Post by Joosje on Jun 21, 2007 19:17:50 GMT 10
“Mommy!” A four year old girl in yellow pyjamas called as she ran towards her mum.
“Julie, shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” Abby sighed before lifting her daughter up and simultaneously dropping her bag on the floor.
“She couldn’t sleep until her mom was home, believe me I tried!” Lance stood up smiling, and Abby noticed the goodnight story clasped in his hand.
“You’re mommy’s little girl aren't you?" She cooed. "Where’s Joe?”
“In his room, doing his homework,” was Lance's reply.
“I’ll be right back Jules, go to bed and I’ll come say goodnight in a minute.”
“Okay,” Julie yawned, taking her dad's hand in hers and trotting off to her bedroom.
--/--
“Hey,” Abby looked at her son, who was doing his homework as he sat in bed, “it’s always better if you do your homework at the desk.” She said pointing slightly towards the table.
“I know.” Joe said sharply, without taking his eyes off the books before him.
“Are you still mad at me?”Joe nodded slowly and closed his book.
“You never called me again like you said you would,” he remarked.
“I'm sorry for that. I'm not blind Joe, I guess that you’re still mad at me because of your dad,” Abby said as she sat down next to her son.
“Mum? I want to know things about him.”
”I don’t know what you want to hear Joe. I mean, me and my dad weren’t close, absolutely not. I don't know what is important for you...” Abby started.
“What he is like? What does he look like? I just want to know things that kids normally know about their dads,” Joseph interrupted quickly.
“I don’t know how to describe him. It was so long ago since we were together.”
Congratulations Abby, you just lied to your son again. You know exactly what he is like. Why don't you know how to describe him? He’s Luka. It shouldn't be this hard.
“Maybe I could visit him then? If you can't tell me, I'll have to see him for myself. Maybe I can come next time you fly over to see him?” He inquired excitedly.
“Do you think that I should fly over there again?” Abby murmered, not sure if it was right for her to be asking her son such an important question.
“Weren’t you planning to?" Joe asked, "You are seriously considering leaving him there on his own?” He continued, a look of shock plastered across his face.
“I... don’t know!” Abby said, surprised at the maturity and content of Joe's words, “it just felt weird to see him and everything...”
“I want to see him mum. I want to meet my dad. Just because you weren’t close to your dad, it doesn't mean I don't want the chance to know my dad.”
“There's nothing wrong with that Joe. Sure, if you want to then we could visit him sometime but you need to sleep now and Jules too. I need to say goodnight to her.”
“I want to visit him soon,” Joe said as Abby closed his door softly.
--/--
“No… I can’t right now, I just can't okay?” Lance hissed into the phone, “maybe tomorrow I will be able to at lunch or something. We aren’t going to be disturbed then, I'll promise you.”
“Hi,” Abby said looking at her husband, who jumped at the sound of her voice.
“Uh... I need to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” Lance stuttered and ended his phone call, placing the reciever on the table. “Hi, it was from the office." He said quickly, gesturing towards the phone. "We were talking about the meeting tomorrow. Is Julie asleep?” He said, briskly changing the subject.
“Yeah, she is, after two goodnight stories that is!” Abby smiled.
“How was your day in Chicago?” Lance asked.
“Great. I think. It felt strange to be back there again, like I was in someone else life or something. Joe wants to see him, his dad.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to fly over there ‘cause if I do, if Joe and I do…” She started.
“No-one ever said that you have to fly over there, it might be difficult to explain to Joseph but don’t go over there unless you want to.”
“I can’t fly over there. If I do, I'll need to stay there for a long time. Luka needs to recover and I don’t want to just leave my family here.”
“This is hard, Joe should at least see his father but you don’t want to fly over there and… I can’t 'cause I didn’t know about Joseph’s dad until yesterday." Lance added sharply.
“I’m not gonna argue with you now.”
“Okay then. Do you want something to eat? A sandwich?”
“Nothing.” Abby said and her husband walked into the kitchen.
This day was so overwhelming I really didn't have the strength nor the energy to fight with Lance. We will argue though, someone needs to defend Luka. I need to defend Luka. It’s my fault. Everything is my fault, I caused everything. I ruined everything. I always ruin everything.
“Hun, can you answer my cell?” Lance said, “I’m almost drowning in water in here. I really don’t like our new jug!”
“I told you that it wasn’t the best jug that we ever bought” Abby called before opening the cell.
Before Abby could say a word a woman's voice was heard on the other end of the line.
“I never thought that you would answer” it said, “I’ve three hours to spare if you’re alone now.”
“Uhm..” Abby started before the voice in the phone interrupted.
“If you want, I can come over now, your kids must me asleep by now." There was a short pause, then, "Wait, you aren’t Lance, right?”
“No, I’m not Lance.” Abby answered slowly.
“Who are your then? ‘cause I think I called the right number”
“I’m Abby, his...his wife.”
“Okay, well just tell him to call this number when he’s finished with... with whatever he’s doing for the moment.“ The woman’s said, and Abby noticed her tone change from a happy one, to a more hateful, disgusted one.
“And you are?”
“Just tell him to call this number.”
“I won’t unless you tell me who you are.”
“I’m Amber, his…his...” The woman stammered, rambling slightly.
“His what? Co-worker? friend?” Abby interrupted.
“Girlfriend.” Was her response, then the line went dead.
“That Amber person was joking, right?” Abby said, her tone clearly uncertain.
“Who?” Lance asked as he stood up and set about mopping up all the water.
“Amber. I answered your phone, if you remember? She told me that she was your girlfriend.”
“That must be some kind of mistake, are you sure that she didn’t call the wrong number?" He asked, "and if she were my girlfriend, why would she tell you that?” He said smoothly, either he was telling the truth or he was very well practised at this sort of thing.
“So that was a lie? Abby pushed.
“So now you don’t trust me? Thanks Abby, that means a lot!" Lance growled, "what kind of marriage is it when you skip off to see your ex-comatose-ex, the father of your son, leaving me, your husband, here, and then come back and accuse me of having an affair!"
Abby's blood ran cold.
What did he mean with "your" son?
“You still don’t deny it.”
-
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
“Julie, shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” Abby sighed before lifting her daughter up and simultaneously dropping her bag on the floor.
“She couldn’t sleep until her mom was home, believe me I tried!” Lance stood up smiling, and Abby noticed the goodnight story clasped in his hand.
“You’re mommy’s little girl aren't you?" She cooed. "Where’s Joe?”
“In his room, doing his homework,” was Lance's reply.
“I’ll be right back Jules, go to bed and I’ll come say goodnight in a minute.”
“Okay,” Julie yawned, taking her dad's hand in hers and trotting off to her bedroom.
--/--
“Hey,” Abby looked at her son, who was doing his homework as he sat in bed, “it’s always better if you do your homework at the desk.” She said pointing slightly towards the table.
“I know.” Joe said sharply, without taking his eyes off the books before him.
“Are you still mad at me?”Joe nodded slowly and closed his book.
“You never called me again like you said you would,” he remarked.
“I'm sorry for that. I'm not blind Joe, I guess that you’re still mad at me because of your dad,” Abby said as she sat down next to her son.
“Mum? I want to know things about him.”
”I don’t know what you want to hear Joe. I mean, me and my dad weren’t close, absolutely not. I don't know what is important for you...” Abby started.
“What he is like? What does he look like? I just want to know things that kids normally know about their dads,” Joseph interrupted quickly.
“I don’t know how to describe him. It was so long ago since we were together.”
Congratulations Abby, you just lied to your son again. You know exactly what he is like. Why don't you know how to describe him? He’s Luka. It shouldn't be this hard.
“Maybe I could visit him then? If you can't tell me, I'll have to see him for myself. Maybe I can come next time you fly over to see him?” He inquired excitedly.
“Do you think that I should fly over there again?” Abby murmered, not sure if it was right for her to be asking her son such an important question.
“Weren’t you planning to?" Joe asked, "You are seriously considering leaving him there on his own?” He continued, a look of shock plastered across his face.
“I... don’t know!” Abby said, surprised at the maturity and content of Joe's words, “it just felt weird to see him and everything...”
“I want to see him mum. I want to meet my dad. Just because you weren’t close to your dad, it doesn't mean I don't want the chance to know my dad.”
“There's nothing wrong with that Joe. Sure, if you want to then we could visit him sometime but you need to sleep now and Jules too. I need to say goodnight to her.”
“I want to visit him soon,” Joe said as Abby closed his door softly.
--/--
“No… I can’t right now, I just can't okay?” Lance hissed into the phone, “maybe tomorrow I will be able to at lunch or something. We aren’t going to be disturbed then, I'll promise you.”
“Hi,” Abby said looking at her husband, who jumped at the sound of her voice.
“Uh... I need to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” Lance stuttered and ended his phone call, placing the reciever on the table. “Hi, it was from the office." He said quickly, gesturing towards the phone. "We were talking about the meeting tomorrow. Is Julie asleep?” He said, briskly changing the subject.
“Yeah, she is, after two goodnight stories that is!” Abby smiled.
“How was your day in Chicago?” Lance asked.
“Great. I think. It felt strange to be back there again, like I was in someone else life or something. Joe wants to see him, his dad.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to fly over there ‘cause if I do, if Joe and I do…” She started.
“No-one ever said that you have to fly over there, it might be difficult to explain to Joseph but don’t go over there unless you want to.”
“I can’t fly over there. If I do, I'll need to stay there for a long time. Luka needs to recover and I don’t want to just leave my family here.”
“This is hard, Joe should at least see his father but you don’t want to fly over there and… I can’t 'cause I didn’t know about Joseph’s dad until yesterday." Lance added sharply.
“I’m not gonna argue with you now.”
“Okay then. Do you want something to eat? A sandwich?”
“Nothing.” Abby said and her husband walked into the kitchen.
This day was so overwhelming I really didn't have the strength nor the energy to fight with Lance. We will argue though, someone needs to defend Luka. I need to defend Luka. It’s my fault. Everything is my fault, I caused everything. I ruined everything. I always ruin everything.
“Hun, can you answer my cell?” Lance said, “I’m almost drowning in water in here. I really don’t like our new jug!”
“I told you that it wasn’t the best jug that we ever bought” Abby called before opening the cell.
Before Abby could say a word a woman's voice was heard on the other end of the line.
“I never thought that you would answer” it said, “I’ve three hours to spare if you’re alone now.”
“Uhm..” Abby started before the voice in the phone interrupted.
“If you want, I can come over now, your kids must me asleep by now." There was a short pause, then, "Wait, you aren’t Lance, right?”
“No, I’m not Lance.” Abby answered slowly.
“Who are your then? ‘cause I think I called the right number”
“I’m Abby, his...his wife.”
“Okay, well just tell him to call this number when he’s finished with... with whatever he’s doing for the moment.“ The woman’s said, and Abby noticed her tone change from a happy one, to a more hateful, disgusted one.
“And you are?”
“Just tell him to call this number.”
“I won’t unless you tell me who you are.”
“I’m Amber, his…his...” The woman stammered, rambling slightly.
“His what? Co-worker? friend?” Abby interrupted.
“Girlfriend.” Was her response, then the line went dead.
“That Amber person was joking, right?” Abby said, her tone clearly uncertain.
“Who?” Lance asked as he stood up and set about mopping up all the water.
“Amber. I answered your phone, if you remember? She told me that she was your girlfriend.”
“That must be some kind of mistake, are you sure that she didn’t call the wrong number?" He asked, "and if she were my girlfriend, why would she tell you that?” He said smoothly, either he was telling the truth or he was very well practised at this sort of thing.
“So that was a lie? Abby pushed.
“So now you don’t trust me? Thanks Abby, that means a lot!" Lance growled, "what kind of marriage is it when you skip off to see your ex-comatose-ex, the father of your son, leaving me, your husband, here, and then come back and accuse me of having an affair!"
Abby's blood ran cold.
What did he mean with "your" son?
“You still don’t deny it.”
-
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time