A Woman Found
Who was she? Sitting in class as a
thirty-something mother of three was not her idea of something fun to do. The
auburn haired mother questioned the last five years of her existence. If it
wasn’t for her children, Jessica would have moved to Italy after her divorce.
Why didn’t she? Why did she have so many damn questions about her own life? Get
it together, Jessica, the fair skinned woman demanded of her-self.
The question of why not, never left
her mind. Why did she stay in this Podunk town? The ex-husband that helped her
create these beautiful little people was nowhere to be found. Was it family?
No, her family rarely came to visit, and when they did it just ended in
shouting matches and name calling. Sitting in that class listening to the
instructor drone on about what makes a person who they are made Jessica
restless. Suddenly, she saw her possibilities become greater. She wanted to be
daring.
That night after dinner, homework,
and bedtime routines, Jess soaked in her garden tub. The tub she fought so hard
to keep, in the house she had built while married to George. He was a miserable
person, and they had a miserable marriage. In fact, shortly after they married,
Jessica couldn’t recall why she wanted to marry him in the first place. The
question of ‘why’ nagged at her. Biting her stained red lip, she thought, ‘why
not?’
Jessica was free of strings, no real
friends to speak of, no family. Just Jess, and her three kids. Adventure didn’t
need to wait. The next morning the single mother created posters and took out
ads to sell all of her belongings. Her life was hers, kids or not, she was
going to live life to its fullest. Within a weeks’ time, everything Jessica
owned was sold. The children were permitted to keep one toy they could carry on
the flight and whatever electronic devices the wanted as long as it could fit
in a suitcase. It seemed like the most reckless thing a mother could do, but
she didn’t care. Everything was paid for. Flights were booked, a home was
rented, and a job was lined up. Italy would be their new home.
When things settled into a normal
routine, Jessica stood on her back porch, coffee in hand enjoying the view of
her new home. The smell in the air was like nothing she had ever known.
Learning Italian was a challenge, but the children picked up quickly. Jessica
would call herself lucky to be able to order a meal without sounding like a
toddler, but when she met Greyson, she was doing just that. Ordering her lunch,
speaking Italian like a toddler.
Greyson was handsome. Not handsome in
the Harlequin Romance sense of the word, but handsome. In fact, everything
about him seemed quite average; brown hair, brown eyes, slight build, with a
chipped side tooth. The chemistry she felt was confusing. He was not her type,
but every average thing about him was absolutely perfect to her. It didn’t hurt
that he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Though Jessica couldn’t speak
Italian fluently, she understood everything he said. Working as an English
teacher with a classroom full of Italian kids will make anyone understand a new
language quickly. What the mother couldn’t get over was how Greyson looked at
her. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. Their meet ups
at the local bistro started ending with walks back to her door. Greyson was the
perfect gentleman and never dared to ask to come inside.
Their regularly scheduled meeting
day was interrupted by an ill child. Jessica’s youngest son had not been
feeling well and she couldn’t bring herself to leave him with a sitter. Looking
at the clock in her sparsely furnished living room, she let a sigh escape her
lips. For the first time in a long time, she felt something for a man. She
found herself wondering what he was doing and who he was doing it with. As she
checked her phone for the fifth time, a knock at her door startled her. Brows
furrowed above her piercing green eyes. Trying to maneuver her sleeping child
off of her lap, the mother slowly slid off the couch raising her arms in
success.
When she peered through the peep
hole it was too dark to see. Once again, she remembered she needed a light
bulb. Cautiously cracking the door, a familiar face emerged drenched with rain.
Greyson stood with a Tupperware of soup in his hand.
“I wanted to make sure your little
boy had some homemade soup. It’s my grandmother’s recipe.” The nervous man
smiled, water dripping from his lashes.
Delighted shock crossed Jessica’s
face. “You didn’t have to go through any trouble. I thought we agreed to meet
next week.”
Suddenly feeling a sense of urgency,
Greyson stepped forward and met the beauty’s bold red lips with a kiss. Jessica
stepped out into the rain to fully meet his lips, shutting the door behind her.
The warm water quickly drenched her short auburn hair, as his unmistakably
average hands brushed over her hips widen by child birth. He always told her
how much he loved her hips. As the passion grew, clothes were shed as they made
their way to the back of the wraparound porch. Even in the rain his hands were
rough. The moonlight illuminated all the parts of her that her ex-husband
criticized. While trying to cover herself, Greyson would slowly remove her hand
and kiss every stretch mark, every dimple that made her feel unattractive. With
every kiss he revealed why he loved those parts about her.
“You hide your beauty, my love.
Don’t hide from me. I see you, I want you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I
love those marks, because as a mother, you love your children fiercely. You
earned them. I love your hips, they housed life and brought it into this world.
I love your thighs, they’re powerful, beautiful and open just for me. I love
every part of you, because I love you.” Greyson spoke with passion and truth.
Relaxing with every word, Jessica
sat on her patio wall and allowed her perfectly average man to enter her.
Thrusting slowly in unison she let everything negative fall away. On that
porch, she was beautiful. She was powerful. She was his.
Hope you enjoyed the read!
~ J
