Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 186

Theo

POV

'Hey, Dad, did you see the Tattoo shop was closed down?' I asked as I arrived home after work. It was a good day. The patients were doing better with these artificial hearts and the compound that Bethany made than a real human heart, and Robson was ecstatic

over how well they were recovering.

'We have been lobbying for years to get that moved away from the high school; guess they listened to us at last, Dad said, a hint of triumph in his voice. He seemed so happy to hear that they were gone. I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of relief and victory as well, knowing that our efforts had finally paid off.

'Where is Bethany? Have you seen her today?' I asked, not seeing her in the kitchen.

'She went with Pam for her check-up. They are going to see if they can get the same doctor and joint appointments, which will make this pregnancy a bit more bonding time for them; Bob is all for it and thinks it's cute that the girls are trying to bond. He was worried at first how both Thomas and Bethany would take to Pam and the babies, but they have proven to be supportive of Bob's decision.

Dad was in the kitchen, a rare sight. He was chopping vegetables, a task his mother never allowed him to do, and had some steaks marinating. Dad looked like a domesticated man, something that was not his usual self. Music was playing in the background, and he was jigging about to the beat. I have never seen Dad this happy. I noticed that he had a lot of food out, more than for just us.

'Are we having guests, Dad?' I was trying to think of who would be coming for all this food. Maybe Bob and Pam, but this is more than just the two of them.

'You remember the lady I met at Thomas's house?' He said lightly, still in his happy zone.

'They were both lovely women and took an instant like you and Scott? That she was almost on your lap all night?' I chuckled as I watched Dad's cheeks go red. He is like a young man starting to date again, all shy and unsure of himself. I like it.

'Yeah, that one, we ended up in bed together, and things progressed. She is going to be coming over and staying for the week. She is interested. I need a change, so I agree that we should see how things go. I know this seems fast, but to be honest, it has been a long time since I had a woman in my bed, and she made me feel things I have not felt in a long time. I want to see if it is more than just a romp in the hay. Plus, she is into sports like we are; that has to be a good sign. Is he trying to convince me or himself? 'What is her name, Dad? I have no clue; so much was going on that I did not catch it. I had been focused on Nate and paid little attention to the two women, and, of course, I had to have my cuddle with Mini Bob. He is so cute.

'Mandy and Scott are coming over too, and Mandy is bringing her sister with her. The other girl was with her; her name was Harper, and they were twins. Scott and Harper hit it off, and we are going to have a nice dinner together, and yeah, we will see how things go. Dad sounded nervous, and I felt that was a good thing.

'Need a hand with anything?' It looks like he has it all under control and is so happy doing it. I did not even know Dad could cook like this; yeah, he cooked, but not this fancy. I am seeing a new Dad now, and I like it very much. 'Nope, go wash up and change, relax. I have it organized.' he almost pushed me out the door, eager to continue his cooking.

I had a nice long shower, enjoying the break from everything. My mind went back to the tattoo shop, and I remembered something about the mall and bowling club fires. A lot seemed to happen overnight. I hope no one was hurt.

The door to the shower opened, and Bethany stepped in to join me. She kissed me like she was starving for my lips and my touch. Her need for me has grown since she got pregnant. I had heard that some women get horny a lot more, but I never really believed it till now.

I stroked her body, running my hands over her belly and back up, letting my hands roam over her body, getting the cute little moans I have grown to love hearing. Bethany wiggled her hips, making me harder, and I wondered if we should be doing this now, with Dad cooking downstairs and guests due to arrive. But then she moaned again and pulled my head down, twisting her neck so she could get my lips. I leaned in and kissed her gently, but she thrust her tongue hungrily into my mouth; it took all of my strength not to *****h her hard and fast in the shower. I knew she wanted that, but I was worried about hurting her.

'Give it to my Theo, I need you.' She whispered softly and groaned, rubbing herself against me.

So I did. I pushed her forward, spread her legs, and slid inside of her. I started off with long and slow strokes, but she tried to make it faster, and in the end, I gave up and thrust harder, deeper, faster. She kept up with me with each thrust and pushed hard back at me, making my balls contract, and my urge to release came quickly; I felt her channel clenching, which had me releasing my load soon after. I was panting as if I had just run a mile as fast as I could, and my calves were cramping, but I was in a good place, my woman in my arms. There was water running down my back, and at that moment, not a care in the world.

We dressed and headed down, hearing voices and laughter coming from the kitchen. We entered, and the twins and Scott were there. They all looked comfortable with each other as if they had been part of the family all along. The atmosphere in the kitchen was light, and I can not remember the last time it was filled with this many people who seemed to all get along so well, with no tension of any kind.

'Hi, Harper and Mandy! Bethany greeted the girls, and I kicked myself; Bethany would remember their names. 'Hello Bethany, Theo. The twins chorused together, making it sound like they had rehearsed it.

'What's left to do in here?' I asked, leaving the question open for anyone to answer.

'Nothing, it's all ready. You can take the steaks outside and cook them. If you like, Dad said, pointing to the tray of marinated meat waiting to be cooked. The smell in the kitchen had my mouth watering. I wanted the chicken he had in the oven over the steaks. Dad made the best fried chicken; now that I recall, he cooked it when Mum went on her little holidays without us.

I grabbed the tray, and Scott followed me outside, and together, we got the grill heated.

'There have been a large number of businesses closed over the weekend, and I guess you noticed the tattoo shop.' 'Yes, I noticed, and the fires. Is there a gang war happening?' I asked, concerned by the sudden closures.

'No, I believe some of it was a natural thing, businesses moving premises, but the fires?' He left that hanging, and I understood something had happened over the weekend, but we were not going to speculate; we had to wait for news to filter down. Bob had not gotten any news; it was good that he could do a lot of his work at home, and his office had all he needed. He mentioned going to the office a couple of times a week to show his face around and maybe visit some of the precincts. We are all working on reducing our time away from our homes, with us having our wives needing us more as soon as they get bigger.

'With the closures, can we relax a bit?' I wondered if this was the calm before the storm.

'Maybe, but until I understand what is going on, I want to keep a close eye on family and friends. There are no contracts out on any of you, so that is a good sign, and with Horandeze out of the picture, their people will be scrambling for a new figurehead. We may be lucky, and the wars will not be here but wherever Horandeze calls home. I know his wife managed to get away, but then we have nothing against her; I have nothing that implies that she was involved in any of the cases we are in Scott seemed to be miles away in his thoughts; I had to turn the meat over and turn the heat down as he lost focus on the meat and more on what changes had been happening. It is a good sign.

His phone rang, and he chatted for a while, his face giving nothing away. The side of the conversation I could hear made little sense.

'It seems that all the six gyms of the same company name and four tattoo shops have closed; this might be the way the syndicate stops a war. The other gangs have nothing left for them to take over, and they will have to start from scratch on the streets. I like whoever is pulling the strings; they have a creative mind; Lucky Jacko's husband has his own gym, and these closures might help his grow. He sounded like he was happy they pulled out. Does that mean our streets will be safe until a new syndicate is formed and has to grow?"