Security
[Dear Duo,
Paris treated me good, but it feels great to back in Hamburg. I have big news to share with you, but I can't tell you until I get home. Only one more week to go. I'll see you then.
Love, Hilde ]
As their plane landed Hilde folded up the letter to Duo and put it in her bag. She looked over at her traveling companion, lover, and fiance, Zechs Merquise. He was serenely sleeping in his seat, murmuring quietly every once and again.
"Zechs? Honey?" Hilde whispered to him. Zechs' ice blue eyes opened slowly and looked at Hilde.
"Angel? Are we there?" Zechs asked, putting one arm around Hilde.
"Yes. We're landing now," Hilde said.
"I love you." Zechs told Hilde, kissing her passionately.
"I love you too, Zechs, but none of what we did in Paris when we get to my parent's house," Hilde lightly scolded him.
"None?" Zechs pretended to be hurt.
"Well... Not none, but not in front of my parents, okay?" Hilde laughed at Zechs' attempt to pout.
The plane touched down, and pulled up to it's gate to let off it's passengers. Rosalin and Richt stood at the baggage claim, waiting for their sister. They saw him first. The middle generation of Sphbikers knew what he looked like from Hilde's elaborate descriptions, but this was the first time that any Sphbiker had ever met him in person.
"Oh, I missed you guys so much!" Hilde called out, wrapping Richt and Rosalin in a warm embrace.
"You enjoy your two weeks away from the real world?" Rosalin teased her younger sister.
"Oh, I enjoyed the sights of Paris all right," Hilde said in a tone that made Zechs blush.
"Hilda! How dare you!" Richt scolded Hilde.
"Really, Hilda, that's totally not like you," Rosalin said.
"What can I say in my defense? I was swept away by the moment... and the man," Hilde cooed. Zechs blushed further and tried to hide his face in his hands. Rosalin's eyes widened, and Richt nearly passes out.
"Umm... Ri, Ros, why don't we go home, okay?" Hilde suggested. The other Sphbikers nodded silently, still in awe of their sister's tone of voice, the one that could make her boyfriend blush at the mere mention of a few words. The four of them piled into Mr. Sphbiker's old car, and drove home to the Sphbiker residence in the city of Hamburg, Germany.
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The Sphbikers were not at all a small family. Mr. and Mrs. Sphbiker, who's names were Gerald and Elsie, had six children and three grandchildren, all temporarily living under their roof. Two of the children weren't really that of Elsie and Gerald, they were Roderick Walkerton, Rosalin's boyfriend, and Aubrey Sphbiker, Richt's wife.
Richt and Aubrey had been wed four years ago, and from the marriage came two children, Byron, a rambunctious three year old, and Leonard, the newest addition to the Sphbiker household.
Rosalin had been seeing Roderick, or Roddy as the family called him, for two years now. That was right after the birth of Rosalin's daughter Greta. Greta was the child of Rosalin's first marriage to a man named Everett Grant. The marriage didn't last, and was ended after only seven months.
Trant was still his usual, dorky, self. Richt often said that Trant was lacking three things, "No ambition, no wife, no life." Although Trant didn't seem to mind living with his parents, and reading comic books for a living.
The three Sphbiker siblings cautiously examined Zechs from a "safe distance," as if Zechs had a strange contagious disease, or was dangerously armed.
"Oh, get over it kids!" Elsie exclaimed walking into the comfortable living room, "You'll just have to face that little Hilda's got a grown up boyfriend, and his looks beat all of yours."
"So that's where Hilde gets it," Zechs thought to himself, blushing. Elsie casually pushed Zechs on to the couch, then ushered her sons to sit beside him.
"So, what was it like, tell me everything," Rosalin said, pulling Hilde aside.
"What? What was what like," Hilde asked, confused.
"Going wild in Paris with him?" Rosalin explained to her little sister.
"Oh. Nothing short of perfect." Hilde told Rosalin.
"Then why do you sound like it wasn't anything at all?" Rosalin was now the confused one.
"Ros! We did it like at least once a day!" Hilde said as loud as she dared with out letting her parents know what their darling baby girl did while she was away.
"I can't believe you Hilda! I didn't know you could be so bad!" Rosalin scolded.
"So, what'd you say your name was?" Gerald asked the newcomer into his house.
"Zechs, My name is Zechs Merquise," he introduced himself.
"Yeah, so has our little Hilda met your parents?" Mr. Sphbiker asked.
"No. She can't," Zechs said, his mind distracted.
"And why not?" Richt asked.
"Both my parents were killed when I was six years old." Zechs said sadly.
"Oh, so, were you raised by your grandparents?" Richt wondered aloud.
"No. I joined the military. I joined Oz, and organization run by one of my friends' father. I became highly skilled at-" Zechs was interrupted.
"Hey man," Trant said, "We didn't ask for your life story!"
"I'm sorry." Zechs quickly apologized.
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"I don't think your brothers or father like me," Zechs said, climbing into bed. Hilde was already in bed flipping thought the television stations.
"Mama and Ros love you," Hilde offered some sympathy. Zechs put his arms around her and sighed.
"Have you told them yet? That you plan on marrying me," Zechs asked.
"Not yet. I don't think they are ready for that kind of news. By the way, I'm sorry for Papa, Ri, and Trant's insensitivity." Hilde said, kissing Zechs' cheek.
"It's not your fault, angel," Zechs told her, then kissed her lips.
"It's just your first day with them, Zechs. They just haven't adjusted to you yet," Hilde turned off the TV and sunk lower into the blankets. Zechs turned out the light and pulled the quilt up around his shoulders. He soon felt a pair of arms wrap around his mid-section. Zechs smiled to himself and let sleep come to him.
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"Hilda, sweetie, he seems nice and all, but I don't think he's for you," Mr. Sphbiker said. He watched Richt carry out another one of Hilde's bags and load up the car.
"But Papa, I love him!" Hilde protested.
"How do you know he loves you back?" Hilde's father asked.
"This is how," Hilde said, holding up her hand with the engagement ring on her finger, "He asked me to marry him!"
"Hilda Marie Sphbiker..." her father said in a warning tone.
"I told him that I would. It would break his heart if I backed out now. Not that I would. Papa, I love him, and he loves me. And not you or Richt or Trant or anyone can tell me other wise." Hilde told him in almost a threatening tone. Hilde turned and left the house.
Hilde sat in the back of the car and waited until all the things were loaded. Soon, all the things were packed and they were ready to go to the airport. Zechs sat down in the back seat with Hilde. Richt sat in the driver's seat and Rosalin climbed into the passenger side seat.
As her brother started the old car, a grin grew on Hilde's face. She knew that her parents were outside, waving good bye. Suddenly Hilde moved toward Zechs and passionately kissed him. The kiss, which lasted many long moments, sent several people into a total state of shock, including Zechs.
"Hilde... What ever was that delightful display of affection for?" Zechs asked when the kiss was finally broken.
"Proof of security," Hilde said, as if it were obvious.
"Hmm?" Zechs inquired.
"You give me a sense of security that I've never felt before I met you," Hilde told him, "I wanted to prove that it was there."
The End
[Dear Duo,
Paris treated me good, but it feels great to back in Hamburg. I have big news to share with you, but I can't tell you until I get home. Only one more week to go. I'll see you then.
Love, Hilde ]
As their plane landed Hilde folded up the letter to Duo and put it in her bag. She looked over at her traveling companion, lover, and fiance, Zechs Merquise. He was serenely sleeping in his seat, murmuring quietly every once and again.
"Zechs? Honey?" Hilde whispered to him. Zechs' ice blue eyes opened slowly and looked at Hilde.
"Angel? Are we there?" Zechs asked, putting one arm around Hilde.
"Yes. We're landing now," Hilde said.
"I love you." Zechs told Hilde, kissing her passionately.
"I love you too, Zechs, but none of what we did in Paris when we get to my parent's house," Hilde lightly scolded him.
"None?" Zechs pretended to be hurt.
"Well... Not none, but not in front of my parents, okay?" Hilde laughed at Zechs' attempt to pout.
The plane touched down, and pulled up to it's gate to let off it's passengers. Rosalin and Richt stood at the baggage claim, waiting for their sister. They saw him first. The middle generation of Sphbikers knew what he looked like from Hilde's elaborate descriptions, but this was the first time that any Sphbiker had ever met him in person.
"Oh, I missed you guys so much!" Hilde called out, wrapping Richt and Rosalin in a warm embrace.
"You enjoy your two weeks away from the real world?" Rosalin teased her younger sister.
"Oh, I enjoyed the sights of Paris all right," Hilde said in a tone that made Zechs blush.
"Hilda! How dare you!" Richt scolded Hilde.
"Really, Hilda, that's totally not like you," Rosalin said.
"What can I say in my defense? I was swept away by the moment... and the man," Hilde cooed. Zechs blushed further and tried to hide his face in his hands. Rosalin's eyes widened, and Richt nearly passes out.
"Umm... Ri, Ros, why don't we go home, okay?" Hilde suggested. The other Sphbikers nodded silently, still in awe of their sister's tone of voice, the one that could make her boyfriend blush at the mere mention of a few words. The four of them piled into Mr. Sphbiker's old car, and drove home to the Sphbiker residence in the city of Hamburg, Germany.
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The Sphbikers were not at all a small family. Mr. and Mrs. Sphbiker, who's names were Gerald and Elsie, had six children and three grandchildren, all temporarily living under their roof. Two of the children weren't really that of Elsie and Gerald, they were Roderick Walkerton, Rosalin's boyfriend, and Aubrey Sphbiker, Richt's wife.
Richt and Aubrey had been wed four years ago, and from the marriage came two children, Byron, a rambunctious three year old, and Leonard, the newest addition to the Sphbiker household.
Rosalin had been seeing Roderick, or Roddy as the family called him, for two years now. That was right after the birth of Rosalin's daughter Greta. Greta was the child of Rosalin's first marriage to a man named Everett Grant. The marriage didn't last, and was ended after only seven months.
Trant was still his usual, dorky, self. Richt often said that Trant was lacking three things, "No ambition, no wife, no life." Although Trant didn't seem to mind living with his parents, and reading comic books for a living.
The three Sphbiker siblings cautiously examined Zechs from a "safe distance," as if Zechs had a strange contagious disease, or was dangerously armed.
"Oh, get over it kids!" Elsie exclaimed walking into the comfortable living room, "You'll just have to face that little Hilda's got a grown up boyfriend, and his looks beat all of yours."
"So that's where Hilde gets it," Zechs thought to himself, blushing. Elsie casually pushed Zechs on to the couch, then ushered her sons to sit beside him.
"So, what was it like, tell me everything," Rosalin said, pulling Hilde aside.
"What? What was what like," Hilde asked, confused.
"Going wild in Paris with him?" Rosalin explained to her little sister.
"Oh. Nothing short of perfect." Hilde told Rosalin.
"Then why do you sound like it wasn't anything at all?" Rosalin was now the confused one.
"Ros! We did it like at least once a day!" Hilde said as loud as she dared with out letting her parents know what their darling baby girl did while she was away.
"I can't believe you Hilda! I didn't know you could be so bad!" Rosalin scolded.
"So, what'd you say your name was?" Gerald asked the newcomer into his house.
"Zechs, My name is Zechs Merquise," he introduced himself.
"Yeah, so has our little Hilda met your parents?" Mr. Sphbiker asked.
"No. She can't," Zechs said, his mind distracted.
"And why not?" Richt asked.
"Both my parents were killed when I was six years old." Zechs said sadly.
"Oh, so, were you raised by your grandparents?" Richt wondered aloud.
"No. I joined the military. I joined Oz, and organization run by one of my friends' father. I became highly skilled at-" Zechs was interrupted.
"Hey man," Trant said, "We didn't ask for your life story!"
"I'm sorry." Zechs quickly apologized.
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"I don't think your brothers or father like me," Zechs said, climbing into bed. Hilde was already in bed flipping thought the television stations.
"Mama and Ros love you," Hilde offered some sympathy. Zechs put his arms around her and sighed.
"Have you told them yet? That you plan on marrying me," Zechs asked.
"Not yet. I don't think they are ready for that kind of news. By the way, I'm sorry for Papa, Ri, and Trant's insensitivity." Hilde said, kissing Zechs' cheek.
"It's not your fault, angel," Zechs told her, then kissed her lips.
"It's just your first day with them, Zechs. They just haven't adjusted to you yet," Hilde turned off the TV and sunk lower into the blankets. Zechs turned out the light and pulled the quilt up around his shoulders. He soon felt a pair of arms wrap around his mid-section. Zechs smiled to himself and let sleep come to him.
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"Hilda, sweetie, he seems nice and all, but I don't think he's for you," Mr. Sphbiker said. He watched Richt carry out another one of Hilde's bags and load up the car.
"But Papa, I love him!" Hilde protested.
"How do you know he loves you back?" Hilde's father asked.
"This is how," Hilde said, holding up her hand with the engagement ring on her finger, "He asked me to marry him!"
"Hilda Marie Sphbiker..." her father said in a warning tone.
"I told him that I would. It would break his heart if I backed out now. Not that I would. Papa, I love him, and he loves me. And not you or Richt or Trant or anyone can tell me other wise." Hilde told him in almost a threatening tone. Hilde turned and left the house.
Hilde sat in the back of the car and waited until all the things were loaded. Soon, all the things were packed and they were ready to go to the airport. Zechs sat down in the back seat with Hilde. Richt sat in the driver's seat and Rosalin climbed into the passenger side seat.
As her brother started the old car, a grin grew on Hilde's face. She knew that her parents were outside, waving good bye. Suddenly Hilde moved toward Zechs and passionately kissed him. The kiss, which lasted many long moments, sent several people into a total state of shock, including Zechs.
"Hilde... What ever was that delightful display of affection for?" Zechs asked when the kiss was finally broken.
"Proof of security," Hilde said, as if it were obvious.
"Hmm?" Zechs inquired.
"You give me a sense of security that I've never felt before I met you," Hilde told him, "I wanted to prove that it was there."
The End