Double Dealing: A Menage Romance(90)
“If they want to come, of course,” Jordan had said, smiling. “They're kind of my mothers now too, you know.”
It had been true. If Syeira had been my advisor before, it was nothing compared to the miracles she and Charani had done in bringing Jordan up to speed on her duties as a Romani queen. While she still struggled with speaking Rom, her French was getting to be quite good, and even her Albanian was growing by leaps and bounds. She learned about our customs, her work as my wife, and even found the time to explore the music scene in Durres, starting a band along with some of the other members of the tribe. With my cousins Gregor on drums, Leonidas on bass, and Karl on backup guitar, Jordan had made quite the impression on the local music scene, handling not only lead guitar but also lead singing duties. “Oh, I'll never be top of the charts,” she had admitted to me after their second sold out club date in a row, “but it's unique enough for this area, and we're having a lot of fun.”
“Don't forget that your band was the reason Karl was able to find himself a girlfriend,” I noted, looking across the club as Karl and his new girlfriend, a nice girl named Elaine that admittedly had first said yes to him because the normally soft spoken, intensely shy man had picked up a little stage presence and charm being a rocker. “They make a cute couple.”
“We're cuter,” Jordan teased me. “Besides, the band gives me an excuse to stay in shape. Can't be blowing out the seams on my leather pants in the metal scene. Not kind at all to chicks that way.”
“You are much more than some rocker chick,” I teased back.
And such our lives went. Of course the guys in the band were disappointed that Jordan was taking a four to six-month hiatus, but by then, most of the big festivals had been over, and except for the standard club stuff, Durres was quiet through the rest of the winter. Leonidas had asked, and Jordan gave her permission for the trio to seek other gigs with him as the lead singer, promising to pick right up when we came back in the spring.
The house in the Rhone Valley had welcomed us back with a comfort that surprised even me. Syeira and Charani, now as inseparable as they'd been when they were little girls, joined us, taking for themselves the second master bedroom that had been Francois's while Jordan and I used my room. They found strength and healing together, and I was sure that no man would ever come back into their lives. They had each other, and they had me. It was all they needed.
Christmas day, we celebrated together in the main living room, exchanging gifts and spending time together. While Jordan may not have been interested in the church, she found her faith in some part again and joined in the singing and celebrations as much as the rest of us. She even joined me in an impromptu duet, as I had secretly been practicing my violin to play for her. It was only fair, after all, and our mothers enjoyed the small Christmas performance.
Later that night, Jordan came into the living room, where Syeira, Charani and I were gathered around the large fireplace. We were sharing mugs of spiced mulled wine, a family tradition that we'd kept for years. “Hey beautiful,” I said, holding up a mug. “Want to join us?”
“I . . . I can't,” Jordan said, her eyes wide and unbelieving. “Uhm, Felix, Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too, honey.”
Jordan came over and took a seat next to me on the couch, taking my hands. “I have two pieces of news, one very good, the other important but no less good,” she said smiling, making me even more curious. “Which would you like first?”
“The good news first, I guess,” I said, perplexed. “What is it?”
Jordan nodded, grinning. “Congratulations, Felix. You're going to be a father. I had a feeling, but I wanted to confirm it first.”
I stood there, stupefied, before breaking into a huge smile and pulling Jordan in for a hug. “Thank you, my love,” I said, holding her tight. “For the greatest gift ever.”
Jordan returned the hug, then laughed. “You know, with our luck, we're going to have twins.”
“I'm fine with that,” Charani said. “In fact, I think it'd be fun.”
“Well then, that settles it,” I laughed, “but what is the important yet no less good news?”
Jordan smiled again, “we need to think about baby names. I have something in mind if it’s a boy, but we need to cover all the bases.”
“Please don’t tell me Felix Hardy Jr.,” I replied laughing.
“Nicolas.”
All four of us smiled and came together for a group hug. “Nicolas. It’s great and close to Nicolae, a name that's dear to my heart,” Charani said.
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Chapter 1
Mason
They call me Razor.
6’2, blonde, green-eyed, 185 pounds of pure muscle with an 8-inch cock—I pull b*tches like a grandmaster angler.