My Spare Husband - Season Three #1
Leaving On A Jet Plane
Hi reader,
I’m sure you are busy planning your holidays and festivities. I wish you all the best and hope these next few days are a festival of family and love for everyone.
By popular demand, My Spare Husband returns for a new season, and it’s time to move to Maine amid much kinky fun.
I hope you enjoy this season.
For those who have not enjoyed the story yet, please follow the links to Chapter One or wherever you left off before.
I will also publish a new season of one of my ongoing Family Fun series and Piazza Bella soon.
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The aircraft cabin lights had been dimmed, and I was glad. Jet lag would bite about ten hours after we landed, which was still almost twenty hours away, and after a long, boring transit stop in London’s Heathrow.
As I stared around a cabin comprised mainly of my family, who enjoyed various activity levels, I hoped my grandchildren would sleep early on in our journey and rest later when we reached home.
I scanned each face, saw their wakened smile or peaceful slumber, and shook my head in amazement.
I have a new fiancé, kids with my husband, grandchildren, and now Olivia, my husband’s daughter. How did I get here?
Olivia’s arrival in our lives initially came as a shock, but I reacted the only way I could - accepting my husband’s daughter and her son as he would. Her age pre-dated when Charlie and I met by a few years, so there was no question of my husband’s loyalty to me.
I’d had three days to get to know Olivia and Charlie, an inadequate amount of time, considering the complexity her discovery of us meant to everyone. But, my first impressions were good, and I liked the woman who had so many of my deceased husband’s fine qualities.
As I studied the daughter who was half-sibling to my children from across the aisle, I couldn’t fathom why her mother kept her father’s identity a secret until the end.
As I processed, I nursed a crystal glass filled with the most excellent Bloody Mary. First Class on our Boeing Dreamliner flight delivered exceptional service, including encrusting the rim of my glass with sea salt flakes and cracked black pepper—I love a spicy Bloody Mary.