Perspectives
II
MarshAngel
Chapter
11
Mina paced her apartment;
she was just short of climbing the walls. She was thankful to whatever
Supreme being controlled this screwy world, that Artemis and Luna had chosen
this time to spend together at Amy's place. Right now she couldn't have
handled the questions and the lectures.
After the scouts had
split apart, their guardians' opinions began to hold less and less weight.
Their objections about what happened to the relationships between the scouts
became irrelevant as their splitting up had become inevitable. The two
felines had eventually given up the lectures and given in to what seemed
to be fate.
Luna who had been living
with Amy had decided to go with Artemis when Mina decided to return to
London, and ever since, Mina had had both cats in tow wherever she went,
although they lived very separate lives these days, hardly intruding on
Mina's day to day affairs. Had they been here today, she doubted she could
have kept her temper in check, as they would have undoubtedly chosen this
moment of utter frustration to put in their two cents. She twisted her
fingers as she continued to pace.
She had, to the surprise
of her friends, spent an extra month more than she had planned in San Francisco
after the party carrying on a covert affair with Andrew. It hadn't been
too difficult considering Rita had always seemed to be busy with some colleague
of hers. She had even stayed three weeks longer than the convention lasted,
'collaborating with her colleagues'. To her surprise, Andrew had also extended
his leave from the hospital to stay here with her.
The month just hadn't
been enough for Mina however; she desperately wanted him here with her.
However, he had had to return to Tokyo and to his job. She had just called
him, but he was doing rounds at the moment and she was waiting impatiently
for him to call back, after all, she had news, important news.
She had been to the
doctor earlier today and now resting on her coffee table were the results
of her visit. In the brown manila envelope on the coffee table were the
ultrasound images of the small baby growing inside her, the product of
their love. He had to call her back, She insisted nervously to herself.
He
had to.
She paced some more
before sinking down in the couch to try and compose herself. She picked
up the only picture she had of Andrew, the one she had bought a frame for
when he'd given it to her before he'd left and the letter she had been
writing for a while now, and added a final note to Raye. She touched the
picture and smiled, hoping that everything would be ok, amazed at the thought
of a part of him growing inside her.
Nicholas sat in his
seat on the plane, checking his e-mail on his laptop. He was reading it
but it wasn't that interesting. It had allowed him to pass time, but it
wasn't enough. He closed the laptop and put his head back and relaxed.
The Stewardess came by and offered him champagne, which he politely refused,
to her disappointment. He hadn't given her a good reason to strike up conversation.
It wasn't everyday that a man this gorgeous was sitting in the business
class. They were usually fat, unattractive bald businessmen, or snobby
ladies.
Nicholas' thoughts were
distracted even as he tried to relax. His mind kept straying back to the
beautiful chef who had served him one of the best meals he'd ever eaten.
He had left her his business card, he wondered if she'd ever call him.
He doubted it; she had no reason to.
He remembered the way
her long brown curls had framed her face as they fell all around her to
her waist and her big emerald eyes had stared at him. The last thing he'd
expected her to be was a chef. He wasn't sure what he'd expected her to
be really.
She was beautiful, nothing
like Serena who at first glance appeared to be a delicate angel. Lita was
angelic in her own way, she had to be to create a meal that heavenly. But
she wasn't delicate. She was far taller than most women he knew, which
made her the perfect height for him.
He hoped she'd call.
He needed her to. Waiting for the plane to land in San Francisco was making
him very impatient.
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