Andie
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Post by Andie on Jul 28, 2008 12:58:51 GMT 10
So Abby wants an aupair huh? I should totally apply for the job, since that's what I'm doing here!!! heh
Loved it....i totally miss your stories, hope you can keep it going!
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Post by leiraguzon on Jul 28, 2008 18:16:23 GMT 10
I absolutely love this story =D
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Post by larue on Jul 28, 2008 21:38:20 GMT 10
Ruthie’s head hit the opened book on the table with a soft clunk.
“I am never going to get this,” she moaned. “Why would anyone think that mixing letters and numbers in the same sentence would make any kind of sense?”
“Algebra?” Abby grimaced as she carried plates and utensils to the table. She shuddered.
“I am afraid you will have to ask Luka for help with that. Algebra makes me feel old and stupid.” Ruthie chuckled and lifted her head from the book and papers. She exchanged looks with Abby and then sighed as she gathered up her schoolwork.
“I’ll wait until Holly comes tomorrow,” she said. “My brain isn’t working too well right now anyway.” Abby set the dishes on the table and studied her as she piled the school books and notebooks and calculator into a neat stack and stood up. Abby’s brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. Ruthie’s own brown eyes widened in surprise when she caught Abby’s gaze.
“What?” she said. Abby folded her arms across her chest and continued to study the girl.
“It’s been two weeks, Ruthie,” she said quietly. “You can’t avoid him forever. You’re living in the same house.” Ruthie swallowed.
“He scares me,” she whispered. Abby rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“He shouldn’t.”
“He doesn’t like me.”
“Yes, he does.” Ruthie regarded her warily for a moment and then picked up her school things.
“If you say so” she sighed as she carried her books to a table in the living room. Abby shook her head in exasperation and then looked up as the doorbell rang. She crossed the living room and opened the door.
“Hello,” Holly said as she opened the outside door and let herself in.
“Hi! Come on in,” Abby said as she held the door open for the two guys behind her. “I haven’t seen you in a while, Rick. How is school going?”
“Finals are next week,” the tall blonde behind Holly said with a grin. “Need I say more?”
“No,” Abby laughed. “ I remember…..”
“We’re on our way to the park for the first outdoor concert,” Joe’s nanny explained. “We’re going to stop and get some sandwiches or something and my Mom made us bring Will.” She tossed a thumb toward the boy behind them. He rolled his eyes sullenly and shook his dark head.
“We were passing by and thought maybe Ruthie would like to come too.” Abby glanced toward Ruthie, who had a hopeful look on her face.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Abby said.
“I have to change my shoes,” Ruthie cried as she hurried to the downstairs steps.
“Grab a jacket too,” Holly called after her. “It gets cooler when the sun goes down.”
“Thank you for rescuing me from Algebra,” Abby laughed.
“Algebra?” Will straightened.
“Yes,” she said as she turned to study him. “Do you understand it?” Will shrugged and leaned back against the door jamb in feigned disinterest.
“He’d much rather talk school than go to this concert,” Holly laughed. Will’s eyes darkened as he glared at his sister.
“Let’s go,” Ruthie said brightly as she made her way back up the stairs. Abby suppressed a smile as she saw that the girl had changed her clothes and pulled her dark hair into a neat pony tail.
“The concert is over at 9:30 so we’ll bring her home after,” Holly said as she followed the two teens and her boyfriend out the door.
“Okay,” Abby nodded. Holly chuckled as Abby mouthed a silent ‘thanks’. She closed the door behind them and leaned against it for a moment. A slow grin crossed her face and her eyes began to twinkle deviously. She headed for the telephone.
The house was dark and quiet by the time Luka used his key to unlock the front door. He set the large bag of Chinese take out on a nearby chair and dropped his brief case to the floor.
“Abby?” he called as he flipped on the light. “I’ve got dinner….” He turned slowly in confusion as the light switched off from the other side of the room. The dining table was set with two places and a lone candle burned in the center.
“Hi,” Abby called softly from the door to the kitchen. She was silhouetted in the dim light as she leaned against the door frame. Luka glanced around warily and swallowed.
“Ruthie is at a concert in the park with Holly and her boyfriend,” Abby said quietly as she approached him. Luka heart began to pound in his chest and his throat went dry. She drew closer, tracing a finger along the edge of the table. He could smell the scent of the perfume he’d given her for Christmas.
“Joe is at Caleb’s house for a play date so I called to see if they would mind keeping him for dinner.”
“Yeah?” Luka swallowed as she neared, a grin beginning to creep across his face. Abby reached up to trace the dimple in his cheek. Their eyes held as her fingers slipped to the clasp on his belt.
“He’s probably happily digging into fish sticks and macaroni and cheese right…about….now….” her voice trailed off and he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. His hands went to the sides of her face and he held her still as their lips locked in a deep kiss. He began to chuckle as she struggled with the zipper in his pants and then he reached down to her waist. “Ah! What are you doing?” Abby shrieked as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Saving time…” Luka said as carried her toward the staircase to their bedroom. “Oh my god. Are you gaining weight?”
“Shut up!” Abby chortled as she slapped him on the behind. Luka laughed and groaned playfully as he carried her easily up the stairs to their bedroom. He dropped her onto their bed and grinned lecherously as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Abby stretched on top of the comforter and waited. He grinned as he leaned down and slipped a hand under her tee shirt, his fingers and palm smoothing across the warm skin of her belly and rib cage. His finger tips traveled the familiar path upward. He wasn’t surprised to find her braless – nipples erect and full breasts waiting for him.
“It’s been so long I thought we might have forgotten how to do this,” she gasped softly as he worked her shirt over her head. Luka chuckled and tossed the shirt in the general direction of the clothes hamper.
“Not a chance…” he sighed and went to work. A soft moan worked its way from the hollow of her throat and she buried her fingers in this dark hair. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations beginning to course through her body. She frowned in disappointment when he stopped. She opened her brown eyes to find him looking down at her.
“What?” Luka shrugged.
“I think I’m hungry,” he said. Abby shook her head and laughed.
“Oh come on!” she cried. “You’re going to finish what you started first.” Luka laughed gleefully as she pulled his face to hers and her lips held him as her fingers went back to working on the zipper on his pants.
It was very clear halfway through the first set that Will had very little patience for country music. He fiddled and squirmed and finally nudged Ruthie and tipped his head toward the outer rim of people settled on the grass for the concert.
“I’m going to get us something to drink,” he said loudly to his sister. Holly glared at him but nodded.
“Come on…” he said as Ruthie stood up to follow him. He grabbed her hand as she almost lost her balance picking their way around the blankets and chairs and people settled on the grass. She sighed in relief when they reached the safety of the sidewalk and he let go of her hand.
“So you’re not a country fan, I take it?” Will shook his head.
“Are you?” Ruthie shrugged.
“I guess it depends on the song,” she said as she began to wander slowly down the sidewalk. She looked back at him and Will pointed toward the bright lights of a convenience store not far away.
“My Grandma loved country music,” she said as he caught up with her. “We listened to it a lot.”
“Holly said she died,” Will said. Ruthie nodded.
“Yeah, she did.” Will watched her as they walked slowly. She turned to look at him and smiled.
“So you like school? And Math?” Will chuckled ruefully.
“I guess you could say that,” he sighed. “My Mom kind of makes Holly take me to these things. I’m not sure if I am supposed to be chaperoning them or just getting away from my books. How about you?”
“Oh well, I’m finishing the school year with my school in Chicago,” Ruthie said. “They send my assignments and we fax them back when I am done. It’s easier than starting a new school for just a few weeks, I guess, but I miss having a real teacher to help me. Especially with the Algebra.” She looked down and held her arms out to balance as she walked along the very edge of the walkway.
“It’s not like I am going to need it for what I want to do or anything.” Will watched her and then followed her along the edge.
“Lawyers don’t need to know Algebra. I’m going to be a lawyer,” Ruthie said firmly as she crossed the sidewalk along the crack, still balancing as she put one foot in front of the other. “I’m going to prosecute drunk drivers to the full extent of the law…and then maybe some more.” Will chuckled. Ruthie stopped in her tracks and glanced back at him.
“A drunk driver killed my parents,” she said. His face fell and he stopped in his tracks. Ruthie turned back to the crack in the sidewalk and resumed her balancing act.
“I hate people who drink too much,” she said quietly. “I hate people who drink at all.”
“Wow,” Will whistled. “That’s pretty hard line. Lots of people drink alcohol at some time or another.” Ruthie stopped again.
“And they kill people,” she said. “They destroy families and don’t even care.” Will frowned slightly and nodded toward the door of the store.
“So do you want some chips or a candy bar or something?” he asked lightly. Ruthie blinked in the flashing lights of the store and then shrugged her shoulders.
“Holly gave me her last ten dollars,” Will grinned wryly. “Let’s spend all of it!” Ruthie giggled and shook her head. She looked up shyly as the boy opened the door and waited for her. She smiled and went inside.
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mich
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Post by mich on Jul 29, 2008 0:39:16 GMT 10
tnx for the update...
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Post by Izzy on Jul 29, 2008 1:53:56 GMT 10
Great as always!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jul 29, 2008 2:39:56 GMT 10
Loved the updates xxx
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er02
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Post by er02 on Jul 29, 2008 16:06:36 GMT 10
Nice story
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cloudy
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Post by cloudy on Jul 30, 2008 9:34:13 GMT 10
This is a very nice fic Larue. I like your idea and I hope you can update soon!
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Tails
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Post by Tails on Aug 4, 2008 9:20:47 GMT 10
Great Update!! i love this fic.!!!!
Can't wait for the next one!!
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Post by lkaljk (Ebba) on Aug 8, 2008 6:34:49 GMT 10
[glow=red,2,300]Where are you??
Keep going , can't wait [/glow]
Thanks! Been in Boston for a week. Plan to update tomorrow...as soon as I get all the vacation laundry going!
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Post by larue on Aug 12, 2008 2:39:12 GMT 10
Abby checked through the papers in her bag and snapped the valise shut. She adjusted the strap over her shoulder and then looked up the stairs.
“Ruthie,” she called. “I’m leaving.” It was only a moment before Joe was jumping down the steps brandishing a cardboard sword in his hand.
“Hoho….mommy!” he cried as his feet hit solidly on the landing. Abby laughed and clapped her hands to her chest as she took in the sight of her son in his current favorite tee shirt with vegetables dressed as pirates, one brown eye twinkling and one blinking behind a too big pirate patch. His dark hair was all askew in the elastic that was trying to hold the patch in place. He had a curling mustache drawn on his face and was grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s great!” Abby laughed and the frowned slightly. “Are pirates allowed to kiss their moms good bye?” Joe nodded and leaned happily toward her. Abby wrapped her arms around him and swung him off his feet as he giggled. She looked up and laughed again as Ruthie came down the stairs with a similar sword and patch over her eye.
“I’m going to a meeting before my shift,” Abby said. She kissed Joe’s cheek and then set him back on the landing. “”Luka is bringing dinner home and should be here around six o’clock.”
“He doesn’t have to,” Ruthie said. “I can cook something for dinner.” Abby grimaced.
“I know you can,” she said as she headed toward the front door. “But one thing I have learned is never come between Luka and his take outs. He might expect ME to cook.” Ruthie shrugged with a slight smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Abby took a lingering last look at the two ‘pirates’ on the stairs and blew Joe a kiss before closing the front door behind her.
Another meeting. They weren’t so bad any more. Boring as a rule but at times intriquing. Janet Coburn had encouraged – no ordered – her to find a sponsor in Boston as soon as possible. She had made the rounds of meetings and found a couple places that she liked….if that was possible. And she attended dutifully in the beginning. There had been so much to do with the move and getting to know her new job. Luka insisted and made it possible for her to go. Once a week at first. And now once a month. She was basically low maintenance as a rule. She had Luka to talk to this time. They were done with keeping secrets…with not talking to one another. But still a meeting now and then was a good thing.
“Abby!” She turned with a smile as another woman approached. “How are you?”
“Wonderful, Nadine,” Abby said as she hugged her friend. “And you?”
“Made it through another month so I can’t complain,” the blonde woman sighed. “How are Joe….and Ruthie, was it?” Abby nodded.
“Fine,” she said. “She finished all of her schoolwork by correspondence and has been taking care of Joe since our nanny left for Europe. She does the laundry and cleans the house….”
“You should bring her to a teen meeting sometime,” Marian moaned. “Maybe some of that will rub off on my Caroline.” Abby chuckled as the two of them made their way toward the chairs set up for the meeting.
It was disconcertening to sit across the table from her at times. To even look at her. The resemblance was uncanny. Impossibly similar. Luka reached over to hand a napkin to Joe and the little boy used it carefully to wipe pizza sauce from his cheeks. Luka grinned as his son smiled and went back to work on the slice of pizza on his plate. Ruthie shifted in her chair and toyed with the salad on her plate.
“So, how was your day?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence. Luka shrugged and blinked.
“Like any other, I suppose,” he said. ‘Busy.” He was silent.
“Well, we played pirates most of the afternoon,” Ruthie carried on again.
“Ho, ho ho!” Joe cried lustily as he straightened in his chair.
“YO ho ho, Joe,” Ruthie shook her head. “You sound like Santa Claus.” Joe stopped and looked around carefully. “Do you remember Santa Claus?” The little boy stuck a finger in his mouth and nodded warily.
“We took him to a Christmas party at my hospital,” Luka whispered loudly. “Santa was a little scarey this year. But not next year, eh Joe?” The little boy’s eyes were big and round as he nodded slowly. Ruthie laughed and Luka’s eyes darted to her face again. He looked away quickly and sat back in his chair.
“Nothing to do with your friends tonight?” he asked her. Ruthie shook her head and began to gather up the dishes and utensils in front of her.
“Naw,” she sighed as she stood up. “Joe and I have a surprise for you though.” She carried the dishes into the kitchen and came out with some papers and a box of crayons. Joe straightened in his seat and grinned at Luka as Ruthie spilled some crayons on the table in front of him. He waited and watched her expectantly as she sat down in her chair and rifled through the papers in front of her.
“Joe,” she said. “Can you find this crayon?” She held up a paper with a color word. Luka’s smile grew as the little boy searched through the pile in front of him and held up a red crayon.
“Red!” he crowed triumphantly and handed the crayon to Luka.
“That’s great!” Luka laughed and leaned down to kiss the little boy’s head.
“There’s more…” Ruthie held up another paper with another color word. Joe picked up a green crayon and handed it to Luka. And then a blue one. And then an orange one.
“We’re working on some of the others but these are the ones he really knows.” Luka pulled his son into his lap and hugged him close.
“That’s wonderful, Ruthie,” he said softly. “Thank you.” Ruthie smiled and gathered up the crayons to replace them in the box.
“We have to do something fun during the day,” she said. “Might as well work on that preschool stuff. He can write his name now too but we’re saving that to show Abby first.”
“He’ll be the smartest kid in his class,” Luka chuckled as he jiggled his giggling son. They all looked up as the doorbell rang.
“I get it!” Joe cried as he squirmed off Luka’s lap and raced Ruthie to the door.
“My stuff!” she cried happily as the open door revealed a deliveryman with a huge box. Luka crossed the room to help with the box after Ruthie signed for delivery. He carried it to the couch and watched as she found a pair of scissors and cut away the tape.
“When my grandma got really sick again and the social worker was talking about foster homes…..” Her voice trailed off as she tackled the tape. Joe stood on the couch next to the box, studying it curiously. He lifted his chin to peer inside as she opened the top flaps.
“I gave some of my stuff to a neighbor, one of my Grandma’s friends, to keep for me till I found out where I would end up.” Ruthie smiled in satisfaction as she surveyed the contents of the open box.
“What dis?” Joe tugged a worn teddy bear from the box. Ruthie took it from him and straightened the ribbon bow around the bear’s neck.
“This is Seymour,” she said happily as she turned the bear around in her arms. “My Dad got him for me when I was a baby. You can play with him but be very careful. He’s kind of old.” Joe’s eyes were round and wide as Ruthie carefully laid the bear in his arms.
“Okay,” Joe sighed as he jumped down from the couch and held the bear to his chest. “I will take him to my room.” Luka watched him go and then turned back to Ruthie. She carefully drew a green and blue quilt from the box and wrapped it around her.
“My Grandma made this for me,” she said softly as she held the folds of the quilt close and closed her eyes for a moment. There were traces of tears in her lashes as she opened them again and glanced back into the box. She pulled out a large scrapbook and a battered tin box.
“Pictures and some jewelry,” she said. “Nothing valuable or anything….at least not to anyone but me.”
“My wife had a box like that,” Luka said as he nodded toward it. Ruthie looked up at him curiously.
“Abby?” Luka shook his head.
“My first wife,” he said. “It was just some things she got when she was a girl. Rings and necklaces from her mother and grandmother. My daughter loved to put them on and play with them.”
“Me too,” Ruthie grinned. “I’m going to put this quilt on my bed. Be right back.” Luka nodded and watched as she headed for the basement steps. He reached out and opened the scrapbook. The picture on the very first page made the lump in his throat do a somersault. His eyes widened a bit as he studied the three faces in the photograph. The baby was obviously Ruthie. The man and the woman holding her were obviously her parents. Definitely. Her features were their features. Positively. Suddenly he felt like such a fool. Luka shook his head and closed the book in his hands.
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Post by suzanne on Aug 12, 2008 4:51:23 GMT 10
very nice!! you so have to keep going!!
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justcala
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Post by justcala on Aug 12, 2008 6:13:19 GMT 10
Nice update, very touchin'.... I'm waiting for another soon...
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maya
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Post by maya on Aug 12, 2008 8:54:55 GMT 10
nice story
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Post by Izzy on Aug 12, 2008 17:56:12 GMT 10
Very good update!!
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