Find Me Alastar

We finally pull into a driveway and he comes around to open the door for me. It’s dark and the house

is on a large plot of land it seems. It’s a farmhouse from what I can tell. A dog barks to announce our

arrival.

“Are you ready, my love?” Alastar asks me gently.

I nod as my heart tries to escape my chest. “I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me?”

He leans into the car and kisses me gently. “They will love you.”

Getting out of the car, I make my way up the path with my hand in his, and the front door opens in a

rush. His parents appear and they both call out in excitement. “Hello.”

“Hello, boy,” his father calls.

“Hello, Pa.” Alastar laughs out loud as he grabs him in an embrace, and then moves over to his

mother.

I smile broadly at his obvious affection for his parents.

He turns to me and holds his hand toward me. “This is Emmaline,” he announces proudly.

“Hello.” I smile nervously as their attention turns to me. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Ahh.” His father pulls me into an embrace. “Lovely to meet you, lass.”

His mother stands back and smiles softly, and then comes over to me and grabs my face between her

two hands.

Her eyes are wise and caring. “You are she,” she whispers with wonder.

Huh? What does that mean? Gosh, they talk in riddles.

“You are she,” she whispers again.

My eyes glance to Alastar while his eyes linger lovingly on my face. “Aye, Momma. This is she.”

She places both of her hands onto her chest. “Emmaline, I am so happy you finally came. We have been

waiting for you.”

I smile stupidly at Alastar and he throws me a cheeky wink. We follow them through the darkness and

back up the path that leads us into the farmhouse. The house is two stories and old-exactly what I would

imagine a farmhouse in Ireland to look like. My eyes look around at the beautiful surroundings. It’s warm

with an open fire and country style furnishings. The smell of something amazing cooking fills the room.

The atmosphere is loving and inviting. Alastar squeezes my hand in reassurance and I squeeze it back.

“Let me show you up to your room, Emmaline,” his mother says gently.

“Thank you.” I smile. She’s so nice. She’s shorter than me, with curly grey hair that sits just below her

collar. Her face is gentle and wise. She’s curvy and big breasted like me. I like her already. She grabs my

hand and pulls me up the stairs, along the landing with Alastar following us with our suitcases.

“Do you want to stay with Alastar in his room?” she asks innocently.

Oh… crap. I do but I want to pretend to be pure. Hmm, trick question time.

“Aye, Momma, she’s staying with me.” Alastar interrupts from behind us.

She smiles cheekily at him over her shoulder. “She might not want to stay with you, son.”

“She does,” he replies dryly.

Her mischievous eyes dance with delight as they turn to me.

“Umm.” I glance at Alastar. What am I supposed to say in this situation? I don’t want her to know we

are bonking like rabbits every chance we get. “I will stay where you want me to stay, Mrs O’Shea,” I

answer quietly. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

She smiles warmly. “What a lovely answer, but I’m only teasing. You can stay with Alastar. He won’t

want to be away from you for a moment, and please, call me Connie.”

I smile bashfully. Was that a test? Did I pass? Truth be known, I would have made him sneak into my

room as soon as the lights went out, anyway. She opens the door to the room at the end of the hallway. It’s

large with a multicolored bedspread and lampshades on the side tables next that sit next to the bed.

“This is Alastar’s room,” she announces proudly.

I smile at her, and then him. It’s blatantly obvious she adores her son. “It’s lovely, thank you.” Alastar

walks past me and into the room with our ridiculously expensive matching suitcases. He bought me newThis is from NôvelDrama.Org.

luggage through the week to match his. Even my makeup case is matching. His neat fetish is very real.

“Freshen up and I will see you both downstairs.” She smiles warmly. She wraps her arms around

Alastar and holds him close. “Oh, I have missed you, son.”

“Me, too, momma. I’m home now.” He smiles as she puts her head on his chest and I watch them

embrace for a moment.

Sadness sweeps over me. What must it be like to have a child move away from home? For the first

time since I got back with Alastar, I miss my mum. She leaves the room and then Alastar smiles and takes

me in his arms. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“What for?”