Second Chance 3: Ask Me Again 3: David's Story by Theresa Hodge Page B
Authors: Theresa Hodge
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you tell her that you are her father?" I asked.
"I-I don't know," he stuttered. “I may have waited too long to approach her, so maybe it is best if she never finds out about me."
"How is that best for her? How is it best for you?" I questioned him. "Have you ever thought that, after all those miscarriages your wife had, maybe God was finally giving you a chance to be a father?" I couldn't judge him and I wasn't even going to try. God knows I could never judge anyone with the things I had done in the past, I thought. "She deserves to know that you are her father and she deserves an explanation of why you couldn't be there for her while growing up. Being truthful with her is the key, sir," I urged him.
"You really love Madelyn, don't you?" he asked me.
"I love her a lot," I admitted.
"I can see that son and I appreciate you being as outspoken as you are. I will tell her I’m her father as soon as possible."
"Come to dinner at my house on Saturday. You can tell her then," I suggested.
"What time shall I be there?"
"Six o'clock will be good," I said scribbling down my address on the back of my business card and giving it to him. "You won't regret telling her sir. Madelyn is a beautiful woman on the inside and on the outside," I said standing.
"Thank you, David," Mr., McConnell said coming to his feet as well and extending his hand. "Thank you for not judging me and listening to everything that I had to say."
"Everyone deserves to right their wrongs. I was blessed enough to right mines and I have a feeling that you will be blessed to right yours, as well," I said before leaving his office in high spirits.
Chapter 20
Madelyn
"This spaghetti sauce smells delicious," I said to David, as I sampled the meat sauce. "I didn't know that you were such a great cook. What other surprises are you keeping from me?" I asked him teasingly.
"There are many layers to me, babe. I have many surprises in store for you, but you have to promise to stick around to find out," he teased back.
"You can count on it," I said on a serious note. "I am not going anywhere," I promised. "You are stuck with me for the long haul," I said going up behind him to wrap my arms around his trim waist. I laid my head against his broad back and inhaled his masculine clean scent.
I closed my eyes briefly to luxuriate in the warm feel of him against my cheek. He stopped what he was doing and turned in my arms. I reached up to intertwine my arms around his neck to pull his lips down to mines. I meshed my mouth tentatively against his succulent lips.
His lips clung to mines for a brief moment before he slowly drew them away. He boldly took control and initiated another kiss. He made a statement without even saying one word. He let his kiss speak for him. The kiss said that he wanted me, but he needed me like he need oxygen to breathe. It said, he wanted me, but he needed me like he needed fresh water to quench his thirst.
David is a must in my life, I mused between soul satisfying kisses.
He bestowed deep, sensuous kisses on my lips. Our tongues mated with the intimacy of making love. My receptive mouth received each thrust of his tongue with relish. I was becoming like a drugged woman intoxicated off his seducing kisses. His brand of sensuousness needed to be bottled and branded for all time, but consumed only by me.
The sound of the doorbell put a stop to us taking things any further. We pulled apart reluctantly. "Will you get the door for me?" he asked. "That should be our guest and he is right on time," he added before swatting me playfully on the bottom as I went to answer the door.
*
The meal is really delicious," Mr. McConnell said as he finished up his second serving of spaghetti. "My compliments to the chef," he added.
"Thank you sir," David said with a grin.
"There is no need for that sir business here, David. We are off the clock. Both of you, please call me Theodore," he jovially suggested, his glance including us
"I-I don't know," he stuttered. “I may have waited too long to approach her, so maybe it is best if she never finds out about me."
"How is that best for her? How is it best for you?" I questioned him. "Have you ever thought that, after all those miscarriages your wife had, maybe God was finally giving you a chance to be a father?" I couldn't judge him and I wasn't even going to try. God knows I could never judge anyone with the things I had done in the past, I thought. "She deserves to know that you are her father and she deserves an explanation of why you couldn't be there for her while growing up. Being truthful with her is the key, sir," I urged him.
"You really love Madelyn, don't you?" he asked me.
"I love her a lot," I admitted.
"I can see that son and I appreciate you being as outspoken as you are. I will tell her I’m her father as soon as possible."
"Come to dinner at my house on Saturday. You can tell her then," I suggested.
"What time shall I be there?"
"Six o'clock will be good," I said scribbling down my address on the back of my business card and giving it to him. "You won't regret telling her sir. Madelyn is a beautiful woman on the inside and on the outside," I said standing.
"Thank you, David," Mr., McConnell said coming to his feet as well and extending his hand. "Thank you for not judging me and listening to everything that I had to say."
"Everyone deserves to right their wrongs. I was blessed enough to right mines and I have a feeling that you will be blessed to right yours, as well," I said before leaving his office in high spirits.
Chapter 20
Madelyn
"This spaghetti sauce smells delicious," I said to David, as I sampled the meat sauce. "I didn't know that you were such a great cook. What other surprises are you keeping from me?" I asked him teasingly.
"There are many layers to me, babe. I have many surprises in store for you, but you have to promise to stick around to find out," he teased back.
"You can count on it," I said on a serious note. "I am not going anywhere," I promised. "You are stuck with me for the long haul," I said going up behind him to wrap my arms around his trim waist. I laid my head against his broad back and inhaled his masculine clean scent.
I closed my eyes briefly to luxuriate in the warm feel of him against my cheek. He stopped what he was doing and turned in my arms. I reached up to intertwine my arms around his neck to pull his lips down to mines. I meshed my mouth tentatively against his succulent lips.
His lips clung to mines for a brief moment before he slowly drew them away. He boldly took control and initiated another kiss. He made a statement without even saying one word. He let his kiss speak for him. The kiss said that he wanted me, but he needed me like he need oxygen to breathe. It said, he wanted me, but he needed me like he needed fresh water to quench his thirst.
David is a must in my life, I mused between soul satisfying kisses.
He bestowed deep, sensuous kisses on my lips. Our tongues mated with the intimacy of making love. My receptive mouth received each thrust of his tongue with relish. I was becoming like a drugged woman intoxicated off his seducing kisses. His brand of sensuousness needed to be bottled and branded for all time, but consumed only by me.
The sound of the doorbell put a stop to us taking things any further. We pulled apart reluctantly. "Will you get the door for me?" he asked. "That should be our guest and he is right on time," he added before swatting me playfully on the bottom as I went to answer the door.
*
The meal is really delicious," Mr. McConnell said as he finished up his second serving of spaghetti. "My compliments to the chef," he added.
"Thank you sir," David said with a grin.
"There is no need for that sir business here, David. We are off the clock. Both of you, please call me Theodore," he jovially suggested, his glance including us
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