Dad's Day Out part 4
Nora and Bo were in the midst of the most passionate night of their reunion when they had yet another interruption…
Bo: Was that what I thought it was…(straightening up from having Nora almost under the water)
Nora: Ssh!
Matthew: (still outside the cracked open door) Momma? Are you in there?
Nora: (fumbling to get up in the tub as Bo seductively rubs her thigh) Stop! (whispering)
Matthew: Stop what Mommy?
Nora: I was…ah…talking to myself Matthew. Go sit on Mommy’s bed…I’ll be right there…
Matthew: I need a hug Mommy. I miss you…
Bo: (whispering) I need you too, Mommy…(kissing her calf as she wraps a towel around herself)
Nora: (whispering to Bo) I mean it…stop…or else! (to Matthew) Sweetie…mommy will be right there baby! Let me get dressed…
Matthew: OK.
Nora hurriedly throws her robe on and heads out the door, making sure to shut it behind her. Before she closed it, Bo blew her a kiss, winked and smiled his devilish grin. Once she had the door closed, he stepped out of the tub, dried off and threw on the robe that they kept hidden in the linen closet. He sat on the dressing counter near the door and listened as Nora spoke with Matthew.
Matthew: I had a bad dream...you left me…and I was all alone
Nora: (kissing the top of his head) Ssh…baby. Mommy is right here. (pausing) I would never leave you…
Matthew: And Rachel was gone…and…all that was here was him…
Nora: Him?
Matthew: My father. Bo Buchanan.
Nora: Oh.
Inside the bathroom, Bo was thrilled to hear Matthew say those two words! Sure it was lack luster, but he actually acknowledged Bo as his father. Bo’s heart leapt in his chest, he wanted to run out and scoop Matthew in his arms, but he knew it probably wasn’t a good time, so he continued to listen.
Matthew: And I told him I didn’t want to be with him…
In the same amount of time it took to build Bo up, he was torn down.
Nora: Sweetheart, you have to understand, Bo is not a bad man. He loves you. He loves me. And I love him. Matthew, your dad and I want us to be a family.
Matthew: How can we be a family when you’re not married? How can you love him if he doesn’t live here?
Nora: A long time ago your daddy and I were married. And I think that we want to be married again, but we want you to be ok first. We want you to feel ok about Bo being your dad…
Matthew: Ok. (Pausing and thinking) how bout tomorrow, me and Rachel and you and (sighs and forces out the word) my dad go to the park.
Nora: Oh Matthew! Are you sure?
Matthew: Mommy, I can’t be alone with him. I have to have Rachel there…OK?
Nora: Definitely! All we want is for you to get to know him, at your own speed…
Matthew: Mommy, does he have to live with us?
Nora: Well, if one day we are a family, I would guess Bo would want to live with us…
Matthew: But daddy didn’t live with us…didn’t you love him?
Nora: Matthew, I care very much about your (stopping and rephrasing her words) I care very much about Sam, but we didn’t love each other enough to live together…or to be married
Matthew: Mommy, can I sleep in here with you tonight?
Nora: Honey…I…well, sure you can…
In the bathroom, Bo exasperatingly wiped his face. Yet another interruption! Now even his own son! Nora was settling into bed, cuddling Matthew in her arms. He was almost asleep when the bathroom door slightly creaked open; Bo poked his head out and mouthed if he should head back to Asa’s. Nora shook her head no and motioned for Bo to go downstairs.
Matthew: Mommy?
Nora: Yes…
Matthew: You won’t ever leave me alone with him, will you?
Nora: No. I’ll always be right here.
Matthew snuggled into his mothers’ arms and drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, Bo sat at the table and pushed the cold manicotti around the plate, before putting a piece in his mouth. He thought of how badly he wanted to be up there. In bed with his family. How he wanted to have his arms around Nora as she held their son. The truth was as cold as the manicotti he continued to eat; he was still an outsider in his family’s life. Matthew was a very independent little boy, and extremely protective of himself and Nora, Bo thought as he poured a glass of wine.
Bo: (to himself) wonder were he gets that from…(drinking the wine and chuckling to himself)
He feels a familiar pair of arm around his shoulders, hugging
him reassuringly from behind.
He reaches up with his free hand and wraps it around the back
of Nora’s neck as she bends and kisses the top of his head.
Nora: Whatcha laughing at?
Bo: I was just thinking how Matthew is so independent, even at four and a half. Pa says he’s the spitting image of me, and twice as sassy.
Nora: Bo, knowing deep inside that he was our child, ours together, that comforted me many long and lonely days. I would look at him, (pause) his smile…those eyes…and all I could remember is you, and how it felt to love you…to be loved by you….(she kisses his cheek)
Bo: I do love you…and Matthew…hell, Nora…what if he never warms to me? What if he hates me forever?
Nora: He won’t.
Bo: How do you know….
Nora: (walking around to the empty chair across from Bo and sitting down. She takes his hand)I know my love, because he’s your son! Bo…he is you…he is fiercely protective of me…he is so passionate about every endeavor…he knows how to hold a grudge, but he’s a teddy bear if asked nice enough…(she leans across the table and gives him an assuring kiss) It’s as if you were cloned! I swear, at times, if he says things in the right tone…it’s your voice! But…just like you…the more we pester him to do something…the less likely he is to do it…Mr. I’ll Clean The Storage Shed Out This Weekend….
Bo: Wha? I did it…
Nora: Three years after the fact!
Bo: I was planning!
Nora frowns at him…
Nora: Honey…he will come around. He (looking down)...um…he suggested that tomorrow we all go to the park…
Bo: All? as in…me too?
Nora: Yes..you too! Bo, he called you his father. He’s very skittish about it all…and he is not ready to be alone with you yet, but I think we have turned a very big corner…
Bo: I…I can’t believe this! This is…this is so great! He wants me to be part of his life! I’m gonna teach him how to ride a bike, and play baseball and ride the horses at Pa’s…
Nora: Honey…slow down…Bo, we can’t over whelm him. We have to go at his pace…he knows how to ride a bike…and he loves baseball…
Bo: What about the horses…
Nora: That…I am sure he will being a willing student for you. Now…lets worry about tomorrow, tomorrow…tonight is for us…(she takes the fork out of his hand and slides over to his chair on to his lap) so…why (kissing his neck) don’t we (running her hand inside his robe) go to the living room? (kissing him lightly on the lips) I think dessert is ready….
Bo: Mmm…(kissing her in return) dessert? I like dessert…(he teasingly pulls the sleeve of her robe down and kisses her bare shoulder)
Nora stands up and holds her hand out to Bo. He stands up and pulls her into a long deep kiss. He unties the robe belt, allowing it to fall open. He places his hands inside the robe on her hips and pulls her toward him, he then walks her backwards out of the kitchen, still locked in the kiss, to the living room, where they both move down on the couch. Bo pushes her robe open and kisses her neck making a little trail of kisses to her breasts…
Nora: (sitting up) Wait!
Bo: What now!
Nora: Ssh…did you hear that?
Bo: Are you doing this on purpose? Is this your idea of birth control?
Nora: I heard something upstairs…
Bo: (kissing her to make her stop talking) Probably Rachel….kiss me…
Nora: Bo! What if it’s Matthew?
Bo: I quit! I give up! This is nuts! I feel like I’m 16 and trying to sneak Wilma Klimbach into my room behind Asa’s back!
Nora: Wilma who??
Bo: Klimbach…oh forget it! I got an idea…come with me.
He stands up and pulls her up with him. He grabs the throw blankets off the couch, grabs Nora’s hand and heads back toward the kitchen and out the back door into the yard.
Nora: What are you doing?
Bo: I am going to find a place where I can make love to you in peace and quite, without any interruptions!
They walk out the back door down the back steps and through
the cool dewy grass. Bo is walking like a man possessed as he
takes huge strides toward the far back corner of the yard.
He finds a spot way in the back of the yard and sets one of the
blankets down. He tosses the other one off to the side and takes
Nora in his arms.
Bo: Now…you are all mine…no interruptions…no phones…. no kids…
They stand there in the moonlight, staring at each other…
Bo: (scratching his temple) somehow something doesn’t feel right…
Nora: Your planning this rendezvous Commish…
Bo: We need an icebreaker…the mood was lost…
Nora: We are standing in the yard, in bathrobes…and we need an icebreaker?
Bo: Yeah…(smiling seductively) dance with me?
Nora: Dance? Bo…there’s no music…
Bo: I know…I know its cliché, been said a hundred thousand times before…we can make our own music…
Nora: We always do.
They stand there, holding each other…barely moving..
Nora: Is this doing anything for you?
Bo: No. You…
Nora: Not a bit…let’s go in and watch a movie or something
They head back in. Bo plops down on the couch, covering himself with the cover, as Nora puts the TV on and grabs the remote. She settles in next to Bo, he drapes his arm around her and she snuggles in to his side. He holds out his hand.
Nora: What?
Bo: Remote…please.
Nora: You think I am not capable of running a television remote?
Bo: No…you are, its just you're likely to put on some Jaclyn Smith TV for women tear jerker and then what? I’m stuck here, wiping up tears and holding a tissue full of snot and ….
Nora: Aw…stop. You are so chauvinistic!
Bo: Remote…please.
Nora begrudgingly hands over the remote and slides away from Bo on the couch.
Bo: What? Do I smell?
Nora: Yes…like a pig. A male chauvinist pig!
Bo: Honey…comere…I wanna hold you
Nora: (under her breath) Oink…
Bo: Oink? Did you just oink at me? (pausing) you just oinked at me!
Bo quickly jumps off the couch and stands over Nora..
Bo: Woman…you do not oink at me!
Nora: (looking up at him, with a devilish grin, slowly mouthing) OINK!
Bo playfully tackles her to a lying position and proceeds to tickle her mercilessly.
Bo: I’ll teach you to oink at me! (tickling her ribs) You do not oink at a Buchanan!
Nora: (laughing hysterically, trying to catch her breath)) Stop…Bo…Matthew….you’ll…oh God!
Bo: (slowing down to a more sensual touch) You are beautiful
He bends down, opening her robe, he starts to kiss her, starting at her breasts and moving up to her neck, til he reaches her mouth, where he lingers, before backing off and staring at her. They look into each others eyes for what seems a lifetime, before they final give into their passion. They take off their robes and make love on the couch, then slowly move to the floor, where they make love the rest of the night. Afterwards, falling asleep on the floor, under the robes and throw blankets.
In the early morning hours, Rachel comes down to see what was left of the manicotti, and discovers her mother and Bo, still asleep on the living room floor under the cover, still naked.
Rachel: Mom (lightly shaking Nora) Mom…
Nora: Rikki…(yawning) what time (she glances up towards
Bo, who is still asleep) Oh!
Oh! Rachel…Matthew…where
Rachel: He’s still asleep, but he’ll be up soon…you better get dressed, at least…
Bo: (yawning) Morning beautiful (kissing Nora on the head) last night was…
Nora clears her throat and motions to Rachel
Bo: Oh! We…ah…I mean…I
Rachel: Yeah…well, I am going to have a bagel…and some manicotti…feel free to join me Bo…after you put some pants, on of course.
Rachel walks into the kitchen.
Bo: She is so your daughter! (yawning again) I need a shower…care to join me?
Nora: Um…no…you take the shower in the hall bathroom, and be careful of Matthew walking in… I’ll be in my…our room (smiling at him) til Matthew wakes up…(sitting up and grabbing her robe)
Bo: Last night was incredible…(sitting up next to her) you were incredible…(kissing her shoulder) I want to live here with you…I want to wake up next to you every morning…
Nora: You will…hopefully sooner than we think…let’s get ready…Matthew will be up soon…and I want us to have a whole full day…
Bo: And I want us to have another full night tonight…ok?
Nora: Why don’t we get some of your things from Asa’s
and start to slowly move you in…
You don’t mind living here…do you?
Bo: No…not at all…til we get a place of our own…
Nora: I love you…I’ll see you in a bit…
Nora gets up, and heads up stairs. Bo sits in the living room a few more seconds, contemplating his day out with his son.
To be continued…
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