The shrill ringing of her phone woke her from one of the best dreams she had had in a while. A hot, faceless stranger had been standing behind her, whispering sinfully sexy things to her, while she worked on her computer station. She could still feel the way his lips had brushed against her neck, almost as if he wanted to tattoo the words onto her skin. You knew it'd been a good dream when just by recalling it you got. Full. Body. Shivers.
Too bad it had only been a dream. As her phone insisted on pointing out, by ringing obnoxiously. Plus, it was eight in the morning on a Sunday.And, she'd stayed up until three the night before working on remotely fixing the internal server of a mayor company, after the CFO had gotten a really nasty virus into their network, because he couldn't wait till he got home to watch his internet porn.
Seriously.
So, it stood to reason that she was incredibly grumpy that someone was calling her at the ass crack of dawn. Ok, fine. Maybe eight a.m.wasn't what was generally considered the ass crack of dawn. Still, to her it definitely felt like it. Lack of sleep and sexual frustration were so not a good combination.
But, since her phone kept demanding her attention –it had started ringing again after going to voice mail the first time- she magnanimously decided to reach over to her night stand and pick up the loud, annoying piece of technology.
She accepted the call without looking at the ID.
"What?" She grumbled sleepily.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine." Came the amused reply.
Felicity felt instantly bad, after hearing her friend's teasing voice.
"Sorry, Lyla," she said on a yawn, "you know how I get when I'm running short on sleep."
"Don't I ever? You act just like my three year old!" Lyla said laughing.
"If you mean impossibly adorable, I'll take it." Felicity deadpanned.
"Yeah, no. Adorably grouchy, maybe. You know that pouty face she does when she's crabby and we refuse to let her get her way? Well, I'm eighty percent sure she learnt how to do that face from you." Her friend mock-accused.
"It's a great face, though," Felicity defended. "I can't even tell you how much stuff I got away with, when I was a kid, thanks to that face. It was my responsibility as Sara's godmother to teach her the 'pouty-face'. And now that I think about it, it also came in handy when I got older. Boys can't say no to that face." Felicity said smugly.
"That is so not reassuring," Lyla dryly pointed out. "Why are you sleep deprived, anyways? I'm not interrupting early morning cuddling with some gorgeous young man, am I?"
Felicity snorted. "Yeah, right. I wish!" she said emphatically. "The only thing you interrupted were the images conjured up by my subconscious. It's been so long since my bed has seen male flesh, that now my sleeping self is trying to make up for it. The only time I see any action anymore is in my dreams."
"Oh, sweetie." Lyla said sympathetically.
"And the worst part, is that the dreams keep getting exponentially hotter. If I don't let some steam off soon, I'm afraid I'm gonna spontaneously combust. I never knew my subconscious was so creative. Or so naughty." She added the last part thoughtfully.
"You think you're horny now? Wait till you have to suffer through pregnancy hormones, and then come talk to me about hot dreams. You cannot even imagine the kind of dreams I had." Layla said meaningfully.
"Um, TMI. Please don't plant those kind of images into my brain." Felicty requested, mildly grossed out.
Lyla laughed at her. "Sorry. So, if rolling around in your sheets with some striking specimen till the early hours of the morning wasn't what kept you up, then why are you so tired?"
"Because I stayed up late last night trying to wipe a porn virus from a company's internal server. Why does people feel the need to watch porn at work? Maybe I should start watching some porn, at least that way I'd be able to take care of business. But with my luck, I'd probably end up downloading the nastiest virus out there onto my computer. And what kind of IT genius would I be then?"
Lyla's laughter interrupted her word vomit. Felicity huffed in reproach.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that hearing you ramble about viruses and porn and the lack of male flesh in your life right now, is proving to be a bit much for this early in the morning." Her friend said in between giggles.
"And whose fault is that?" Felicity asked pointedly. "I'm not the one calling people at eight a.m. on a Sunday."
"Believe or not, I actually have a good reason for disturbing your sexy dreams. How do you feel about spending the day with your goddaughter?" Lyla asked hopefully.
That piqued Felicity's curiosity. "You know I love spending time with Sara."
"Good. I was hoping you'd say that! I have a huge favor to ask; and now that I know how tired you are, I feel kinda guilty about it." Lyla said, unsure.
Felicity rolled her eyes, "Don't be silly. I'd never turn down an opportunity to hang out with my favorite little person. Ask away."
In the pause that followed, Felicity felt Lyla's hesitation through the phone.
"Well, a few weeks ago, John and I promised Sara we would take her egg hunting today, at the park. But both of us woke up this morning to last minute work emergencies. And normally, I'd just take Sara to Carly's house, but today her kids are taking part in a play or something, and this egg hunt is all Sara's been talking about for the last week. And I don't want to disappoint her. But Carly can't really be two places at once…" Lyla trailed off.
"Why would Sara want to go egg hunting?" Felicity asked, completely clueless as to what day it was.
"Umm… because today's Easter?" Lyla said slowly.
Felicity face palmed, "Oh, of course. Sorry. Lack of sleep and coffee is making my brain slow. But, sure. I'd love to take Sara egg hunting."
Lyla gave a huge exhale. "Thank you so much, Felicity!"
Just then, Felicity heard the tell-tale sound of her goddaughter's high pitched, little voice through the phone, asking if they were going to the park yet.
Lyla's voice became muffled, as if she had momentarily put her phone down.
"Not yet, sweet pea. Mommy and Daddy have to go to work, so we won't be able to go with you. But I talked to auntie Felicity, and she's really excited to spend the day with you." Lyla said in a cheerful voice.
Felicity heard a squeal and a clap of little hands, but she couldn't quite make out Sara's response.
"Yes, sure. Go find it and I'll be there in a bit to help you get dressed, okay?"
Felicity heard another happy squeal and then Lyla was back on the phone.
"I apologize in advance for how hyper she's probably gonna be today." Her friend's voice had a slight apprehensive edge.
"Don't worry about it. I'm really excited myself about our impromptu girls day." A yawn overcame her just as she finished speaking.
"Suuure." Lyla said, skeptical.
"Lyla. Seriously. I love that girl with all my heart. I would trade sleep for a chance to see her any day of the week." Felicity said earnestly.
"I know, Fliss. I was just kidding. And, hey! Who knows? Maybe you'll meet a hot stranger to potentially mess up your bed with today!" Lyla said brightly.
Felicity snorted incredulously. "Yeah, right. And maybe guys will stop watching porn in their office's computers. Not likely."
"You never know." Lyla said, wisely. "He could be waiting just around the corner. You just have to be open to the possibility. Usually the best things in life show up where and when we least expect them."
Felicity thought that over. She had to admit that maybe Layla had a point.
"So, what time will you bring Sara over?"
Layla answered after a moment's consideration. "You know what? I think Carly told me the kid's play started at eleven thirty. So, I'm thinking we can drop Sara off at Carly's, so she can spend a little time with her cousins, and you can catch a few more Z's. Then, Carly can drop Sara off at your house on the way to the kid's school. At around eleven, maybe? Does that work for you?"
"Sounds perfect." Felicity said while trying to contain yet another yawn.
"Okay. Listen, I have to go make sure my daughter didn't pick her swimsuit to wear out today. I'll tell Carly to text you when she's on the way to go drop Sara off, kay?" Lyla said distractedly, and Felicity could already hear her walking around her house trying to find Sara.
"Sure, no problem. Talk to you later."
"Bye." Lyla said, and then the line went dead.
Felicity set her alarm for ten thirty and then stretched over to place her phone back on her nightstand. A few more hours of sleep sounded heavenly. She curled back around one of her pillows, and settled under her comforter. Thinking of little Sara and all the fun they were gonna have was the last thing that crossed her mind before sleep claimed her.
I'm guessing this story is gonna be 2 or 3 chapters. I've got a super cute image of Sara that I used as inspiration. I'll add a link to it in my profile when I upload the next chapter. Let me know what you thought!