My Son by Marie Kelly Page B

pang at those words her mind wondering for how long she would be allowed to play the part of mummy.
    “Would it be Ok if we used the pool” she had asked as Beth had looked at her in surprise
    “ Of course you can….use anything you want honey, this is your home now” she had replied gently
    “ Well best get back” she said before standing to retrieve the tray.  However, placing Max back in his buggy Kelly had insisted on carrying the tray while the older woman enjoyed pushing the buggy back to the house.  As they walked the two women had spoke pleasantly, enjoying the warm sunshine on their backs.  Kelly had discovered that Beth Green, as Kelly had already guessed did not originate from Spain, but from America.  She had originally worked for Marc’s mother before moving with her when she had married Marc’s father.  Talking about his mother her eyes had glazed over with fond memories.
    “A won derful woman” she had said “Marc’s father and her, they were so in love” she sighed sadly “His father never did get over it when she died.  It was so tragic” 
    “What happened” Kelly had asked softly
    “She got ill; Marc was so close to his mother.. It hit him really hard” Beth then laughed uncomfortably realising how much she was telling the younger woman she hardly knew, and had quickly changed the subject.
    When Marc had arrived home he had instantly gone looking for Max, meeting Beth on the way who had pointed him to the pool area.
    “ You’re early” she said in surprise.
    He had thrown her a mischievous smile
    “Hey I’m the boss” he had chuckled before making his way outside.
    They didn’t notice him initially when he reached the pool and sitting on one of the many chairs dotted around he had watched as Max had sat in his water ring smacking his hands against the water splashing Kelly who stood protectively over him and also himself.  When the water had hit his face he would close his eyes a look of annoyance passing over him.  So comical were his antics that Marc had laughed out loud, causing Kelly to jump around in surprise.
    “I didn’t see you there” she had said trying hard to ignore the fluttering in her stomach.
    “Sorry” he grinned pulling out his mobile phone and taking photos of the small child happily splashing in the water
    “We were just coming out” she had said lifting Max
    “He’s going all pruney”
    Max had not liked being lifted from the cool water and had cried in frustration, his arms and legs kicking out.
    Marc had lifted a towel and taking his son from Kelly, wrapped him inside the fluffy folds. He had then tickled the small boy until he was once more giggling happily, before glancing over at her.
    Looking at her through appreciative eyes Marc was able to watch how the water droplets had slowly moved down her supple body.  She had a wonderful figure from her round ripe breasts to her flat stomach with hips which flared out; every part of her was perfect.  He watched as she had leant down to dry her long shapely legs causing her hair to fall across her face, like a golden shimmering shower. 
    “I foun d a petting farm nearby” he had finally said his voice a little more huskily than normal
    “I thought that we could both head out there tomorrow, perhaps get Beth to make us a picnic or something.”
    “ That sounds wonderful” she responded with a smile
    “I should however, tell you that Beth is determined to have a party at night”
    Kelly grinned
    “Beth said – she’s going to make him a cake”
    Marc had raised an eyebrow in surprise at the casualness of her address.  Beth Green was not someone who easily opened up to strangers.
    “You two been getting friendly” he asked quizzically seeing as Kelly had smiled back, “She is a very nice lady” she had responded
    With that they all made their way back into the house where Max was again played with before being fed, bathed and put to bed.
    Marc and Kelly had once again spent a pleasant