trophy wife

Title: Trophy Wife
Author: Esme
Date: ??
Category: ??

Disclaimer: "...but I don't want Ken and Barbie dolls! I want Frank and Rachel dolls! ... Why can't I have them? ... well Mr McElroy is a meanie! ..."
basically I don't own and am not associated with anything to do with Water Rats. sad isn't it?

Author's notes: I supposedly wasn't going to write any fic for a month coz of exams and all the rest. But I kept getting ideas all the time. From conversations, or things that happened, so I went out and bought a little notebook to write the ideas down so I could write lots of fics after exams. And before I knew it, five minutes later, as well as writing down my ideas, I was sitting on the bus writing a whole fic. so here it is...





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Trophy Wife
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Rachel sat curled up on the couch. Her soft brown hair fell down past her shoulders. She had just finished reading her favourite magazine - Woman's Weekly. She'd cut out the recipe for double chocolate mud cake, but sighed as she looked at the models in the magazine. Maybe she shouldn't eat mud cake, it must be damaging to the figure. She didn't think she was overweight, but she certainly had more curves than she used to have. She just didn't get as much exercise now as she did when she was young.

She looked around the room and felt very pleased to see how clean it was. She'd had a very productive day. She'd swept the kitchen, vacuumed the hallway, dusted the bookshelves and polished the silver. As well as all that cleaning and more, she'd dropped off and picked up David from school, done some grocery shopping, and made Chicken in White Wine for dinner.

She looked up at the clock, it was just after 10:30 pm. She went in to check on David, and smiled at how cute he looked when he was sleeping. She walked back out to the lounge room and felt a little lonely. So she picked up her new romance novel. Just as she was coming to a nice juicy bit she heard a key in the door. She quickly hid the book away - he didn't like her reading these sorts of things.

Jonathon walked through the door and threw his keys down on the table. Rachel greeted him with a kiss and "How was your day, darling?" He grunted in reply, and this was his only acknowledgment of her existence. She sighed again and wearily thought about her life

The tiredness lifted from her as she realised she was happy. She had a loving husband and an adorable son, and she spent all day cooking, cleaning, shopping and driving. But this was all she needed, this was all she had ever wanted and dreamed of. Sure, she'd had her police career, but she'd always known she would give that up as soon as they had children. That was how she wanted it. She was a caring wife (some said she was just a trophy wife, but Rachel knew they were only jealous), she was a perfect mother, talented at sewing and a charming hostess for all Jonathon's legal friends.

It was all she wanted. Cooking, cleaning, trophy wife. Woman's Weekly, perfect mother, shopping. Mud cake, romance novels, charming hostess. Cooking, driving, cleaning. Trophy wife, hostess, cleaning, cooking, mother, trophy wife, all she wanted. Cooking, cleaning, trophy wife, cleaning, cooking, trophy wife, trophy wife

"AAGGHH!!"

The high pitched scream startled Jack but didn't wake him. He had been awake for at least ten minutes as Rachel had tossed and turned, and then finally sat bolt upright with a scream.

"You okay?" asked Jack.

"Oh!" groaned Rachel, "just tell me I've still got my job. I'm still a D aren't I?"

"Yeah, when I last checked," replied Jack. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing. Just a bit of a nightmare."



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esme