MaryLouise

By Mlyn

Back-pedaling

Part 6

Sunlight streamed through the partially opened windows. MaryLouise turned over in bed and quickly realized that she alone. Sitting up, she looked around and was surprised she was alone. Then she saw the paper on top of the television, her name scrawled on the front. Scrambling to the foot of the bed, she leaned over and grabbed the paper.

Good morning, sleepyhead. I overslept and I am late for work. The transfer of funds is set for the open of business and I need to be there. The room’s paid for until noon and there is money on the table for cab fare. I’ll see you later, R.

MaryLouise dropped the paper. She had thought she couldn't feel worse than she had upon hearing she was pregnant. Wrong! She’d just been dumped two days into her honeymoon. He didn’t say when he’d see her, or where. Where was she supposed to go? What was she expected to do?

She had no options, she realized in near despair. Without money, she was stranded. There was a little more than enough for cab fare home. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she wondered if she was now expected to be a nice breeder cow and produce? Sit on the sidelines and don’t make waves or cause trouble. She had not expected to be left with her parents, although it did make sense. Hadn’t Rowdy said the money came through today? Therefore he had no further need of her. What kind of life was that, her tired, befuddled mind argued. Reluctantly she finally answered that it was her life.

Showered and packed, she called for a cab. The walk with her suitcase in hand up the front walkway to her house seemed long and bleak. Surely it had been more than just forty-eight hours since she’d left. Hadn’t a lifetime passed since then? After all, everything was now different. Since she didn’t have a key, she rang the bell. It was nine and she hoped her mother was still at home.

“MaryLouise!”

The surprise in her mother’s voice was obvious. “Hi, Mom. Sorry, but I didn’t have a key. I’m going to have to get a purse soon.”

Jeanine was stunned to see her daughter. What she’d expected she couldn't say for sure. Bob had called and said the funds were transferred and everything was great! He had not mentioned Rowdy, or Frank, for that mattered. The look on her baby girl’s face was telling enough. She hugged her tightly, pulling her into the house.

“Hello, darling! Have you had breakfast?”

MaryLouise shook her head negatively and her mother pulled her into the kitchen. Quickly she cooked her a big, hot breakfast. As MaryLouise’s eyes got heavier and her lids more droopy Jeanine helped her upstairs to her bedroom. Once her daughter was dressed in one of her old-fashioned nightgowns, high neck and little flowers, she tucked her into her bed.

Back downstairs she called HelenDavis. As soon as the other woman said hello, Jeanine jumped in. “I assumed you had made arrangements for my daughter!”

“Jeanine? What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

“My MaryLouise is back home with me right now, upstairs in her old bed, and sound asleep. We didn’t expect Rowdy to dump her as soon as the money transferred. I expected him to behave like a gentleman.” Jeanine made no effort to curb her words or her rancor.

She had not made these decisions easily. She loved her husband and daughter more than anything in the world. The decision to interfere with her child’s future had been very difficult, but so many futures hung in the balance. It was not just Bob and hers, nor MaryLouise. It was the whole town. Countless people for three surrounding counties were dependent upon the factory for work. Without expansion, the business would lose work and customers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been waiting here for MaryLouise to arrive. Rowdy said she’d be here mid or late morning. He called me from the office to say he’d let her sleep in late, but left a note for her. It seems to me that MaryLouise didn’t follow her husband’s simple instructions.” Helen replied shortly, defending her son.

Silence followed as both women digested the other’s words. Jeanine did not like the implication that her very intelligent daughter had supposedly been unable to follow simple instructions on a piece of paper. She had overwhelming evidence that things had not ended well, no matter what had happened.

Finally Helen spoke. “I never had a chance to ask you how MaryLouise reacted to the whole truth of everything had been going on the last few months. Considering everything, she looked remarkably poised Saturday.”

“She doesn’t know yet. We didn’t tell her. I had planned to, of course. But she was upset by the pregnancy news, and we didn’t know about the scholarship until just then. It seemed too much to add that.”

“I know what we’ll do, Jeanine. I’ll pack up the nice lunch I had planned for here and come over there. We can let MaryLouise sleep for a few hours and then surprise her with lunch.”

“All right, Helen. What should I do?”

“Nothing. Just let the bride sleep and I’ll be over in an hour or so.

MaryLouise awoke to the smell of something delicious. Her stomach growled and she was surprised how hungry she was. That was silly because she had not had breakfast. Wasn’t she supposed to eat regularly now?

Pulling on a light cotton robe, she fished in the back of her closet and found this old pair of bunny slippers. A quick trip to bathroom, she peed and ignored the wild look of hair while she brushed her teeth. She came downstairs, sniffing the air. Her mom had made something really yummy. She was just walking past the living room, intent on finding food, when she heard voices in the there. Rubbing her eyes, she walked in. blinking she was surprised to find her mother’s guest was HelenDavis, her mother-in-law.

“Oh!” was all she managed to say.

Jeanine hopped up and rushed over to her daughter. “Hello, darling. How did you sleep?”

“Good, Mom. I was feeling hungry.”

Jeanine turned and gestured to Helen, who was just standing and coming forward. MaryLouise heard her mother-in-law greet her.

“Hello, MaryLouise. I’ve brought lunch over. I was hoping we could all share it.”

MaryLouise was surprised, and curious as to what was going on. Now that she was rested, she was feeling less dramatic. “I am pretty hungry,” she said softly.

Helen laughed. “Well it’s all ready. Let’s go into the kitchen and we can dish it up.”

MaryLouise was too busy eating to talk, or think. The food was amazingly good. There was some kind of casserole, with rice and vegetables, and a crisp, brightly colored salad, with a tasty light dressing. For dessert there was fresh fruit salad. It was only when she reached the fruit that she paused long enough between bites to set her spoon down. When she looked up she found her mother’s and her mother’s-in-law eyes trained on her.

“Oh, that was delicious. Thank you.”

Helen smiled. “You’re welcome, MaryLouise, but I can’t take credit for the cooking. Our cook is a marvel.”

Jeanine sipped her iced tea. “It was wonderful.”

“How are you feeling, MaryLouise?”Helen asked a moment later.

“Uhm, okay I guess.”

“No morning sickness? I had a terrible time with that while I was expecting Rowdy. My doctor kept saying it’s a good sign. I created all kinds of interesting names for that doctor while I was hanging onto the toilet one more time.”

MaryLouise laughed at her mother-in-law. It surprised her at how relaxed she seemed to be today. Even though Helen had seemed nice, MaryLouise had detected a stiffness or tension in her during previous meetings. But her mother-in-law seemed warm and caring today.

Jeanine interjected, “I was lucky and didn’t have any at all. I’m hoping MaryLouise takes after me. Which reminds me darling, you have an appointment tomorrow with the obstetrician.”

Helen asked quickly. “Who are you seeing?”

“Doctor Chee was the only one who could see us fairly soon.”

“Is he with the plant’s clinic doctors?” Helen asked.

“Yes, he is in the same building. I thought we’d meet him and if you didn’t like him, MaryLouise, we have plenty of time to find another.”

MaryLouise couldn't shake the impression that it wasn’t really her decision at all. Still, she nodded her head in agreement. After that she finished her fruit and half-listened to the other women talking. Finally, when there was a pause in the conversation, she spoke up quickly.

“If you don’t mind, I’m really tired. I think I’ll go back up and sleep a little longer. Thank you for the nice lunch, Mrs.Davis, and it was nice seeing you again.”

“You’re welcome, dear,” Helen said quickly. MaryLouise moved too quickly for either Helen or Jeanine to say anything else.

Helen looked at Jeanine. “I’m sorry MaryLouise was tired. I’d hoped to spend some time with her. I’ve wanted to get to know her…but there was never time before. She seems like a sweet girl.”

Jeanine smiled, nodding her head. “MaryLouise has never given her father or me a moment’s worry. She was well behaved, polite and open about her friends and activities. School was her number one priority. That’s why it hurt so much about getting that scholarship.”

“I understand. I have felt all along that you were the one, Jeanine, who have had the hardest part in all of this. If our roles had been reversed, I’m not sure I would have had your strength.” Helen reached over and covered her in-law’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“The positive thing is that MaryLouise will soon be having our first grandchild. I know once she holds the baby in her arms, whatever we did to get to that point will be unimportant.”

Helen nodded. “She will certainly be too busy, that much is sure.”

“I remember a little of those hectic early days. Sleepless nights and long days trying to keep up with the house and laundry.”

“I know, Jeanine. But MaryLouise will have both of us to help her, and living with us, she won’t have any the problems of housekeeping or cooking.” Helen added.

Jeanine agreed. “True, and there are such good formulas these days we can take turns spending the night in the nursery and taking the feedings. I’m quite looking forward to it.”

Helen flushed. “Me too and it is all very exciting!”

*****

Rowdy came in through the garage after parking his Ferrari. It was already six and he was dead tired. The days where he could stay up all night and work the next day were behind him. He paused as he checked the mail on the table near the front door to see if there was anything interesting. Setting his briefcase down, he hoped MaryLouise had gotten some sleep today. She’d been tired last night—

And he had not let her sleep much last night. After a short rest, he had pretty much put her through the sexual Olympics last night. He had come three more times, but for each time he did, he made sure that she climaxed three, four and five times. And there had been the positions…he had surprised himself at the different things he thought of, often changing partway through. Grinning, he walked into the living room, expecting to find MaryLouise.

“Hello, Rowdy,” his mother greeted him as he entered.

“Oh, hi, Mom,” his eyes moved around the room quickly and there was no MaryLouise.

“Your father is changing his clothes and then we’ll have dinner. You have about ten minutes if you wanted to change. Margaret’s dinner can usually hold another five minutes or so.”

Rowdy reacted on rote and started to leave. He only reached the hall when he rushed back in. “Wait! Where’s MaryLouise? Is she upstairs?”

Helen shook her head, casually crossing her legs. “No, Rowdy. She isn’t here.”

“Funny one, Mom. Of course she is here. Did she nap today? Is she still asleep?”

“No, Rowdy. MaryLouise is at her parents’ house.”

“What the hell? What’s wrong? Why is she there? She was supposed to come here.”

His mother nodded her head. “You told her to come here.”

“She was asleep and I left a note. I said take a cab—” his voice faded away. “I didn’t specify, I guess. I assumed she’d know to come here. After all, I live here!”

“Of course, son. That makes perfect sense unless you are tired, alone and not sure what your next step is supposed to be.”

“You’re taking her side?” he asked.

“No, dear. But I suggest you go clear this up before it gets any worse.”

Rowdy didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed his keys and the Ferrari was roaring down the drive a few minutes.

Frank came down the stairs a few minutes later. “I’m hungry. I thought I heard Rowdy. Where’s MaryLouise, by the way?”

“Rowdy went to get her, dear.” Helen stood and crossed the room to kiss her husband. “Have a seat because dinner is going to be delayed. I’m going to the kitchen to speak to Margaret about a snack for you. And I don’t want to hear one word when we do sit down about your stomach, delayed meals or anything like that. Got that?”

Frank held his hands up. “Yeah, sure. No problem. I’ll be glad when this household can back to normal.”

*****

The loud knocking on the front door interrupted their dinner. MaryLouise watched as her parents looked at each other. Since neither moved she stood. “I’ll get it.”

She opened the door without looking through the peephole. Immediately she tried to close it, but Rowdy was too fast and had his foot stuck in the doorjamb. She pushed against the door, but he was too strong. Giving up, she turned away in disgust.

Rowdy walked in. “Are your bags packed?”

“No!”

“Yes,” her mother replied. She stood a short distance away. “I packed while you slept and finished up while you stirred the gravy for me. I didn’t pack everything, mostly just your clothes. It won’t be long before we’ll need to be buying you new ones anyway.”

Rowdy spoke quickly. “Thank you, Mrs.Walters.”

“Oh, Rowdy, please call me Jeanine, or Mom.”

MaryLouise jerked her head around, staring at her mother. That was like…she wasn’t sure. Calling an in-law mom or dad was common, but this had nothing “common” about it.

Rowdy grinned. “Thanks, Mom. Where are MaryLouise’s suitcases?”

Her mother pointed to the hall closet. “In there and all ready to go.”

“Well, let’s get going then,” Rowdy picked up both suitcases and gestured to the door.

MaryLouise looked from the smiling faces of her parents to the front door. In disgust she walked over and yanked it open. She didn’t wait for Rowdy and walked to the Ferrari in the driveway. In the end she had to stand and wait while he put the cases in the trunk because she couldn't get the door open. Rowdy opened it easily and offered her his hand. Ignoring it she practically fell into the passenger seat. Hearing his muffled chuckle didn’t help her humor.

It was a short drive and when they arrived, he drove right up to the front door. Almost immediately it opened and their butler was coming down the stone steps. Rowdy tossed him the keys as he opened MaryLouise’s door. He didn’t wait for her to accept his help. Leaning down, he pulled her out of the depths of the sports car. With his hand on her elbow, he led her up to the front door.

Inside they went to the living room, where they found both his parents. Before she had a chance to gauge any kind of a reaction, Helen had stood and was welcoming her once more.

“Good evening, MaryLouise! You look lovely tonight and quite well rested. I’m glad to see you got some sleep.”

She felt the blush on her cheeks flare. “Thank you, and I did get a lot of sleep.”

Helen gestured towards the dining room. “Well, dinner is ready and Frank is ready to eat my end tables.”

Two hours later, MaryLouise walked into a large bedroom that she was to share with Rowdy. It had a small sitting room, large bathroom, and two comfortable chairs for reading in the bedroom, and king size bed. She felt more nervous now than she had the night at the motel. Of course, it was silly. It’s not like she didn’t know what a husband and wife did behind closed doors anymore. Shoot! She’d had premarital sex even. That should make her a bad girl, for sure.

The room was really nice. It didn’t look like a masculine room at all. “I thought there would be a lot of college stuff and high school stuff.”

“This is a new room for me. Mom thought it best for us to start out the same. She did the decorating her self.”

Slowly she took in her new home. Seeing the sitting room, which had a television, stereo and even a small desk with a computer on it, she was guessing this is where she was expected to spend most of her time. It was the size of a one-bedroom apartment, minus the kitchen.

Rowdy had walked over to what appeared to be a small bar so she followed. Behind it she saw a small sink, refrigerator and microwave oven. Damn, she thought, it looked like she’d spend her whole day up here, out of the way.

“It has just about everything you could think of back here. And Mom went ahead and stocked it with food. If there are particular things you want to eat, she said just let her know and either she can go to the store, or Margaret would get it on her regular trip to the market.”

Nodding her head, MaryLouise realized it was all so well planned that they must have begun all of it when her shots started. She turned away and walked towards the archway leading to the other room. In here was the bed and small reading area. The closet had been left open and she saw her dresses and skirts hanging beside an impressive row of suits. It felt so intimate, this simplest of all the things here that she turned away.

“Here is the bathroom.” Rowdy flipped the light on and she walked into a small room. There was a large Jacuzzi style bathtub, a glass enclosed shower, in which she saw a small built in seat, two sinks and the toilet. It was most impressive, if you liked large, rich, sumptuous bathrooms, MaryLouise thought petulantly as she turned to walk back out. There was another door on the wall farthest from the sitting room.

“What’s in there?” she asked quietly walking towards it. For a moment she considered waiting for him to answer, but then she shrugged and opened the door. “Oh my God!” she gasped. She found herself in a room half the size as the bedroom suite and it was decorated as a fully equipped baby’s room. The reality of it all felt like it hit her in the face. Spinning around to leave she bumped into Rowdy. His hands came up and caught her arms to steady her.

“Slow down, honey, there’s no need to rush. Both of our mothers decorated this room and said they left it so if you wanted a theme, which is common I guess, it can easily be incorporated into the room.”

“No, uh, I’m sure it will be fine.” She moved back into the bedroom as soon as he let go of her arms. “It’s all pretty impressive.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Uhm, sorry about the mix-up this morning; it was stupid I guess for me to assume you’d come here.”

“It’s all right, I guess. Nothing was said so I just went home.”

“I heard you got some sleep and that’s good. I’ve been fighting nodding off all day,” Rowdy told her with a grin. “I figured we’d turn in early, if that’s okay with you.”

She shrugged, still feeling tired she thought more sleep was a good idea.

“Okay, well I’m going to grab a quick shower. I felt like I was running the whole damned day.”

After Rowdy went into the bathroom, she walked to the closet and saw that two of her nightgowns were hanging up. Taking one down, she quickly shed her clothes, not sure where to put them. Pulling the nightgown on, she folded them neatly and set the small pile on one of the chairs. Going to the bed, she guessed that he slept on the right since that is where the alarm clock was. Pulling down the covers, she got in on the left side, but stayed seated. As soon as he came out, she decided she would go in and use the toilet.

Soon the water turned off and she couldn't hear anything until he came walking out, naked and looking quite impressive, in her opinion, anyway. She quickly slid out of the bed and almost ran past him into the bathroom. But just inside she stopped. There was no door. No door! She turned and made sure. Then she saw that Rowdy had walked back and was watching her.

“Is something wrong?”

“The door,” she told him, as if that explained everything.

“No need for one,” he answered, shrugging nonchalantly. “By the way, if you needed to pee, you should have come in while I was showering. The plumbing is set up so flushing won’t scald the person in the shower.”

MaryLouise stood there staring at him. “You mean that if I’m in here, in the shower, or on the potty that you are going to walk in whenever…uhm—”

“The need arises? Yes.”

“No!”

“Why not for goodness sake? We’re married!”

“I could not use the toilet if you were in here!” MaryLouise crossed her arms over her breasts. Some things were worth fighting for!

“What if you were in the shower and I really had to pee, or worse? What then?”

MaryLouise gasped as she thought about it. If she were in the glass shower, she would be facing the toilet…no she shook her head forcefully.

“It’s an emergency for God’s sake!” Rowdy pointed out, losing his patience.

“It’s a freakin’ big house! You mean this is the only john in the whole place?” She shouted back at him.

A knock on the bedroom door stopped them.

“Damn!” Rowdy muttered, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. Stomping to the door, he flung it open.

“Hello, dear,” MaryLouise heard his mother greet him. “Is everything all right? Do you or MaryLouise need anything? Does she think the rooms will be all right?”

Before Rowdy could explain her complaint, she called out loudly. “Everything is perfect, Mrs.Davis. Thank you.”

“Good night then children and sleep well.”

Rowdy closed the door and walked back towards her. “Why didn’t you tell her you want a door on here? My mom would bend over backwards to get you what you wanted, in case you hadn’t realized that yet.”

MaryLouise was quiet at first. It had dawned on her the real problem the minute the knock on the door came. It was a matter of privacy and boundaries. She still saw herself as single. It was silly after everything that had happened the last few days. “It didn’t seem right. I’ll be all right.” She walked over to the toilet and pulled her nightgown up just enough to sit down, then let it drop around her.

Rowdy turned and walked out, without saying a word.

MaryLouise peed quickly, and as quietly as she knew how, and then wiped. She was still feeling tender. Earlier she had wet a washcloth with cold water and found that it felt particularly good. Glancing over her shoulder, she turned on the faucet. Feeling awkward, she pulled her nightgown up and soon pressed the cool cloth to her tender flesh. She’d never thought about getting sore but she guessed it was like any other part of body that you suddenly used a whole lot, in ways it wasn’t accustomed.

A tanned hand abruptly covered her own. MaryLouise lost her balance but Rowdy caught her easily, keeping the cool cloth lightly pressed to her pussy. She leaned against him after a few seconds. He whispered in her ear.

“Does my baby have a sore pussy? Last night was too much, huh?”

“I was okay until this afternoon, but this helps.”

“What if we go lay down on the bed.”

“I didn’t want to get the bed wet.”

“We could put a couple of towels down. Come on, sweetheart, and it will be more comfortable. Here you spread these, and I’ll refresh the rag.”

MaryLouise spread two towels, folding each one into a pad of sorts, and then arranged them under her hips with her nightgown hiked up in the back. She had the covers pulled up when Rowdy came back. As he tugged the blankets and sheet down, MaryLouise turned her head. He tossed her nightgown up to her waist and spoke gently.

“Spread your thighs, honey. If you bend your legs, it should be more comfortable.” He joined her on the bed and leaning over, applied the cloth once more to her puffy, tender labial tissues. Staying close beside her, he held it in place instead of just releasing it for her to hold in place with her legs. “I guess my sweet little kitty has a sore pussy, huh?”

MaryLouise tried glaring at him, but it didn’t work. And even though she was sore, she was aroused. “It isn’t fair…that I’m sore and you aren’t.”

Rowdy smiled wider. “That’s because your pussy is much softer and more tender. Also it’s been rarely used until now. It get’s better, I’m sure. And it hurts me too. I don’t like seeing you in pain, honey.”

MaryLouise nodded. “Sorry for interrupting your honeymoon plans.”

“There’s a lot more to a honeymoon than sex. I apologize for letting things get our of hand yesterday.”

MaryLouise flexed her hips upwards, already feeling hot and aroused, thinking about last night and all the things Rowdy had done only made her more so. “It’s okay,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she felt the passion rising.

“Honey, if I thought rubbing your pussy would help it feel better, I’d do it.” He reached around and pulled his pillow down so he could keep this position. He then had her move a little and with her legs shifted, the cloth stayed in place. “Want to do me a favor?” he asked her a few minutes later.

“What?”

“Pull your nightgown up so I have something to look at.”

She tried not to laugh, but she slid the cotton up until it was bunched under her arms. Her nipples were already taut and sticking straight up half an inch from her puckered areolas. “Why?”

Rowdy was staring at her breasts, but replied. “Why what, honey?”

“Wouldn’t you rather watch television?”

Rowdy laughed. “Sweetie, men pay money for this opportunity. This is like a perk of marriage. Now a man can look whenever he wants. And trust me, MaryLouise, most guys have been dying to look for almost all their lives.”

MaryLouise felt self-conscious and didn’t know what to do with her hands. Finally she lifted them and clasped them behind her head. Rowdy groaned immediately.

“You’re killing me honey!”

She shook her head. “What do you mean?”

“You moved and everything shifted. First you pulled your arms up and that now lifts your boobs into a very perky shape. And then there was this really nice jiggling action going on. Very nice.”

“They are too big. I’m out of proportion,” she added.

“I’m not complaining. If anything, I would say perfect,” he curved one hand over her nearest breast. “Fit. I like a full hand, so to speak.”

MaryLouise lifted her head and looked down. “It’s over-flowing already. Just imagine how bad it will be in a few months.”

Rowdy got a big grin on his face. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

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