North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Focus

Nakoma took me aside yesterday. "Dad: Mom needs you to spend some time with her. Nothing on you and your current thing, go for it as much as you need, only I want you to take a break from the swamp. Mom needs your kind of time."

I regarded my oldest daughter, and she had given me this passive look back. She knows I can decode every single thing she just said, and it should bother me my daughter is this grown up now.

Nakoma just said, in Nakoma-speak: "Get out of your head over your Helen situation: Other people need you right now".

Nakoma meant Angel. Depending upon context, Angel is the only one Nakoma just calls 'mom' unless she is talking to them directly, otherwise is 'Morgan-mom' or 'M-mom'. Sometimes Angel is 'A-Mom, but for this conversation, it's 'Mom'. That underscored her point too.

The other part of that, which is interesting, is that Nakoma is telling me that I hold a special place in the pantheon of lovers up there, and specifically for Angel. Kevin may be fun for a quickie, but most of the bedroom nookie traffic is for Vera, not Angel.

"I understand." I told Nakoma to let her know I received her unspoken message.

"Good. I am glad we had this talk. Now to find Denise and give her some more explicit shit." Nakoma had said, with some glee.

"Nakoma: Why do you do that to her? Get so up her funnel?" I asked. It was curiosity, not condemnation.

Nakoma gave me inscrutable. "Because, my one and only dad... Not counting Danny and DeWayne someday: She is full of shit."

"My love: I do not disagree, but do you think you getting in her face helps?" I had asked my Astral daughter. Dumb. She's an Astral.

"Dad: The only way Denise gets over this garbage is by realizing she is full of it. It's not transactional. It's not a ledger. It's a stain, and it only comes out over time, and by doing the things she is already doing. I want her to be happy. She's a good person. She'll be a good mom. My D-Mom. Besides: She never knows how to take someone my age getting into her face over the fact that she is being dumb." Nakoma then pointed in the general direction of the master bedroom. "She belongs in there, in the pile of parents. My personal collection of adults that I am raising."

With that, I hugged her. "I could not agree more, my daughter. I never had it in quite those terms, but spot on. I love you so much, you know."

Nakoma had hugged me back and said "I know, Dad. I love you too. So much. Don't worry. I'll fix Denise. You help my mom. She loves her Vera, but she also needs to slow it down and have some hugs. Your specialty."

"Got it" I told my oldest daughter, and I wondered for not the first time how it is I had gotten so lucky.

That all led to now. Angel looking down at me from her current position atop me. We were having nice, gentle, loving sex. Nakoma called it hugs, and it was that too, but that was Nakoma code for Angel needing to make love in this way.

Not that Vera won't slow her roll, especially for Angel. It is that Angel knows she is slowing it. That is is intentional, and not always preference. You can't fool Angel about things like that.

Now Angel wore that look she has when she is using her Astral talents to look inside your soul. Ground-penetrating radar. It's one thing to be naked in front of her, or even be having sex with her. It's entirely another thing to feel like she is looking inside your head. I know it's not magic any more than being a Vampire is, but it can be spooky.

Vera knows the look too. She lay across my arm, snuggled in, and could see Angel's face as well as I.

"You reading our lover again? What chapter you on? Please tell me it's the chapter where he fucks my lights out? I know you are tired of that, but please tell me he has a round of out and out screwing in there, someplace?"