Chapter 45
DANIEL
In the middle of the night, I got a text. Like a loser, I thought it might be Melly, so I snagged it off the bedside table faster than a teenager waiting for his crush to call.
In the dark room, the bright screen blinded me.
I blinked, then saw who it was from.
Danny.
I shouldn’t be disappointed to get a text from my son, but it only showed how far I sunk. I wanted to hear from Melly. Maybe have her send me a sexy photo, like the shot I took of her on my floor, pussy and tits out and covered in my cum I had pulled up and jerked off to earlier.
So no, not Melly and her upturned ass either.
Danny sent a photo of him sitting on the floor beside Earl, with Fred and three furry little lumps on a very familiar dog bed.
The puppies were born. I couldn’t help but smile. Those puppies were what started the whole thing with Melly. If Earl hadn’t been a literal horndog, I may have never met her.
And I’d be right here in this bed, just as alone as I was now. Except I would have been content in being solo. Excited about this new life I was living.
Another text from Danny came through.
We’re cool.
We’re cool. We’re cool? What did that mean? I sat up in bed and stared at my cell. Did it mean he and Earl were cool because they were dog dads? Did it mean he and Melly were cool being dog parents together? Did it mean he was cool with me about having been with Melly?
I had no idea.
The dog parent thing lasted what? Eight weeks or so? After they could leave Fred, the puppies would go to new homes and that would be it. I had to wonder if the vet had spayed Fred as part of the c-section surgery. If Earl planned to keep humping Fred, no one wanted a puppy repeat.
Sooooo…
So what the hell was I doing in Scotland?
The photo was an image of my life. Puppies. My kid–even though he was grown and on another continent, he was still a huge part of it. I didn’t need to drive him to the dentist or control his screen time any longer, but I was his dad, and I would always be there for him.
I also had meddling siblings. For a short time, I even had a woman, too.
I didn’t have to take my business back, but why did I have to leave Hunter Valley?
I longed for the life I’d had to abandon when I had Danny.
I’d wanted to go to college, play football.
Backpack across Europe. Drive a semi-truck across the desert in Australia.
Ski in Chile. Play in the Highland Games.
Besides having some fun tossing a few cabers in a kilt, did I really want those other dreams anymore?
And I could toss cabers at home, just like I did with my brothers and even the Jameses.
I definitely didn’t want to drive a semi-truck. I was too old to be happy sleeping in a hostel bunk bed and living out of a backpack. I could ski in Montana. I didn’t have to go to South America to do it.
My dreams had changed. How had I not noticed it until now?
I was alone in this bed. Alone in the country.
Melly was in Hunter Valley. I could have her. I could be with her and that bottle of lube that had probably been delivered. I could get to know her and make her mine. Extend our sex contract to forever if we wanted.
But nothing… nothing was going to happen with me here.