A/N: To all my loyal readers sorry for the delay. It is still Saturday, but this is much later than most chapters will go up, but it's just been an incredibly long week, and I didn't realize until about 1am what day it was and hadn't started editing, so there was a delay. Don't forget to check out the newest stories by Halawen.
Ch. 11 Gross Guys and Sisters
(Clare)
I was snuggled and securely wrapped tight in Owen's arms still asleep in bed this morning and loving it, when we were woken up by a phone. Although I didn't want him to, he unwrapped his arms from around me and we opened our eyes. Realizing it was my phone going off I roll over a little and check the time and it was 10:30am. I grab my phone and see Adam's name and hit accept.
"Morning Adam, what's up?" I greet sleepily.
"Actually Clare this is Omar Torres. I wanted to let you know that I talked to Noah Milligan yesterday and I talked to Jay and Emma so far, and we agree that an order of protection is right in this situation, so I was hoping you, Owen and Emma could sign the forms at your earliest convenience so we can file that paperwork on Monday," Omar tells me.
"Owen and I could stop by today," I start and Owen sits up a little at the mention of his name, "but he has his job interview today, and all three of us will be together tomorrow night for the reception here at the house , that I asked Adam to invite you and Audra to as well, so it may be easier to just sign the forms while we're all together," I suggest.
"Yes Adam did mention a reception to us, and I think that sounds like a very nice idea. That's fine I can bring over the paperwork tomorrow, and that way Noah can notarize it as the witness also. I'd like to also talk to Spinner and Lucas at some point as well, just to make sure we have all the testimony for what occurred," Omar remarks.
"Of course, they both should be here tomorrow night also if you would like to talk to them," I comment.
"Sounds good, thank you Clare, enjoy your day, and all the best on Owen's interview," Omar comments. I thank him and hang up.
"Was that Adam?" Owen asks when I put down my phone again.
"No it was Omar. He talked to your dad, Jay and Emma and is going to bring over the forms for you, Emma and I to sign tomorrow night. Plus he'd still like to talk to Spinner and Lucas as well," I tell him, and he nods.
"Well its 10:40am and we're awake and my interview isn't until 2pm, would you like to go out to eat before I need to go?" Owen suggests, and I grin.
"Yeah, I'd really like that," I comment. Owen smiles and then leans over and greets me with a kiss.
"Good morning beautiful wife," he remarks. I genuinely smile, loving that greeting, and wrap my arms around him hugging him tightly, and he follows my lead. We let go and both get up. Last night I felt a connection to Owen I hadn't before. I think slow steps like that is what I need, and Owen has been patient, and caring in a way I could never have expected. We change watching each other again, I feel a little more comfortable as I change, even my panties, but we don't touch this morning.
We both grab our keys, as Owen had copies of his house and SUV keys made for me. He grabs his wallet and I grab my purse, and I notice no one else appears to be up yet. When we get outside though I notice the truck is gone so either Noah or both Noah and Danielle have gone out. We arrive at a breakfast restaurant and are seated. We order our food, and the waitress brings our drinks. "So are you ready for your interview?" I ask. "Omar wished you the best."
"I think so. I'm nervous, but I do have a lot of experience, so I think it'll go well, I'm sort of excited about it as well, and that really nice of him," he comments smiling.
"I'm sure you'll do great. Just be yourself and I'll pray about it," I tell him and he smiles but doesn't reply. "You know, we're already married, but technically this our first date, if you don't count Bianca's wedding present gondola ride," I remark.
"Yes, you're right it is. Happy first date, beautiful wife," Owen says and then leans over and sweetly kisses me, but keeps it short. There's no one here that I recognize so I don't think we have to worry about anyone seeing us, but just after our food is brought a guy I don't recognize walks up to our table.
"Hey Owen," the guys says standing next to Owen and facing me.
"Hey Troy, how's your week been?" Owen asks, but turns back to me with a slightly apologetic smile.
"It's been fine, I've enjoyed sleeping in. This your girl?" this Troy guy asks. I don't really appreciate some guy I don't know referring to me as someone's girl, but I keep my mouth shut.
"I know what you mean, and Troy this is Clare, Clare this is Troy, he was on the hockey team with me this year," Owen introduces us. He doesn't refer to me as his wife, but given that only our close friends and family know I understand.
"It's nice to meet you Troy," I comment politely and put out my hand.
He reaches across and shakes my hand. "You too Clare. Dude, she's hot," Troy just about gushes at Owen. "Hey Clare, if you ever dump this guy, call me," Troy comments and I feel disgusted.
"Bye Troy," Owen comments seeing my reaction.
"Trying to get me to leave?" Troy asks, looking at Owen and Owen glares at him. "Alright I'm going, I'm going," Troy comments and takes a step back. "Bye Clare," he says and then makes the call me motion with his hand as he walks backward before turning around and walking away.
"Sorry about him. He can be pretty awkward at times," Owen comments and takes my hand.
"Thanks Owen. I know he's a team mate, but I find him rude and slightly creepy," I comment.
"Ya, he's certainly not the nicest guy around. He always thinks he's a girl magnet, but he's not that bad a guy. But let me know if he ever bothers you again and I'll take care of it," Owen responds, and I smile.
"I know you will Owen," I grin at him. We continue to eat and talk for a short while, but I think about being married to Owen, and how if guys like Troy are going to hit on me, even when I'm out with Owen, what could happen with some girls.
"So what are you up to for today?" Owen asks after a short while.
"Actually I was hoping you could drop me at the Simpson house on the way to your interview. It's good for you to arrive early for it and looked prepared, and I was talking to Emma yesterday and we made plans to hang out today," I answer and Owen smiles.
"That sounds good. Maybe you guys could invite Maya to hang out with you sometime too. Since Katie hasn't been home this year, she's had Tris and I, but even with a friend like Tris, she hasn't had much girl time recently," Owen remarks and I think this sounds like a good plan.
"I'll keep that in mind. Given she's your little sister, I guess she's now mine too," I comment.
Owen laughs before replying, "yep, I guess you're right." We both finish our food, and its going on to 1 o'clock now, so we leave and head over to Mr. Simpson's house.
"So this is Mr. Simpson's place?" Owen asks as he pulls into the driveway.
"Yep, he, his wife Spike and their son Jack live here," I explain getting out.
"Why are we here if Emma and Spinner don't live here?" he questions confused.
"Emma said she'd be over here this morning to visit her mom, and said I could just come here to meet her whenever," I explain.
"Ok," Owen replies as we get to the door and I knock.
A minute later Mr. Simpson opens the door. "Hi Clare, it's nice to see you. Hello Owen, this is a surprise," he comments showing us in to the living room, and I see Emma sitting on the couch with Spike.
"Hi Mr. Simpson," I greet with a smile walking in. "Hi Spike, nice to see you again, hey Em," I smile and Emma stands and greets me with a hug.
"Hi Mr. Simpson, nice to see you," Owen comments but looks slightly nervous about being here.
"Owen this is my wife Christine, and I don't know if you know Emma," he comments making introductions.
"Yes Owen and I met a few days ago actually," Emma comments with a smile. "All the best with your interview today," she smiles at him, and he smiles back.
"Thanks Emma. So should I come back here to pick you up?" he asks turning to me.
"Sure that's fine," I comment.
"It was nice to meet you Mrs. Simpson, but I think I'm gonna head out to get to my interview early," Owen remarks, and I can tell he finds it odd being at the principal's house even if he no longer goes to Degrassi.
"Actually it's Mrs. Nelson, but you can just call me Spike. It was nice meeting you too Owen, so what is the interview for?" Spike asks.
"To be an assistant hockey coach for the Riverdale Pee wee team," Owen answers.
"Let me know if you need a reference Owen," Mr. Simpson comments and Owen smiles and nods.
"I will, thank you sir," Owen responds and I know he's happy. After all the mistakes he's made, having Mr. Simpson still think he's worth it, is very caring.
I smile watching Owen smiling. "We'll walk you out so you can get to your interview Owen," Emma comments still standing and then taps my shoulder. I look away from Owen and nod at Emma. We walk toward Owen and we all walk outside and Emma closes the door behind us.
"I love you and I'll be praying about this interview, loving husband," I say and then reach up putting my hand behind his neck and giving him a deep kiss. Owen has been calling me beautiful wife and I decided it was time to give him a nickname also.
"I love you too Clare," Owen responds pulling away. "And thanks for this Emma," he comments with his arm around me.
"No problem, I could see you two wanted to say goodbye, and given that my parents don't know I thought it would be better to be out here," she answers.
"We really appreciate it Em. And maybe we should tell Mr. Simpson and Spike when you get back about us. He'll have to know as soon as my name is legally changed anyway. Plus my address has now changed too. Plus it's not really fair to Em to be keeping something from her parents," I rationalize out loud.
"It's ok, don't worry about me. Remember I was married to Spinner for days before my parents knew, although they had also been on a camping trip at the time. But we didn't tell them until Spinner ran over here and asked them for permission by proposing a recommitment ceremony," Emma comments, and I laugh as I remember that story, and Owen looks shocked.
"Ok, that's definitely a story I want to hear some time, but I should get going. You're right though Clare, when I come back we'll tell Spike and Mr. Simpson about us," Owen responds and then gives me a hug. "I'm not sure when I'll get back but I'll text you when I'm leaving," he comments, kisses the top of my head and then walks down the steps.
"Sounds good, bye Owen," I call and Emma calls bye as well and we wave. Once Owen's SUV can't be seen we head inside and straight up to Emma's room.
"So how's the baby?" I question when we're comfortably sitting on her bed.
"Pretty good so far. Having some interesting food cravings though. Even Spinner has been kind of grossed out by a few and he loves food," she comments and I laugh. "How are things between you and Owen? You seemed pretty good outside. You even said you loved each other," Emma comments and places her hand on her heart. "It's just so beautiful," she remarks and I can hear her lips begin to quiver and know that her emotions are getting to her.
"Ya, when it comes to affection, and loving intimacy, as I've been calling it, it's been going well. And yes we've both said we love each other, although I think saying we are in love could take a lot more time and continuing to be more comfortable," I comment, and Emma quirks her head at me.
"You're not comfortable with Owen?" she questions in confusion.
"Well I am most of the time," I answer slowly, and Emma continues looking at me. "I am quite comfortable around him when we're together like this around people we know. I have no problems holding hands, hugging, kissing, even lying together in bed in our pyjamas, and I love waking up in his arms," I admit and Emma smiles, "but it's going beyond loving intimacy to sexual intimacy that I don't feel comfortable with. After everything that happened with Darcy and Asher, and having loved my dad and trusted Eli, KC, Glen, Asher, and even Jake as a boyfriend and being so let down, I'm afraid to trust and be vulnerable again," I explain and Emma looks like she understands.
"Have you and Owen talked about this at all?" she asks.
"Yes I told him everything last night, and he's happy to go slow and help me become more comfortable, but I'm still scared," I admit again, and for a girl who tries to work out all her problems on her own, I am glad I have Emma I can talk to.
"It's ok to be scared Clare, but you can't let your fears run your life," Emma reminds me, and I nod. It's definitely something I continually need to be reminded of. "Have you and Owen been able to do anything together to help you feel more comfortable?" she asks, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit this out loud, but I know Emma's just trying to help, and I don't think Owen would mind me telling her as she's trying to help us both in a way.
"Tuesday night he promised not to touch me, and asked me to let him watch as I changed. He said I was beautiful and he wanted to see me. I was nervous and went extremely slow but I was able to change everything but my panties. Then he changed and asked if I wanted to help, and I did want to see him so I nodded but didn't speak. He moved my hands and slowly I helped him change, and then once his boxers were off he moved us to the bed and together we gave him a hand job," I admit, smiling slightly at the memory.
"Ok, probably a little too much detail but it's alright, and I did ask, go on," Emma says and I giggle.
"We changed in front of each other a couple times since then and those did include my panties, but we never touched just watched. Then last night Owen admitted he was wondering why I seemed curious to watch him but so nervous and was ok with the kissing and even being in bed together but wouldn't go beyond that, so after I explained everything to him, he better understood. He said he thought he had a way that might bridge the gap I had between the loving and sexual intimacy I admitted. He asked if I trusted him, and I said yes. We were both sitting on his bed, and he moved back against the headboard. He told me I could always tell him how I felt, and he knows being vulnerable is scary, but asked me to take off my shirt while he watched again, telling me he still wouldn't touch me. He reassured me a bit and I unbuttoned it, and then asked me to take off my bra, and it took a moment but I did it still facing him. Then instead of asking me to remove anything else he wanted me to crawl to him and turn around in between his legs. I did apprehensively but I believed I could trust him. Then he said I want you to enjoy this Clare, and gave me a topless back massage. It felt wonderful and calming, and it was nice to be touched in that way," I tell Emma, and she looks happy.
"I'm glad you could do something like that Clare, it means you're making progress, and that is so important. But always remember you can say no, but it's good to continue trying," Emma remarks and I nod.
"When that was done, I felt comfortable enough to let Owen remove my jeans and panties and he made sure to only touch me enough to do that and then I got into my pyjamas. I helped him change again and he seemed to like the smile I got as more of him was exposed. He got into his pj's after that and we had a snack before we cuddled in bed, and then we changed in front of each other again this morning, but nothing else together, although while we were at breakfast a team mate of his came over and Owen introduced us and the guy had the nerve to say if I ever broke up with Owen that I should call him," I finish with a grumble.
"Did Owen not say anything?" Emma questions in surprise.
"He got Troy to leave and apologized for him, but didn't tell him about us because not everyone knows yet, which I understood, I was just grossed out by him. He also said if Troy ever bothers me again, he'll take care of it. Which reminds me, Bianca was asking me the other day what I would like if I could have any engagement or wedding ring, and I gave her what I like and don't like cause I haven't chosen ones. I wasn't expecting to get married at 18, but after what happened with Troy today I think I'd like to get Owen a ring for when we tell everyone. I want him to have a symbol of our marriage," I comment.
"I think that's a good idea. When Spinner and I first got married, and even for our commitment ceremony only I had a ring. But as soon as I could I got one for him as well. I wanted us to have a bond by those rings, even though they are just the symbol of our loving bond," Emma comments. "Do you want to go to the mall and see what we can find? We had planned to go out this afternoon anyway."
"I'd really like that," I reply with a smile. We both get up grabbing our stuff. "Actually, how would you feel if we stopped by the house and picked up Maya? Owen was telling me this morning, that with Katie gone this past year she hasn't had much girl time recently. And even Tris is a good friend but it's still not the same," I remark, and Emma nods.
"It's fine with me. Do you want to text her or just go over there?" she asks.
"I don't have her number so we can just head over. It's on the way to the mall," I comment and Emma nods. She drives and I give her directions.
"Nice house, so this is where you're living now?" she questions pulling into the driveway and I see only the car still.
"Yep we'll live here until we can get an apartment," I comment as we walk up to the door and I unlock it with my new key. We get in and I call into the house, "Maya, Tris you here?"
"Kitchen Clare," Tris calls back. We get there and see Tris and Maya sitting at the kitchen table. They've got books sitting out but they appear to be taking a break.
"Hey Tris, Maya, this is Emma," I introduce. "We were wondering if you wanted to go out for a girl's day with us Maya," I suggest.
"Nice to meet you Emma," Maya greets and they shake hands as Emma smiles and nods. She looks at Tris a moment and he nods. "Sure I'm in," she smiles and stands up.
"I'm gonna invite Zig over for a bit, I'll see you girls later," Tris comments and pulls out his phone. But Maya turns around and gives him a hug first.
"Thanks for understanding," she whispers to him, but I'm close enough to hear. He nods and grins as he pulls away.
"Have fun," he calls as we make our way to the door. It isn't far to the mall and the drive is pretty quick.
"You know, I realized something just now," I remark while we walk through the mall to the jewellery store. "Technically we're all sister-in-laws and yet none of us are legally related."
"What?" Maya questions quirking her head in confusion.
"I consider Spinner my older brother and Emma is married to him, and Maya, you consider Owen your older brother and I'm married to him," I explain with a small smile.
"You're right Clare, you're both my little sisters now," Emma remarks and she hugs both Maya and I. "Now let's go so you can buy your husband his wedding ring," Emma comments.
(Owen)
I arrive back at the Simpson house and it's about 5pm. I think my interview went well and I had a great time meeting the kids and some of the parents, but they have a couple more guys to interview this week, but I should find out by Friday. I ring the doorbell and Emma answers inviting me in, and as I walk inside I see not only Clare, Spinner, Mr. Simpson and Spike, but I also see Maya and a young boy about 7 or 8 years old.
"Owen, this is my little brother Jack," Emma says introducing me to him, but he seems pretty busy playing with his toy trucks.
"Hi Jack, hey My," I comment from across the room surprised to see her.
"Hey Owen," Maya greets as Clare gets up and walks over to me.
She stands next to me but doesn't touch me. "Mr. Simpson, Spike, Owen and I have something we'd like to tell you," Clare comments, and then takes my hand lightly and we walk toward the kitchen. I see Mr. Simpson and Spike exchange a look as not only they, but everyone but Jack gets up. Clare and I arrive in the kitchen first and she kisses me quickly in greeting and I smile. Clare, Mr. Simpson, Spike and I sit in the kitchen chairs while Emma, Spinner and Maya stand around the kitchen against the walls.
Clare and I look at each other and then glance up at Emma and Spinner. "You know you can talk to us about anything Clare, what is it?" Spike questions. I guess they've become close over the years. Mr. Simpson has a drink with him he brought from the living room.
"We wanted you guys to know that Owen and I are married," Clare assertively tells them, and Mr. Simpson spits out his drink and his eyes nearly pop out in shock. It's actually pretty funny to see.
"Clare, are you pregnant?" is the first thing that Spike asks and it seems to be the mom response to this announcement. But Clare doesn't get a chance to answer when Mr. Simpson's shock wears off.
"Clare, you're so young, I thought you were smarter than this and going to go to University first. I know you think of Emma and Spinner as older siblings but you didn't have to follow in their footsteps," he comments.
"Hey," Emma huffs and Spinner takes her hand.
"Sorry Emma, I didn't mean it like that, but they are both even younger than you and Spinner were when you got married. But please, how in the world did this happen?" Mr. Simpson questions.
"Actually it happened a lot like Spinner and Emma's original wedding, except we were down in Vegas as guests for Drew and Bianca's wedding. By the way, they didn't get married after all," Clare comments.
"Were you drinking Clare?" Spike asks with a worried tone. At least this is a better reaction than Clare's mom had.
"It's a long story why, but yes we were both drinking and didn't realize what happened until the next morning," Clare responds.
"It's Saturday and I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Mr. Simpson remarks and I look at him. "So I guess you all knew about this?" he questions the others.
"They told us on Tuesday," Emma answers.
"And I found out last night," Maya responds.
"I know this was quite the shock but we wanted to tell you for a couple of reasons," Clare begins. "First off, you are the principal so I wanted you to know that I am now living with Owen at his parent's house so my address has changed. Secondly I've applied for my name to be changed to Milligan so that should come through soon. And because you guys have been good to me as I've grown up, I thought that you deserved to know and I didn't want Emma to have to keep secrets from you any longer," Clare explains. I look at her and mouth reception and she nods.
"We also wanted to invite you to our commitment celebration reception tomorrow night. Our marriage is still a secret so only people who know about us will be there but that now includes you. You both from what I've seen, have been there for Clare, and you've been there for me too Mr. S, even if I didn't always appreciate it," I comment.
They take a minute to look at each other. "Really Clare, Owen Milligan?" Mr. Simpson questions and I sit there in shock a moment. But Spike, Spinner, Emma and even Clare burst into laughter.
"It's okay Owen, it's the same kind of comment he made to me when Spinner and I announced our marriage to them," Emma comments putting a hand on my shoulder and I calm a little as Clare leans over and kisses my cheek.
"If this is really what you both want, then we'll support you. You're both adults, not our children and not expecting a baby at 14," Spike comments and looks toward Emma and I see both Emma and Clare smile.
"Thanks Spike," Clare remarks and leans over hugging her. And then gets up hugging Mr. Simpson.
"I'll change your address in your file on Monday Clare and your name when it is legally changed, and yes we'll stop by tomorrow. It's at your house Owen?" he questions.
"Yes about 6pm," I answer and I'm glad they were so supportive. Too bad they weren't Clare's parents, although I may not have my wife now if they were. Guess I shouldn't want the past to change.
"Well, I had a great time Em, and it was nice to see you again Spike, but we should probably get home," Clare comments while she's still standing and I get up too.
"It was wonderful to see you also Clare, and to meet you Owen," Spike says and then walks over and gives me a hug.
"Good to see you again Owen, and don't forget my offer," Mr. Simpson comments shaking my hand.
"I won't," I remark with a smile. The girls all hug and I shake Spinner's hand and he hugs Clare while I hug Emma. And then the three of us head home. When we get home I see Clare has a few bags with her from the mall. "Get anything good?" I question.
"I think so but it's not for right now," Clare remarks setting down the bags in our room, and then we head down for family dinner. My parents both got home mid-afternoon and Zig was still here but had to get home for dinner. My parents and Clare ask about my interview, and we tell them about Mr. Simpson coming tomorrow night with his wife. Tris, Maya, Clare and I decide to watch a movie in the family room, and Clare nuzzles into me the whole time, and my arm is around her shoulder resting in her other hand the whole movie. When it's finished we head upstairs. Clare sets the bag she brought home in the closet and then looks at me.
"Step 2?" she questions with a curious look, and I'm confused for a moment, and then realize what she means and I'm happy she seems willing to go on with this. I walk over and make sure my bedroom door is locked, and then walk back to Clare.
"Tonight is about feeling, ok Clare," I comment and she nods her head. "But I want you to try and say how you feel as you do this alright," I remark.
"Ok," Clare says. It's only one word but at least she's speaking.
"As you feel comfortable I want you to undress me and explore as you go. Feel free to make sounds or say what you think as you go Clare. This is for you," I remark and kiss her forehead.
She stands in front of me for a moment and seems unsure what to do, but then she slowly feels up my arms, "safety," she comments, before softly pressing her hands down my chest. When she gets to the hem of my shirt I think she's going to take it off but instead she gets her hands under it and rubs across my lower stomach and around to the back a moment, and I realize she's giving me a hug so I hug her in return. She pulls away, and then undoes and takes off my shirt. She presses her hands to my chest and down my torso again. "Soft and comforting," she comments and I find it interesting to hear her descriptions as she goes. It's not quite what I expected but I did tell her to say what she feels, and I remain silent while she continues to explore. She takes off my belt, but instead of the button on my jeans she kneels before me, and I'm not quite sure how to respond.
"Clare?" I question while she kneels and she looks up at my eyes.
"Sit?" she says but it sounds like a question, like she's unsure, but I find my bed behind me and sit on the end of it. She lifts my feet one at a time pulling off my socks as I took my shoes off by the door and as my socks each come off she kisses the top of my feet. She takes my hands and pulls me to my feet again and then sits up on her knees. With my belt already off she undoes the button on my dress pants and slowly pulls down my fly. She grips the sides of my dress pants and moves them down my legs, and once they're at the floor I step out of them. Right now she's about eye level with my growing erection still in my boxers, but I try to calm myself as this is for her. Moving her hands up my legs I hear her say "strong," and I smile. She goes up the front and then feels up the back before her hands slowly come around the front along my hip bones and she surprises me again when she kisses each hip. Her hands trace along the V that starts at my waist until she gets to the hem of my boxers. She stares for a moment and then looks up at my eyes and our gazes meet. I smile and nod like she can do this although she never needs my permission to touch me. Her eyes look down again and then she slowly pulls down my boxers making sure she's not close enough to be poked. Her hands again trace the V from my hips and right to my thighs, and then she slowly combs her fingers through my pubic hair and right to the end of me, and I can feel myself twitching slightly. After doing that once her hands move to my feet again, and then she begins to trail her hands up the outside of each leg. "My," she says as she reaches my knees. "Handsome," she continues at my hips and then her hands move to my front and slowly up my torso. "Loving," she comments half way up and then her hands trail around my neck and into my hair. "Husband," she finishes and gives me a salacious kiss, and it is more than any we have shared up until this point.