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| Topic Started: Oct 14 2011, 11:26 PM (119 Views) | |
| Elaine Swan | Oct 14 2011, 11:26 PM Post #1 |
 
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My body had adjusted to waking up early years ago, and today was no different. I got carefully out of bed so as not to wake Charlie, then tiptoed around the room, getting clean clothes and heading for the bathroom. Half an hour later, I was showered, dressed, and ready to start the day. First on the list: wake the kids up for school. Georgia was easy enough to get out of bed in the morning. I simply walked in, opened the curtains on her windows, and walked back out, turning on her light as I did. Jeff took some coaxing. Upon entering his room, I stopped to shake my head at the lump that was covered with a blue comforter. I turned his bedroom light on. "Time to get up," I said calmly. The lump stirred, then Jeff's head poked out from under the comforter. "Mom, it's Sunday," he grumbled in protest. "Actually, it's Monday." I let the realization hit. "Aw, man!" He groaned and pulled his head under the blanket again. "Okay. I can always have Georgia come in and get you up." Jeff started getting up right away, so, smiling proudly to myself, I took my leave. I headed downstairs for phase two of the Elaine Swan Morning Ritual: breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, and whatever they preferred to wash it down with. Soon, I heard footsteps on the stairs as Georgia came down, reading a magazine, followed by Jeff, who was dressed but left his hair a disheveled mess. "No pancakes?" Georgia asked, without peeling her eyes away from her magazine. I slid it out of her hands and set it aside. "No pancakes. This is not a Holiday Inn." My daughter smiled and started in on her food. Jeff was rubbing his eyes groggily. "Don't skewer yourself with your fork please. Your dad and I would have a devil of a time explaining what happened," I joked mildly. Once they were settled at the table, I headed upstairs for my third challenge: getting Charlie up. I didn't turn the light on, but I opened our curtains as well, then jumped on the bed, sprawling my body across my husband's, my chin resting on his shoulder. "Rise and shine, Chief Swan," I said softly. One thing I could always do was greet Charlie with a smile when we got up in the morning. It was kind of hard not to. Edited by Elaine Swan, Oct 14 2011, 11:41 PM.
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| Charlie Swan | Oct 15 2011, 08:53 PM Post #2 |
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"Can't," I said, havening awakened with her footsteps on the stairs. It's a cop thing. I opened my eyes even as my arms were wrapping around Elaine, holding her so she'd stay just where she was. "There's a beautiful woman on top of me." I lifted my head just enough to look over at the door. She'd locked it. A whole lotta parts of me smiled. We didn't have a lot of time, but we sure as heck made the most of it, and I even helped Elaine get back into her clothes afterwards. It was the least I could do, since I was mostly responsible for getting her out of them. We were standing in front of the bureau mirror, and I had my arms around her and my face buried in her gorgeous hair, which she had to stop untouseling while I got lost in the scent. "You smell just like my wife," I breathed huskily, then turned her to face me and kissed her like it was something I would never tire of doing. How could I ever get tired of kissing Elaine? |
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| Elaine Swan | Oct 15 2011, 10:17 PM Post #3 |
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I laughed, pressing myself closer as his arms wrapped around me. He looked at the door, understanding my motives. Good -------------- I stared into the mirror, having ceased my attempts to sort out my mess of curls. Charlie was holding me again, and it was one of those many moments I wanted to last. "You smell just like my wife," he'd mumbled. "Speaking of which," I started. "I should probably go before she comes home and catches us." He spun me around and kissed me, a kiss which I was all too happy to return. When, at last, I reluctantly pulled away, I leaned lazily against Charlie and breathed a sigh. "I guess we should go see what kind of mess the kids made when they left for school." I lifted myself up on my toes to press another kiss to my husband's lips, then went downstairs with a skip in my step. Once I reached the kitchen, however, I planted my hands on my hips. Breakfast dishes were left on the table, and Georgia had left her lunch money on the counter. Yet somehow she remembered her magazine. Immediately, I scooped up the dishes on the table and carried them to the sink, turning on the faucet. As I started in on dishes, I remembered the plate I'd made for Charlie. It was probably cold now. Scraping it off into the trash, I decided to make another when he came down. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I spoke without turning around, focusing on my task. "I'll make you breakfast in a minute, sweetheart. I just need to clean up after Hurricane Georgia and Hurricane Jeff," I explained cheerfully. |
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| Sarah Rinelli | Nov 2 2011, 01:25 PM Post #4 |
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It was morning. I had slept in somewhat, since today I had the late shift. The day before I'd had a long talk with the boss. It had been about a week since Eric died. The funeral had been yesterday. My nerves were still fluttery, but he could not afford to give me more days off. Baxter's was already one cook short, and if I flunked out it would be two - more than the place could handle. So far a lot of over time from everyone else, plus the boss' own cooking skill had kept us afloat. That could not go on forever, though. He had been very understanding yet firm, as was his way, and we had discussed at length how the kitchen could be handled without compromising either of our needs. Baxter's would hire a new cook as soon as possible, of course, but until then every help that could be found would be temporarily hired, even if it was just someone to dunk the french fries and take the edge off the hectic and stress of the kitchen. That was why I was here at the Swan's doorstep at this hour. After spending the night trying to think of someone I could ask for help, I had gathered enough courage to just come and ask. I knew Elaine would long be up an about, so I was not worried about intruding. Even so I hestitated for few moments before ringing the bell. |
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