A Pleasant Mistake
By
Allison Heather
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Allison Heather
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Dedication and Warning
This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to do so myself...probably one day I would accomplish that and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.
The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.
Happy Reading.
Allison Heather.
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Email: ALLIONHEATHER
A Pleasant Mistake.
Prologue
As I sit here pregnant and content, in our bustling huge kitchen, I look at the faces of my family members. All are smiling making a relaxed but vocal start to the day. I smiled at the familiar sight with happiness that is not easily explicable. I cannot help but think about that fateful day six years ago. The day that changed my life and veered it from the path it might have carried on to a new path it eventually did. I shudder to think what life would have I had and how much happiness I would have missed, if not for a pleasant mistake.
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Chapter 1
Breakfast time in our house is full of confusing activity. Family members pop in and out. My mother and maid cook a huge amount of breakfast. Close employees of family firm drop in like family members. All 'invaders' either sit down and eat on the table or simply pick and graze as conversations fly across various. Quite often it is very difficult to follow who is contributing to which discussion. I wonder, how anyone can trace who has responded to whom. My head moves like an umpire of a tennis match ultimately I sigh and give up.
My father and grandfather have created a retail chain empire with production lines that is worth two billion dollars. We are not Bill Gates. But we are comfortable. In fact, we are more than comfortable. My family created and implemented a novel concept of employee-employer partnership and that enabled the company to rocket into stratosphere. We, of course, have the widest product lines and back our products with exceptional warranties. My father sat on the table with king sized breakfast hearing his key helpers.
The fateful day I have mentioned, I sat through the tumult and noticed how easily my mum and dad shared intimacy even in a crowded kitchen. Whenever my mother passed close to my father she would put her hand on his shoulder or stroke his hair. If my mother's hands were full or even when not, my father would simply touch her thigh or back or bottom. These are not sexual at all. These are almost platonic contacts but for the fact that my parents exude suppressed sexuality all the time. I am not sure if it is my heightened sensitivity towards two people I love most. There are half-baked scientific papers that suggest that couples who love each other very much and have lived together long enough start to look alike. My parents could pass of as siblings.
Don't get me wrong I loved my brother and grandpa as much but my father and mother could make me do anything. I was just not obedient I was simply a voluntary putty in my parents’ hands. Daddy got up to leave and looked at me beaming his captivating heart stopping smile. My heart skipped a beat. My dad seemed to reach the ceiling. Our house has exceptionally high ceiling. We have to. All men in my family are very tall. Shortest person in my family, in fact called 'Shorty' until I grew up and the tag was transferred to me, was my uncle, my mother's brother, who is six feet and four inches tall. My dad pulled himself to his six feet and eight inches of height and I got up as I drove to work with dad. I had finished my MBA and was an intern in our family business. I had rejected many fancy campus interview-led offers.
My father took my mother in his arms as if they were all alone, and kissed her. It was a very husbandly kiss but to me it smoldered with restrained passion. My mother is a bit taller (an inch to be precise) than me but no one ever thought of calling her Shorty. Even at five feet eight inches her calm motherly presence makes her as tall as her men in the family. My mother never raises her voice in public. No one has ever heard her shout or scream.
Dad kissed my mother twice, and whispered, "Get some rest, sweetie" (‘last night must have finished late' I thought).
I tried to keep up with my father. I had loved my father with passion as long as I could remember, I still do. He was the man I compared everyone against, until I settled down with the man of my destiny. My parents were my yardsticks all humans worth thinking about. My father took his favourite SUV (no sissy sports car for my father). I looked at my dad stealthily for the zillionth time. Jamieson Mathew David Cuthbert or James as my mum and grandpa called him is an extremely handsome man. This is not just because I am his daughter.
My mother's husband and my immediate ancestor, is unbelievably handsome. His broad face with perfect manly nose and jaw was designed for a matinee idol. His massive frame was enormous. He hardly looked forty-four he was, at that time. His muscles did have a comfortable padding of fat and a sexy bulge on his abdominal muscles, but his strength exuded from each pore of his body. His large hands could make many men unsure of themselves, as they shook hands. Many of his business deals were won on handshake. Once any man found his, what he had thought a big manly hand, in my dad's huge real man's hand he was on back-foot.
I should tell you now that rest of my family comprises of my mother Heather Elizabeth Cuthbert, Beth for my dad and Lizzy for my grandpa. Jake Nathan Cuthbert was my kid brother. Full two years younger than me. I love my 'little' brother to bits. He is a genius and was fast tracked to Harvard. He was doing PhD in software programming of market analysis. Jake already had ten patents to his name and was getting royalties that made him independent both economically and professionally. Like me he would join and progress family business and was waiting to come back home. Jake was apple of our mother's eye. She loved both of us equally but we were on two sides of the 'justice-balance' and she kept the mark in dead middle.
Oh, by the way Jake is as tall as my dad but his body was then covered with swimmer like muscles, now he is bulkier and heading towards our father’s built. His handsome face is beautiful at the same time. Grandpa Edward Jonathan Mathew Cuthbert is a giant. He is broader than dad. He is padded all over and his muscles are nicely tucked under the layer of fat. He has a decent paunch that bulged above his trademark blue jeans. I thought his paunch made him look even more handsome. He carried his sixty-eight years lightly. Now grandpa carries his seventy-four years equally lightly.