A/N: Well, I love the movie, so I decided to write this... hope you like.
(This takes place in the early 70s.)
"CUBA? We're moving to CUBA?" Jessica Phelps screamed.
"I don't think they heard you down there yet, Jessy," her younger brother, James Jr., replied.
"Well then maybe I should say it louder. CUBA?!" she screamed, right into his face.
"Ewww! You spat on me! Momma, she spat on me!" James complained.
Katey Phelps walked over to her son, and rubbed his shoulder and wiped the spit off of his face. She looked over to her daughter.
"Quiet down, Jessica," she said calmly, even though her insides were tearing her apart.
Katey Phelps used to be the quiet, young Katey Miller who fell in love years ago in Havana. Javier Suarez was the love of her life, yet she ended up marrying the wretched slimeball that couldn't ever keep his hands off of her, James Phelps. Rich, some-what good-looking James had "swept" her off of her feet after the Miller and Phelps families moved back to Chicago. She was still vulnerable, and he had taken advantage of it. Now Katey regretted the gold band that sat on her finger every day of her life.
"Quiet DOWN? Mother, you're making me move to some... some... third-world country and I should QUIET DOWN?" Jessy yelled back.
Katey's eyes grew a look of sorrow and anger of them.
"Third-world? Don't you ever- EVER call-" Katey was interrupted by a tight grip on her shoulder.
"Darling... may I talk to you for a second?" James asked his wife, smiling to his children.
"Of course," Katey consented, her voice full with shame.
James was completely clueless to the fact that Katey wasn't in love with him. He was at first a bit skeptical at the fact that his job called for him to move back to Cuba, yet he looked at it as a romantic getaway. Cuba, after all, was the place he and Katey had met.
"Children, I want you to go and start to pack the things in your rooms. Posters, pictures, toys... and your winter clothes. You won't need them where we're going," James instructed.
"So we're really going, papa? All the way to Cuba?" James Jr. asked his father.
"All the way to Cuba," James said, smiling.
He wrapped an arm around his wife's waist and led her into the kitchen.
"So... I just got back from work. We leave in two days," James told her.
"Two days? James... we have so much to take care of..." Katey said, just to get her mind off of anything but Havana.
"It's all been done. Plane, accommodations... can you believe that the hotel we lived in is still there?"
Katey tried with all of her heart not to start bawling. That hotel held so many memories for her... especially the first time she met Javier.
"No... I can't," was all she got out.
"So all we have to do is pack, and sort out things with the kids' schools," James told her, completely oblivious.
"Alright. Good. I'll, uh, do some packing... so why don't you go do the school thing?" she asked him.
"Great," he smiled. He kissed her forehead, and waved goodbye to his children as he grabbed his keys and left the expensive, two-floor townhouse he and his family shared.
Katey walked into her bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the phone. She picked it up and dialed her sister, Susie's number.
"Hello?" her sister picked up, her voice as perky as ever.
"Hi," Katey replied, trying not to sound too morbid.
"Katey? What's wrong?"
"James, the children, and I are moving back to Cuba on Thursday."
Katey heard the faint break of a plate on the other side of the phone.
"What?" Susie asked in amazement.
"Can you come over and help me pack?" Katey asked, knowing that Susie was the only person she could talk to about Javier.
"Of course- I'm on my way out the door. See you in ten?" Susie said, grabbing her purse and keys.
"Okay. Thanks, Suze," Katey replied, but Susie had already hung up the phone.
A/N: Review, Please!! I want to know if it's a hopeless cause or not... I love writing this story, but I have two others going at the moment so, I want to know if this one's worth it. Thanks.
"CUBA? We're moving to CUBA?" Jessica Phelps screamed.
"I don't think they heard you down there yet, Jessy," her younger brother, James Jr., replied.
"Well then maybe I should say it louder. CUBA?!" she screamed, right into his face.
"Ewww! You spat on me! Momma, she spat on me!" James complained.
Katey Phelps walked over to her son, and rubbed his shoulder and wiped the spit off of his face. She looked over to her daughter.
"Quiet down, Jessica," she said calmly, even though her insides were tearing her apart.
Katey Phelps used to be the quiet, young Katey Miller who fell in love years ago in Havana. Javier Suarez was the love of her life, yet she ended up marrying the wretched slimeball that couldn't ever keep his hands off of her, James Phelps. Rich, some-what good-looking James had "swept" her off of her feet after the Miller and Phelps families moved back to Chicago. She was still vulnerable, and he had taken advantage of it. Now Katey regretted the gold band that sat on her finger every day of her life.
"Quiet DOWN? Mother, you're making me move to some... some... third-world country and I should QUIET DOWN?" Jessy yelled back.
Katey's eyes grew a look of sorrow and anger of them.
"Third-world? Don't you ever- EVER call-" Katey was interrupted by a tight grip on her shoulder.
"Darling... may I talk to you for a second?" James asked his wife, smiling to his children.
"Of course," Katey consented, her voice full with shame.
James was completely clueless to the fact that Katey wasn't in love with him. He was at first a bit skeptical at the fact that his job called for him to move back to Cuba, yet he looked at it as a romantic getaway. Cuba, after all, was the place he and Katey had met.
"Children, I want you to go and start to pack the things in your rooms. Posters, pictures, toys... and your winter clothes. You won't need them where we're going," James instructed.
"So we're really going, papa? All the way to Cuba?" James Jr. asked his father.
"All the way to Cuba," James said, smiling.
He wrapped an arm around his wife's waist and led her into the kitchen.
"So... I just got back from work. We leave in two days," James told her.
"Two days? James... we have so much to take care of..." Katey said, just to get her mind off of anything but Havana.
"It's all been done. Plane, accommodations... can you believe that the hotel we lived in is still there?"
Katey tried with all of her heart not to start bawling. That hotel held so many memories for her... especially the first time she met Javier.
"No... I can't," was all she got out.
"So all we have to do is pack, and sort out things with the kids' schools," James told her, completely oblivious.
"Alright. Good. I'll, uh, do some packing... so why don't you go do the school thing?" she asked him.
"Great," he smiled. He kissed her forehead, and waved goodbye to his children as he grabbed his keys and left the expensive, two-floor townhouse he and his family shared.
Katey walked into her bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the phone. She picked it up and dialed her sister, Susie's number.
"Hello?" her sister picked up, her voice as perky as ever.
"Hi," Katey replied, trying not to sound too morbid.
"Katey? What's wrong?"
"James, the children, and I are moving back to Cuba on Thursday."
Katey heard the faint break of a plate on the other side of the phone.
"What?" Susie asked in amazement.
"Can you come over and help me pack?" Katey asked, knowing that Susie was the only person she could talk to about Javier.
"Of course- I'm on my way out the door. See you in ten?" Susie said, grabbing her purse and keys.
"Okay. Thanks, Suze," Katey replied, but Susie had already hung up the phone.
A/N: Review, Please!! I want to know if it's a hopeless cause or not... I love writing this story, but I have two others going at the moment so, I want to know if this one's worth it. Thanks.