The Third Wife (5 page)

Alana

I forced myself to
go down to breakfast. I couldn't hide out in my room forever now could I? The
two witches of
Endor
were there the girls were off
playing somewhere. I got a glass for my juice and snagged a banana. I wasn't
about to eat anything these bitches cooked, they'd probably poison my ass first
chance they get.

"Good morning
chicas
."
I dropped down in a chair at the table just any old random chair.

"That's my seat, and we don't care for your urban
greetings." Oh it was like that was it? Come bitch bring it.

"What do you mean your seat, your name on
this shit?" I facetiously looked to the back of the chair for her name.

"No my name's not on it but it's where I
always sit. And please try to curtail your language, there're children in this
household."

Huffy bitch. "I'll give you that one about the swearing, but
I'm not making any promises. I'm liable to drop the F bomb once or twice
dealing with you and the walking dead over there. As for the chair business, I
saw Big Love bitch, no one's running me so you better get that through your
head real fast. And I'll watch the early morning sneak attacks, especially if
you plan on bringing the kids with. I can get pretty noisy if you know what I
mean." Oh this bitch wants to belt me one. See I picked my battle station
and I’m manning it. I might have to share him, but fuck if I'll let them rule
me.

Cody

End of day I wonder
what I had awaiting me at home. I'd purposely neglected to call to check in
though I'd reached for the phone a number of times. Whatever was waiting the
night promised to be a doozy; I have to spend the night with one of the others
and since Sharon was on semi punishment it would have to be Arlene. I wouldn't
bring her to my bed. That was too close to Wildflower too soon.

So I would have to
go to her. Shit I wonder not for the first time why this was proving so
difficult. I didn’t face any of his angst with Arlene when I brought Sharon
home. It wasn’t just that I’m in love with her, or maybe that’s exactly what it
was. The thought of hurting her hurts me. Sharon and Arlene knew the ways of
our life their whole lives, she ‘s only had a few weeks to get used to her new
reality and I cant help but feel like it might just all become too much for
her.

I can’t and won’t
neglect my first two wives but I don’t want her hurt. Please let us survive the
night. I finished up my business and headed out the door for home. On the way I
got them each a bunch of flowers; that too posed a problem. Since Sharon has
been making everything into a competition if I got one red and the other
another color that just might set off another one of her snits. And since when
do you let her stop you from doing what you want? Maybe that’s part of the
problem. Maybe you’ve been letting your women rule your home for too long.

 
Your disinterest in the past has led to this.
No wonder they were feeling threatened. I’d stopped being there one hundred
percent and now with Alana in the picture it was as though I’d come alive
again. They couldn’t have missed it and that maybe why there’s so much
animosity. Shit. I really made a mess of things. I can’t go back and change
that now but I can do something about it now. It’s time to take control again.

I'm almost afraid of
what I'm going to find when I walk in the door. I should've called her, it was
her first day alone and I had left her. I thought it best to let her get
settled in on her own, now I feel like such a bastard.

I should've known
better than to doubt my wildflower, she could handle any situation I was sure.
She was in the kitchen of all places. Music blasting, pots and pans all over
every surface and what looked like enough pies to feed a small army. That's not
what captivated me though. It was her dancing to some very racy song on the
radio and gyrating her young compact body like a dancer's dream. Damn. I forgot
everything else as I walked towards her dropping the flowers on the table.

I hugged her from
behind and she gave a little yelp before she realized it was me. Then she
kissed me like it had been weeks since she last saw me. I could get use to
this. "What are you doing baby?" I had to shout over the music. I
don't think I've ever heard such loud music in the valley before. She looked so
happy though it just made me smile.

"Where is everyone?" I kissed her cute
little nose and hugged my girl close. I’d missed her like hell all day, that
sassy mouth of hers and her flirting ways. I looked around for the others but
she seemed to be alone here.

"Hell if I know, I started baking and they
all disappeared."

She shrugged her
shoulders and I looked into her eyes to make sure that her feelings weren't
hurt. I know Sharon accused me of babying her but I couldn't help it, she’s my
baby. All the same she seemed fine so I guess her day had gone okay.
"What's all this wildflower?" I pointed around the kitchen at all the
pies she had lined off. Walking over I sniffed hat looked like my favorite
strawberry rhubarb. “Umm, this smells amazing but I don’t think I can eat all
these.” I grinned at her as she flitted around the kitchen.

"They’re for
Mrs. Brewster for her bake sale, her arthritis is acting up and she needed the
help so I told her I would help out. I only made you three of your favorite.”
She wiggled around the room in her little skirt and tank top looking like sex
on legs. Damn, get your mind on something else. You’re going to have a hard enough
time with tonight no point in making things worse by taking her first.

"How do you know Mrs. Brewster?" I
don't recall introducing the two of them."

I met her today when I was out for my walk."

"You walked all the way to the village?"

"Yep, I love to walk you know that, besides
it's great exercise." She laid another toe curling kiss on me.

"Baby what in the world
are
you listening to? And I hope you don't dance like that in public." I felt
just a little jealous at the thought of her dancing like that in front of
anyone else.

 
"It's
Rihanna's
Cockiness and all my dances belong to you now. I love it, I love it, I love it
when you eat it." She did some kind of booty shaking move that had me
going hard, shit.

"Who did they belong to before?" I
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into me.

"Me and my crew silly."

I find I’m very possessive of her and everything
to do with her. She’d shared her life with me. The way she’d been raised was so
completely removed from my won upbringing. She was always quick to reassure me
that there had never been any boyfriends not even when she was a young teen.
Her parents had explained to her that that wasn’t a possibility. I can’t say
that I’m sorry for it. I hate the thought of anyone else ever having any part
of her. Yes I see the incongruity of my feelings but there you have it and I
make no apologies. I kissed her once before letting her get back to what she
was doing, placated by her answer.

 
She danced her little hot ass all over the
kitchen. What the hell was the song saying? I don't even want to know, but my
girl knew every word it looked like as she sung along and danced. And here I
was worrying about what kind of day she had. I knew the others deserting her
might just be their way of showing their displeasure but I can’t force the
issue. They’ll come around eventually or I’ll just have to step in and make
sure they all got their shit together.

 
I went up to my room to shower and change. I
was happier than I have been in a long time, I hoped like hell the feeling
would last. She was finishing up dinner by the time the others returned. It
looked amazing. She'd made a healthy meal of roasted chicken and steamed
vegetables with new potatoes, my mouth watered. She constantly surprised me
with the things she did. Her mom had really taken her training seriously as far
as I could see she’d taught her daughter all the ways to please her husband.

Sharon and Arlene
came in and I remembered the flowers. I’d gotten wildflower her favorite pink
roses and got red and yellow for Sharon and Arlene. They all seemed pleased
enough and went off to find vases for them. I spent some time with my daughters
before dinner and got up to take them in to the dining room when Alana called
dinner.

"Where are you two going aren't you having
your dinner?"

"We already ate." Sharon said it with
a smirk that I wanted to wipe off her face. Arlene just hurried out of the
kitchen with little Katie. I was about to say something but was cut off by
Alana’s next words.

"Oh goody, so
it's just us two, excellent." She grabbed my hand and led me to the table.
I'm thinking that backfired rather nicely on Miss. Sharon. I hope she grew out
of her piqué soon because it was going to get old real fast. She stormed out of
the kitchen, but I didn't spare her another look. I’ll have to let both of them
know in the future if they wanted to play this game that was fine but my
children will be eating with me.

"You okay
Alana?" I knew what they were trying to do, but if I folded at the first
sign of trouble nothing would ever be resolved. I’d really made a hash of
things. I don’t remember my father ever having to deal with this shit. Then
again who knows what I missed when I was a kid?

"Why wouldn't I
be?" She looked at me as if she really had no idea why I would be asking
her that. It gave me hope that the night would turn out okay. I just shook my
head and sat down to the meal my wife had made for us. We held hands like two
kids while we ate and went over our day. She’d done a lot on her first day
alone and I have to admit to being pleased that she’d taken the initiative to
get to know her new home. I just hope she wasn’t doing it to escape any
tensions in the house.

"Will you walk with me to take the pies
when they cool?"

 
"I'll drive you,
you're not walking anywhere after dark."

"But I wanna walk I even got a nice
pully
wagon
thingie
to take them
in.” I leaned over and kissed her pouty lip.

"Stop pouting
sweetheart it's not gonna work, not about this anyway." I kissed her again
to let her know she was loved. She had turned the radio off and we sat in
blessed quiet while we ate. Feeding each other tidbits from our forks like the
newly weds we were. I knew I was being extra attentive to ease the blow of what
I would have to do later. I had no stomach for what was to come. I wondered
why? When I brought Sharon home I had no problem visiting Arlene's bed. I’d
told myself it was because this was all new to her, but I knew better. I
wondered how it would be after having her, after knowing what she meant to me?
Would I be different? I didn’t want to slight my wife in anyway. It wouldn’t be
right to make Arlene feel less than or that I wasn’t with her one hundred
percent but this was my new fear. Maybe after tonight I can get past this.

 
If I wanted them to go on as normal then I too
would have to do the same, it had to happen sometime. I wasn't going to cast
them aside after all; there was no danger of that happening. But I swear it’s
never been this hard before. I’ve always just gone where I felt like in the
past. There was never any issue with whose bed I shared on any given night.
When I’d first brought Sharon home we’d spent a lot of time together as well
since she was finding her place in our family. That’s why it’s so hard to
understand her attitude towards Wildflower.

I took her back to
Mrs. Brewster who couldn't stop singing her praises. I was so damn proud of
her, she saw a need somewhere and she stepped up to the plate. The two women
visited for a bit before we took our leave. The night was clear and the air was
fresh as we walked back to the car arm in arm. It was a short five-minute drive
back to the house. I steeled myself against whatever was coming and prepared to
shatter her. Whatever happens in the next few minutes will decide how we went
on from here. I’m hoping and praying it all goes well.

"Alana, I have to tell you something,
please don't be hurt by this." I waited until we were back in our driveway
before bringing it up.

"What is it?" She turned that beautiful
face to look up at me. So beautiful I couldn’t resist reaching out and trailing
my finger down her soft cheek. Please don't let me put out that beautiful fire
in her eyes.

"There's no easy way to say this so I'm
just gonna come right out and say it. Usually I wouldn't discuss this with you,
but since this is all new to you, I felt I should warn you." Just get it
over with already Cody fuck.

"Okay, I'm listening." She turned in her seat to face
me.

"I will be spending the night with one of
the others tonight." I held my breath waiting for the explosion. My
wildflower has proven that she can be very volatile when riled. I saw it in her
eyes even as she tried to battle it back. Please don’t cry. If she cried
there’s no way I could do this tonight. As wrong as it maybe I’m willing to
give her all the time she needs to get use to the idea.