Ruby asked for her presence in the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. Caroline gave her a smirk as she passed. She slapped her sister on the leg then closed the door to the kitchen.
“If you’re going to ask me to dump him then don’t. Stephen is good to me,” she said.
“I care about you, Ursula. He’d older than you.”
“Dad is older than you. Please, don’t make a big deal out of this.”
“How can you be happy with a man like that?” Ruby asked.
“You’re happy with dad even though your whole family disowned you for getting married to him. Stephen means a lot to me. I’m not letting him go because you don’t like him.” Ursula hated arguing with her mother.
“Do you love him?”
“Yes. I do,” she said without hesitation.
“Then I can’t argue. We lead with our hearts. I’m still nervous about who Caroline will bring back home. We’d better get dinner on the table.”
Ursula helped her mother set the table. By the time she walked back into the sitting room Stephen and Malcolm were talking about some kind of sport. The day was going really well. Stephen smiled at her, reaching for her hand to kiss her.
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Stephen liked her family. They cared about her and wanted to make sure he was the right guy for her. Malcolm didn’t let him off the hook. When the questions came about his what intentions towards his daughter were, Stephen informed him that his intention was to marry her as soon as possible.
“Have you knocked my daughter up?” Malcolm asked.
“No, sir. I want Ursula to be mine. I’m going to propose to her over Christmas. I hope you like me because I’m not leaving her, ever.”
Several minutes passed then Malcolm smiled. “Welcome to the family, son. I couldn’t wait to claim Ruby as my own. I was obsessed to make her mine. This possessive streak can be a problem.”
Stephen laughed but then thought about Lucas and what he’d said. There was too much to think about in one go. He filed the information away for later. Ursula came in to take them through to the dining table. He adored her family even at the cramped dinner table. His mother enjoyed setting a big lavish table whereas the simple decorations cheered him up immensely. Ursula sat next to him. They passed round bowls of potatoes, vegetables, and meat. He knew where she got her talent in the kitchen. She clearly learnt from her mother. Watching her family interact was amazing. Being an only child had been rather lonely at times. His father wouldn’t allow his mother to have any more children because his birth had been dangerous. Her brothers teased her while Caroline fought over something with her mother. There was never a quiet moment. He loved every second and knew he’d love to come again soon.
Caroline helped clear away while Ursula took him upstairs. He laughed when Malcolm shouted up a warning for them to leave the door open. He felt like a teenage boy rather than a full grown man.
“How embarrassing can he be?” Ursula said.
“I like him. He loves you.”
“Are you ready for this? This is a younger me with lots of fairy tale dreams and wishes.”
“I want to see your room.” She opened the door pulling him inside. Very quietly she closed the door. Her bedroom was a light shade of pink. She had a single bed with a small amount of furniture. There was a vanity table at the end of her bed with pictures around the mirror. He went over to stare at all the pictures. “Who are these people in the pictures?” he asked.
She brushed against him. “That is Caroline. I did her hair for prom. There are a few friends who I lost touch with, and that there is my brothers. They like to fish, which is a really lame sport. I went and read for the entire day, and they didn’t catch anything. That’s me when I got my first waitress job.”
Stephen looked at each picture looking at Ursula as she grew up. “There isn’t one with you of prom.”
“I didn’t go.”
“Why not?”
“In case you didn’t see from the photos, no one wanted to go with the fat girl.” She sat on her bed, which still held a teddy bear. He sat next to her.
“I would have gone with you,” he said.
“That’s sweet.”
He caught her face turning her to look at him. Stephen leaned in close to kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers, he didn’t want to stop. Her little breathy moan spurred him on. She pushed him back on the bed, kissing him deeply. Her legs straddled him as he cupped her ass thrusting against her denim-clad pussy. Their moans filtered through the room. He grabbed the back of her head holding onto her.
“Whoa, so sorry.” They stopped and turned to see Caroline staring at them. “Dad said not to shut the door. Also, mom has your doggy bags ready to take with you for your journey home. Snow is forecast, and dad wants to make sure you both miss it.”