Part 8 was clearly published in a hurry; I missed a fair bit of formatting, accidentally changed verb tenses for a couple of paragraphs…if it were easier to edit on Literotica I'd update it, but instead I'll save the polished version for an ebook. Part 9 only needed a bit of refining, thankfully. I wrote it back in 2017 or '18, when the world was young, and it's been fun to see how accurately some readers predicted the trajectory of Jesse, Todd, and Chrisette. Part 10 was mostly new except for the first section. I wanted to get it out when some folks were still reading the previous sections, but I was pretty burnt out on this whole story. Hopefully part 10 makes sense as a culmination of Jesse's character arc.
Were I to pinpoint when Todd falls in love with Jesse, I'd say shortly after he moves in with them. He gets to see the contrast between how Chrisette always talks about Jesse and the man's day-to-day actions and motivations. Chrisette probably did have to parent Jesse while they were dating, to her credit. I imagine him to be the type of guy who never had real curtains and slept on a bare mattress before her. He always tries his best, but he's just so, so dumb.
Jesse’s sitting with his back to the café door, so it’s not a surprise that he doesn’t turn away from the pretty young woman sitting across from him. Maybe she’s a graphic designer, too; it looks like he’s showing her something on his tablet. She’s making a lot of enthusiastic noises while he talks, tossing her braids over her shoulder and doing that sexy thing hot girls do where they look at something with their head cocked and lips slightly pursed. As I approach it’s obvious that she’s pretending to know less so that Jesse keeps talking. With his back to me, I can’t tell if he notices her flirtation. Though I know he would never approach her on his own, part of me wonders if I should release him back to the straights. Maybe he’d be happier there.
What I actually do is lean down and bite his neck.
“What the f—fart?!” He nearly jumps out of his seat, but he still has the presence of mind not to curse loudly in a public place. His mouth works like he wants to tear me a new one, but instead he says, “That is psychopath behavior, bro.”
Oh, I’m well aware. I smile and extend my hand to the young woman. “I’m Todd.”
“Breonna. I was just asking Jesse for a review of this brush pack,” she replies in a way that makes it clear she’s backing off.
I look at Jesse, who explains “It’s the retouching set I was telling you about” as though I understood him the first time. But I nod pleasantly. He keeps shifting in his chair as he talks, clearly nervous that I'll do something wild again, but oh, there's that little fire in his gaze.
So here's the last of Todd's perspective.
March
Jesse’s sitting with his back to the café door, so it’s not a surprise that he doesn’t turn away from the pretty young woman sitting across from him. Maybe she’s a graphic designer, too; it looks like he’s showing her something on his tablet. She’s making a lot of enthusiastic noises while he talks, tossing her braids over her shoulder and doing that sexy thing hot girls do where they look at something with their head cocked and lips slightly pursed. As I approach it’s obvious that she’s pretending to know less so that Jesse keeps talking. With his back to me, I can’t tell if he notices her flirtation. Though I know he would never approach her on his own, part of me wonders if I should release him back to the straights. Maybe he’d be happier there.
What I actually do is lean down and bite his neck.
“What the f—fart?!” He nearly jumps out of his seat, but he still has the presence of mind not to curse loudly in a public place. His mouth works like he wants to tear me a new one, but instead he says, “That is psychopath behavior, bro.”
Oh, I’m well aware. I smile and extend my hand to the young woman. “I’m Todd.”
“Breonna. I was just asking Jesse for a review of this brush pack,” she replies in a way that makes it clear she’s backing off.
I look at Jesse, who explains “It’s the retouching set I was telling you about” as though I understood him the first time. But I nod pleasantly. He keeps shifting in his chair as he talks, clearly nervous that I'll do something wild again, but oh, there's that little fire in his gaze.
He liked it.
I grin. We're definitely fucking tonight.
Jesse scrubs his hands over his handsome face. “Ugh I am bone tired.”
Seth threw an epic fit tonight that started with the dinner he suddenly hated and ended with him yelling, “NO Dada! NO Dod!” while we left his room, assuring him that we loved him and would see him in the morning. He stood in his crib and screamed directly at the monitor camera for almost half an hour.
“I will never understand those guys who manage to find the time and energy to cheat on their wives when their kids are little,” he says tiredly, and then looks at me like he just heard himself. Then we both start laughing.
“We don’t count!” he claims. “You came to me!”
I love hearing “we” out of his mouth.
April
Jesse scrubs his hands over his handsome face. “Ugh I am bone tired.”
Seth threw an epic fit tonight that started with the dinner he suddenly hated and ended with him yelling, “NO Dada! NO Dod!” while we left his room, assuring him that we loved him and would see him in the morning. He stood in his crib and screamed directly at the monitor camera for almost half an hour.
“I will never understand those guys who manage to find the time and energy to cheat on their wives when their kids are little,” he says tiredly, and then looks at me like he just heard himself. Then we both start laughing.
“We don’t count!” he claims. “You came to me!”
I love hearing “we” out of his mouth.
October
"If we had an anniversary," and I can't even finish before Jesse bursts into laughter. "When would it be?"
"I don't want to, like commemorate any fucking day like that. It was all way too twisted."
"Well, you first told me you loved me on August 19th," I tell him.
Jesse's expression softens; he blushes a little and ducks his head. "It was the 18th."
"No, I said it on the 18th. It was after midnight when you said it. And you tried to keep it a secret."
"Okay, fine! Two days of grand celebration for you, Your Highness."
Seth peels his gaze away from the Bluey on the TV at Jesse's outburst (and my laughter). "Wha' happen?"
"What do you think, buddy?" I ask the boy. "Does Dada love us?"
Seth points to each of us in turn. "Dada love me, and Dada love Dodd, and…" he analyzes us for a moment "Dodd love me, and Dodd love Dada." I love that little chest slap he does when ever he talks about himself.
"Very good, Seth!" Jesse exclaims, cuddling his kid in proud delight. Seth giggles and grabs onto Jesse's head.
God, but they are fucking cute. I'm so goddam lucky.
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