Valley Girl

Sequel to “How Green Was My Valley” from CAW 26.

How Green Was My Valley was the story of a war bride from Cardiff, in the UK, who came to America with a GI. It was in the form of a letter to her daughter. At the end the narrator says the daughter came along as a surprise, 18 1/2 years after her other children, and also says they’re going to have to have “The Talk” soon.

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My darling daughter,

You asked me if you were a mistake. I’m writing this to collect my thoughts on the matter, but I can say unequivocally: you were not a mistake.

You were however, a surprise as I said. All those years ago, after Megan, we made the decision to use natural birth control, otherwise known as the “Rhythm Method”. If I put on my health educator hat for a minute, we have a joke:

Q: What do you call a girl who uses the rhythm method?
A: A mother.

We fully expected to conceive again. Even if we were perfect in using the method, we knew that the chance of conceiving again is something like 3-10% per year. So over 20 years, we’d probably have another child, but that’s a slower rate than the 100% a year we’d managed with your brother and sisters. It had been so long since we started using the method, without conceiving, that we were a little shocked when you did come along, but in no way were you a mistake.

What I will say is you were conceived in love. I was crazy about your Dad from the first day I met him, I was still in love then, I still love him now. I may be biased, but I still think he is the kindest, most gentle, and most handsome thing God put on this green Earth. You would be blessed if you found yourself a man who could hold a candle to him.

So fourteen years ago, we found ourselves alone, for the first time since we could remember. Megan was away with her friend Kirstie and Kirstie’s parents for spring break. Luke and Lynne were doing their own things for the break, the house was eerily quiet, it was just us two for the week.

It was my birthday, so it’s April fools. For once I thought I was going to get a good birthday, your Dad took us out for a very nice dinner, but I was just thinking of what was going to happen later. I was looking forward to him making love to me. As I said, I’ll get wet just by him smiling at me. He smiled at me a lot that evening. Some of it may have been the drink though, he drank a tad too much and fell asleep when we got home. Sometimes I could agree with my Da about the demon drink, as he called it. Well my thoughts were anything but angelic right then!

That was a disappointment, but we had all week, and nothing to do, but each other. (Yes, I giggled like a school girl when I wrote that.)

I woke up before him and got up to make breakfast. I may be old fashioned when I say, I like serving your Dad. I like cooking for him, I really like serving him in every way. Feminists might be horrified at that, but feminism is about empowering a woman to make her own choices. This is the choice I made, for me. I will say, whatever your dealings with men, you should always make your own choices, make sure to follow your heart.

So I cooked some of his favourites, pancakes, bacon, and put on some coffee. Those are also things which make a nice aroma to waft into the bedroom, where I’d left the door open. I was wearing my pinny, it’s short, and nothing else. I’d have done it nude, but one thing I had learnt over the years is never cook in the nude. Take it from me, that’s a painful lesson to learn yourself.

So your Dad arrives, rather bleary eyed, and pours himself some coffee. Then, I bring over the food and he notices what I’m wearing, or maybe what I’m not wearing. He pats me on the bum, and I wiggle it at him. His hand goes up between my slightly spread legs (not a very ladylike stance I’ll admit), and he touched my cwm (I still call it that; I could never call it anything else now, no matter what other words come along!) He ran his finger through my slick tingling lips, I was literally dripping wet, I’d been thinking of little else all night. But thinking was all I’d done, well, mostly. I tried hard not to touch myself, because I wanted to relish and revel in every moment of our time together. I hadn’t slept well.

Snapping me out of my daydream, your Dad stood up and moved close behind me. I could feel his robe had fallen open, feel the warmth of his skin against mine, feel his twr pressing against bum, nestling in. Slowly he began to slide back and forth in the groove. His hands crept in to the sides of my pinny and he began to fondle my bosoms. I felt his breath in the crook of my neck and as he nuzzled, the hairs stood on end, goosebumps and tingles crept everywhere making me shiver with lust. His expert fingers on my bosoms worked their magic and as I closed my eyes lost in a haze. I almost came right then and there. When he whispered sexily in my ear “Wasn’t there something I was supposed to give you last night?”.

“Yes.” I breathed, barely loud enough to hear, as he used his body weight to bend me over the table. It had been a while since we been in this position. It’s kind of hard with kids, to get the time and privacy. It was easily when Luke was toddling about since this had happened.