Dad's Day Out part 3
Nora actually felt excited that Bo was coming over! She hurriedly raced back upstairs to change her clothes. Rachel heard her practically stampede down the hall and came out of her room to see what the commotion was about. Nora was rummaging through her dresser drawers trying to figure out what to wear as Rachel stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
Rachel: He’s here.
Nora: Oh my God! Not yet!
Rachel: (Laughing to herself) Not yet…just playing with you mom.. So he is coming over?
Nora: Uh-huh (pulling out a shorts lounge set)
Rachel: Bet you’ll be happy when he moves back in…
Nora: Ecstatic! Rikki, I need to have my family together. You and Matthew and Bo.
Rachel: I’m glad you’re happy mom. I’m glad you’ve got Bo back.
Nora: Me too. ( they hear a light knock on the door.) Ooo! He’s here!
Rachel: (rolling her eyes) I’ll get the door Cinderella…
Rachel makes her way downstairs to see Bo has already let himself in.
Rachel: Hey Pops. Mom says go home…she’s going to bed.
Bo: (looking up quickly) Huh?
Rachel: (laughing) You two…so gullible! She’s
changing; she’ll be down in a moment…
Whacha got there? Dinner? Hhmm?
Bo: Soretelli’s
Rachel: Rigatoni or Manicotti?
Bo looks at her and gives her a “what do you think” face
Rachel: Manicotti. Well, enjoy…I’m going to bed. Oh yeah, couple things…I am assuming I am playing interference for Matty if he gets up?
Bo: You think tonight would be a good night for him to find mom asleep in dad’s arms?
Rachel: Ummm…no…interference it is.
Bo: Couple things you said?
Rachel: Birthday candles in the garlic bread are not exactly ambiance!
Nora: (leaning against the kitchen door frame with her arms crossed, staring at Bo) I think they are excellent ambience…
Rachel: Night folks!
Nora walks over to Bo as he walks toward her.
Nora: Hey handsome…looking for a date for dinner?
Bo: Not on your life (taking her in his arms and hugging her)…I got the sexiest red head in Llanview joining me (he kisses her) and she’ll be here any minute, so if you wouldn’t mind…(pretending to look at his watch)
Nora: Hey!
They stand face to face. Bo runs his hand through her hair and kisses her gently on the lips.
Bo: You ready to forget your troubles?
Nora: Come on get happy…
Bo smirk smiles at her and pulls out her chair. She sits down as he begins to pour her a glass of wine. He walks to her and hands her the glass and sits down in the chair next to her. He stares at her as she sips her wine. He’s totally entranced as the candlelight dances across Nora’s face, and bringing out the highlights in her hair. The shadows bounce around the room. They sit staring at each other.
Nora: Bo, You’re making me feel uncomfortable...with all the staring…do I have something on my face?
Bo: Not yet.
He leans across the corner of the table taking her glass out of her hand, and putting his hand around the back of her head, slowly guiding her to his lips. He kisses her softly, backs off a second and then again with a bit more feeling.
Nora: You better not kiss me like this (smiling and not moving to far from his mouth) unless you mean it like that…(she kisses him this time)
Bo: (moving back enough to speak, but still very close) How hungry are you? Really?
Nora: (still smiling) Starving…(kisses him one more time before sitting down and starting to eat)
Bo: Uh…(sighing)
Nora: (pointing the fork with a piece of manicotti on it toward him) oh, my dear, dessert will be well worth your wait (putting the fork into her mouth and smiling)
Bo: Promises…promises…(sitting down and pushing the food around his plate) Hey, mind if I go take a peek in at Matthew?
Nora: Mind? Bo! He’s your son…you don’t need my permission!
Bo: I…well…I just…didn’t want to seem to…
Nora: Go see your son! (she waves him off to the upstairs)
Bo kisses her once more before heading upstairs to see a sleeping Matthew.
Bo: (whispering) Hey Champ…wish I could be with you when you’re awake…well, some day, and soon…Matthew…I made a lot of mistakes before you were born…a lot that I intend to make up to your mom and you. Please believe me son, I know your small, but one day when you’re bigger, we’ll have what Drew and I never got a chance at. Drew…(pausing) I guess we could really say now, he was your big brother. He was a good man. (pausing and sitting very still as Matthew rustles around in bed) I think I’ll go back down now…sleep good son. I love you, Champ.
As Bo walks out of Matthew’s room and closes the door, he gets an idea. He heads into Nora’s room…
Bo: (re-entering the kitchen) Miss me?
Nora: More than you could ever know! (kissing him as bends towards her) Matthew ok?
Bo: Just fine.
Nora: Rachel taking a bath? (looking toward the ceiling)
Bo: I guess…I really didn’t stop to look in…you gotta come see how adorable Matthew looks…he’s sleeping with his butt in the air! It’s a riot!
Nora: Like father like son!
Bo: Oh! You think that’s funny? Well, I’ll show you funny!
Bo pushes her chair back from the table, picks her up and puts her over his shoulder.
Nora: Hey! HEY!! Watch out for your back!!!
Bo: I could carry you forever! (pausing as he heads up the stairs) I can’t even feel my back!
Nora: And that’s a GOOD thing???
They walk past Matthew’s room, Rachel’s room and into Nora’s room.
Nora: Hey…my water in my tub is run…(stops mid sentence)
Bo: Your bath is drawn, my lady.
He puts her down and holds his arm out to direct her toward the tub, which is filled high with mounds of soft white bubbles and the fragrant scent of plumeria…there are three candles lit on the dressing counter and the light is dimmed. Nora looks around the room in the mirror as Bo stands behind her, kissing the back of her neck.
Nora: You…
Bo: Who me?
Nora: You are incredible (she turns her head back to kiss him)
Bo returns her kiss softly and turns to walk out of the room.
Nora: Hey! Where are you going? I thought…
Bo: Ma’am…I am just your humble servant tonight…I can’t very well be in here while the lady of the manor disrobes…I’ll be back (he closes the door behind him)
Nora raises an eyebrow and grabs and elastic band to pull her hair up. She removes her lounge clothes and steps into the warm water and eases down. The bubbles are up to her chin. She puts her head back and clothes her eyes. The warm water relaxes away the worries of the day. After a few moments she feels a soft touch on her shoulder. She opens her eyes…
Nora: Your back…
Bo: I’m back…(he kneels behind the freestanding tub, rolls up his sleeves and begins to massage her neck)
Nora: (closes her eyes and enjoys Bo’s gentle massage of her neck and shoulders) I could stay like this forever…
Bo: Me too…(continuing to work on her upper back) I told you I was going to make you forget everything and enjoy yourself (he leans down and puts his mouth near her ear, whispering) are you enjoying yourself?
Nora: Immensely…
Bo: Good…(he uses one hand to continue the massage as he removes his shirt with the other) I want you to concentrate on you…and how beautiful you are (he kisses her neck) and how much you are loved (kisses her shoulder as he moves his hands under the bubbles)
Nora: Umm...I don’t think this is part of the standard servant massaging protocol…
Bo: Any complaints? (he moves his hands to her breasts and kisses the front of her neck)
Nora: Only one…mmmmm (enjoying his massage even more)
Bo: And that would be?
Nora: You’re not in here with me…
Bo: Well…let me take care of that…(kissing her deeply on the mouth)
He stands up and removes his jeans and boxers and steps into the tub. As he sits down in front of her, bubbles overflow from the top of the tub. They immediately embrace and the passion between them is unstoppable.
Nora: Bo….hold on…(breaking their kiss)
Bo: No…no, no, no, no (trying to keep the kiss going)
Nora: Bo wait…. I have to ask you something…
Bo: Am I really that hated? Am I?
Nora: What?
Bo: It never fails! Every time I want to make love to you…an interruption! I am the epitome of the words unlucky in love! (he frustratingly puts his head on the edge of the tub) What…
Nora: (putting her hand around his shoulder) You are not unlucky in love…but I have to ask you…is this…us…you and me and Matthew…is this really what you want? (pausing as he looks at her from a side angle, head still on the tub) I mean…I don’t want to think you want us and then find out down the road…that it was out of obligation…(pausing, her voice gets quieter) that you wanted us…me…Bo?
Bo: (taking a deep breath and overexaggeratingly exhaling) Nora…sweetheart…baby…angel…I am sitting here…in a tub…with bubbles up to my eyebrows…with the only woman in the world that has ever made me feel so…so (thinking of his words) alive…so in love…so everything! I am sitting here with the mother of my son! And the only thing I have on my mind…is how I want nothing more than to show her how very much I love her!… You!… Nora I want this…us…you…me…Matthew and…and maybe even more kids…I want it all! But baby, I want it with you! Please believe me…look at me…(from having his head on the edge of the tub, so near the water, he has bubbles on the side of his face) does this look like something someone who didn’t want this would do?
Nora: (looking at him with tears in her eyes and half laughing) I love you Bo.
Bo: Nora. You are everything to me…I laid in that apartment
and all I could think of was how I was going to get you back.
How was I going to get back in your heart, in your life? (he touches
her cheek and wipes away a stray tear) Let me show you my love…let
me make love to you…
Let me love you forever…
He lightly places his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her towards him and starts to kiss his way up her neck, tiny kisses towards her mouth. When he get to her mouth he stops, looks deep into her eyes. He sees her trust and love, he takes her face in his hands, he moves closer and kisses her passionately, his tongue slowly parting her lips and finding its way inside her mouth. He moves his hands from the sides of her face, slowly down around to her back. The warm water, slippery bubbles and Bo’s strong hands are an electrical combination. She feels herself melting in his touch. He runs his hands under the water and to her thighs were he pulls her onto himself. They begin to make love. Slowly, moving together in the tub, sending bubbles over the edge like a waterfall, they share a passion greater than any they’ve ever remembered. They reach a fevered pitch…
Knocking at the door…
Matthew: Mommy? Are you in there?
To be continued!
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