The next week dragged for Emma, Dad was due home Thursday and he was home when she arrived from school. The next morning, Emma told Tim that she wanted to spend time with her Dad, so please don’t be upset if she didn’t see him over the weekend. She’d let him know what happened on Monday.
Friday evening was just a normal family dinner. Dad filled them in on his doings for the last three weeks and Mom caught him up will the latest events, doing Zoom and phone calls were often just not enough. Mom was rostered to work the next morning, she couldn’t get out of it with the staff shortages around the pandemic. It was an early night for them and Emma masturbated to the sounds of their lovemaking. Mom went off to work and Emma and Dad were alone, at the breakfast table.
“So,” Dad asked, “How’s it going with Tim?”
Emma told him as much as she thought he should know, but then stopped, silent. Dad was not entirely obtuse, and said, “Okay, what is it you’re not telling me?”
Emma just looked at him, then said, “It’s Mom.”