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Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - 5
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)
***
Jahn's living the dream now, dating two sisters who
just can't get enough of him. Facing down his
girlfriend's convict father is easy enough from
behind the safety of bars, but what will happen when
faced with a far more fearsome and deadly opponent?
What happens when Mom comes home? (FFM, exh, rom)
***
Chapter: May "Reality Check"
Meeting a girlfriend's parents is a defining moment
in a relationship; theoretically, you'll make a
lasting impression on your honey's parents that won't
make them go for the shotgun. Yes, ma'am. I do think
your daughter is a lovely, talented young woman and I
think the world of her. No sir, I wouldn't consider
for a second bringing her home even a hair past
eleven. Not that easy, of course. Oh hell, no. Every
gesture is significant and every facial expression
speaks a thousand words, none of them good. Is there
a hint of disapproval in that quirked eyebrow? Or is
it a trace of suspicion in what sounds like an
awfully pointed question?
Or I could just take that storm cloud on Mrs. Reed's
face as a giant-sized clue. Jahn decided, as his
girlfriend's mother got a good look at just what Jen
was wearing and made the logical deductive leap on
the significance of where she was wearing it. He
couldn't think of a single thing to say, and from the
palpable surprise on Jenny's face, he understood that
her mother's return had not been announced.
Not that Mrs. Reed's comings and goings required
broadcasting, of course. He understood from Fiona
that their mother had turned over the title to the
house for a token sum that would ensure financial
responsibility on their part, and security on hers.
What otherwise might be converted a guest room was
reserved for their mother when she took a mind to
visit. According to what he'd been told, those visits
were infrequent as the woman had taken a liking to
travel and spent most of her time going cross-
country. And here she was…
"Ummm. Hi. Mom." Jen squeaked out awkwardly, a touch
of panic clear in her wide blue eyes. Bruising
momentarily forgotten, she gave an odd little
sideways wave of her hand and said. "I need to
change, I'll be right back." In the harsh light of
the kitchen and living room, the reason was
abundantly clear – the outfit his girlfriend wore
could only leave anything to the imagination in a
shadowy room. All of her goods were on display.
"Please do," the silver-haired woman said frostily as
her daughter hurried away to find something more
decent. Turning her attention back to Jahn, she now
examined him with greater scrutiny. Her stare was not
like Donovan's. No idle curiosity; her brown eyes
were knives that pared the flesh from bone like skin
from a potato. Likely the only question in her mind
was where to dispose of his body when those sharp
brown eyes finished eviscerating him.
"Mrs. Reed, this really isn't how it seems…" he began
awkwardly, before realizing that the explanation
might be even worse to her than what she already
thought.
"Do tell," Mrs. Reed said coldly, and he started to
continue. She cut him off. "On second thought, don't.
I'd rather have the explanation from my daughter."
"Yes, ma'am." Bug on a windshield, yep, he thought as
he waited silently with the silver-haired Fury
staring bloody death at him
Jen returned a few minutes later, clad in a loose-
fitting sweatshirt and jogging pants, greeting her
mother somewhat lamely, bright spots of pink on her
cheeks, "Hadn't heard you were coming home…"
With words that seemed to cut stone, Mary Reed
addressed her daughter. "I hadn't planned on it, but
I got a call last month from Fiona about a charming
young man she'd been seeing for the last few months.
Given that I can't recall either of you girls having
had a boyfriend that lasted more than a week or two,
I thought I'd drop by and meet the special man that
caught my daughter's eye. A young man named Jahn
Halvers," she said, anger still providing an edge to
her words. Her daughter winced. "My question should
be rather obvious. Does Fiona know about _this_?"
Mrs. Reed said, gaze shifting to the clothing Jen now
wore
"Well, yeah." Jenny hedged, shifting around on her
feet, trying to work out her next words. "Jahn's my
boyfriend."
Uncertainty crossed the silver-haired woman's severe
features, and she asked. "Pardon? Fiona was rather
explicit about this young man being her boyfriend,
even describing him in depth for me." Mirth very
briefly touched her lips, and died there. "She's not
prone to telling stories."
"No, she's not." Jen agreed, still refusing to meet
her mother's gaze. "We're both going out with him."
From the thunderstruck expression on Mrs. Reed's
face, Jahn guessed her ready to keel over, and he
reached out to steady her elbow only to be completely
ignored. Having raised two daughters on her own,
surviving one husband's death and another in prison,
Mary Reed was made of far sterner stuff. No heart
attack, no fainting.
"I… see. Fiona will be in tonight, or is she gone for
the weekend?"
"She'll be back later. Choir at that rest home," Jen
said, still shifting around on her feet.
Gaze still sharp, Mrs. Reed paused for a moment then
said, "Stop fidgeting, Jenny. I'll make dinner and
we'll have this conversation when she gets home."
Grudgingly, she extended invitation to Jahn. "I
suppose you should be here for that discussion as
well."
***
Fiona had the benefit of some forewarning; she saw
her mother's car in the crowded driveway when she
pulled in, and took a noticeably long time to get in
the house. Obviously not enough warning, though, and
with light rose coloring her cheeks, she came into
the kitchen looking like a deer caught in the
headlights. "Hi, Mom. It's good to see you again; I
didn't expect you'd be dropping by again so soon."
"So, I'm told," Mrs. Reed returned coolly, glancing
at Jahn and Jen, who were busy setting the table. "I
just had to meet this young man you spoke so
enthusiastically about. Imagine my surprise."
While the sisters had made it an unspoken rule to not
be in the house for each other's "dates", Fiona knew
perfectly well what her mother was referring to, and
wisely didn't ask, though she did shoot her sister a
few questioning glances. Jen nodded grimly at her
while Mrs. Reed's back was turned and Jahn gave her
an apologetic shrug.
Jahn was granted the dubious honor of being seated
directly across from Mrs. Reed at the four-cornered
table and kept his head down as much as possible,
keenly aware of her withering gaze on him. The hot
seat… this was going to be great, he thought bleakly.
Just swell. The lasagna, while delicious, went down
like cold clay and sat like it in his gut.
When they'd finished eating, the silver-haired woman
turned her attention to Jen. "So, I've heard all
about Fiona's boyfriend, and how they met at Vander &
Porter," she commented acerbically, referring to the
sisters' shared employer. "Perhaps you should tell me
about your new boyfriend and how you met."
"Ah, heh heh." Jen hemmed, in response to her
mother's request, diverting a glance towards Fiona.
"You've probably heard all about Jahn from Fiona, no
need to go into all the gory details."
Mary Reed's smile could have frozen the fires of Hell
over. "No, I'd really like to know _all_ about it.
Perhaps it would shed some light on this …
arrangement," she finished, gifting Jahn another shot
of that penetrating stare.
She got the whole story, of course. It was never in
question, and both Fiona and Jen had rather hunted
looking expressions on their faces when she was
through interrogating the pair. He could empathize;
he was dead certain the next target on the woman's
shooting range was him. Sure enough…
"So, Tommy," Mrs. Reed began, the name setting Jen's
face to scarlet, and Fiona's to an unhealthy
mahogany, "from what the girls are telling me, I
understand that you've made quite the … impression on
them. Do you make it a habit to encourage
arrangements like these for yourself? Live the
playboy lifestyle?" Well, he reflected, if I were
that damn sexy, it might have occurred to me…
Fiona jumped in. "Now mother, he's nothing like that.
Jahn's wonderful: considerate, sensitive,
intelligent…" Jenny rattled on in similar vein at the
same time, interrupting her sister, "…totally hang
around with, not a jerk like the guys at V&P. Daddy
doesn't hate him, either…" Color rushed into his
cheeks at the flood of virtues that the two sisters
each attributed to him. He understood that they both
felt strongly about him, but neither of them had
really put it into words before now, other than
Fiona's offhanded 'I love you.' His chest felt
uncomfortably warm beneath the outpouring.
It might have been his imagination, but Mrs. Reed's
expression seemed to soften as her daughters talked
over each other in a rush to assure her that she was
totally wrong in her impressions of Jahn, and that
bit about Donovan caused a definite flicker of…
something… in her eyes.
The matron forestalled any further praise with, "Yes,
girls, I understand that you're infatuated with him,
but I want to hear what he has to say for himself.
You have the floor," she said to Jahn, tone
challenging.
"Right, okay." Jahn began hesitantly, first telling
her a few things about himself and his family, how
he'd come to date Andrea while vying with Greg for
her attention, and expressing some regret about how
he'd handled the breakup. Jahn noticed that she was
paying very close attention to his explanation of the
situation with Greg, and wondered how that
information boded for him, given how it in some ways
mirrored his arrangement with Jen and Fiona.
Continuing, he told her about his initial meetings
and impressions, first with Fiona, and later Jenny,
explaining the strange and heady brew of emotion and
reaction to receiving the attention of two lovely
young women who were both equally interested in him.
Going on to detail all the things he found
fascinating and special about each of them.
"I do understand why you might find this situation
unacceptable, ma'am. I might have accepted the
situation with Andrea, but I hated Greg, and hated
sharing her with him. If I thought for a moment that
they felt about each other and this situation the way
I did about that… I couldn't keep doing this. I
respect them both too much for that. I… love Jen and
Fiona a lot, and would even marry them both someday
if I could."
The revelation of his feelings made Jen's eyes widen
and turn suspiciously wet around the edges, but Fiona
merely radiate satisfaction and wore a content smile.
From the bottom of my heart, lady, he thought as he
stared back at Mrs. Reed, attempting to broadcast his
sincerity.
She traded stares with him for a while, unconsciously
touching her cheek in a way that reminded him of Jen,
before sparing a glance for her daughters.
"You seem to have genuine feelings for both my girls,
and they feel the same about you," Mrs. Reed finally
said. "You have something special, and I hope you
keep remembering in the future just what it is you
feel right now. Understand this - if you break their
hearts, I'll cut your balls off."
Fiona and Jen seemed unfazed by the announcement, but
… holy shit, the threat was testicle-shrinking in
delivery. Mrs. Reed had the look of a kindly woman
well on her way into her senior years, and the same
diminutive height of her daughters, but the cold
finality of the threat seemed even more intimidating
than Donovan's had and the man had to be nearly four
times her size.
"Yes ma'am," he said meekly.
For the first time, she smiled with something like
warmth. "Call me Mary."
***
Mrs. Reed's acceptance of his role in her daughters'
life seemed to be the switch-breaker that opened up
the better half of her personality; Jahn found over
the course of the following weeks that she was a
genuine pleasure to be around. All of the traits he
found most appealing about both Jen and Fiona were
present in their mother. The woman was charismatic to
a fault, with a skewering wit, and could be counted
on for a seemingly endless mix of alternating
hilarious and touching stories about her travels. In
fact, she seemed only to have acted so reserved and
chill due to the circumstances in which they'd met.
Couldn't really blame her for that, he supposed.
When they had the opportunity to talk without her
daughters present, Mrs. Reed was more than willing to
open up with all sorts of well-intentioned, though
occasionally embarrassing advice. He suspected she
offered the outrageous lines she summarily dropped on
him because she liked to watch his face turn red.
"You three are using protection, I hope. It's a bit
soon for grandkids."
Right out of the blue sky. Thanks, Mary.
Still, she had the occasional gem of good advice to
offer, and had already set Jenny straight on the
subject of her daughter's 'first dibs' mentality
towards Jahn and Fiona, reasoning that being treated
as equals meant equal time. Strangely, that attitude
adjustment cut down a lot of the petty bickering
they'd been prone to since they'd worked out the
accommodation. He didn't get it, but it seemed to
make sense to Mrs. Reed, and brought positive
results, even if both girls had been terribly
embarrassed by the regurgitation of a sensitive
subject.
She also gave him a boot to the rear on the subject
of living arrangements. While out shopping, he'd
asked her advice about matching jewelry and
birthstones. Neither girl had shown Andrea's
inclination towards that sort of stuff, but he wanted
to do something special, and wanted to make it just
right. Mrs. Reed offered him some insight, then
raised took the conversation in a totally different
direction.
"Jewelry's nice, but sometimes the intangibles are
more substantial. Have you thought about asking them
to move in with you? You spend enough time together
that it wouldn't be too forward."
Blinking in surprise, he turned his thoughts back to
ideas he'd had about the situation before, but
eventually shook his head. "My apartment's way too
small for that, and both of them seem really attached
to the house." He can't even begin to fathom the
reason for her change of heart.
"There are two guest rooms if you include mine, and
an unused bathroom," she said reasonably.
"Doesn't feel right to ask to move into their home,"
he said, uncomfortably.
"Of course, of course," she said reassuringly.
***
In hindsight, it wasn't terribly surprising that both
sisters hit him with a two-sided siege the very next
day, insisting that it was time to move things
forward, that he should totally move in and take the
spare room upstairs, that he could contribute by
helping with some of the repairs the house really
needed. Jahn suspected his contribution was going to
have to be with a credit card rather than a hammer
and nails. Mr. Fixit, he was not.
With their combined enthusiasm, even had he voiced an
objection, he'd never have stood a chance.
***
Jahn stared at the unfamiliar ceiling with wide,
unblinking eyes, arms outstretched on a bed he'd
never slept in before, thinking about a future he
might only have considered in fantasies.
//Laughing children playing on an open lawn as their
mothers and father watch over to ensure that no harm
falls. Breathing life into a quiet neighborhood that
has known too few families and too many isolated
adults.//
A pretty blonde lies on one arm, hair tied back in a
ponytail. Pale skin almost luminescent in the dim
light of the room, along with her snub nose and
almost terminally cute features give the sleeping
woman a cherubic appeal. She is almost weightless on
his arm, a cushion of feminine softness, between
which the only barrier is a long and loose-fitting t-
shirt.
A lovely brunette lies upon the other arm, her
shoulder-length locks spread like a mane over the
pillow. Dusky skin cast in shadows makes the high
curve of the sleeping woman's cheekbones similar to a
crescent moon where it reflects the room's dim light.
She too, is almost weightless on his arm, a cushion
of equally feminine softness despite her lack of
generous curves, between which the only barrier is
the downy flannel of well-worn pajamas.
There is something sexual in this moment that brings
him to hardness, yet so pure and chaste that he can't
even summon a fantasy.
Warmth, and peace, and love abide here.
This is home.
To be continued...
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