“You need to leave my man alone. He’s not interested in you.”
She sucked wind and got a nasty look on her face, she looked at me and blurted.
“You’re fucking your sister. You sick bastard, wait until the cops hear about this.”
Before we could say anything in rebuttal she was gone. People were giving us the evil eye and making faces. Just as an officer was walking through the door Sara had taken the stage and turned on the mic.
“For those who care, John and I are not brother and sister. We both have different parents, we lived in the same house for a few years, but we are not siblings. Get your filthy minds out of the gutter.”
With that she stepped down and walked to me putting her hand through my arm. Todd Hammond, the officer who’d walked through the door had gone to high school with me, smiled, laughed, waved at us and walked back out. The evil stares went away, people suddenly became friendly once more and the double cheeseburgers flew out of the kitchen. We sold more that day than any time previous. A town of five thousand sounds like a lot of people, and it is, news of our romance becoming public spread like wildfire. No matter where we went people knew.
Ironically it ended up being a boon for the tavern, we had more patrons than ever before, so much so that we hired more staff, increased the size of the dining area and added a Sunday brunch. The brunch was a huge success, since we made sure the bar area and dining remained separated for the most part, we had the church crowd coming around eleven every Sunday. I never did make an appointment at the dentists, within two months of Sara and I becoming a couple publicly Kirsten sold the practice and went elsewhere.
We’ve been married six years now, with two kids in the yard and Sara pregnant with our third mother is as happy as a pig in mud. It took a few months for folks in town to grasp things originally, and we haven’t heard a negative word since. I’m at the tavern every day, Sara would rather be at home with our littles. We wisely hired a full-time manager, she runs a tight ship which means I have more time to be with the family and not have to involve myself so heavily in the day-to-day issues.
Though we’re husband and wife with two kids and another on the way she still refers to herself as my little fuck toy. I guess you could say we’re each other’s favorite aphrodisiac, flat foot is still her favorite position. She insists that’s the position we’ve used every time she became pregnant. Who am I to argue?
At present we have our eyes on an older supper club at the north end of town, having closed its doors three years ago the equipment is still there. It had been the only supper club in our area, it was our intention to purchase and open it back up.
Renovations on the old Dorman’s Supper Club are nearly finished, just in time for Sara to deliver our third baby, that’ll give us two boys and what she’d been waiting for, a little girl. With a grand opening in eight weeks Sara will be by my side welcoming folks to our latest endeavor. What started out as a drunken hook up after a funeral had morphed into a commitment for life. We often wonder why we waited so long to let the world know we were meant to be together.