Dana slipped quietly into the door of the apartment, trying not to wake Harry.
She stubbed her toe on the end of the coffee table and yelled in pain. Harry raced out of the bedroom
and flipped on the lights. "Hey Harry. I'm home." She stated in a soft voice.
The red numbers on the glowing digital clock read 3:46. "Dana, it's almost four. Where were you?"
"Jake had a party..."
He took a step closer and promptly stepped back when she opened her mouth to speak. "Dana, have you been drinking?"
"Of course not! Well, maybe a little..."
"God, Dana, you reek of pot! Do you have any common sense? You swore to me that you'd give it all up. We have a child coming to this house in a few weeks, and so help you god if she knows what pot smells like because you were high one night!"
"Geez, Harry, when did you grow up?"
"Oh just go to bed, Dana." She moved towards the door to the bedroom. "No way. I don't let druggies in my room." He turned and pointed to the couch.
"I'm sorry, Harry."
"Well you can stuff your sorries in a sack, missy!"
"Ummm, excuse me?"
"Wow. Why did I say that? That's what my mom used to say to me...well, she called me mister, but same thing. Sorry Dana."
"As long as you never say it again..."
Dana smiled at him, then began to sob. "Dana, are you OK?"
"I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to do this to you. I won't ever do it again, and you know I'd never hurt Katherine. I wasn't thinking."
Harry walked over to Dana's diconsolate form hunched over on the couch. He sat with her and put his arms around her. "You used to be my knight in shining armor, Harry. I don't want you to have to save me anymore."
"Hey, I like it...but some parents we'll make, eh? A druggie princess and her armed knight in shining armor."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not at all, *princess*." He kissed her cheek, trying not to smell the pot or alcohol. He didn't want to know...he just wanted to kiss her.
"Harry..." He smiled at her and kissed her, cutting her off before she she could finish her sentence. She looked at him, wondering what had brought about the sudden change of heart.
"It's OK. We'll be fine. Just wait and see, sweetie."
He slipped his tongue into her mouth and counted her teeth with the tip of his tongue. She climbed into his lap, securing her arms around his neck. Harry put his hand under the soft fabric of her shirt and let his hands roam. She giggled and buried her face in his neck. She attempted to kiss him all over his neck, but she broke down in sobs instead. He stopped his touching and held her securely, rocking her like a child. She wasn't in the mood to be with him, although he wanted it more than anything else at the moment. It was Dana who had taught him that sad emotions are best drowned out with sex. But he didn't push her, she was obviously shaken up and needed him now. He smoothed her long blonde hair and kissed her forehead. She tried to get him going again, she began to snake her habd under his boxers, but he would have none of it. He swiftly lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed, laying her down in the soft covers, then retreated to the couch and proceeded to sleep, leaving her alone in the bed. She sobbed quietly, knowing he had needed her then, but she couldn't forget what had happened at the hospital. The drugs had not been enough, the beer hadn't been enough. Nothing would help. But she wouldn't talk to him about it. It wouldn't be like her...but neither was taking care of a baby. She tried so hard not to think of the past days' events and fall asleep, but she ended up creeping out and sitting on the armchair. She felt better being in the same room as Harry, even if he wouldn't hold her. They slept, so close to each other, but still so far away. It was almost as if their entire relationship was expressed in that moment. They were always together, but neither knew the other well enough to see that they were even in the same room. They were going through the motions without knowing a thing about each other. It was a dangerous position for them to be in.
The red numbers on the glowing digital clock read 3:46. "Dana, it's almost four. Where were you?"
"Jake had a party..."
He took a step closer and promptly stepped back when she opened her mouth to speak. "Dana, have you been drinking?"
"Of course not! Well, maybe a little..."
"God, Dana, you reek of pot! Do you have any common sense? You swore to me that you'd give it all up. We have a child coming to this house in a few weeks, and so help you god if she knows what pot smells like because you were high one night!"
"Geez, Harry, when did you grow up?"
"Oh just go to bed, Dana." She moved towards the door to the bedroom. "No way. I don't let druggies in my room." He turned and pointed to the couch.
"I'm sorry, Harry."
"Well you can stuff your sorries in a sack, missy!"
"Ummm, excuse me?"
"Wow. Why did I say that? That's what my mom used to say to me...well, she called me mister, but same thing. Sorry Dana."
"As long as you never say it again..."
Dana smiled at him, then began to sob. "Dana, are you OK?"
"I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to do this to you. I won't ever do it again, and you know I'd never hurt Katherine. I wasn't thinking."
Harry walked over to Dana's diconsolate form hunched over on the couch. He sat with her and put his arms around her. "You used to be my knight in shining armor, Harry. I don't want you to have to save me anymore."
"Hey, I like it...but some parents we'll make, eh? A druggie princess and her armed knight in shining armor."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not at all, *princess*." He kissed her cheek, trying not to smell the pot or alcohol. He didn't want to know...he just wanted to kiss her.
"Harry..." He smiled at her and kissed her, cutting her off before she she could finish her sentence. She looked at him, wondering what had brought about the sudden change of heart.
"It's OK. We'll be fine. Just wait and see, sweetie."
He slipped his tongue into her mouth and counted her teeth with the tip of his tongue. She climbed into his lap, securing her arms around his neck. Harry put his hand under the soft fabric of her shirt and let his hands roam. She giggled and buried her face in his neck. She attempted to kiss him all over his neck, but she broke down in sobs instead. He stopped his touching and held her securely, rocking her like a child. She wasn't in the mood to be with him, although he wanted it more than anything else at the moment. It was Dana who had taught him that sad emotions are best drowned out with sex. But he didn't push her, she was obviously shaken up and needed him now. He smoothed her long blonde hair and kissed her forehead. She tried to get him going again, she began to snake her habd under his boxers, but he would have none of it. He swiftly lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed, laying her down in the soft covers, then retreated to the couch and proceeded to sleep, leaving her alone in the bed. She sobbed quietly, knowing he had needed her then, but she couldn't forget what had happened at the hospital. The drugs had not been enough, the beer hadn't been enough. Nothing would help. But she wouldn't talk to him about it. It wouldn't be like her...but neither was taking care of a baby. She tried so hard not to think of the past days' events and fall asleep, but she ended up creeping out and sitting on the armchair. She felt better being in the same room as Harry, even if he wouldn't hold her. They slept, so close to each other, but still so far away. It was almost as if their entire relationship was expressed in that moment. They were always together, but neither knew the other well enough to see that they were even in the same room. They were going through the motions without knowing a thing about each other. It was a dangerous position for them to be in.