Daybreak Doubts

Tuesday, January 1st

Steam billowed in the bathroom’s air as Bridget stepped out of the shower after letting the hot water drip off her body. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her caramel-blonde locks. Another towel worked swiftly to dry her back and upper body. The soft material felt wonderful against Bridget’s bountiful bosom before traveling down the smooth surface of her legs.

Satisfied with her drying, Bridget went to work about lessening the dampness in her hair. Reaching an acceptable point under the circumstances, mainly that she didn't want to turn on the loud hair dryer, she finished by placing her hair into a ponytail. Next, she put on her tiny black robe, tying the belt around her body.

Only after all that did she glance over at the mirror. Steam mostly obscured the judgmental woman's face that peeked through. Shaking her head, Bridget replied to the unspoken accusations.

“I’m not in the mood right now.”

With that said, the door to the bedroom opened as Bridget walked out. Immediately, she shivered in her thin robe at the sudden temperature change. It’s much colder in here. Perhaps I should check the thermostat downstairs since I’m headed that way already.

Stepping out of her bedroom, Bridget glanced over the walkway toward the cabin's great room. She noticed a fire roaring in the fireplace. It appeared to be the primary light source in the room as dawn broke. Moving quickly, she descended the stairs to find the long, narrow windows along the front door's side fully covered by ice.

Entering the great room, Bridget noticed two things. First, the large windows facing the lake only had small ice-covered sections. Second, the light usually left on in the kitchen above the sink was off. Continuing in her current direction, Bridget eventually stopped in front of the sliding door.

“Wow,” the blonde breathed softly.

The sight that met her eyes did match up with her response. Everything outside appeared to be covered in a thin layer of ice. It’s like the second picture in a series of Christmas cards, Bridget thought. Last night, the front of the cabin looked magical with the snow and ice. I wonder what it looks like today.

Lost in the natural beauty of her surroundings, Bridget only snapped out of her tranquil gaze when the kitchen light flickered back on behind her. The sound of the refrigerator’s motor starting up sounded a split second later. Spinning around, she finally contemplated her prior thought in the bedroom. Did the power go out?

Pondering if she should go wake up Harvey, Bridget's decision became unnecessary as she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lower level. When Harvey slowly appeared with each step, Bridget's eyebrows rose.

The notorious playboy’s appearance belied the reputation. The mid-length, slightly curled dark-blonde locks that women seemed to love were almost entirely covered as a few stray strands peeked out from the oversized, fur-trimmed winter hat. Bridget’s stifled giggle came from its red and black checkered pattern and the long ear flaps. Immediately, she regretted not having her phone on her for this moment to **** the high-flying lothario. Fully decked out for the cold weather, Harvey wore a bulky coat and waterproof boots while carrying his gloves.

“Finally,” the cabin owner grunted, glancing over to see the kitchen light back on.

“When did the power go out?” Bridget inquired. “My bathroom light worked just a few minutes ago.”

“Hold on. Could you throw another log in the fire? I need to get the wood stove in the sunroom going,” Harvey responded.

Once he'd finished, Harvey launched into his tale of woe while unbuttoning his coat.

“Damn thing must have gone out sometime after we went to bed,” Harvey began.

“It was still on around two-thirty. Uh, I came down for something to drink,” Bridget recounted, leaving out a whole lot more about her late-night trip to the kitchen.

"That's a relief. That means the pipes are in less danger of freezing. My 'state-of-the-art' generator didn't automatically kick in as it should've. Between this and the shoddy space heater by the hot tub, somebody is getting an earful this week," Harvey complained, making air quotes before whipping his goofy hat onto the table. "The controls are in the utility room, yet I still ended up having to go outside to make sure nothing happened to the generator. It took me several tries to get it turned on. And I also had to go down to the bunkhouse to start a fire in the wood stove. I slipped on my ass twice and fell on my face another time."

A crack of laughter sounded as Bridget couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“How is that funny?” Harvey challenged, throwing up his hands.

“I…I’m sorry, It’s just…your outfit and bitching don’t match your reputation,” Bridget apologized.

“Hey, I’m not just about parties and women. I love my life at the cabin and lake. My favorite memories mostly are about my time here with my grandparents.”

“I know, Harv. I’m sorry,” Bridget apologized, moving to look out the window again. “Wasp Lake is truly magical sometimes.”

"It might look pretty right now, but it's going to cause us a bunch of problems," Harvey responded, moving next to her. "I only turned the power on in some parts of the cabin to conserve energy. Doing that is supposed to be simple, but I had to cycle through each room on the control panel. That's probably why you got lucky in your bathroom. Still, I'm unsure how long the energy company will take to fix the downed lines. There might be multiple lines down all over the region."

"How bad do you think it is?"

"You gotta figure that windstorm weakened plenty of tree limbs the other night, and the ice finished bringing them down. Hold on," Harvey said, walking over to the kitchen where he powered up his laptop. "Yep, the internet is also out. I bet falling limbs, if not whole trees, took down not only the power lines but also around a spot where the cables weren't underground. The roads are likely impassible. We're lucky we even made it here."

“Will the others be able to return today?” Bridget asked, suddenly realizing how isolated they might be.

“Well, even if the roads were clear and we wanted to leave, we couldn’t. Have you seen my SUV? It looks like a glazed donut!”

“I saw it last night when I came down.” And when I saw your glazed daughter.

"It likely looks worse now. As for the others, it depends on which roads had trees come down. Hmm, while the internet is down, I do have the antenna tower for the TV. But I doubt I can adjust it with all the ice. We might be stuck with a station north of here. However, I do have this!" Harvey announced, opening one of the top cabinets in the kitchen. He pulled out an old radio. "Now, this thing can pick up the Rattle Ridge and Honey Hollow radio stations. Sometimes, on a summer day, you can even get Blackbridge."

“That thing looks ancient,” Bridget remarked.

"Yep, it's well over sixty years old, maybe over seventy. It's one of the few items of my grandpa's that I didn't lose in the fire. He kept this out in the old boathouse," Harvey explained, the joy at saving something of his grandfather's written all over his face. After turning the radio on, he fine-tuned the dials before carrying it over to the dining room table. "Let's see if we can get in WHNH out of Honey Hollow first."

The news radio station seemed to come in and out while they waited, with the moments of a stronger signal coinciding frustratingly with the commercials. Eventually, Harvey stopped playing with his old toy as he realized Bridget had been silent for a while. Shit! She’s probably upset about her decision to get divorced.

“How are you doing?” Harvey inquired tentatively while he walked over to her side.

“Are we horrible parents?” Bridget asked, staring out the window.

“Plenty of parents get divorced,” Harvey responded, misunderstanding her question.

“Not many have sex with their own offspring. I doubt anyone would call that good parenting.”

“Oh, ah, so, I guess you, um, heard me and Whitney last night?” Harvey stammered, mentally kicking himself for not shutting the door. “I mean, it just happened, and I didn’t–wait, did you say we?”

Bridget looked over her shoulder and nodded.

The nod shocked Harvey. Almost automatically, he turned to study the door on the second floor. A low whistle followed a “Holy shit!”

"Harv, I realize…I understand that you and Whitney have a unique relationship, so she might not be too severely affected by last night. Sean's not like Whitney. He's not like either of us. This will rock his world, and I'm worried that I messed him up for life."

“Mess him up? Are you kidding me, Bee? Sean hit the jackpot with you!”

“No, he didn’t. Life for us isn’t like your…I don’t even know what to call your lifestyle,” Bridget admitted with a shake of her head.

"Look, I'm not talking about your physical beauty," Harvey said, his eyes roaming the way the thin black robe hugged her curves. "Okay, I'm talking partially about your looks. But I'm also talking about the amazing woman and role model you are for your kids. Hell, you got pregnant in your first year of college and still managed to graduate on time, then go straight to medical school and finally become a frigging doctor! Not only are you insanely sexy, but you're also smart, witty, loyal, and caring. You might be the greatest mother I've ever known. Hell, I bet Sean thinks of you as mother-of-the-year right now. I would if I was him."

“None of that matters compared to what–”

"No, it does. If I had a kid in my freshman year of college, I'd have turned into a fucking trainwreck. I don't doubt that. That level of pressure and responsibility is beyond most people. Wait!" Harvey held up a finger as he could guess the comeback. "Yes, I know you weren't the only person to have a kid that year because of the birth control fuckup. But I don't know anyone else who became a doctor while dealing with everything. My grandmother used to gush about you before she died. Aunt Demi still does. And you deserve it."

“I had sex with my son, Harvey. Sex! Mothers aren’t supposed to do that. Gawd, I feel like I’m unraveling,” Bridget stated, bringing her hand up to her face.

Harvey didn’t know what to say or do as he watched her hold back tears. Still, he knew staying silent wouldn’t help. So he plunged ahead by gently touching her shoulder.

“Look, this has been a stressful time for you. The tenth anniversary of Cassie’s ****, setting up her foundation, Sean saving Whitney, and now your divorce. Anyone going through that much might think their world is crumbling.”

“It’s not just that,” Bridget responded, brushing a tear away. “I repressed my urges for too long. Leo was never the most passionate lover, but I think my lack of a healthy sex life is causing me to crack. Only hours after agreeing to a divorce, I’m riding my son’s cock, Harv. That’s not normal.”

“True. But I’d also point to what I just said about–”

“There are no buts. I started slipping before last night. Hell, I think I already created a monster recently,” Bridget declared, still worrying about JoJo.

A quizzical expression formed on Harvey’s face.

“You wouldn’t understand, Harv. During my senior year of high school, I lost control of my urges. If I desired a man–or a woman– I went after them with little thought about the consequences. I can’t let that version of me come back. I just can’t, and I’m afraid it will.”

“Hey, calm down, Bee. We all go through moments like that.”

“People don’t lose all sense of control like I do. If you only knew what I did back then,” Bridget stated.

“I heard the rumors,” Harvey pointed out.

“The rumors didn’t cover everything. My closest friends don't know all the crazy shit I did. There are legitimate reasons why I became known as Bedsheets Bridget.”

“And there are many solid reasons why I got the nickname Happy-Go-Lucky Harvey. Stop thinking you’re repressing a sexual monster. You’re not She-Hulk. So stop stressing over unleashing your inner succubus,” Harvey insisted.

“I fucked my cousin, and I fucked him multiple times during the week of my graduation party,” Bridget revealed. “Did you ever cross the **** line before last night?”

“Fucked? Hmm, I couldn’t say that. I, um, might have messed around with a cousin or two in my younger days,” Harvey admitted, scratching his head at the awkward revelation.

“Demi’s girls?” Bridget queried, aware of his two gorgeous cousins.

"Yeah. It didn't end well, but Dinah still likes me. Although I think she likes Graham the best."

“We all like Graham the best,” Bridget teased before her momentary smirk washed away. “But you understand why I’m worried. You had a falling out with your one cousin. That’s why I’m worried about what I did to Sean.”

“Look,” Harvey began while placing both his hands on Bridget’s shoulders and turning her to face him. “I get that my relationship with Whitney was unorthodox even before last night. While I try to be open and honest with her, I probably share too much. Maybe last night was bound to happen someday. However, I know what pushed me over the line. It’s nearly losing my pumpkin. I’ve been super stressed out about her moving away for college that nearly losing her for good really fucked me up. Yet, I have a funny feeling that I won’t lose her over last night. If anything, she’s going to want repeats. That’s my girl.”

“Sean’s not like Whitney. He’s--”

"I know. Sean isn't like Whitney. Maybe she's stronger, or maybe he is. But he's definitely not the fragile little boy you make him out to be. He's a tough young man who takes after not only you but also Pepper and Seamus. Give him a chance before assuming he's going to fall apart over screwing you. Talk to him. I bet one area where he is like Whitney will be in wanting repeats of last night. I know I'd want them if you were my mother."

Damn, Sean might be the luckiest kid alive. And I don’t even think Whitney has rewarded him yet for saving her life. I know that’s coming, and I would never think of stopping her. Still, Sean might need somebody to talk to. Listening to what Bridget did to him sounds like an entertaining way to pass the day.

“I hope you’re right–not about him wanting more sex, but with being able to handle it. I don’t know if I can, and it’s not like I can ask my friends for advice or an ear to listen to me. I wouldn’t even know how to start a conversation like that,” Bridget admitted, rolling her eyes.

“You could convince one of them to seduce their son so that you’d have a friend to discuss this taboo life with,” Harvey joked. He saw the playful slap coming from a mile away and let it land.

“Not funny, you ass!” Bridget scolded him. Yet, his joke worked as it brought a smile to her face. “But if I had to choose, it would totally be Gabby.”

“Oh, no doubt,” Harvey chuckled in agreement. “Still, you do have someone to talk to. You have me. I might not live the most normal life, but I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

The two shared a lingering gaze as the air between them seemed to crackle again with electricity. Bridget couldn't help but bite her lip as Harvey's hand reached up to caress her cheek. What she expected to happen as he closed the distance didn't occur as Harvey's soft kiss went to her forehead, not her lips.

“I’ll always be there for you and your family, Bee,” Harvey vowed, wrapping his arms around for a loving hug.

They held the hug for a considerable time. The only sounds came from the crackling fire and the radio giving weather conditions and updates they missed.

"Geez! Can't you people make out quietly," Whitney complained, announcing her arrival. "Your racket woke me up."

Her words caused the two parents to break off their hug. They watched as the blonde teenager walked to the kitchen to pull out a water bottle. Harvey waited until she finished guzzling the bottle before greeting his daughter.

"Why is Gramp's radio on full-blast?"

“Morning, pumpkin. So it looks like the storm knocked out the power last night.”

“So that’s why I woke up freezing my ass off. I thought you forgot to pay the bill or pissed somebody off,” Whitney joked, crossing the great room to reach the others. “Morning, Daddy.”

Without another word, the current cheerleader captain reached up to pull her father’s face down. Then, she proceeded to give him a long, passionate kiss. Suddenly, it was Harvey’s turn as the awkward parent as his daughter’s tongue blatantly explored his mouth. Only Whitney getting slapped into her father caused the kiss to break off.

“Nope. No frozen-off ass here,” Bridget announced after lifting the teen’s robe and slapping her toned ass. “Although I recall ordering you to dress more warmly last night. No panties isn’t following my orders, missy.”

“Daddy is all warm and cuddly. You’ll understand soon enough,” Whitney promised before leaning over.

Harvey's jaw dropped open as he witnessed his daughter and the older blonde share a repeat of his kiss with Whitney. Watching in shock and awe, his cock twitched to life, especially as he could tell that Bridget's tongue was a full participant. His eyes and imagination grew as both blondes worked a hand up to cup a feel of a large breast.

“I bet you enjoyed that,” Whitney stated sassily toward her father after breaking off the kiss.

“I think he clearly loved it,” Bridget added, wrapping a matching arm around the teen’s waist.

“Sorry, old man, I guess you shouldn’t have conked out last night. You missed our delicious joint snack in the kitchen,” Whitney cruelly hinted.

“Yes, I lost control when I saw your cum-coated pumpkin in the moonlight,” Bridget chuckled.

“How…what…you two…no…no…NO!” Harvey shrieked moderately once he realized what he missed during the night.

The two sinful blondes added to his misery by sharing a quicker kiss on the lips. Whitney added to the moment by untying Bridget’s robe. Harvey’s head shifted automatically in hopes of catching a glimpse of the doctor’s naked breasts. Unfortunately, Bridget’s arm moving to untie Whitney’s robe blocked his view.

“Interested in an encore, Doc?” Whitney asked cheekily.

“I could use another snack,” Bridget replied saucily.

“Oh, I intend to have a full breakfast. Milk and sausage,” the teen declared as both women turned to face Harvey.

“Looks like the sausage is ready,” Bridget twittered, spotting the prominent tent in Harvey’s pants.

“Would you like to share?”

BANG

Whitney’s offer ended with the loud noise upstairs. She rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Of course.”

A few more knocking sounds followed, quieter than the first one. While Harvey shook himself out of a daze, the door to Bridge's room opened slightly. A head struggled to pop out.

“Uh, can I get some help up here? Or at least a crutch?” Sean called out.

Turning her back to her son, Bridget swiftly retied her robe while motioning at Whitney to do the same.

“Harvey, can you help Sean? I'll start making breakfast,” Bridget said. Then, seeing Whitney open her mouth, she added, “A real breakfast.”

“Aw, phooey!” Whitney whined, stomping her foot. Still, she tied her robe again under Bridget’s glare before vowing to make Sean pay for interrupting her morning fun.