25 year old Nick pulled into the driveway of his childhood home and sighed. He had sworn when he moved out seven years ago that he would never come back home, he loved his parents to death but he was an adult now. He wanted to make it on his own.
At 6′ with a slender build, and jet black hair that hung down to the middle of his back, he had always been considered handsome. He had girls knocking on his door all through high school but there had only been one girl he ever looked twice at. Her name had been Priscilla Price and she was the butcher’s daughter. Living in small town America there hadn’t really been much to choose from but he didn’t care. He had watched Priscilla grow into a beautiful young lady and had decided at a young age that he would marry her someday.
She wasn’t the most beautiful girl in his high school class, in fact compared to some of the other girls she had been considered plain. She had stood a mere 5’6″ with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. She had been slender all her life which had been an advantage as far as men were concerned.
They had started dating their freshman year. They dated all through high school and when they graduated, he asked her to marry him. He had given up a four year scholarship to Harvard to stay in town and work in her father’s butcher shop. They had seven of the best years together, Nick thought life couldn’t get any more perfect. He had a beautiful wife, and parents who loved him, what else could a guy want.
His father had died a couple of years before, a brain aneurism that exploded one night while he was sleeping. According to the doctors it had happened so fast that his dad barely felt any pain. His mother had been devastated but refused to move in with Nick and Priscilla saying they were young yet and needed their own space. One thing she did keep harping about however were grandchildren. At Christmas last year she looked at Nick and told him she wasn’t getting any younger, she wanted to hold her grandchild in her arms before she left this world.
Nick had just smiled and told her they could see what they could do. The problem was that they had been trying to have children and Priscilla couldn’t seem to carry full term. She had already lost two and the doctors were worried about her trying again for fear it may be too much for her, but she was determined to give Nick a son. He told he didn’t care if she ever got pregnant he just didn’t want to lose her but she was determined.
This last time she got pregnant she didn’t tell anyone, not even Nick until she had carried it for about six months. He had gotten upset with her, telling her she didn’t need to be risking her life but she had just smiled and rubbed her stomach. Nick was ever watchful over her but things seemed to be going okay this time. She didn’t seem in any risk of losing the baby and as she got closer to her due date Nick actually started getting excited.
She went into labor on a cold winter night, with snow blowing like crazy outside the window. Nick barely made it to the hospital because he had to drive so slowly. By the time they got her into delivery, the baby was already starting to make an appearance. Everything was going great; the baby was delivered safely and was alive and healthy. A beautiful baby girl that looked just like her mother. Priscilla held the baby in her arms and smiled, but then things started going wrong, she started hemorrhaging and the doctors couldn’t stop it. She had died minutes after giving birth.
That had been six months ago. Nick did his best to raise their daughter but it wasn’t easy being a single father. He still had to work but he didn’t like the idea of leaving his daughter with strangers, so he had quit his job and lived off his savings. Well now the savings were getting low and he couldn’t afford the apartment anymore. When he called his mom and told her the situation she had berated him for not calling sooner and begged him to come home and bring Amelia with him. She told him she would be willing to watch her granddaughter while he worked if he wanted to and that they could stay as long as they wanted.
Now as he sat in his car looking at the house he had grown up in he looked over at his daughter. She was all he had left of Priscilla and he still cried himself to sleep some nights seeing how much the little girl looked like her mother. Amelia was asleep in her car seat, her dark brown hair curled around her face. He very gently pulled her out of her car seat and climbed from the car.
He walked up the walkway with his little bundle in his arms and smiled as he barely reached the porch before the front door opened and his mother held her arms out for her granddaughter.
Nick had always thought his mother was an attractive woman. At 5’8″, with a slender build, she had Nick’s jet black hair and violet eyes. She had been a real looker when she was younger and in Nick’s opinion age had just made her more beautiful. He had asked her once why she never remarried after dad died but she had just smiled, reached out took his hand and said that once you had the best, there was no comparison. Nick hadn’t really understood what she meant until he lost Priscilla. There were several women who would have loved to take the dead woman’s place in his heart and bed but Nick wasn’t interested. He had been celibate the last six months and didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
Nick handed Amelia to her grandmother then got busy unloading the car. There really wasn’t much, just clothes for him and Amelia, and a few mementos that he wanted to pass down to his daughter someday. He had sold off everything else finding the memories too painful to deal with. Once he was done he sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee while his mom fed Amelia. “It is so good to have you home.” She said with a smile reaching out to take his hand.
Nick smiled at her and shrugged. “I wanted to make it on my own.” He said taking another sip of his coffee.
Jessica looked at her son and shook her head. “Family is important Nick. You should have come home right after Priscilla died.”
Nick growled, this was an old argument. One he didn’t want to rehash. “We’ve talked about this mom.” He said glaring at her.
Jessica just shrugged and looked down at her granddaughter, “just saying.”
Nick just rolled his eyes and stood up, she was always just saying. He gave one last look at his daughter then left the room deciding to get cleaned up and try to get his life back in order.
Nick put Amelia in the crib in his old bedroom and looked down at her with a smile. She was fast asleep and he knew she would probably sleep through the night. She had never really been a bad baby parse; she didn’t have jaundice or any of those things that most babies seemed to come down with. She had been healthy and perfect her whole life.
He looked over at his bed and sighed. It was a little after 11, but he wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. His mother had retired about a half hour ago saying she was tired, but he just didn’t feel sleepy. The problem was he had a raging hard on but didn’t like jacking off in the same room as his sleeping baby. He thought about going out and getting on the computer and seeing what he could find on the internet to take care of the problem. He looked once more at Amelia then quietly crept from the room closing the door silently behind him.
The house was dark and quiet, his mother’s bedroom door was closed, but he could hear some comedy show on the TV through the closed door. He crept quietly down the hall, not wanting to bother his mom. The internet had been his best friend the last six months. Pics of naked women and movie clips had kept him from going insane from no sex.
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