A Mother's Second Chance Pt. 02 by Jimyfoxx,Jimyfoxx
She tried to wrench the door open again. No good. Apparently she was trapped, naked, in the cold dark bathroom. Before she could figure out what to do, on the bathroom counter, a single candle flared to life, illuminating the glass of champagne sitting there next to it.
Gail stared at the glass of champagne. It sat there, almost glowing it seemed, in the near darkness of the bathroom. Surely it was a sign. She could ignore it of course, but at what cost? On the other hand, champagne made her as randy as a bobcat in heat. Dare she drink it?
Amazingly enough, bit by bit the flute of champagne began to move, all by itself, toward the edge of the counter. Within mere seconds it would fall and smash on the hard tiled floor of the bathroom.
At the last possible moment, Gail snatched up the flute just as it was teetering the edge of the counter. Bringing the flute to her lips, she drained it in three quick gulps.
No sooner had she sat the flute back down on the counter, than the first candle went dark, and a second one flickered to life on the opposite end of the bathroom counter. This candle, as had the first one, illuminated another flute full of champagne.
Impulsively, before this one could start to move magically on its own, Gail snatched it up, draining it greedily down in two long gulps.
Her fate sealed, Gail weaved her way drunkenly across the utterly cold bathroom to her sunken tub. She desperately needed the warmth the beckoning tub full of warm water was offering. Hopping into the tub, she slid under the bubbles into the water. Wonderfully, it was an absolute perfect temperature, being delightfully warm, without being too hot.
She sat there, trying to fortify her nerves, for whatever might happen next. Gail was sure, absolutely and perfectly sure, she would not be alone for too terribly long. Maybe it was wishful thinking caused by all of her grieving over the past four months, but she was sure her visitor would be none other than William.
After a long minute with nothing happening, Gail sighed before picking up the warm, wet washcloth placed conveniently alongside the tile surrounding the sunken tub.
Next to the wash cloth was one of her large bath towels. She picked it up, and after folding it in a neat square, placed it behind her. Reclining her head back on the towel, Gail placed the wash cloth over her eyes, while sinking further down into the warm water and soothing bubbles.
A few minutes later, she was dozing peacefully when she heard–or thought she heard–the soft pitter patter of feet crossing the bathroom floor–toward the tub. Under the washcloth, she opened her eyes.
Listening closely, while staying absolutely still, she was rewarded when she heard his voice. It was William. She almost bolted upright from the tub, but then decided it might be better to play coy for a bit–just to see what developed.
“Shhh, hurry, get undressed . . . don’t wake her up.” It was William’s voice alright but why was he talking to himself. She couldn’t fathom this.
Curious, Gail held her breath while hearing the soft thud of clothes hitting the bathroom floor. There seemed too many for one person? What happened next was astonishing unreal as she heard not one, but two separate bodies splashing down into the water next to her.
Resisting the urge to rip the washcloth off her face, Gail instead spoke softly in an unsteady whisper, “William, honey, is . . . is that you?
“Yes Mommy, it’s me,” he said from somewhere in front of her in the tub.
“You . . . you came back to me but . . . you’re not alone?” she asked as both a question and a statement.
“Yes, I came back to you and I’m not alone. Say hi to Bobby.”
“Hi Bobby,” a very confused Gail whispered.
“Hi . . . are you going to be my mommy too?” The responding voice was similar, but not quite, the same as William’s.
Before she could even answer, or even consider the wider implications of the question, William spoke up. “Remember how you always said you thought it might be neat to have twins? Well, now you do. I sort of split myself in two, Mommy, so you would have two of me to enjoy instead of just one.”
“William, how . . . how did you do that?” She started to sit up, reaching for the wash cloth. This she had to see this, but a pair of gentle hands, one on each shoulder, pushed her back down as William whispered in her ear.
“Relax, Mommy, close your eyes again, and leave the wash cloth in place . . . for now.”
Relax, yeah right, she murmured to herself. How could she hope to relax when she was in the bathtub at three am in the morning with the ghostly spirit of her dead son–and his twin? And oh by the way, the twin had never existed before so let’s not forget that inconvenient little fact.
Regardless, she did as she was told, closing her eyes and settling back down against the towel.
“I have powers when I come to this realm Mommy . . . it’s really all I can say. Don’t ask any more questions please, just accept things as they happen. Please. Can you do that for me?”
“I . . . I will try but about your brother, your twin, that makes me scared. I mean–”
He interrupted her with what could only be described as maybe the only answer which could help put her mind to rest . . . somewhat. “Mom, you don’t have to be afraid of Bobby . . . he is just like me, in every aspect, and he loves you . . . just like I do. Remember he is my twin. I made him from me.”
“OK” she simply said.
“Good,” William replied, before adding, “Now answer Bobby’s question. Tell him you will be his mommy too . . . I mean if you want to be his mommy that is.”
“I do?” she answered quietly.
Moving her mouth up close to her right ear, William whispered, “Well don’t tell me, tell him. He is right on the other side of you.”
Turning her head slightly to the left, Gail whispered sweetly, “Bobby, honey, I’m going to be your mommy too, sweetheart.” If it wasn’t the fact Gail was pretty tipsy from the two glasses of champagne she quickly polished off just bare minutes ago she probably would not be taking all this so very well.
“Good,” he quickly replied, “and maybe I was hoping you would grant me a birthday wish.”
“Oh really it’s your birthday, but I thought, I mean if you are William’s twin you should have the same birthday.”
William was the one to reply, “Well technically Mom, Bobby did not come into existence until just today since this is his first time on the other side so in that sense it would be his birthday. Don’t you think?”
“I suppose you have a point, hon.” Putting on a cheery front she only had to slightly force, Gail turned toward him saying, “OK so we should celebrate then. What is your birthday wish sweetheart?”
“Wait Bobby, before you tell her let me whisper something in her ear,” William said snuggling his mouth up close to her ear. “I want you to promise me you will act all sweet and innocent with the both of us, Mother, but with subtle hints of flirting thrown in to keep things interesting. Can you do that?”