Not your typical baby mama

In West Village

Nora, who was fast asleep, was just beginning to wake up. The bright light seeping in through the curtains were enough to alert her that it was late in the morning knowing she had slept late too. Her lips curved up and she moaned feeling feathery kisses being planted at the back of her neck all the way to shoulder blade.

"Still not enough?" She murmured with her eyes closed.

"This is your fault for depriving me of my needs for the past few days", George answered, still planting kisses before he suddenly stopped. "You still haven't given me my answer."

She sighed internally, "Amy needed help, we both know that."

"There's nothing wrong with helping someone but putting your life in danger is an entirely different issue", he countered.

They had fought about this especially Nora's impulsive decision to be Amy's stand in at the funeral. He had never been so scared of losing her than in that moment and when he tried to express his displeasure and for her to promise to not be so reckless anymore, she took it as him trying to control her and their whole thing blew up. They had slept in different rooms and she gave him a silent treatment on top of that, practically living as strangers.

"You also know that it was urgent", she pointed. They didn't have time.

"We could have still found someone", he argued. Are they fighting again? George breathed out a frustrated sigh. "I want you to understand that I'm not trying to control you", he continued, more calmly. "Heck! You can do whatever you want, that's one of the reasons I like about you, you're a free spirit. But all I'm saying is I'm worried. I'll be worried if you do something like that. You're too important to me."

She let out a sigh, fighting with him was so exhausting for her. She did not enjoy it one bit and after rekindling things the day before, she was not about to ruin it again. Plus, he was right, and his concern only melted her heart.

"Fine, I promise not to do anything as reckless", she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "I don't want to fight about this ever again."

His lips lifted into a proud smirk as he turned her over so she lay on her back. "Why? Don't you like the outcome?" He asked, as he situated himself between her legs.

"Well..... Oh!" She moaned out when he swiftly entered her.

She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer as he dove into her in deep sensual strokes. Seeing her face contort in pleasure aroused him even more as he picked up his pace. His hands roamed her body, feeling and gropping as he pounded into her leaving her a moaning mess.

Bang!

They both froze at the sound and stayed quiet. She looked up at him, a hint of fear reflecting in her eyes. "What was that?"

She asked at the same he asked, "Are you expecting someone?"

She shook her head no, "Did you lock the doors last night?"

"I did", he replied, still trying to listen.

What followed was the sound of something being dragged across the floor that increased her fear. He immediately slipped out and got off her.

"I'll go have a look. Stay here." He threw on his boxers and jeans as soon as he got off the bed and walked to the door.

Of course, she wasn't having it. As scared as she was, she still wanted to know who had the guts to break into her parents' house. She reached George's shirt that lay on top of the sheets and threw it on. She quickly did so as he opened the door quietly only for him to freeze a second later.

"Oooooooooooh! Richard I was right!" Stella said, openly admiring his well sculpted chest.

"Mom?" Nora whisper-yelled recognizing the voice. She pulled down the shirt and jumped out of bed, running to George's side before slamming the door close.

"That was my mom", she whisper-yelled in panic.

"That was your mom", he repeated.

A million things went through her mind before she eyed and gasped in shock. "You didn't zip up."

He wrung a couple of curses realizing Stella had not only seen him shirtless, but she saw his boxers that peeked through his unzipped trousers. The possibly good impression she had of him must have flown out of the window and Richard, no man would be too fond of another man screwing his daughter. This was not how he wanted to explain his relationship with Nora.

"We're waiting!" Stella said in a sing-songy way.

The two quickly dressed up whatever they could find and soon joined the two adults in the living room. They sat opposite each other. George's back was unusually straight, he dared not go relax in his seat under Richard's glare. Stella could not help her gleeful expression while Nora went from embarrassed to annoyed.

"Why are you back?" She started, breaking the silence, ignoring the glare that George was discreetly sending her.

"What do you mean by that? It's our house", she countered with distaste. This daughter of hers.

"I mean it's too soon. Weren't you helping Amy and recovering from your surgery?" She said with her own case of displeasure.

"Do you have any idea how long we've been gone?" she shook her head. "Why? Were you having fun playing house?"

"I can't exactly deny it", she replied nonchalantly.

"I'm sure of it", she clicked her tongue in disapproval. "You couldn't care to at least hide the evidence."

Nora did not understand what she meant until she followed her line of sight. Her eyes widened before she quickly picked up a lace bra and thong laying carelessly on the floor. She stuffed them behind her back, embarrassed that her dad saw that too. George was worse off, wishing the ground could swallow him right then especially when Richard's glare intensified.

"I was wondering how far you've gotten but I've just got my answer", she chuckled in amusement.

"Stella", Richard warned, not finding the situation amusing.

She smacked his thigh, "And loosen up, will you. Can't you see your attitude is intimidating George? The poor boy hasn't spoken a word since. George dear", she turned to him smiling. "Relax."

George dared not to nod or do so under Richard's glare. The latter got a pleading gaze from his daughter but he ignored her and turned to George. "Let's talk outside."

Without waiting for a response, he got up and walked out. George was quickly to follow him. Stella only sighed as she watched him close the door behind him.

"But seriously, isn't it too soon? And couldn't you call?" Nora continued to complain.

"Roserie is now a month old, Amy wants to learn how to manage without us", she explained, suppressing the annoyance her daughter was causing her. "And speaking of Amy, she and Zach will be getting married in three months. Gosh we have a lot to prepare for! Do the ladies still meet for our group discussions?"

"Rarely. I don't know, I'm hardly there these days", she shrugged.

"Yeah, too busy playing house", Stella have her an accusing gaze. "And it's 11 in the morning, jeez!"

"What can I say? The man knows how to hit it right", she said with a smile, reminiscing how he works her body right when a thought that wiped away her smile suddenly hit her. "Wait, if you guys are back here. Does that mean George has to go back?"

Stella could not answer that though the answer was quite obvious. She watched her daughter intently. Was she that head over heels over George so badly? Her eyes could tell. Wow.

Is this the end of Nora wanting both Zach and Amy and finally locking down on George? Nora, who was sad, grew confused when she saw the smile that curved up on her mother's lips.