_Jo's POV_
Henry and I finished having sex; having a toe curling climax, and paused to listen in on my Mom and Abe. We got dressed; our clothes clinging to our sweaty bodies, and peered downstairs. "EW. My son in law is making out with my mother," I gagged; quickly looking away. "She likely thinks he's my father.. Let her for now.. They likely were just getting a high off of watching and listening to us carry on," Henry explained. "Doesn't that bother you? Your son is making out with his grandmother in law," I said. "Yes.. It's vaguely disturbing.. But there's not much we can do about it.. Lest we wish to go down there, break it up, and then explain why," he replied. "Look at you.. My husband always needed a little blue pill," Mom purred. "I think I'm going to vomit," I grumbled. "Would you like to tell your mother about my condition?" Henry asked; arching his brows. "No.. Yes.. I don't know," I babbled; massaging my temples while I thought it out. "Can she keep a secret, Jo? Yes or no?" he questioned. "Yes. Just make it stop," I groaned; tasting bile. "That's a tad overdramatic," Henry teased; descending the stairs. I followed close behind him, and witnessed Mom unzipping Abe's pants; grabbing his.. tool.. His old man tool. "Has her daughter's libido," Henry chuckled; tapping his shoulder. "I didn't start it," Abe defended. My mom crawled off of him; extremely embarrassed. "Sorry kids," she mumbled; buttoning her blouse back up. "Mom, there's something we have to tell you, that makes what you were just doing really gross," I announced. "Henry is Abe's father.. Abe isn't Henry's," I started. "You were making out with your grandson in law," I continued. "What?" she squinted. "Perhaps it'd be better if I explain," Henry butted in. "I am immortal.. 235 years old.. Yet my outward appearance doesn't change.. I was 35 when I first died," he explained. She looked to Abe for confirmation and he nodded his head yes. "That's impossible.. The first time? You've died multiple times? Jo, have you even seen him die?" she wondered; turning her head to face me. "Yep. That's how he convinced me.. Slit his throat," I answered. "I want to believe you.. but I don't," she admitted. Henry looked me in the eyes; telepathically asking me if it was alright to kills himself in front of her. "Mom.. Henry can prove it.. But we need to know that we can trust you.. and that you won't tell anyone," I said. "You have my word.. I won't tell," she responded. With that, Henry took a letter opener off of Abe's desk; raising it to his throat, and my mom screamed; begging him to put it down. He slit his throat, and Abe and I cringed; listening to my mom cry. He disappeared into thin air, and her eyes widened.
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_Henry's POV_
Abraham, Jo and her mother showed up to the river a little after dusk; a towel in Jo's hand. Beth looked like she was going to faint. "My apologies. I didn't want you to have to find out like that," I announced; scooting into the backseats beside Jo. Beth sat in the front; peering back at me to make sure that I'm real. "You put a baby in, and are married to a woman 200 years younger than you.." she started. "When were you born?" she asked; making me grin. "1779," I smiled. "Dios mio(my god)," she mumbled; peering forward. "Okay, Mom. We're not going to give you the 'Tell anyone and we'll have to kill you' talk.. But you know.. Don't tell anyone or we'll have to move to a new country and switch names," Jo spoke.
