Hello again, all. So we're to Chapter 3. Sorry it took so long. The family and Jareth make their appearances, but it's mostly Jareth. This was almost fourteen pages long hand written. Then I edited it a bit and took some things out. I'm going to work hard to get this finished before Christmas.
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Well, lets begin Chapter 3. Enjoy.
CL
Chapter 3
Sarah sighed as she set the table. Where was he? She glanced at the clock. It wasn't two yet, but she had hoped he would show up earlier. The Maxwell clan had already been in the house for half an hour. Right now Toby and his younger cousins, against his mother's wishes, were outside playing in the snow.
Trevor had not really bugged her, but he did keep asking where her boyfriend was. Marie was keeping Trevor away from her for the most part, but she couldn't stop the looks he was giving her. Sarah was doing her best to ignore him, but Irene still kept trying to push her to spend time with the jerk. Why was Irene trying to still get her to date Trevor, when she knew Sarah was already dating Jareth?
Knock. Knock. Knock. Finally, or was it the kids? Sarah set down a fork and quickly made her way to the front door, hearing Irene and Marie talking in the kitchen and her father and the other men in the den. Opening the door, Sarah held back a laugh as she got her first look of Jareth. The great and mighty Goblin King had been attacked by a single snow ball to the head. Behind him, Sarah could hear the sound of triumphant laughter.
Jareth glared at her and all but growled, "don't laugh. May I come in and clean off?"
Sarah smiled slightly. "Come on. We need to get the snow off."
Jareth walked in and took of his coat. He looked at the white snow against the wool. "I would use magic," he whispered, "but they know that they hit me."
"True enough." Sarah took the coat and placed it on a hanger from the hall closet. "So who got you?"
"Your lovely little brother, of course."
Sarah walked over tot he still opened front door. "Toby, come here!"
Toby walked up onto the porch, half of him covered in snow. "I wasn't aiming at him. Josh pushed me as I was throwing towards Kristy."
"Doesn't matter."
Toby looked past her at Jareth. "Sorry."
Jareth nodded. "All's forgiven, Toby."
"Kay, so can I go back and play?"
Sarah smiled. "Go on."
Shaking her head, Sarah shut the door. Turning back to Jareth, she sighed. "Any permanent damage?"
"I'm fine."
Sarah nodded. "Well, we better let everyone else know you're here."
"Have your stepmother and her nephew been bothering you?"
"Yes, but not as bad as before."
Jareth walked over to her. "I'm here. Don't worry."
Just then her father walked into the foyer.
"Ah, Jareth. I was wondering when you'd show up."
"I'm sorry if I'm a tad late."
"No, you're fine." Robert shook his head. "I don't know why she has you setting the table two hours before we're going to eat, Sarah."
"I don't, either."
"Well, go on. Don't worry about the table."
Sarah kissed her father's cheek. "Thanks, Dad."
"I'll take the heat about the table. Now go on. I doubt he'll want to go back outside. Go on into the living room since no one's in there."
"Kay."
Robert nodded and then left them to themselves.
Sighing, Sarah gestured towards the empty room. "Well, we'll have some privacy til Trevor and Irene find out you're here."
Jareth walked over to her and wrapped an arm around hr waist. "Don't fret, Precious. I'll take care of it."
"No, Cleaners."
"No Cleaners, I promise."
Sarah nodded. "Good. So I'm guessing we have like thirty minutes or less before Irene comes yelling at me about the table."
"I can always give us a bit more."
"No, reordering time."
"Unless absolutely necessary."
"Fine."
Jareth chuckled against her hair,"all will go as well as it can. I'll do my best to make sure they do not ruin today for anyone."
Sighing, Sarah lead Jareth into the decorated living room. The couple sat down on the sofa opposite the cold fire place.
"So what about my gift for later?"
Jareth grinned. "It's going under the tree, Precious. You'll just have to be patient."
Sarah pouted. "But?"
"No, Sarah."
Sighing, Sarah snuggled up against him. "Fine, don't tell me."
Jareth wrapped his arms around her middle. "I promise it will be wroth the wait, Love."
"It better be."
Jareth chuckled as he placed his chin on the top of her head. "I'm wondering about my gift, though."
Sarah almost jumped. His gift! Damn, how could her single little gift compare to the necklace and what ever else he had gotten for her. What was she going to do?"
Marie walked in with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. "Well, hello, Jareth," she said with a smile. After placing the mugs on coasters on the coffee table, Marie placed her hands on her hips. "Don't worry about Irene. She doesn't know you haven't finished the table yet. I'm keeping her from noticing. Also, she doesn't know Jareth's here yet." Shaking her head, Marie lowered her arms. "I have no idea why she has you setting the table two hours before we're going to eat." Winking at them before she walked out, Marie smiled. "I won't tell her where you are if she ask."
Jareth pulled Sarah closer to him. "How much more time to you want?"
Sarah closed her eyes. "I said no reordering time, Jareth."
"I could give us another hour or more. Alone."
Sighing, Sarah snuggled closer to him. "No, Jareth. I'm getting hungry, and the only stuff to eat is in the den with the others."
"Ahm."
Sarah opened her eyes and found her father holding a platter, standing in the door way.'
Robert walked in and sat the platter on the coffee table beside the mugs. "Well, here's something to hold you over. Be careful not to make a mess."
"We will, Dad."
Robert nodded and left them, most likely returning to the den.
Sarah unwrapped herself from Jareth before she grabbed a mug and a gingerbread cookie from the platter. "Eat up. Irene doesn't allow eating or drinking in here unless she's entertaining some big wig from Dad's office."
This didn't turn into what I had planned. Jareth and Sarah refused to share this chapter.
Well, review if you please.
Celecia Leigh goes off and quickly begins work on the next chapter and maybe the one after that.
CL
