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False Labor Day. Lady in Red. "At least that's what I keep telling myself"
Chris was scared. No, beyond that. He was frantic. Jill's groans of pain and 'take me to the hospital' had him on edge. It seemed as if she was going through labor but he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was speeding down the highway to the hospital. "Jesus! Slow down Chris before you kill me and the baby!" He did as Jill asked reluctantly. "Sorry Jill, I'm just scared." Understatement of the year. Jill gave him a pained smile. "Well, at least we're ten minutes away from the hospitallll!" Shit. Shit. Shit!
Chris ran up to the receptionist demanding that they get a doctor and a room for Jill. Luckily, the hospital wasn't that busy today and two nurses got Jill a wheelchair and eased her into it. "Don't worry sir, your wife will be just fine."
As he followed them down the hallway, leading to the room Jill would be staying in for a while he whispered. "I hope so..."
A loud ringing noise was heard in Claire's sleep. Ignoring it she turned in her bed. Encasing her head in soft pillows. The ringing stopped for a second before resuming and with an even louder curse she answered her cellphone. "Hello?" She hissed angrily. Her only response was a nervous sentence. "Jill might have the baby tonight..." Claire jumped up and rushed towards her closet. "Oh my god! I'll be right there." Claire hung up the phone without giving Chris time to respond. As she pulled on some pajamas she heard a familiar whining noise from behind her bedroom door. Claire pulled open the door to find Fen looking at her with concern. "Woof?" She smiled at him and scratched behind his ears, calming him. "Don't worry boy. Mommy is OK." Fen seemed content with her answer and left her alone. She then rushed out of her room, grabbed her keys and ran towards her door. "Woof!" She turned frustrated that Fen needed her right now. "Yes?" Fen was holding up a pair of shoes with his head cocked to the side. Claire stared. "Oh..." She reached for the shoes,pulled them on her feet and scratched behind Fen's ears. "Thanks Fen! Be a good boy while I'm gone!"
Chris paced back and forth in the hospital room before Jill told him to stop. "Jill..." She sighed. " I know Chris, just wait until the doctor comes back." Minutes passed before the doctor came in gracing the couple with a smile. " How do you feel Mrs. Redfield?" She shrugged. "I've been better Doctor." The doctor then faced Chris. " And you Mr. Redfield?" The doctor got no answer as he looked a Jill nervously. The doctor chuckled at the poor man before speaking. "Well Jill, your contractions are irregular, which means..." Jill let out a chuckle full of relief. "That I went into false labor?" The doctor nodded and smiled. "Good! It's a little early for this bun to go out of the oven don't you think Chris?" Chris nodded before flashing her a goofy smile. " Your free to go Mrs. Redfield, see you in four months!"
Claire was on her way to the hospital when her phone rang again. With care she answer it a placed it on speaker phone. "Hello?" She got a sigh in return. "Don't tell me that it was a false alarm..." Claire was pissed. She had to wake up at 12:56 on a work day for a false alarm? "Well, at least the baby won;t be born premature...only four months left right? Such an eager little thing." Chris laughed quietly but stopped immediately when Claire asked if he freaked out. The two laughed some more before hang up and wishing each other a goodnight.
Music blared and colorful lights decorated the nightclub as people danced to the sounds of the nightclub. Leon stood next to the bar as his friend Louis went on and on about his girlfriend. "I'm telling you Leon! She is drop dead gorgeous in business suits!" Leon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you only told me about fifty times since we came here, Luis." I wish Claire could be here. Louis frowned. "Are you thinking about Claire? Dude, she doesn't like you like that, man! Keep. It. Pushin'" Leon dragged his hands down his face and groaned. "How?" He missed Luis's smile and when Louis called out someones name. An Asian woman walked through the dance floor. She was dressed in red and her hips swayed sensually. In that moment all thoughts of Claire jumped out the window as the woman got closer and closer. "Leon I would like you to met a good friend of mine. Go on introduce yourself!" The woman held out her hand and Leon took it. " Ada. Ada Wong, nice to meet you." She smiled. " Leon, Leon S. Kennedy. Nice to meet you as well Ada." Very nice. " Why the "S" Mr. Kennedy?" Her smile was still present. Apparently she liked meeting him as well. " Leon Kennedy sounds weird don't you think?" While the two talked amongst themselves Louis was eying his beer. Playing matchmaker is fun! Leon glanced at Luis on through his eyes he said a thank you to his friend. Luis just raised his beer watching as Ada dragged him to the dance floor. Really fun.
Claire walked though the door with a tired look on her face. The scene before her calmed her with its familiarity. Fen once again waited for her by the couch, sleeping peacefully. She didn't even bother heading for her bedroom and instead walked to the couch falling asleep. Her sleep didn't last long as her phone rang. This time she had no pillows to block the offending noise out with and she reached into her pajama pocket. "Hello...?" Was her groggy greeting. "Claire! I know this is random and all but I found your shoe...were you still sleeping? You sloth! Get up! Anyway you'll never guess where you shoe was!" Claire rolled over and whispered. "Where?" She didn't care really, she just wanted her shoe back. "In my pantry! Of all places! I'm on my way to your house to give it back, you better be awake when I get there!" Their conversation consisted of 'Shut ups' and ' I don't wannas' from a tired Claire as Diane got closer to her house. "Almost there! I'm walking towards the door...Ding Dong!"
Claire slid to the door and opened it giving her friend a glare. Diane shoved the navy pump in her arms and pushed past her. "There you go!" Fen jumped on her in excitement. "Woof!" Diane smiled at the puppy. " Hello Fen! How are you boy?" She got an ungraceful lick on her hand in response. "Gross!" But she laughed and walked over to a couch and sat down. Claire walked over to her room, stripping clothes off and tossing them out into the hallway. "So Claire-Bear* How are you? What's happened these couple of weeks?" Claire let out a long laugh. "After the party, Wesker found me and drove me home. That, wasn't a wonderful experience at all. Then the very next day, he came into Emmy's. And he's been tormenting me ever since then." She poked her head out of her room and found Fen holding her discarded clothing. "Fen! What are you doing?" The puppy turned and faced Claire, he dropped the clothes and barked. "Woof!" Laundry! He picked up the clothes and walked into the laundry room, dropped the clothes there, and walked out facing two shocked people. "Your dog is a genius!" Diane shouted. Claire moved her mouth wordlessly and snapped her attention back to Diane. "Seriously I have to teach Alice how to do that for me." The two laughed.
"Something is odd though Diane. At first he would get his coffee, drink it, and then leave. Now he gets his coffee, sips it, and stays for a while...sometimes we even talk. He still torments me but as the weeks pass he stays longer and longer." Diane walked into Claire's room and found her dressed in her Red and White uniform. "Maybe he likes you? Boys always tease the girl they like because they are afraid to say it." Claire's skin flushed. "Wesker doesn't like me Diane! If anything he tolerates me, and he isn't a boy. He's thirty-three." Diane wiggled her eyebrows and rubbed her chin. "Wow Claire-Bear! Didn't know you liked older men! Plus boys and men are essentially the same just with bigger parts." Diane giggled as Claire's blush darkened. "D-Diane! I don't like Wesker!" Her friends manicured fingers waved in front of her face. "You sure? That blush of yours says other wise! And I still say he likes you." Diane then left but not before teasing Claire even more. "Go out and woo your man!"Claire flipped her off and left shortly after. He doesn't like me. He doesn't like me. He doesn't like me. He doesn't like me. And I don't like him!
Her car stopped in front of Emmy's she walked out still trapped in her own mind. As she entered she barely registered the sound of a squeal and a hug. She barely registered her legs moving into the kitchen. And she barely registered a black suit and a jingle of a bell. That is until she felt Rebecca push her out into the open. "Go serve your friend!" Sunglasses and hazel eyes connected with each other and Claire nodded at him. She didn't even bother asking him what he wanted, and she went straight to making his coffee.
Wesker watched her with examining eyes. He had often wondered why he came to Emmy's. He knew somewhere that it was no longer for coffee. But, he couldn't figure out his reason. The sound of a coffee mug colliding with a table brought him back. She still pulled out a chair and sat in front of him. He was glad she wanted to talk to him. Though he would never admit it. It was a nice feeling being talked to. Really talked to. And I love teasing her. She stared at him for a while before asking him one of her many questions. " How long have you known Chris?" Wesker took a sip of his coffee. "Since high school. During that time you barely came up to his knee."
Claire scoffed. That would explain why he knows my dreaded nickname. "I can't really say I remember seeing you...but then again I hardly remember anything from back then."
I can't really say I remember you.
Wesker took another sip of his coffee. The warmth that followed as it went down his throat did nothing for the pain he felt though. The not so foreign feeling of pain pooled in his gut and he hated it. He didn't even understand why it was there. " Of course you were a little girl then your brain couldn't hold all that information in. Like now." Claire gaped at him in shock. Her lips parted and a desire to give her another reason to part her lips surged inside him...What?
Claire puffed her cheeks and glared at him. " Say's the old man. But...at least you don't look old. Your pretty hot for a thirty-three year old." Wait. You like him.The two stared at each other in shock. Claire in a belated attempt to stall her words. She blushed in embarrassment.
Say something! Say what? I don't know just say something! Wesker took another calming sip of his coffee. " I suppose I should thank you for your compliment. But, I'm not attracted to little girls no matter how cute they may be." What? You like her.
Thanks for the backhanded compliment jerk-face. Claire stared at him for a while, her blush still present. She noticed that he was smirking at her. Her heart began to beat faster as she left the table. "Thanks for the compliment Wesker." I don't like him, at least that's what I keep telling myself.
"Your welcome Claire." I don't like her, at least that's what I keep telling myself.
The chapter didn't originally end like this, in fact it was way longer. I lost the original one, because I'm smart. T_T I re-created it from memory and condensed it since I was(still am) pissed. Oh well~
*= Did you see what I did there? Claire-bear, Care-bear eh, eh? *crickets*
