I warned you,” I laugh.
“You did,” he smiles. He runs his hands down my back to squeeze my butt.
“I have more, but I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“You are pretty silly, Angel face. Maybe you should just sit up and show me your boobs,” he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh but those are no joke,” I smirk.
“Nope. They still make me smile.”
I sit up on his thighs and move my hands up my sides slowly. My fingertips graze my nipples, making them hard for him.
“Now what would you like me to do?” I ask as I tug on the hardened buds.
“Keep doing that.” His hand rests on my thigh and I moan softly when his thumb slips through my folds to rub my clit slowly. Oddly, he’s not getting hard below me.
“Mmm… that feels good, babe,” I purr and keep tugging. My hips start to rock slowly as I get wetter.
“That’s all I want,” he replies. He twists his hand and slides his fingers back to massage my opening while he continues to rub my clit. “I love watching you like this.”
“Lucky me,” I smile and my back arches. “Mmm… that’s gonna make me cum, Eric.”
“How many fingers do you want?”
“Two is good,” I reply and lift my hips.
He slides two fingers deep into my pussy and starts to pump slowly, rubbing every inch of my core. “I want to see you fall apart,” he whispers. “Tug your nipples harder.”
I do as he says and it makes my walls clench around his fingers. My head falls back and my eyes close as I ride his hand.
“Mmm… fuck, Eric,” I moan. “So… good…”
“You look so fucking beautiful, Angel. Can you cum for me?”
“Mmm… Mmhmmm,” I hum. I’m really, really close. His thumb moves faster and my breathing becomes shallow. The pressure builds and builds deep in my belly before I can’t hold it anymore. My lips part and I let out a whimper when I cum.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers as he gently extracts his fingers. He reaches up to offer them to me. “Clean them…”
I rub his fingers over my lips and lean down to kiss him. He slides his tongue into my mouth to kiss me softly for a few minutes before he pulls away and helps me settle on his chest.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Anytime,” I reply.
We lie there like that, talking quietly and petting each other until we fall asleep.
Gran comes out from the exam room of her dentist’s office and stops at the receptionist’s desk to make her next appointment. It’s been two days since Summer appeared and Eric hasn’t talked about her since the night they met. I’m not going to pressure him into making a decision about her.
I get up and open the office door for Gran to walk out first. She’s getting around better with her new walker. I follow her out to the car and put her walker in the trunk.
Once I’m behind the wheel I ask, “Do you want to stop for lunch?”
“Sure, I could eat something,” she agrees.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been to Claudine’s,” I tell her and crank up the air conditioning.
“Oh, okay,” she nods. “I haven’t either.”
We still haven’t talked about the affairs, mostly because I don’t know how to bring it up.
“I think Eric and I are going to have people over for a little housewarming thing next week. It would be nice if you could come.”
“I’d love to. It’ll be nice to see it with everything in the house. Pam took me over when the bathroom was being remodeled. That was a fine thing for Eric to orchestrate.”
“Yes it was. I have pictures I can show you when we get to the diner,” I tell her. “It turned out beautifully. Eric and Pam really outdid themselves.”
“She really likes you, Pam does.”
“I’ve noticed. I like her too. Where potential mothers-in-law are concerned, I could definitely do worse.” Eric’s out with Rasul right now. I think they’re actually becoming friends, shock of all shocks. It’s good for him though. He needs friends outside of the bar.
“So, you kids are thinking about getting married?”
“No, not really, but we’ve talked about it. We’re not ready yet, but I think if he asked I would say yes,” I tell her.
“That’s good to hear. He got a bad rap, but he’s a good boy. I couldn’t ask for a better match for you,” she smiles.
“We balance each other out pretty well, I think,” I agree. “Plus he makes me ridiculously happy.”
“That’s all I ever wanted for you was to be happy,” she tells me. She goes silent for a moment before she asks, “Are we going to talk about it?”
“We should.” We both know what she’s talking about. “Why did you tell me all that, Gran?” Deep down I wish she wouldn’t have but it’s too late now.
“I was a little flustered trying to explain what I was trying to say and it just came out. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it didn’t happen for the entire marriage, just a few years in the early days.”
“Why? Why did you cheat?” That’s the thing I don’t understand.
She sighs and says, “It’s not something I’m proud of. Mitchell and I were going through a really, really rough patch… Sookie, Mitchell couldn’t have children…” She trails off and waits for that to sink in.
“So Daddy and Aunt Linda… they’re not Grandpa’s kids, are they?” My grip on the steering wheel tightens.
“No,” she shakes her head. “He left me when I told him I was pregnant. I understood completely, he came back four months later and said we could get through it as long as I didn’t see the other man anymore. I agreed and I was true to my word. Mitchell fell in love with Linda the second he saw her… Corbett was planned, Sookie. Mitchell wanted another child and back then we didn’t have surrogacy or any of the modern advancements in medicine. So we had to do things the natural way. The problem was the other man was in love with me, so he kept coming back… There were a lot; I mean a lot of fights between your grandfather and Him. He didn’t want the children though, he just wanted me.”
“You could have adopted children. You didn’t have to do things that way,” I argue. If she cheated, it was because she wanted to.
“That’s true. Linda was an accident. By the time we decided we wanted a second baby we discussed the idea of adopting, but we went with the course we chose and I don’t regret your father for a second. I regret the heavy fights we endured and the strain on Linda. As soon as I discovered I was pregnant again it stopped.”
“So you used that man as a sperm donor when you knew he loved you?” I ask in disbelief.
“The second time, yes,” she admits quietly. “It was wrong, I know that. That’s why I tried to teach you what not to do in your marriage.”
I can’t think of anything nice to say, so I keep to myself. It all sounds extremely selfish. I wish I could just shrug this off but I can’t do that. My family isn’t entirely my family like I thought. I know it’s not just about genetics, but there’s a reason Gran wanted to keep this buried.
As I pull into the diner parking lot the only thing I can think of to say is, “I wish you wouldn’t have told me any of this, Gran. I wish I didn’t know.”
“I’m sorry, Sookie. I didn’t mean for it to come out like this, or at all really. That being said, I’m glad I told you when I could tell you the full story instead of blurting out snippets of it as I start to lose my memory. Alzheimer’s runs on my side of the family and if I should start displaying signs… I’m sorry,” she sighs in the end. “You can take me home if you like.”
“No,” I sigh too. “No, we’ll stay. I’m hungry and we’re already here.”
I know I’ll get over it, I just need some time.
I get out of the car to get Gran’s walker from the trunk for her. I love Gran and that’s never going to change, but I’m extremely disappointed right now. I’m also afraid of what other skeletons she might have in her closet. On the bright side, it can’t get much worse than this.