Spark

Chapter 7: Sunday Dinner

My mother when Eric and I had come over Sunday for dinner had decorated the dining room table as if Queen Elizabeth was making a special appearance. She even made me dress up. Like I literally had to wear a cocktail dress that was plum purple (which is so not my color) because that was what the theme of dinner was. "You have to embrace autumn, it's one of the most wonderful times of the year." My mother says. "We are not staying long." I say to Eric. "Relax," he responds as we sit in the living room. "I'll make it up to you later." "You better."

"Here's the wine." My eyes would've fell out of their sockets if I had stretch them out any further. "Mom, Château Mouton Rothschild? That's expensive!" My mother waved it off. "Please, dear it's to celebrate your first two weeks of work and finally having your first day off." "Yeah, but to spend that much." "Your father got an advance at work so I splurged a little." She was about to grab the bottle when Eric grabbed it first. "I'll pour." He says.

I take a sip and the taste is something I can't describe. Unless it's like rosé or champagne all wines taste the same to me. Except for this one. My mother was going off at the mouth. If you must know the woman does not have an off switch. "So, for dinner we're having we're having salad, russet potatoes and prime rib roast with cream sauce." "Going all out as per usual, Mother." "Well, it's a celebration almost a month into your new job it's fascinating."

"Pumpkin." I look up to see my dad who looked like he hasn't been sleeping in weeks. Eric and I stand up to greet him. Eric shakes his hand. "Robbie, you okay?" "Yeah, Dad when's the last time you got any sleep?" "I'm fine, I'm fine the senator's having problems but I've got it. The jury will definitely take our side." "Side, what side? Dad, what's going on?" "I'm doing okay." "Rob, dear why don't you have a seat and I'll pour you a nice big glass of scotch."

She goes to the crystal tumbler that had the scotch in it and pours the liquid in the glass next to it up to the brim. "Here you go, dear." My mother says handing it to him. He drinks it in one gulp. "Mom, what the hell is going on?" "The advance your father got was because Senator Dixon is in huge trouble. I know you don't pay attention to politics, but he screwed people over with the money from the earthquake fund that was supposed to help people who were affected. The money your father got was to take the case." Eric and I glance at each other. "Mom, that's most likely guilt money. He was given that probably because Dixon knows he's not going to win that case and Dad's going to lose his practice over this. No one's going to hire him as an attorney now."

My mother looks at my dad. He had his glass up in the air for more. The beeper on the oven went off and my mother takes the glass. "I'll pour you one when I get the roast out of the oven." "That's okay, Mom I'll get it out of the oven." Eric stands, too. "I'll go with her." Good I need him right now.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the oven mitts and slide them on my hands and grab the roast out of the oven that I don't have an appetite for. "Are you going to say something?" Eric asks. "What is there to say? Other than my father is an idiot." "Do you really think he knew?" "I think so, I mean he usually looks up and researches his clients. I mean my God I just don't get it. I never thought my father was stupid enough to take the senator's case. I mean he would complain about him."

Eric looked to make sure neither of my parents were coming and he pulls me into his arms and kisses my head. "Everything will be okay." He assures me. I mean is it? Knowing what's going on should Eric and I even be together? Because honestly I don't think we should. I mean with this case and my father possibly losing his job, should I really hurt him further by dating his best friend?

"Dear, what's wrong?" I was about to answer him when I heard my mother's heels clicking closer towards the kitchen. I pull quickly away from him. "It's nothing." "Hey, guys is everything ok?" My mother asks. "You know, Mom we can do this another time. I mean clearly Dad is going drink until he disappears---" She waves me off. "Nonsense I got him to the table. Let's go eat."

But as we sat down to eat everyone, except for my father, was picking at their food out of politeness. "You did a good job, Francesca." Eric components, meanwhile he's been nibbling on the asparagus spear. I nod. "Yeah, Mom it's great." My father stabbed a piece of meat but he hasn't even made the effort to put it in his mouth.

Dinner was a disaster and I told my mom that she needs to take care of Dad when she asked about dessert. "I'll make it up to you and we'll go out to dinner or something to make it up for it." I promise her as I hug her. "I'm scared, Sofia." My mother says and I could tell she was crying. "If he loses this case we could still lose everything even the money he was given." "Don't worry. Everything has an odd way coming together." My mother pulls away and wipes her tears. "Take care of her, Eric." "I will, Frankie don't worry." She smiles. "I'll see you later."

It was a quiet ride home and I went to Eric's apartment. "Do you think this is a good idea?" I ask taking a sip of a glass Jack Daniel's he had given me. "What's a good idea?" "Us." He sits next to me. "There's no doubt in my mind that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Why are you doubting?" "Because, Eric. I mean did you see my dad. It's like he's trying to wither away into nothing. If he finds out about us when all of this shit is going on do you know how bad that could hurt him and possibly my mother?"

He takes my hands. "We're in secret right now for a reason. I'm not saying this to sound cocky and if I do I apologize, but don't you think you need me right now?" He's right. I'd be lost without him. "Okay. I just... I don't want to hurt my father." "I don't want to hurt him either, but you're my world. My entire life and I can't stand it if we separated."

I couldn't either. "Take me to bed." I say. He carried me bridal style and lays me on the bed. "Let me make you feel better." He says. I nod as he takes off this hideous purple dress and heels. "My girl." "Always." I say. "No matter what?" I nod. He takes my bra off and kisses me. I begin to unbutton his shirt. He looks at me as he helps take it off. My heart races. I don't think I'll ever get enough of his body. I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful he his. How he loves me. I'll never get tired of loving him.

He peels off my panties as I begin to unbutton his pants. He steps out of them and I watch him climb on top of me and begins his delightful torture with his mouth all over my body. He gets to my vagina and begins to stick his two fingers inside as he sucks on my clitoris. I arch my back and moan even louder. "Eric!" I moan. "Please!" "I know, I know. Take them off." I take off his Tommy Hilfiger underwear and I saw his huge erection spring free. I arch my back as I beg him to go inside me. "My love is so ready." He gently slides himself inside me. I grab onto his sheets. He feels bigger, better than usual. Maybe it's the type of sex we're having. But what type of sex are we having? Is there a type of sex? I mean I guess there is. I mean Austin had a lot of makeup sex with his off and on again high school girlfriend, that was all you heard him talk about. But maybe this is reassuring sex. Promise sex. Yeah, that is it. A promise that no matter what happens we'll still have each other. That for whatever reason we're pull apart we'll--- "Fuck!" I moan he knows what he's doing. He interrupted my thoughts. This one move has me close. "I'm going to..." I squirt again and all over him. He wasn't too far off and before I knew it he was beside me his body glistening with sweat. "No matter what, Sofia Martine Alessandro I'll always love you." "I'll always love you."

We just laid in each other's arms in silence. It was a comfortable silence. Eric must've really enjoyed the silence because soon I could hear him softly snoring in my ear.