“Prince’s mom is god damn …”
We spent Friday afternoon and most of Saturday in Christmas shopping. We split in teams: my Ivy, Fran and me, our moms and B.W., and Boss, my dad and Prince. Everybody knew what to buy to others. Of course, that included our close friends. We were all in touch so we wouldn’t duplicate or triple same gifts for one person. When we talked to each other about what we bought, my Prince’s name wasn’t mentioned at all. We all knew he is not into receiving gifts, but, still, it pained me. I tried to discretely influence on him yesterday morning, but he knows me too well. When I started cuddly: “Honeeeeeey, ammm, what……” he interrupted me saying: “No!” Seeing my sad face he apologized and said gently: “Honey, I didn’t mean to be rude, but …. don’t, just don’t, OK?! ….. I love you.” After that he loudly kissed me, lifted my blouse up to my breasts and showered my exposed tummy with kisses prattling to our baby boy. He still addresses to him as “My little one”.
We agreed that we would help decorating Boss’s house, store our gifts and have a family Christmas lunch at his place since he and his wife have the biggest house. We will cook at our houses and bring the food to their, except my Prince. He’s gonna cook with B.W. who feels much better now and who expressed “special” wish to cook with him. I thought she will cook with our moms and my Prince will cook with us, but she needed him for some reason and he can’t say “No” to her. (actually he hardly says “No” to anyone). When she asked us if it is OK if she “steal” him from us for couple of hours, we said it is OK. And we meant. He loves her and respect her as one of his three none biological moms and she loves him as her own son. So, my Fran will take his place in our kitchen. Now, I like my Fran but, we can’t deep kiss, eat food from each other’s mouth and have food sex with him. All of that disgusting him and he is not our husband. During the shopping yesterday morning, my Fran and I talked about Prince’s “gift problem”. My body guard was with us but he wasn’t involved in the conversation. He stood close by being on guard. My Prince and Ivy were in the Hotel rehearsing with the Hotel bend for Christmas program and organizing teams and jobs making sure that all goes smoothly for Christmas and New Year eves. I told my Fran that I’m sad and it makes me cry thinking how everyone will open their gifts on Christmas, but my Prince. I also told him that I tried to make him change his mind in the morning, but he didn’t let me. My Fran didn’t know what to do, but when we arrived home he looked all over our place looking for something that will “tell” him what to do. When he opened Prince’s wardrobe, he excitedly exclaimed: “ That’s it!” He pulled out the old coat (dated 1954 or 1964) that his father loved to wear. Old rugged jeans, cowboy boots, long white shirt hanging over the pants and that old black (now gray) coat was the part of his rock musician image during the winter. My Prince wore that coat more often when we lived in rented flat on 26th floor. Since we moved into new flat, he wore it too, but not so often, because few buttons were missing (although he rarely buttons up or zip his jackets) and silk and wool lining was heavily damaged. Some parts missed too. My Fran knows how much my Prince loved his father and how much he is attached to his and his uncle’s items. Fran said to me that we can restore that coat for him; repaint it in black and put the new buttons and lining. He also said that he will talk to the others who wants to buy a gift to him to collect that money for “The baby”. They will put that money in special envelop and give it to him as our Christmas gift to him that he cannot reject. I was so happy, thrilled, and melted that I started to cry hugging him and showering his face with kisses and “thank yous”. My Fran took the coat and left before my luvs arrived home. My Prince thrilled me with news when he and Ivy came home after the work. He said that he informed his team, all personnel and business partners that he and Ivy are unavailable for anyone from 12.00 – 16.00 in Tuesday, 25th. because they want to be with us, especially with me on the big family Christmas lunch for they know how much it means to me. After the lunch he and Ivy and Boss will return to the Hotel for they have obligations. We took shower and had excellent sex. Than we started to decorate our house for Christmas. My Ivy and I sang various Christmas carols along with stereo, kissed numerous times and danced in the rhythm while my Prince smiled watching us and decorating the house and Christmas tree with us for we enjoyed doing it. Seeing us happy, he was happy too.
This day started perfectly, but ended badly. Just as we opened our eyes, my luvs kissed me first, each other and then they both cuddled and kissed my tummy talking to the baby. They do it every night and every morning. After sex under the shower and our morning routine, my Prince made excellent breakfast for us. I still exercise although I changed the technique. I’m doing exercises for pregnant women. My luvs are still very disciplined in joggings and martial arts trainings. They improved in every way. Both of them are very fast, strong and precise. We were preparing to cook together because our parents and Fran will come over for lunch. We are celebrating good winter season. All apartments in villa and bungalows are rented until 15th of January (thanks to old and new guests and Fran’s excellent work and advertising). Suddenly my Prince received video chat request from his sister. When he answered, it was his mother. He deeply sighed and became lightly nervous because he had a bad feeling about that call. Not wanting to disturb us, he went to talk to her on the balcony. We watched him through the windows.
Very shortly after he started to talk to her he became very upset. He walked up and down, waved with hands and his face was red as tomato. After short conversation he threw his phone on the chair and started to kick the kick bag. Then he ran to our beach and jumped in the sea although it was very cold. My Ivy and I talked about him and his mother and sister feeling sorry for him although we didn’t know what they talked about. We prepared everything for cooking before he joined us in the kitchen after the shower. He knew we want to know what happened. In short: his mom, Kurt and his sister planned to come in visit for Christmas holidays, but they will not come if he still lives in sinful relationship with us. He replied that we are still together and we will never break up. He also told her that I’m pregnant and that he plans to have a child with Ivy too. Hearing that, his mother went mad and told him that she will never accept our child and that he will not see his sister until he repents and break up his unholy relationship with us. She hanged up and he started to kick the kicking back. Maybe my Prince should play smarter and tell her not about my pregnancy and about the plan to have a baby with my Ivy. But, he is not a person who knows and wants to play games. He is direct and open no matter how much it will cost him. I agree that it is not always smart and good, but that’s him. He has been like that all his life and he doesn’t know other way. Ivy and I felt bad because we won’t see his sister either. We love her and she loves us.
We cooked together but we didn’t do it as we always do: happily dancing, kissing, slapping butts and similar. My Prince was sad that he will not see his sister and that his mother is still against our marriage. We sympathized with him. We hugged him and kissed him many times saying we love him. When we prepared the lunch, he dressed, took his gun loaded with wooden bullets, kissed us and said that he needs some time to be alone and deal with his sadness. He told us to not to worry because he will not cause any troubles and he will avoid fighting. He took the gun only for protection.
Our parents and Fran arrived and we explained to them what happened. They couldn’t believe what his mother is doing to him. My dad said:
- I feel very sorry for him. Having a mother like her makes your life much difficult. She is god damn religious crazy fanatic!
My mom looked at him sharply and told him that although he is right about her it’s not nice to say such things about her so openly. Anyway, we waited some time for my Prince’s return and then we started to eat although nobody had appetite after that. Instead of having long lunch filled with laughter and fun, we ate in silence. When my Prince returned, he kissed us, our parents and excused himself. He went to the bedroom, dressed off and laid in the bed. He slept almost immediately. My Ivy checked his gun and she saw he didn’t use it and his cloths weren’t dirty or ruined which means he didn’t fight as he promised. Instead of having celebration lunch we were all quiet and my mom sobbed whispering Prince’s name. In that moment I realized how lucky I am having my mom as my mom. I don’t know what will I do if I will have a mother as my Prince. His mother was hard on him all his life and he never turned to be bad. My mom was very good and nice to me and I turned to be a bad girl. What a paradox?! I showered my mom with kisses and tears thanking her for loving me as I am and never turned against me. Not even in the periods of my life when I was extremely rebellions and bad girl. My Ivy excused herself and she left to lay by his side and shower him with love and kisses. The lunch was shorter than we expected. Everyone helped in cleaning the table and washing the dishes, then they went home. I laid beside him too and gently kissed him cuddling his face. She wrapped around him and she slept kissing him. I couldn’t sleep. My hormones wild and I stood up to write this diary.
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