Whatever happened to compromise? All relationships between two or more people involve compromise. It's never possible to get everything you want, without giving up something to the other person's desires. Nor is compromise only something that "losers" do. No one likes a bully, who expects to get his/her way all of the time. Living with siblings, you figure that out early: I get a bit of what I want, you get a bit of what you want, and we can all live with the consequences. I told my kids that giving them siblings was one of the best gifts I could give them, besides life itself, and their daddy as a father. They had to learn to negotiate from an early age, and it was fun for us, watching how they made and broke alliances as the situations changed. Now they're all in their twenties, and still very close; I think having three guaranteed best friends is a great way to go through life.
But when you fall in love, many times people forget that compromises have to be made constantly. Whose job is most important, if a move is require? Should we live in an apartment, or a house? How big of a yard do we want? What kind of bed? Food? Entertainment options? Kids? Pets? Etc. Life is full of things you have to make compromises on, including silly things like, She likes rom-com movies, but he only likes sci-fi and Marvel action movies. Which do we go to tonight? So you let him pick tonight's movie, then you get to pick the next date night movie. No one gets all they want all of the time, but you each feel respected, and get enough of what you want, so you're both satisfied.
In my first published book, Never Too Old for the Game of Love, Tegan is a divorced mother of two pre-teens, who is close to her 40th birthday, and convinced that love has passed her by. She and her best friend run a party-planning business. When the brother-in-law of one of their friends needs a party planned for an important client, they are thrilled to get the job. One thing leads to another, and soon Tegan and the handsome divorced man, Alejandro Reyes, are having a torrid affair on the one weekend a month that her ex-husband has the kids. They both agree that it's only to be a secret affair, because she's afraid to commit to anything else after her painful divorce; she also doesn't want her kids to be hurt again. But as the months go by, they both, separately, realize they have fallen deeply in love with each other. Tegan is still gun-shy. Alejandro, who once told her he became a top salesman because he, "not only supplies what the buyer thinks he needs, but fills needs the buyer isn't even aware of yet," is determined to prove to her that it's not just a game for him anymore.
Set-up: in this scene, they are celebrating in February, at his expensive condo in downtown Chicago. When he picked her up, she was moody because her kids, especially the older one, her "tween" daughter, have been giving her lots of grief. He's trying to get her to focus on him and what he wants to say.
“What makes you think I’m not upset with you?” Tegan asked angrily.
He looked at her again, then poured the wine into the two glasses, and handed one to her. “What did I do?”
She stalked out into the living room area, and Alexander shrugged, then followed her, to sit on the couch that faced the chair she had perched herself on. She nervously tapped one foot, while she struggled with what she was going to say.
“It’s more a matter of you being just one more person that I have to please. Everyone wants a little part of me, and I’m running out of parts. Sometimes I feel like there’s no parts left for me.” She shook her head. “I’m not explaining this well at all, am I?”
He took a sip of his wine, to give him a minute to think of how to respond.
“What if I told you I want more than just a little part of you?”
She looked at him intently, “What do you mean? How much more?”
“As much as you are willing to give me. Or to share with me.”
“I can’t do that, you know that. I have to think of my kids first.”
He noted dryly, “They don’t seem to be giving much thought to being grateful to you these days, do they?”
“That’s not the point. They are heading into their teen years, and I always knew this was going to be the bumpy part of the trip. I remember being a teenager. It was damn hard to figure out who I was, and who I wanted to be. I was a real rebel for a long time…my older sister was the ‘perfect one’, who always got good grades, and never gave my parents any trouble. I don’t think she even had sex until she got married…maybe not until she got to college, anyway.”
He smiled at her, “Somehow, I don’t think you waited that long.”
She shook her head, a tiny smile on her lips now, “No. I got tired of masturbating all of the time, and decided to see if having sex with a boy would ‘last’ any longer, and give me more relief from the constant yearnings I had. I was seventeen when I first ‘went all the way’ with a boy, and after that, since I wasn’t enjoying it half as much as when I ‘did’ myself, I spent the next few years trying to get better at what I was doing, so I would enjoy it more.”
She took a few sips of her wine now, before she continued, “I don’t think I even had an orgasm with a guy until I was in college. But once I did, I was like a kid in a candy store! It’s so ridiculously easy for a woman to get laid, as opposed to a man, who has to work for it! All I ever had to do was walk into a bar, and send off some ‘signals’ that I was available. I swear, it must have been pheromones or something. Before long, they’d start appearing around me, and I’d have my pick of who to go home with, or to take home with me.”
Alexander shifted around on the couch, trying to ignore the throbbing erection in his increasingly tight pants.
“I’d be even more jealous, if I didn’t know that everything that you have done, every man you have ever had, has led you to my condo, and my bed. Since I don’t intend to ever let you leave me, I guess I’ll just chalk it all up to ‘practice’, so you would be able to blow my mind, and make me realize that you are the only woman for me.”
She looked at him in shock. “What are you saying?”
He got off of the couch then, and knelt in front of her chair. “Tegan, honey, I was planning on waiting until after dinner to talk to you about this. In fact, I was planning on waiting until we had enough sex, so that I would be able to think clearly again. But I don’t seem to ever be able to do things the way I plan to, when you are around. You are the most exasperating woman I have ever met. You make me crazy, then you give me more pleasure than I have ever thought possible.”
He paused, to shift around, since his knees were hurting from the pressure of kneeling on them. She waited, expectantly.
“Tegan, I want to marry you, someday. But first, I want to get to know your kids. I want you to get to know my family. I want the whole world to know that you, Tegan O’Neill, are officially ‘off the market’, since you belong to me now. This is February, the month of Valentine’s Day. It’s the right time for me to tell you that I love you, and I don’t want to live without you anymore.”He leaned forward now, and smiling at the shocked expression on her face, he kissed her. Predictably, once their lips met, the heat flared between them, and before long they were rolling around on the floor, tearing off each other’s clothing, and working towards their mutual goal of joining their bodies together again.
Of course, things will not work out easily for this couple. They have obstacles to deal with before they find their happily-ever-after. But they will. And since this is the first book in a series that to date, has six books, they will make appearances in subsequent Reyes Family Romance novels. Find out more about this, and all of my other books, at my website: http://www.fionamcgier.com
And I will see you again next month on the 16th. Until then, remember that love is only possible when you respect each other as individuals. And compromise isn't a dirty word.