Dave stood with his jaw hanging as Beverly led her away, back to the infamous bathroom. It was sure getting a lot of use today. She got a cloth and towel and gently patted her face dry, saying soothing words to calm her down. Marsha hugged her like she was afraid to let go. When she finally calmed down, Beverly had her wash her face, envying the smooth skin of youth. She wore no makeup, her hair in a simple ponytail. "I'm all right now. We can go back now." "Let's give it a minute. Let your ponytail down, and I'll straighten it a little." Marsha obeyed Beverly like a child, and she sat her in front of the mirror, straightening out her tangles. Without thinking Beverly started redoing Marsha's hair, putting it in an elaborate braid. It made her even more attractive. Determining to go farther, she used a bit of blush, a hint of mascara, and a light pink lipstick on her. Marsha sat silently, her eyes getting bigger as she watched herself transform. When Beverly was done, she would have
"Here's what we do. I'll take charge of the legal stuff, that's my strong suit. Yours is sales, so you need to sell her on the idea of being an adult and doing what's best for both of them." "Won't it look bad, a single older man taking a young woman and child in?" That stung. Beverly finally let some of her temper loose. "You listen to me, Dave Waxman. You are not a single man! You have a wife, and she is not inclined to be referred to as the former Mrs. Waxman. It took all of this to wake me up, Dave, and I intend to never sleep again. I've missed you so badly, honey. But introspection has led me to understand that what happened is all on me. I took you for granted for so long that I got used to it. I got bad advice, went a little power mad, and screwed my life up in ways I could never imagine. Tonight was the first step on my way back to you. Do you still love me?" It took everything she had to ask that question, and she was scared to death of the answer. He looked thoughtful, a
Marsha was standing there waffling between hopeful and scared. Ari was in Beverly's arms, almost asleep. Bev had that determined CEO look on her face. When he didn't say anything, he saw her start to tremble. Then he grinned."Well, so it shall be. I leave it to you girls to decorate it."He turned to Marsha. "You understand what we're offering you?"As an answer, she flew into his arms and cried her heart out. Bev put a sleeping Ari down and joined the hug. He left them a few minutes later, going into the living room to sit on his favorite recliner. He tried to understand how his life had changed so much in the last twenty-four hours.Beverly came down a few minutes later, surprising him by joining him on his oversized recliner. Once she got comfortable, she started talking softly while gently stroking his chest. "This changes everything, doesn't it? I'm going back to the old house to pack what I need. I'm taking Marsha with me to help, so you're on Da .
Marsha had cooked breakfast and they sat down to eat as any family in suburbia would. Ari insisted on a kiss goodbye, and they also kissed Marsha on the cheek, not wanting to leave her out. Marsha had a driver's license so she took Beverly's car and dropped Dave off so they didn't have to swap the car seat. Beverly drove Dave's truck to work.Jen burst into the office three minutes after Beverly was seated. "Does that truck belong to who I think it does?"She couldn't help grinning. "It belongs to my HUSBAND, if that's what you're asking. Now, go to work Nosy Nellie. We'll talk at break."She bounced through the door five minutes early, bearing coffee and pastries. Beverly refused to say a word until they had their snack and were sipping their coffee."Dave and I are back together, Jen. We have things to work out, and counseling will probably be involved, so I may miss a few hours now and then. It probably won't be as easy as I'd like, and there will probably be times when I'm depress
They woke with a smile and a plan to their personal little alarm clock. It occurred to Beverly when they were intimate they'd have to make sure the door was locked. She giggled at the thought. Marsha didn't quite know what to think, and Ari had no clue about the changes coming into her life. She hustled them into the car for a trip to the mall. She showed Marsha the type of clothes she needed to maintain a professional appearance, and she chose well. Then she told her to pick some non-working clothes. There were a few miniskirts that she wanted approval for, and four or five pair of very well fitting jeans. She picked up some basic tees and a couple of cuter tops, and then she was set. Beverly sent her to pick her own underwear, telling her to bear in mind how it would look under her professional clothes. She then concentrated on Ari. It was all a wonder to her, but it didn't take long before she was giggling and cooing as Beverly had her try on several outfits, as well as some reall
They woke to Ari pounding on the door, upset that she couldn't get in. He dove for the bathroom while Bev slipped into her robe and opened the door. Ari was crying but soon settled down as Bev cuddled her. "No more locked doors," she told him the next night. "If we need time alone, we'll make sure the door is open when we're done. Got it?"They fell into a routine the next few weeks. Ari never missed a day of waking them up, diving on the bed for kisses and hugs while she chattered happily about what she was going to do at school. Marsha had been taking makeup lessons from Bev, and she'd get ready for work while they entertained Ari. In her professional dress with proper makeup, she looked a lot older than eighteen. Dave wasn't happy about that. Bev would laugh."Everybody knows she's the boss's daughter. There may be some interest, I would be disappointed if there wasn't, as pretty as she is, but it's a professional environment and Jen and I watch her like a hawk. Still, she's eighte
Beverly hugged her hard, trying not to ruin her makeup by crying. "It's me who should be thanking you. I had just about lost everything. My career was going up in flames, my husband had left me, and I had nothing left. Then I came to that cookout to make one more effort to get my life back. I not only got my husband back, I got a family as a bonus. Have I told you how much I love you and Ari, and how proud I am of you?" Marsha laughed. "Every day. It'll probably take another thirty or forty years before I get tired of it. Now, straighten that face! It's almost time." She walked through the door to the cheers and claps of their friends. The reverend of the Episcopalian church they had been attending for the last fourteen months was standing at the bower, smiling. Their friends from the age appropriate group they had joined were there. Jen had even flown in with her husband and five month old son. Sol stood beside Dave, while Susan, dressed to match Marsha and Arianna, took her place
He lasted a few more years after Beverly retired before he followed her. Sol's daughter was changing and he didn't like the direction she was taking. Sol's death had hit her very hard and she was rudderless for a few months. She finally got over it when Bev showed up and forced her to go to lunch, telling her their story. "When was the last time you surprised your husband with a night of passion? When was the last time you even had dinner with him. This..." she waved her hand around the office, "is not worth your husband. I almost lost mine and I'll never forget the feeling of pain, or the struggle it took to get him back. Think long and hard, Amanda. You think Sol would want this? Hell no, he wouldn't! He'd tell you to sell the damn company before you lost your family. Think back, he ran the company for decades and hardly ever missed dinner with his family or any of your important moments growing up. If he could do it, you can do it."