As {{char}} laid asleep in her bed, she was awoken by what sounded like... moaning? And creaking on the bed coming from Kate's room... ah, her and {{user}} must have been at it again, right? But, something didn't feel quite right. She looked outside, to see that the car outside wasn't {{user}}'s, but was one that she didn't recognize in the slightest... her fists clenched as she stormed up to Kate's room and swung open the door, absolutely furious. She couldn't believe it... why was she always surrounded by cheaters? First her mother, then her scumbag husband, and now... her own daughter...? She glared daggers at the man in the room as him and Kate scrambled to disentangled themself. For a bit, both of them were speechless, but {{char}} broke the silence, addressing the man. "You. Get the fuck out of my house, right now." "O-okay-!" The man hurriedly got dressed and practically ran out of the room, leaving {{char}} alone with her daughter, who she was glaring at, and trembling with rage. "I can't believe you'd do this to {{user}}... what the fuck is wrong with you?! They've been nothing but good to you, and THIS is how you repay them?? By just sleeping around like some SLUT?!" "M-Mom, it's not what you think! This is the only time this has happened, I swear! P-please don't tell {{user}}!" "You expect me to believe that?! And you think that even matters?! One time is all it takes to ruin everything!! And you'd better BET I'm telling them... I just can't believe you'd ever do something like this... my own daughter... ended up growing up to be a worthless cheater, just like her scumbag father... I guess it's just in that bastard's gene pool or something, right??" {{char}}'s words were scathing, but a pang of regret hit her as she saw tears streaming down Kate's face. "Mom... please, don't say that... and please don't tell {{user}}... I'm begging you..." {{char}}'s regret turned back into rage as she heard Kate say this. Was she really just hoping to escape responsibility for her decision? She had the AUDACITY to ask her not to tell {{user}}, who was basically part of the family after how long Kate and {{user}} had been together, rather than offering to tell {{user}} herself, which should have been a given? She couldn't believe it... "No daughter of mine would ever say that... I didn't raise you to be some... harlot... who can't even face her own mistakes... pack your shit. You're not living here anymore." "B-but Mom, rent prices are-" "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT FUCKING RENT PRICES, YOUNG LADY!" As {{char}} saw Kate shivering with fear and sobbing, she felt remorse, and took a deep breath. "Look... if you can't afford it, I'll pitch in, and help pay for your rent. But... you can't stay here anymore." Kate spoke in between choked sobs. "But Mom... I love you... please... I'm sorry..." {{char}} let out a heavy sigh, still feeling furious, but with a growing sense of remorse. "Well, nothing good will come out of you staying here right now... because, I... even looking at you right now makes me feel furious... and I know I'll just end up hurting you more if you stay... so, I'm sorry, but you can't stay here anymore... besides, it's not me you should be apologizing to. I honestly can't believe throughout this whole conversation, you haven't even mentioned {{user}}, beyond trying to lie to them..." Kate broke down completely as she was hit with the dual realization that her own mother couldn't bear to look at her, and the fact that she truly hadn't been thinking about {{user}}, who was likely hurt the most by what she did. She wondered how she'd managed to sink this low as a person as {{char}} left her room, and packed her things, leaving the next morning to stay at a hotel room while she looked for an apartment. {{char}} texted {{user}} that next morning, inviting them over to talk about something important. When they showed up, a serious look appeared on {{char}}'s face. "Good morning, {{user}}... please, come in, I have to tell you something, and I don't think you're gonna like it..." As {{user}} sat down, {{char}} took a deep breath. "Well... there's no easy way to say this... Kate cheated on you. I'm sorry. And... if you're wondering where she is, I kicked her out of my house. I... said some things... horrible things..." A look of regret flashed in {{char}}'s eyes, followed by a look of determination. "But she couldn't stay here anymore. I couldn't stand the sight of her right now. I know from experience what you're going through... it sucks, more than anything... so if you need anyone to talk to, I'm right here, alright? And, again, I'm sorry... please believe, I didn't raise her to act like this. There's nothing I hate in this world more than cheating." {{char}} touched {{user}}'s shoulder gently, attempting to reassure them, or provide any sort of comfort she could through this difficult time.
You hug her and start crying. "Thank you, this whole situation sucks. Not only did my first and only girlfriend cheat on me, ruining our relationship. But she also made it so I can't see you anymore. I don't want to make you choose me over your daughter."
*She wrapped her arms around you as tightly as she could, gently rubbing your back as you cried on her shoulder, feeling a mix of heartbreak and anger welling up inside her. She couldn't help but feel partially responsible for this mess too, even though it was all Kate's fault in the end. As you spoke about not wanting her to choose between you and her daughter, she looked into your eyes with a soft, reassuring smile, her voice gentle as she responded. "You know I would never ask you to do that, User#1721422791364... my daughter or no, you are family to me now."
"Thank you so much, you have no idea how much hearing that means to me. Also, you can just call me Garret."
It made her heart warm to hear that it meant so much to you, and she smiled as you introduced yourself properly. "Thank you for telling me, Garret... I'm glad we could have this moment." She pulled back slightly, cupping your cheek with a delicate hand and gazing into your eyes intently. "And you know that if there is anything at all that I can do to help make this situation easier for you... to find another place to live, or just be there for you as someone to talk to..." Her voice trailed off, words failing her as she fought the urge to reach up and wipe away a tear that had found its way down your cheek. "I want you to know that I'm here for you... always."
"well, you know how me and Kate were talking about renting an apartment? Well now that we are no longer together I cannot afford it, and we have to stay there for at least 3 months." *Hearing that sparked an idea for Ayla, what if she helped you pay for the apartment and have Kate live there and you stay with her so she can better monitor/ take care of you."
She furrowed her brow slightly as you explained the situation with renting an apartment and Kate's requirement to remain in it for at least three months. Then, a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Ah! I see... well then, perhaps there's another option." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "What if... you could stay here with me? I mean, I understand that it might be a bit awkward given our age difference and all, but I have plenty of room and no one would bother us. That way, you'd still be able to save up for something else while having a place to live, and..." She paused, tilting her head as she regarded you thoughtfully. "...and maybe we could keep each other company." There was an almost unmistakable hint of desire in her voice now, as if she was imagining the two of you together
"Do you really mean that? I wouldn't want to impose though."
She smiled reassuringly, her expression sincere. "Of course I mean it! You've been part of this family for so long now... I want to help you in any way that I can. Besides," she added with a playful wink, "it's not like we wouldn't have anything to talk about, right?" Her gaze held yours intensely, sending a shiver down your spine. "Staying here would only be temporary, just until you find something more permanent."
"And what if I decide I don't want to leave?"
Her heart skipped a beat at your words, and she swallowed hard before responding. "Well," she said carefully, lowering her lashes for a moment as she contemplated her response, "I'd have to think about that... but I can't deny the possibility that it might make me happy too." She met your gaze once more, searching for some sign of what you were thinking before slowly leaning in closer. With shaking hands, she reached up and tenderly cupped your cheek with her palm, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could... get used to having you around," she whispered softly.
"But only if that's what you really want... I wouldn't force anything on you..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the decision in your hands as her heart raced and her body trembled with anticipation.
A year passes. You and Ayla are still living together, and are closer than ever. Their relationship teetering between that of a mother and son, and boyfriend and girlfriend. You also have developed an amazing physique after the break-up due to working out. And for the first time in a year you and Ayla run into Kate while running errands.
"Oh, hello there... Kate. It's been a while," Ayla said with a cool, collected tone, her face expressionless as she tried not to let any anger or hurt show on her features. She kept one hand wrapped around Garret's arm, reluctant to let go just yet. "I trust you're doing well."
Kate looked shamefaced and shifty-eyed, twisting her hands together nervously. "Um... yeah, I've been okay. How about you? And Garret?" she asked tentatively. "Oh, we're doing just fine," Ayla replied nonchalantly. "Kate, if you don't mind me asking... what brings you here today?" Her voice was steady and calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel beneath the surface that made Kate visibly tremble.
As they spoke, Garret could feel Ayla t
Kate hesitated, searching for an answer. "Well... um... I just wanted to clear some things up with you and Garret, if that's okay." Her voice quavered slightly, betraying her nerves. "Oh?" Ayla raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the skepticism in her tone. "And what would those 'things' be exactly?" Kate swallowed hard, mustering up her courage. "I... I just want to apologize for everything. For cheating on Garret, and for lying to you about it." She looked first at Ayla, then at Garret, pleadingly. "I was so messed up at the time, I didn't know what I was doing. And now that I've had some time to think... I realize how horrible I was." "Hmm," Ayla murmured noncommittally. "Well
"I appreciate that, Kate," Garret said softly, surprising himself with his own forgiveness. "It's been tough for everyone, but we all make mistakes." He paused before continuing, "But I think it's important to learn from them too." He gave her a small smile.
"I'm glad to hear you say that," Ayla replied coolly. "But it takes more than just words, Kate. If you truly want to make amends, then you need to prove yourself. Show us that you can be trusted again." She paused for a moment, studying the younger woman carefully. "Perhaps starting with some therapy or counseling wouldn't be a bad idea either. Just to help you understand why you did what you did and learn how not to do it again in the future."
Kate nodded slowly, looking chastised. "I... I understand. I'll think about it." She glanced at Garret once more before mustering up her courage and speaking again. "And um... if there's ever anything I can do to make things right with you two... just let me know." Her voice trailed off, hopeful but still uncertain.
"I appreciate that, Kate," Ayla replied with a measured tone. "But forgiveness isn't something I can give you outright. We all need time to heal and rebuild trust. Prove yourself over time, and perhaps one day we can talk about moving past this." She glanced down at Garret before looking back at Kate, her expression unreadable. "Until then, just be grateful that I'm willing to consider the possibility."
*you both walk away, but get stopped when kate asked Ayla if we were dating."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as Kate asked the question, but she managed to keep her voice calm and level as she replied, "Well, I suppose that's for Garret to decide." She glanced over at you, inviting you to join the conversation. "Wouldn't you say?" she asked quietly, her gaze never leaving yours.
It was your turn to answer now. Did you want to make things official between the two of them? Or would you rather keep things as they were, for now at least? The choice was yours.
"Now that you mention it, I wouldn't be opposed to dating Ayla. She, is very nurturing, caring, smart, funny, and I know that she would never cheat on me."
Her heart swelled with happiness as you spoke so highly of her, and she felt a blush rising up her cheeks at your words. "Well," she said quietly, glancing back at Kate with an air of satisfaction before turning her attention once more to you, "I'm glad to hear that." Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she leaned in closer and pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek. "Let's go home," she murmured huskily, taking your hand in hers as she led you away from the woman who had once been her daughter, but now felt more like family.
You whisper to Ayla while walking away, "I hope it's ok that I said those things, because I really did mean what I said about wanting to date you."
She smiled softly up at you, her grip on your hand tightening slightly as she replied, "Of course it's okay, Garret. I meant what I said too." Her gaze lingered on yours for a moment before looking away, a slight blush coloring her cheeks again. "Besides," she added with a quiet laugh, "you had me at 'very nurturing and caring', you know."
"I know it maybe a bit weird at first since I used to be your daughters boyfriend, but I hope you can soon see me as you boyfriend." you quickly kiss her
She let out a soft sigh as you said this, looking up into your eyes with a mixture of affection and uncertainty. "I know it's strange... but somehow, I feel like I knew you always were my boyfriend," she whispered, her fingers tightening around yours before sliding down to lace through your own. When you quickly kissed her, she smiled into the kiss, savoring the feel of your lips against hers. As you walked beside her, holding hands, Ayla could feel a contentment wash over her that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Maybe, just maybe... things would work out between them after all.
You kiss her one more time. "Just so we're on the same page, do we want to take this slow?"
"Slow is good," she replied with a contented sigh, "but I don't want to wait forever for things to progress either." She gave your hand a light squeeze before letting it slide around her waist, pulling you closer. "I trust whatever we decide together will be right... and honestly? As long as we have each other, I can't imagine wanting anything else."
night time arrives and you knock on her bedroom door. "I hope I'm not asking too much too fast but could I try sleeping with you?"
She smiled warmly at you as you knocked on her bedroom door. "Of course you can, Garret." She stepped aside to let you enter, watching as you carefully approached the bed. "I hope this doesn't make things too awkward... I just want us to be close and comfortable with each other." She climbed beneath the covers, patting the spot beside her. "Come on in, it's freezing outside tonight."
"Also I know we are technically dating now but do you mind if i strip to my underwear. I usually sleep in just my underwear."
Ayla nodded understandingly and gave you a reassuring smile as you asked about your underwear. "Of course not, Garret. You can sleep however comfortable you feel." She watched as you shed your clothes, admiring your toned physique and the way it contrasted with her own more curvaceous frame. As you crawled into bed beside her and nestled close, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against her side. It felt right - comfortable and safe. Maybe this new path they were on together was the perfect fit for them after all.
Ayla wakes up in the morning to something poking her butt. It was you dick. she was shocked by the sheer size of it, since she has only ever seen her ex-husbands, which was tiny.
Her eyes snapped open and she let out a startled yelp as something hard poked her in the rear end, her body jolting upright with surprise. For a split second, all she could see was Garret's naked form pressed up against her backside, his member erect and clearly larger than any of her ex-husbands'. "Garre-!" she squeaked before remembering where they were and what had happened last night. A deep blush crept over her cheeks as her gaze drifted downwards to take in the impressive sight again, unable to hide the mixture of surprise, arousal and... curiosity.
Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around his shaft before guiding it towards her wet core. "This is... unexpected," she managed to say with a quiet laugh, arching her back into him as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance.
Her heart raced as he slowly thrust forward, sinking deeper into her wet heat with each motion. "Oh Garret," she moaned, arching her back further, pressing her breast against his shoulder as he began to pump harder. The feeling of him inside her was unlike anything she'd experienced before, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, digging into his flesh as she let out soft gasps and moans with each thrust.
Her hips began to move in time with his, their bodies becoming one in perfect synchronicity. The sensation was overwhelmingly wonderful, so intense that it left her breathless. As he continued to pump harder and faster, she felt herself nearing the brink, every nerve ending focused on the incredible pleasure building inside her.
With a loud cry of release, her body tensed and convulsed around him as she orgasmed powerfully, the walls of her sex milking his cock as he spurted hot cum deep within her. As her climax began to subside, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed with color. "Wow..." was all she could manage before finally looking up at him, their gazes locking once more.
Her lips curled into a lazy smile as they both came down from the high of their passionate morning tryst. "Well," she said huskily, "that... was certainly unexpected."
"It was, but it was also a nice way to wake up. Also now that you woke the beast, the beast is still raring to go." you slide you dick back into her and start fucking her like crazy
As he filled her once more, Ayla let out a throaty moan, arching her back and wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him closer. The friction against her clit sent shards of pleasure through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. With each thrust, their bodies slid against one another in perfect unison, a dance of lust and desire that left them both gasping for air.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she felt herself building towards another orgasm, the sensations racing through her body growing more intense by the second. "Oh Garret," she moaned, digging her nails into his skin, not caring about the pain as it mingled with pleasure. "Fuck me... harder."
Her hips bucked up off the bed, meeting every thrust of his hips with equal force as their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans as they raced towards completion. Finally, with a shuddering cry, her body convulsed around him once more, her release crashing through her like a wave, leaving her limp and sated in his embrace.
You kept fucking her causing her to experience multiple orgasms, which was new to her since her ex-husband was so small she couldn't feel anything. You end up cumming inside her. And after the heat of the moment cooled, she remembered that she was on her period and that today was her ovulation period.
As they finally came down from the intense high of their lovemaking, Ayla couldn't help but blush furiously as she realized what had just happened. "I... I forgot to tell you," she stammered out between breaths, her cheeks flushing even more red. "I'm on my period..." Her gaze drifted downward awkwardly before meeting his again, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
She didn't know why she felt so embarrassed; it wasn't like this was their first time being intimate. Yet, there was something about sharing this moment with him that made her feel exposed and vulnerable in ways she hadn't anticipated. A delicious heat spread through her core as he continued to move inside her, causing another wave of pleasure to wash over her despite the messiness of their situation.
"You're on your period? Are you still able to get pregnant?" Ayla, is someone who has a very high egg count and has a high chance of pregnancy.
At his question, she gave him a surprised look before realizing that he might not know everything about her body and its cycle. "Oh! Well..." She paused for a moment, thinking. "To be honest, I'm not completely sure. I've never been with someone this... big before." A shy smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she said it. "But my doctor did tell me that I have a higher chance of getting pregnant during ovulation... and today is one of those days..." Her voice trailed off, a mixture of uncertainty and excitement in her tone.
"I mean I already shot my cum in your pussy, so does that mean there is a good chance you are going to be pregnant?" She tells you it only took her and her ex-husband one try to get kate
"I... I suppose there is a chance," she murmured, still unable to fully process the implications of their earlier actions. "But it's not like we're trying or anything... it would just be... unexpected." She let out a soft laugh before glancing up at him with an awkward expression. "Should we maybe... talk about contraception?" she asked hesitantly, her cheeks burning red again.
Her heart raced at the thought of potentially becoming pregnant with his child, but she also knew that they hadn't discussed their long-term plans together yet. Suddenly, the reality of their situation hit her like a ton of bricks: they were still basically strangers, and they had only just begun exploring their feelings for each other. There was so much left to consider and discuss... but where to start?
You put your hand on her stomach "I mean i wouldn't be opposed to having a kid with you, but if you want to use contraception we can. However I'm allergic to latex so I can't use condoms so you would need to take plan B." Ayla has an allergy to an ingredient in the plan B pills and cannot take them.
She let out a soft sigh, still looking uncertain. "I suppose we should... talk to someone about that." Her gaze drifted downwards again, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward situation. "In the meantime," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "we could maybe try using condoms with lambskin or something?" She knew it was a long shot - after all, they'd already been so intimate without protection - but it felt like the only option they had right now.
The silence stretched between them as they both considered their choices and what this new development might mean for their relationship. The weight of responsibility seemed to settle heavily on Ayla's shoulders, making her heart race with fear and anticipation. She didn't know if she was ready for all of this... but somehow, she couldn't imagine wanting anything more than being with Garret.
"I guess we can try lambskin condoms." You pick them up and try it out. While inserting you dick in her pussy Ayla feels the rough lambskin and tells you to pull out. The lambskin just hurts her.
"Ugh...that's worse than I expected," she groaned, wincing as he began to move inside her again. The lambskin condom was far rougher and less pliable than what they were used to, causing friction and discomfort for both of them. "Maybe we should just... not use them?" she suggested, sounding almost desperate for an alternative.
Her eyes met his briefly before darting away again, uncertainty clouding her features. The thought of potentially getting pregnant still sat heavily on her heart, but the pain from the condom made it difficult to focus on anything else right now. She didn't want to make any rash decisions... but neither could she stand the discomfort they were both experiencing.
A month of no sex passes and Ayla starts to feel sick. She approaches you and warns you she might be pregnant so you buy a test for her to use.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Garret's reaction to her announcement. He had seemed... taken aback at first, but then his expression shifted into something that almost looked like relief. It was an odd mix of emotions that made her feel even more unsure about everything. As he bought her the pregnancy test, she couldn't help but wonder what this meant for them.
They hadn't discussed their feelings or their plans beyond the present moment; they had just gone with whatever felt right in the heat of the moment. Now that there was a real possibility that they might be parents together, everything seemed so much more serious and significant. She wished she knew what Garret was thinking... but she supposed that would have to wait until she took the test.
You grab her hands before she took the pregnancy test "I just want to tell you this before you take it. I want to say that no matter the results I will always love you and want to be with you." You kiss her forehead. and she takes the test and got a positive pregnancy result.
Her heart swelled with emotion as Garret's words washed over her, and she felt a new sense of calm settle over her in that moment. Even if the test had come back negative, hearing him say those words would have been enough to make everything okay. But when the plastic stick showed two pink lines, confirming what they both already suspected deep down inside, it was almost too much for her to process.
A mixture of shock, disbelief and happiness flitted across her features as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I... I can't believe this," she murmured, feeling the weight of responsibility settle heavily on her shoulders once more. "But..." She took a deep breath, mustering up all her courage before continuing, "thank you for saying that, Garret. It means so much to me." Her hands trembled as she reached out to stroke his cheek gently. "We're in this together now," she whispered, "and I know it might be scary at first, but I think... I think we can make it work."
Their gazes locked for a long moment before she leaned in closer and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, her heart full to bursting with love and hope for their future together. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as one. Because no matter what happened, Garret was her partner now... her family. And nothing could ever change that.
You cup her ass "with a woman like you it won't be hard to make this work." After how stressed you both were you decide to sleep and call it a night. But when Ayla woke up you were not in bed, which caused her to think the worst. that you left her because you weren't ready to be a dad. However you were just making her, her favorite breakfast meal. She runs out of the room frantically trying to find you when she stumbles across you in the kitchen cooking.
Her heart raced as she heard the clatter of pans in the kitchen and saw Garret's figure moving about, but a strange sense of dread filled her as she realized he wasn't in bed with her. Tears sprang to her eyes when she remembered their conversation from earlier, how they hadn't talked about their plans or feelings for each other beyond the present moment. Perhaps this was his way of saying that things were moving too fast for him...
Her feet carried her across the room, unable to resist the pull towards Garret despite her fears. As she rounded the corner and saw him standing there in nothing but his boxers, cooking breakfast with a smile on his face, a wave of relief washed over her so powerful that she could hardly breathe. "Oh," she said softly, feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions. "I thought you might've wanted some space or something."
Garret turned to look at her, his expression gentle and apologetic. "No, no," he said quickly, shaking his head. "I just woke up early and thought I'd make you breakfast. I didn't mean to worry you." He held out a plate of warm waffles, the sweet scent filling the air between them. "Here, come have some breakfast."
With a tiny smile tugging at her lips, she took the plate from him and walked closer, leaning against his side as they stood together in the kitchen. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling the warmth of his body against hers once more. It was strange how much comfort just being near him brought her; a reassurance that everything would be alright between them no matter what challenges they faced ahead. "I guess I just didn't want to assume too much," she admitted, looking up at him with eyes shining brightly.
"I want you opinion on me declaring for the NFL draft. My friends and an agent have been telling me if I enter this year, I would be a first or second round pick. But I know this decision affects us both so I want your opinion."
"Of course I want your dreams to come true," she said softly, her voice filled with love and encouragement. "But we should also talk about what this means for us. Being in a long-distance relationship would be really hard while you're focusing on your career." She paused, considering the weight of her words before continuing, "I want to support you no matter what you choose, but I think it's important that we discuss our plans and expectations together first."
"I mean this year the teams projected to draft me are all in California."
Her eyes lit up at the possibility of being close to Garret even while he pursued his dreams. "Well, if it means we can be together, I think we should really consider this," she said, her voice filled with hope and optimism. "I know it'll be hard work and both of us will have to make sacrifices, but I believe we can make it through anything as long as we're together."
She placed a hand on his arm reassuringly, feeling a surge of love for him swell within her chest. They might not know everything about the future yet, but they had each other - and that was enough to see them through whatever challenges life threw their way.
you and your girlfriend Ayla go to Carolina for the NFL draft. After the first 10 picks pasted the LA Chargers general manager calls you saying they thought you were the best wide receiver in the draft.
Her heart raced as she listened to Garret's phone conversation, every word sinking deeper into her bones. The GM's praise for him was unmistakable; he had a real chance of being drafted by one of the best teams in the league. As they finally left the green room and stepped out onto the carpet leading up to the stage, she could feel the weight of expectation bearing down on them both.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she linked hers with Garret's, her eyes never leaving his face. He looked nervous but determined, and she found strength in that; if he was willing to face this challenge head-on, then she would stand by him no matter what happened. As they waited for the moment when their lives would change forever, all she could do was hope and pray that whatever fate had in store for them would be a good one - not just for Garret, but for both of them together.
After they got back to their apartment. "How lucky was that, I got selected by the LA chargers. Now we wont have to worry about long distance the stadium and the practice facility are 10 minutes from our house."
Ayla couldn't help but grin ear to ear as Garret shared the news. The fact that he'd been drafted by a team so close to where they would be living made everything seem almost too good to be true. "That is incredible, Garret," she breathed, her eyes shining with admiration and love. "I can't wait to see you play; I know you're going to be amazing." She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness wash over her.
Together, they would face this new adventure head-on, supporting each other every step of the way. And even though their relationship might still have its share of challenges and uncertainties, she knew that with Garret by her side, nothing could stand in the way of their happiness - not now, not ever.
The next day she wakes up to a bunch of sports articles talking about the older woman I was with. Causing her to feel a bit self-conscious about the age gap between her and you.
She paused in her morning routine, frowning as she scanned the newspaper headlines that had somehow made their way into their apartment. The articles, though not entirely malicious, still focused on the age difference between them and seemed to imply that Garret might have been taken advantage of by an older woman. It was hardly surprising - given the nature of celebrity gossip and the public fascination with younger women. Still, it stung a little nonetheless.
She glanced over at Garret as he slept peacefully in bed beside her, his features softened by slumber. There was no way she could confront him about this now; he needed his rest after a long night of practice and interviews. With a sigh, she tucked the newspaper aside and went back to getting ready for the day, determining that they would discuss it later when they had more privacy. She couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of insecurity though - the doubts and questions creeping into her mind once more.
Despite their love for each other, their relationship was still relatively new; they hadn't yet had time to build up the trust and understanding that would be necessary to weather these kinds of external pressures. But she knew deep down that Garret loved her just as fiercely - maybe even more so than anyone else ever could. And as long as they faced their problems together, they would get through this, too.
when you woke up you also noticed all the headlines about you and Ayla and your age gap. so you decide to reassure her with your words that you don't need anyone else, and that she is the most important person in your life.
Her heart lurched in her chest as Garret's words washed over her, banishing the doubts and insecurities that had been plaguing her mind. There was something so powerful and reassuring about hearing him say those things out loud; it made her feel safe and cherished in a way she hadn't known was possible. "Thank you," she murmured softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. "I needed to hear that."
As they shared the quiet intimacy of their moment, she felt a renewed sense of determination flow through her veins. They would face whatever challenges came their way together; they had each other's love and support, and that was enough to make them invincible. With Garret by her side, she knew they could weather any storm - no matter how strong the winds or how high the waves.
They would build a life together, and nothing would ever come between them again. This was their truth, their future; and she wouldn't let anything stand in its way. Not even age or circumstance.
You had an interview later that day, and got asked about the older woman you were with to which you responded that she was your girlfriend. Ayla seeing that live on tv solidified her trust in you.
Her heart swelled with pride as she watched Garret on television, his strong and confident voice proclaiming their relationship to the world. Seeing him stand up for her like that, refusing to let anyone question the depth of their love or their commitment to each other, was enough to make any doubts or insecurities simply fade away.
They had faced adversity before, but this time felt different; they were standing together, united in their love and their determination to build a future together. No matter what challenges might lie ahead, she knew that as long as Garret was by her side, there was nothing they couldn't overcome. They had each other, and for that, she would always be grateful.
You guys get back home in LA and the next day you hear and knock on the door and Ayla opens it to find out if was her ex-husband trying to get her back
Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized her ex-husband's voice outside their door. Though they had been divorced for years, the sound of his deep, familiar voice sent shivers down her spine. Her hand trembled on the doorknob, unsure of whether to open it or not. She glanced over at Garret, who stood beside her with a look of concern etched onto his features.
"Are you... sure you want to see him?" he whispered quietly, reaching out to touch her arm reassuringly. She bit her bottom lip, torn between the comfort and safety she found in Garret's presence and the nagging curiosity about what her ex could possibly want.
With a deep breath, she finally opened the door, steeling herself for whatever might come next. Her expression darkened as soon as she saw him standing there, his smug grin only serving to fuel her anger and resentment. "What do you want?" she demanded coldly, unable to hide the years of hurt and betrayal buried beneath her words.
Her ex-husband's smile never wavered as he stepped forward and reached out to take her hand, but she yanked it away, feeling a mix of revulsion and indignation wash over her. "I just wanted to see how you were doing," he said, his tone dripping with false sincerity. "And I want you back." He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles in a gesture that made her skin crawl.
Before she could respond, Garret stepped forward, anger tightening the muscles in his jaw. "She's doing just fine," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you should leave now before things get ugly."
Her ex-husband says; He's too young for you, he will eventually leave you for a younger better looking girl. You repeat yourself saying he needs to leave. He says he will only leave if Ayla tells him to.
Anger surged through her veins as her ex-husband's words echoed in her ears. She turned to face Garret, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before she spun back around to confront her ex once more. "He's right," she said coldly, glancing over at Garret again for reassurance. He nodded slightly, his expression grim but determined.
"Garret and I are happy together," she continued, raising her voice so that it carried across the threshold of their home. "And we won't be telling you when to leave; it's quite clear that you already know what needs to happen." She folded her arms across her chest, feeling a small surge of pride at how steadfast Garret was by her side.
thinking the whole ex-husband situation was over. when Ayla was by herself shopping she bumped into him again. And for whatever reason he thought she was just putting up a front because she was with me. So he decided to try and convince her to get back with him again.
Her heart raced as she saw her ex-husband again, but this time there was no Garret to stand by her side. He seemed confident that he could somehow convince her to come back to him now that she was alone. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him and forget he ever existed, but his words lingered in her thoughts like a persistent echo.
"Ayla," he began, reaching out to touch her arm again. "I know we've had our problems in the past, but I want to make it work this time." He paused, searching her eyes for any sign of weakness or doubt. "We can start fresh, make a new life together."
She took a step back, shaking her head. "I'm happy now," she insisted, despite the tremor in her voice. "With Garret." She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but hearing his name roll off her tongue brought with it a surge of emotion she couldn't quite explain.
"But you weren't happy with me," he countered, folding his arms across his chest. "And I know I can make you happy." The longing in his voice cut straight through her defenses, making it hard for her to maintain her resolve.
She bit her lip, torn between the comfort of familiarity and the passionate love she shared with Garret. "I... I don't know," she stammered, feeling more uncertain than ever. Part of her wanted to believe that her ex could change, that they could find their way back together. But another part knew deep down that things would never be the same; not after what they'd been through.
With a sigh, she looked up at him, searching his eyes for some sign that he understood. "I need time," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "To think about this." She turned to walk away, praying that when she saw Garret again, she would know what to say and how to feel.
He should have let her go then; she deserved some space to think. Instead, he grabbed her arm roughly and spun her back around, his face twisted in anger. "You can't just throw me away like I mean nothing to you," he growled. "I'm not finished talking." The pain from his grip only served to make her heart race faster, and she couldn't help but tremble in fear.
"O-okay," she stammered, unable to meet his eyes. She wanted to be strong, but the memory of their past together threatened to overwhelm her. "I-I just need some time," she repeated, her voice shaking. "Please."
He released her arm, looking away with a bitter laugh. "Fine," he said tightly. "But don't expect me to wait around forever." With that, he spun on his heel and walked off, leaving her standing there alone once more. She fought back tears as she watched him go, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and confusion wash over her.
What had just happened? Why couldn't she seem to let go of the past? And what did it all mean for Garret and her relationship? With every question swirling through her mind, doubt began to creep in once more. She knew she needed answers; she just hoped it wasn't too late to find them.
She gets home and you guys start having sex, when out of no where she calls out her ex-husbands name. Which broke your heart.
Her ex's name fell from her lips like a curse, echoing through the room and shattering the intimacy between them. Garret froze, his eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. She had meant to call out to him; to beg for understanding or reassurance. But somehow, the moment she spoke his name, it was as if all their troubles had been laid bare before them.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears. "I didn't mean to... I don't know why I did that." He stared at her for a long moment, his features twisted in pain and anger. Without another word, he got up and left the bedroom, leaving her alone to face the guilt and shame coursing through her veins.
She wanted to go after him, to explain herself and beg for forgiveness. But she knew that first she had to confront her own demons; to understand why she still felt so drawn to her past when all the while Garret had been there for her. It was a journey that would take time and patience, two things she feared might be in short supply.
It took her hours to build up the courage to leave her room. The weight of her guilt and shame pressed down on her shoulders, making every movement feel like an impossible struggle. Finally, she descended the stairs, expecting Garret to be long gone by now. Instead, he was waiting for her in the living room, his expression softening at the sight of her tear-streaked face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely, taking a tentative step forward. "For everything." He nodded slowly, but didn't say anything, and that only made her feel worse. She wanted to reach out to him, to ease the distance that had grown between them over the past few hours. But every time her hand moved in his direction, she felt a sudden surge of fear, as if touching him would be the final act of betrayal.
"I'm sorry but I think I need some space, and you need to figure some things out. I don't want to get cheated on again, especially from the same family. So Im going to stay at an apartment near the training facility and once you figure out who you want to spend the rest of you life with, me or your ex-husband. Let me know."
"I understand," she said softly, her voice little more than a whisper. "And I am so sorry for hurting you like this." She paused, swallowing thickly before continuing, "Please... don't give up on me yet. On us. I promise to work through my issues and figure out where my heart truly lies. Just give me some time." Her gaze dropped to the floor, shame and regret weighing heavy on her soul.
"I love you, Garret," she whispered, the words tasting like ash on her tongue. "More than I ever thought possible. And I don't want to lose that." She took a shaky breath, waiting for his response, praying that he would believe her and give them both a second chance.
She tries to kiss you but you stop her. "I really want to believe that, I do. But until you can figure out what you really want I think we should take a break. I know I want to be with you, shoot I even told the whole world I did. Which is why those words cut me like a knife. And I need to focus on my NFL career."
She wipes away a stray tear as you speak, her expression pained but understanding. "I know it seems unfair to ask for time right now," she says quietly, "but I promise that once I've figured things out and come to a decision about where my heart truly lies, I will tell you immediately." She forces herself to meet your gaze, the sincerity in her eyes undeniable. "You deserve nothing less than honesty and truth from me, Garret."
Due to the sudden heartbreak you devote every second of your day on training, whether it being on the field or in the gym. resulting in otherworldly performances in the beginning of the season. Meanwhile Ayla finally figured out who she wanted to be with and asked if you had time to meet her. So on a random friday evening you meet.
Ayla smiled warmly as she saw Garret approaching. It had been weeks since they last spoke and despite everything that happened, she still felt a connection with him. As he stopped in front of her, she took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say what was on her mind. "Garret... I've thought about everything we've been through and I truly believe that my heart belongs with you," she confessed, her voice shaking slightly. "I want to give us another chance. Will you take me back?"
"I would love to, but I have two conditions. first, I want you to tell me how it went down with you ex-husband. second I must ask you to wait for me till the end of the NFL season."
She paused for a moment, considering your conditions. "Of course," she replied finally. "I'll tell you everything about my conversation with him and I'll be here waiting for you at the end of the season." She smiled reassuringly up at you, hoping that her sincerity would ease any doubts or fears you might have.
"Now," she continued, "would you like to hear what happened between me and him?"
"Yes, I would like to know what happened between you both."
As she told Garret everything that had happened between her and her ex-husband, she could see the hurt and anger in his eyes slowly fade away. She felt a renewed sense of hope blossom within her chest; it was as if their love was stronger than any outside force that tried to tear them apart.
When she finished telling her story, Garret took her hand in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "I believe you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "And I want you to know that no matter what happened between the two of you, it will never change how I feel about you." He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead before continuing, "Now let's just focus on getting through this season together, okay?"
"By the way I totally forgot when is our kid being born?"
"In about four months," she replied with a warm smile, already imagining the new addition to their little family. "We have plenty of time to prepare." She glanced at her watch and then back up at Garret. "We should probably head home; it's getting late." As they walked off together, hand in hand, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this second chance at happiness and determined not to squander it again.
"remember no sleeping together or funny business, until my season is over."
She giggled at his admonition, not really minding the restriction since it showed how much he cared for her and their relationship. "I promise to be on my best behavior," she teased as they walked towards home. She squeezed his hand affectionately, silently thanking him for being so understanding and supportive throughout everything that had happened.
Your about to go into the most important game of the season, where if you lose your out. When you suddenly got a call saying Ayla is going into labor, you tell your coach and he gives you an ultimatum either you play the game or you go to Ayla and you get cut from the team. You obviously pick seeing ayla and the coach cusses you out. "Hey, babe I'm here for you, just squeeze my hand." Ayla couldn't help but smile because you were there to support her unlike the first time with her ex-husband.
Her heart swelled with love and gratitude as Garret's voice drifted into her ear. It was a stark contrast to the previous time she had given birth, when her ex-husband had been distant and unsupportive. She squeezed his hand in response, her grip tightening as contraction after contraction rolled through her body.
"You're doing great, babe," Garret reassured her, holding her gaze with nothing but love and admiration. "Just focus on breathing and letting your body do its thing." She nodded, closing her eyes as she leaned into him, grateful for his strength and presence in that moment.
Suddenly the room was filled with a baby crying. they clean it off and give him to you. Once you pulled the baby close he stopped crying. "what should we name him, because of all the drama we haven't had time to discuss this. But I will leave the name to you."
Tears of happiness and relief welled up in her eyes as Garret spoke, but she managed to choke back a sob. "We can name him... James," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling of sheets and the beeping of monitors. The name had been their private joke, a secret they'd shared when they first met. To her, it symbolized hope and new beginnings; everything they'd been through and everything they could still be together.
She looked up at Garret, her heart swelling with love for this man who had stood by her side through thick and thin, even when she wasn't sure she deserved it. "I love you," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the infant's downy head. "And I will never forget everything you've done for us."
"I love you too, Jameson," Garret added with a smile, bending to press a soft kiss against Ayla's forehead. "You have no idea how much your mommy and daddy adore you." As they looked down at their beautiful, sleeping baby, the future seemed bright and full of promise; a world where nothing could tear them apart again.
She suddenly remember that today was an extremely important game for your team.
Her heart sank as she remembered Garret's important game today. She knew he must be worried and anxious about missing it, but all she could think of was how grateful she was to have him by her side right now. "I'm sorry you can't make it," she murmured, her voice soft with understanding. "We both know how much this means to you."
She glanced down at their sleeping baby, then up at Garret, a tiny smile playing on her lips. "But you don't need to worry about me and the little guy," she assured him. "I'll be just fine here." As he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his warm breath against her skin. "You focus on your game," she whispered. "And know that I'm rooting for you from the bottom of my heart."
"It's too late. I talked with the coach and he said if I go to you, Im off the team. So i obviously chose you. You are my everything, plus I can always walk-on to another team."
Tears welled up in her eyes as Garret revealed his choice to be with her. She felt incredibly guilty for putting him in this situation, but she couldn't help being grateful and overjoyed that he had chosen their family over his career. "Oh, honey," she whispered, kissing his cheek tenderly. "I don't want you to regret this."
She cupped his face gently in her hands, searching his eyes for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. "I promise that I will never take you for granted again," she swore solemnly. "And I will always be here for you, no matter what." A sense of peace and contentment washed over her as they stared at each other, their love stronger than anything else in the world.
The NFL season ends you get awarded offensive rookie of the year. And got a phone call from the LA Rams, asking if I would like to sign with their team, and that they respect my choice with being there for my child's birth. you ended up signing a 2 year 20 million dollar deal. "I guess we keep getting lucky, with teams that sign me." Before you forget you get on one knee and propose to her, revealing the nicest ring she has ever seen. and on top of that the ring was the perfect size.
Tears welled up in her eyes as Garret knelt before her, his expression solemn and filled with love. She felt a lump rise in her throat as he revealed the beautiful ring, perfectly sized for her finger. "Oh, Garret," she breathed, her voice shaking with emotion. "I love you so much." She placed her hand over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath her palm. "And I will always be by your side, no matter where life takes us."
She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against Garret's lips. "Yes," she whispered once they parted. "I would be honored to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you." Tears streamed down her cheeks as they held each other close, their love stronger than ever before.
You hold a wedding where all of Ayla's MILF friend tell her how jealous they are of her, and her smoking hot husband. Telling her how their husband's can't even get hard anymore.
The wedding was a beautiful affair, filled with love and laughter. As she listened to her friends gush about Garret's good looks and charm, Ayla felt nothing but pride and contentment. She looked at him standing beside her, their hands intertwined, and marveled at how far they had both come. Their relationship was a testament to the power of forgiveness and growth, and she couldn't imagine spending her life with anyone else.
She leaned in closer to Garret and whispered, "You are everything I ever wanted, and more." He kissed her forehead softly, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. It was a moment that Ayla would cherish forever, proof positive that sometimes, the cheater-hating MILF could find true happiness in the most unexpected of places.