TITLE: DAYS Fairy Tale: Eric & Greta: Chapters 111-115
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hferguso@niu.edu
WEBSITE: http://eric_greta.tripod.com (from when Jensen was on days)
Rating: If you can watch DAYS, you can read this. If there is a rating change, a link to the chap. will be provided.
Disclaimer: Days of Our Lives and all of their characters are property of Corday Productions and NBC.
My Rant: Okay, I'm finally putting this up on FanFiction.net. Mostly to free up my website space. This was started way back in Oct. of 1999, and I haven't decided if it's finished yet or not. Reviews are always welcome!
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Chapter 111
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"The place just went on the market this week. The couple is moving to another state, the wife's job was transferred." The Realtor said as she led them into the house. A small foyer was in front of them, that led to a set of stairs that went to the second floor. "The second floor has three bedrooms, and 2 baths. To the right is the living room slash den, and to the left is the main dinning room." Eric and Greta looked at the two rooms, the foyer had wood floors, but each of the two rooms were carpeted in a dark green, which complimented the wood trim and cream colored walls.
Greta felt warmed by the house, it felt very cozy, not so much like a museum, *Like my mother liked.* She almost laughed at that thought, *That was another thing that made me different than her.* She thought as they moved over to look at the dinning room. The Realtor led them through a doorway in the dinning room that went right into the kitchen. It was big, very big, with a green marble covered island in the center, and a pantry in the corner, but Greta's eyes caught the breakfast nook in the corner, which was rounded out from the room, with windows all around looking out into the back yard. She went over to the window and Eric followed. They looked at the back yard, the fence continued around the back as well, and so did the trees. Eric smiled at the swing that hung from one of the trees, and Greta noticed more flower beds as well. They followed the breakfast nook that was also opened into the family room, and that's were they found the fireplace. It matched the stone on the outside of the house, and extended far up the wall, in a room with large vaulted ceilings, that looked up onto the second floor. They also found more steps leading up.
"The steps in the foyer, and these lead to a landing, and then they continue to the second floor," she said. Eric noticed a another small room to the corner, and found it to be a half bath, and smiled. *Always good to have a bathroom on each floor.* He almost laughed at that thought. And then followed the two up the stairs. The Realtor led them into the smaller bedrooms first. The got to the top of the stairs and walked towards them, looking over the banister on both sides, to look down onto the foyer and the family room on the other side. The two smaller rooms were nice in size, and each had a good size closet, and a window seat. They were connected by a bathroom that both shared. Eric smiled as he realized how perfect for kids it would be. They were then led back across the landing and to a set of double doors. The Realtor opened them to show them the Master bedroom. They walked inside and were amazed at the room. There was a door out to a small balcony, and on the other side was a doorway back into two large walk in closets, that then led into the master bath. It contained a separate small room for the toilet, along with two sinks, a large shower, and a two person tub, set into a window box.
The two continued to look around, and the Realtor told them she would be downstairs if they had any questions and to take their time. Greta looked around the room, and went out onto the balcony, and Eric followed her. "Well what do you think?" He asked her, as her wrapped his arms around her, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"It's wonderful." She said simply, "What do you think?"
"It's perfect, it has everything we want, and more."
She smiled, "I have to admit, when I dreamed of the perfect house, I didn't think of this." He looked worried, but she continued, "But, this, is even more perfect. I just couldn't imagine this, I even love the colors they chose, the carpet, the wood, the stone, it's soooo..."
"Homey, comfortable, cozy, warm." He said for her, and she nodded. "Okay, let's keep looking at it, and take our time, make sure there isn't anything wrong. Let's check the water, piping, heater, that kind of stuff. Maybe get an inspector to look at it, see if there's a warranty or anything."
Greta smiled up at him, she was glad he was betting practical, and he knew what to do, because she had no idea. They went through the rooms, and scrutinized everything, turned on the water, flushed the toilets, turned on the shower. They went down stairs, looked through the kitchen, looked at the windows, and doors. Then made their way into the basement, Eric checked the walls for leaks, or termites. Greta looked at the wood storage built into the walls, and finished floor and ceilings. They then went back up stairs, and took at look at the fireplace. The Realtor watched them move through everything, and when they came back to her, she asked if they had any questions.
"Yeah, does the house come with any type of warranty or anything?"
"Yes, the house is only 4 years old, and still has many of the warranties for being built, I have a list of them here." She said handing him a copy.
"Also, is it possible to schedule an inspector to come in and take a look at everything?"
"Of course, no problem at all."
"Okay, we are interested in buying the house, but we want to have it inspected, take a little time to think about it, and then we might make an offer." He said trying not to sound to sure, but also not trying to sound like he didn't want it. Then he thought of something, "Also, if anyone else want's to look at it, I'd like to know." With a few more looks around, they headed back to the office, and gave the Realtor their information, along with their cell phone numbers just in case someone else was interested.
They left a little later, both extremely happy, and headed home. Eric got an inspector to go take a look on that monday, and got the report soon after, that told him everything was just fine. Greta smiled, and kidded him that she knew it would be, the house was after all only four years old. But he reminded her, he was just being careful, and she smiled, and hugged him. They then made another appointment to see it that wednesday, but this time they got John, Marlena, and Roman to come with them. They decided they wanted someone else's opinion besides theirs.
The five of them and the Realtor went and checked out the house that wednesday, they looked all around but didn't say all that much, they thanked the Realtor after awhile and left, heading for dinner. Once they got to the Pub, and all sat down, they began to talk. "Well, what do you think?" Eric asked them.
"I think it's absolutely lovely, perfect." Marlena said with a large smile. Eric smiled and turned to John and Roman.
"Son, it's very nice, and the price isn't that bad, especially for how nice it is. Seems like the owner just want to sell it, because they had to move so quickly."
"I agree, it's in a safe neighborhood, and very nice."
Marlena smiled, "And there is plenty of room for a growing family."
The couple smiled, and John and Roman smiled as well. "Now Doc," John replied, "They just got married, don't start pushing for grand kids, remember you already have one."
"That doesn't mean I don't want more, and wouldn't you like some?" She asked him.
"As long as it's Greta that has them first."
Eric and Greta laughed. "That's not funny John, Belle is way to young, and so is Brady."
"I know, that's what I was meaning!" The five continued to talk about the house, as they ordered and then ate dinner. The next day, the two went back to the Realtor and decided to make an offer, it was low, and they knew they would have to come up from that, but it was better to start low. The offers went back and forth for a few days, and they finally settled on a price, surprisingly it was a quite a bit lower then the asking price. And soon the paperwork was done, the loans and everything taken care of, along with the down payment, and all that was left was their signatures. And with a few strokes of a pin, the names of Eric Brady and Greta Brady were attached to the paper, and the keys were handed over to the two of them.
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Chapter 112
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Move in day was a huge family event, as John, Marlena, Belle, Brady, Bo, Hope, Shawn, Roman, Sami, and even Will was there, helping Eric and Greta move into their new home. With everyone helping all the boxes and furniture was inside the house by lunch time. The girls went and made sandwiches, as the guys tried to take the boxes into the rooms where they were supposed to be.
Everyone raved about the house, commenting on how beautiful and warm it was. Greta smiled as she took out cans of pop out of the cooler for everyone. The guys walked into the kitchen just as the girls were finishing up. "Hungry?" Greta asked them.
She got a resounding yes, and Eric walked up behind her, kissing her on the side of the cheek, and then helped her with gathering the soda. People found chairs, sat on the floor or stood around the kitchen as they ate lunch.
Everyone stayed a few hours longer, helping with the unpacking, but after a little while, it was agreed that only the couple could decide what to do with everything else. A round of hugs and thank you's from them were received. As the last family member left, Eric shut the door, and Greta came up and rested her head on his chest. Eric looked around at all the boxes, "We still have all tomorrow to unpack right?" He asked.
"Yeah, and we don't have to get it all done this weekend either." Greta said looking up at him.
"Good, because I thought they would never leave, and I want to be alone, with my wife, in our new house."
"Why is it so important to be alone?" She asked with a large knowing grin, and ran her hand over his chest.
"Because, there happens to be a tradition for all new married couples that move into a new house."
"And what would that be?" She asked teasing, but also curious.
"Each room must be christened."
"How?"
He grinned at her, picked her up in his arms, and said, "I'll show you." He then started to carry her up the stairs, as she giggled. "I think we should start with the master bedroom, since we did get the bed all set up already." She laughed as he got up the stairs and took her through the double doors, and then plopped her on the bed. She got up on her knees, and grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into bed with her.
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They did in fact christen every room in that house, in the next week, even the basement and half bath, and some rooms more than once. Greta laughed, the basement was by complete accident. They were moving storage, and putting their old couch from the apartment, downstairs alone with the smaller television. Since they decided to make the basement a rec room, and they got new furniture for the living room along with a large screen tv. Well, the two of them moving the old large couch into the basement, a lot of teasing, and giggling, and a bumped knee, led to... well. Greta smiled at the thought, she would never think of that couch the same again.
Now the half bath was, completely, entirely, staged. She laughed at that one, but they had accomplished what they wanted, and she rolled her eyes. In a way they were like children. Then that thought crossed through her head again, as she sat at her desk in one of the other bedrooms they turned into a study for her. She sighed, she really wanted kids, and she knew Eric did too. She knew that kids were basically the last thought on the minds of most college students, but she reminded herself, she wasn't like most college students. She was older, and she was married. She enjoyed all of her classes, nothing was calling out at her to major in. *Well, except writing.* She thought, *But I'm not that good to actually have a job writing, and what would I write?* She sighed, then decided she would go talk to her professor the next day, and see if he had any ideas.
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Eric was in the kitchen when Greta got home, starting to cut up vegetables for dinner. "Eric..." Greta called.
He smiled, at hearing her voice. "In here," He called, glad she was home, he was a little worried, that she wasn't there when he got home. She walked into the family room, and then over to him in the kitchen. "You're out late." He said and gave her a kiss as she came close, and then she headed for the refrigerator, and took out a water bottle and started to drink.
"Sorry, didn't think I would be. I met with my writing professor after my classes today." She said and sat down on the stool next to him at the island.
"Why did you meet with him, something wrong?" He asked looking up at her.
"No, not at all." She said and took some of the vegetables and a knife and started to cut them up with him. "I've just been thinking a lot lately about what I actually want to do, if I want to continue with college."
Eric looked up at her shocked, "Really? You didn't say anything about that."
"Well, you know how much trouble I have with picking a major, I could be in college for years and never pick something. I know what I don't want. I don't want science, or business, or government, or medicine. But there is so much other stuff that I do like."
"Well, just cause you do one thing, doesn't mean you couldn't do something else later." Eric reminded her.
"I know, but the other thing, is I feel like being in college I'm keeping part of my life on hold. I don't like that feeling. I mean college is wonderful, but I don't think it's for me."
Eric smiled, "You know, you don't have to have a job. You have plenty of money of your own, and I am doing just fine. You could get involved with some volunteer work, or something."
She smiled, "That's always a possibility, but I would like a real job. So that's why I went to talk to my professor." She said, and then continued. "I told him, basically everything I told you, how I was feeling. He said he understood, but that he would miss me in class. He said I actually had a lot of talent, that I was a wonderful writer."
Eric smiled, "I could have told you that. I've read some of your papers."
She grinned, "Yeah, but you have to like what I do." She said playfully hitting his shoulder, and then she continued. "Anyway, he told me I could have a good career as a writer, or journalist. He even offered to show some of my work to some of his colleges and see what they would say. I of course agreed."
"That's great."
"Yeah, so I think I might pursue this. Maybe, I could get a job at one of the local newspapers or something, and work my way up from there."
Eric smiled, "Sounds perfect, I'm happy as long as you are." He said and leaned over and kissed her. "So are you going to stay with school, or get out?"
"I'll stay with it, till I get something."
"Smart idea." He said giving her another kiss, then getting up to put everything into the pan to start cooking. The two finished dinner, and then snuggled up together on the couch to watch some tv, then headed off early to bed.
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Spring break came, and as Eric promised they went on their second honeymoon in two months. This time, they had some fun, and headed off to Disney World. The got a nice hotel room, but the spent a lot of their time, just having fun, and riding the rides, seeing the sites, shopping, playing games, watching the shows, and taking in the nightlife. The decided to only stay for 5 days, so they could get back home, and actually take a vacation from the vacation as well. They had tons of fun in Florida, but when they got home they were exhausted, and a little sun burnt. But they didn't care, they were still happy. Everything was going perfectly. Sometimes, Eric couldn't believe just how perfect everything was going. He almost worried it was going too perfect, cause he knew that something could happen, seems like it always did in this town, and part of him was just waiting for it. But he always pushed those thoughts out of his head. What could possibly happen? Nicole was long gone, Daniel was behind bars for the next 3 years, and their were no secrets between them. He smiled, yep nothing at all to worry about.
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Chapter 113
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Greta loved thursday's, she only had two classes, and they got out before noon. Not only that, but it allowed her to have lunch with the *Most wonderful man in the world.* She smiled wider as she made her way through the halls at Titan to the photo lab. She knew they always broke for lunch around this time, and she leaned against the wall, waiting for the light to go out, indicating the shoot was over. A few minutes later, the light went out, and a few people walked out of the door, and then Greta made her way inside. She smiled as she watched Eric take the film out of the cameras. She walked up behind him, and then wrapped her arms around him, making him jump slightly, and turn to look at her.
He smiled once he saw her, "Hi." He said then leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "Just give me another minute and we can head to lunch." Greta nodded, and walked around taking a look at stuff, while he finished. "All set, ready to go?" He asked walking over to her, and taking her hand. She nodded, and they headed out the door.
Soon they found themselves at the Brady Pub, looking over the menu, trying to decide what they wanted. Caroline walked over with their drinks, smiling at the two. "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Brady what would you like for lunch?"
Eric smiled up at her, "Ummmm, hmmm. Greta why don't you go first?"
"Why do you think I know what I want?" She asked him, and then smiled. "We might need a little longer."
Caroline smiled at the two, "Take your time." She said and sat down next to them. "So, how is everything going?"
"Everything is going well." Eric said looking at her, "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering what my grandchildren are up too." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Grandma, what's that look for?" Eric asked knowing she was trying to figure something out. She tried to not give an answer, but Eric just finally asked her with a smile, "Come on, what is it that you really want to know?"
She looked liked she tried to think it over, and then decided to come out with it. Eric watched her, and started to take a drink, thinking it might take awhile, but once the words left her mouth, he choked on his pop. "Well, I'm just curious when I might get another great-grandchild."
Greta's eyes went wide as well, "Caroline, we've only been married for 4 months."
Eric then smiled, "Grandma, we'll let you know when we have anything to tell you. Okay?" She smiles, and then after they figure out what they want, goes and gets the orders. Eric smiled at Greta. "I guess we need to get used to that. Our whole family will be asking that, all the time now. At least until we actually have a baby."
Greta smiled, and then took his hand, "And when do you think that will be?"
Eric's eyes widened at her words, shocked suddenly, and then a smile passed across his lips. "You know, it's not exactly up to me. And I already told you, whenever you were ready."
She smiled wider, "Let me figure out this job thing, and then we'll talk."
Eric nodded, his grin becoming wider. *Hmmm, what can I do to help her find that job?* The thoughts started to go through his mind, because as far as he was concerned, the thought of having a baby with his lovely wife, was a wonderful idea.
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They finished their lunch together, and they walked back to the photo lab. "So, I'll see you at home around 5:30?" she asked him. He nodded, hugging her, and leaning in for a long kiss. "See you later," she said pulling away.
He held onto her hand, and pulled her back to him, "Love you." He said, kissing her once again.
A larger smile washed over her face, "I love you too." She responded, and then turned the corner, as he walked into the lab.
Greta walked towards the main elevator as a voice called out to her, "Hey Greta, wait up!"
She turned around, to see Lucas walking over to her, holding some papers and a folder. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Greta's brain did a double take, then she answered, "Uh, sure." He motioned to his office, and she followed, he waived at a seat and sat back down across from her.
"So how is married life treating you? Hopefully better then it treated me." He said with a small about of humor in his voice.
"Very well, thank you." She sat there and waited to see exactly why she was there. But she didn't have to wait long.
"The reason I wanted to talk to you, is because of this." He said as he handed her the papers across the desk. She took a look at them, and then looked back up to Lucas.
"How did you get these?"
"Some of our staff here also works at the University, and it seems your professor talked to them about you. They then brought your papers to me. Greta, I have to say, you are a wonderful writer."
She smiled, "Thank you Lucas."
"I read through all of them, and I see why your professor told his colleges about you. They were also impressed, and they knew that Titan also has an opening for a new writer for Bella."
Greta's eyes widened as she contemplated what Lucas was telling her, *Could he mean, what I think he means?* But she didn't want to get her hopes up, and decided to wait to see what he had to say.
"The opening is for one of our interviewing reporters. It's not one of the most prominent one's, but there is a lot of room to work upwards, or sideways into other areas." He smiled at her. "Greta, I'm offering you a job. I already talked to Victor about it, and he agreed. So, it's up to you if you want it, and well, Eric too."
She sat there in shock, "I don't know what to say."
"Well, here's my card, give me a call when you have a decision, either way." He then got on his intercom, and had the secretary come in. "Yes, Helen, can you show Mrs. Brady the information on the job we talked about." He turned back to Greta, "I wish I could go into it more with you, but I have a meeting I have to get to in" he looked at his watch and stood up, "two minutes. Sorry to have to run."
"No problem, and thank you." She said.
"No need, talk to you soon." And with that he was out the door. Greta and Helen started to talk about the job offer Lucas had just given her.
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Chapter 114
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Greta smiled to herself as she folded the towels in front of her. She hummed softly as she continued going, she was incredibly happy. She couldn't believe her luck. *A new job, with great opportunities for advancement, near Eric all day, and doing something she loved, writing.* She folded the next towel, and then heard the front door open. She put down the towel and walked out of the laundry room, towards the family room. "Eric?"
"Yeah, it's me." He said putting down his keys, hanging up his coat, and then taking off his shoes. He almost laughed, *God, how domestic am I getting?* But he didn't care, his life was perfect. He walked into the family room, sat down on the couch next to Greta, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He then put his arm out across the back of the couch, and then looked over at Greta slightly confused. She usually curled right up next to him, but instead she sat sideways to him, looking at him, a huge smile on her face, with a look like she had just swallowed a canary. "Okay, what's going on?"
"I have some really good news." She said her eyes big.
Eric sat there looking at her, his mind trying to figure out what she was talking about. Then their earlier talk with his grandmother popped into his head. His eyes were getting bigger, "Greta, are you... are you..." Then he was confused, "Is that even possible? I thought you were on... the pill."
Greta watched him try to say it all, then she started to laugh. The look he gave her, made her laugh even harder, and playfully hit his chest. "Yes, I'm still on it. And, no, I'm not pregnant." Then she stopped, "What's your rush?" She asked teasing him.
"I'm not rushing, but the look on your face, then my grandmother this afternoon, and everything..." She just giggled and laid her head on his chest.
"Eric, do you really want me to get all big and fat, eating everything in site, that soon?" She said teasing him.
He looked down at her, smiled, and said simply, "I'd love it."
She almost laughed again until she saw that he was serious, she sat up and looked at him right in the eye. "You're serious."
"Yeah, I am. But I'm not pressuring you, Greta. You have to know that." He said, pulling her back to him. "It's your body that has to go through all that, it's all up to you. I don't care if it's next month or 4 years from now." He kissed the top of her head, "Now, since it's not that. What is your great news?"
She gave him a quick squeeze, and then sat back up, her huge smile returning. "I got a job."
"That's great!" He said with a large smile of his own. "What is it? How?"
"Well, it's a job as an interviewing reporter, with ability to move up or to other things, pays really good though. And the best part is we can eat lunch together everyday, if our schedules permit."
He smiled, "So what are you interviewing for?"
"I'm working for Bella." She said with a smile. "Lucas offered me the job after I dropped you back off at work."
His smile faded, "What?"
"He caught me before I got in the elevator, and wanted to talk to me. I guess somehow my professor was able through his colleges to get my papers to Lucas and Victor, and they agreed, they offered me the job. I talked over everything with Helen, Lucas's secretary, and I start monday."
Eric sat in a daze. That feeling of a perfect life felt like it was slipping away, it was just starting to seem a little too familiar. He tried to shake it off, but it persisted. Greta looked at him, *He doesn't look happy. Maybe he's upset I didn't tell him about it before I accepted it. I mean he did ask me before he started working at Titan again. But that's different, that was because of Nicole. I have no past at Titan.* "Eric?"
"Lucas offered it to you?"
"Yeah, and Victor okayed it." She watched him, "Eric, why are you acting like this?" She was actually starting to get angry with him, he was supposed to be happy for her, for them. She stood up and moved her way into the kitchen, she decided he would just figure it out himself. She took out some frozen lasagna, and then turned on the oven. Ripping open the box, and throwing it on the counter with a slight thud.
Eric heard her, and he knew she was angry with him, the sounds coming from the kitchen, telling him she was getting angrier by the minute. He sighed, *What's wrong with me?* He asked himself and stood up and moved closer to her. "I'm sorry." He said softly, moving closer to her, and taking her hand, and she was buttering the bread for garlic toast.
She turned to him, "Eric, what the hell is going on with you? I tell you something, telling you something I'm really happy about, and you... you just... sit there!"
"Greta, I am very happy for you, it's just..."
"Just what?" She prompted.
He pulled her closer to him, and dragged her back to the couch to sit down. He sighed, "I was so happy when I came home, thinking how perfect everything was, and is. And you told me you got a job, and I was really happy. But when you told me.. it was Lucas... who offered it to you..." She looked at him, strangely, and he continued. "It just seemed all to familiar."
She then realized what he meant, and for a minute she almost yelled at him, for not trusting her, and then she saw the look on his face. He was really troubled by it, and thought better of it. "You don't think Lucas offered me this because he's interested in me do you?" Because if that was true, she'd quit on the spot, she didn't want a job for that reason.
"No, at least I don't think so, and Victor was for it as well." He sighed again, "I guess it's just that, I lost one girl to Lucas, who I thought I loved, and am actually now glad I did. But... I don't want to lose you to him, someone who I love more than anything." He pulled her closer to him, and hugged her tight.
"Eric, for your information, I have absolutely NO interest in Lucas, I love you too. But you know all that."
He held her tighter, "I know, and I'm sorry I acted like that. It's just I'm so happy, and that well..."
"Scared you." She said, tilting her head up to look at him.
"Yeah." He admitted.
She sat up, and moved, over to straddle his lap, and put her arms around his neck. "Well I hate to tell you this, but you're stuck with me, for a long, long time. Because, you see this..." She said holding up her hand and showing the two gold bands on her finger, "I take this very, very seriously. And that day I married you Mr. Brady, I meant, still mean, and will always mean every word." She leaned in and kissed him hard, his arms went around her, pulling her to him. His hands moving around her back, and up under her shirt. Soon their breathing was becoming faster, and quickly Greta stood up, ran into the kitchen, turned off the stove, with Eric on her heals. They kissed again, and soon she was in his arms, and he was carrying her up the stairs...
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Chapter 115
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Eric smiled as he watched her from the doorway, she had no idea he was watching her. It was lunch time, and he had a bag of take out for them in his hand. Greta was sitting at her desk, looking at the latest copy of Bella, she hadn't flipped a page in over 10 minutes, but she still had a huge smile on her face. Eric grinned one more time, then walked in slowly, and spoke, "Must be some article."
She jumped slightly, and then smiled at him, "You scared me." She said, then seeing the bag, she started to clear off her desk so they could eat.
"So what were you reading?" He asked her, as he sat down across from her, and taking the stuff out of the bag.
"I wasn't reading actually," she admitted with a small blush. "I was just looking at it."
Eric gave her a quizzically look, "Should I be worried, some male model in there?"
She laughed, and then handed him the magazine, with the page she was on opened. He took it, looked at it, and then smiled. "Oh, happy about that?"
"Well, I got my own article in there. Not just a little info here and there, but my first real, full page article!" He smiled at her, and took a drink of his pop. "I get to have an even more in-depth article for the next issue. And..." She said, her eyes twinkling at him, "I get to choose some photo's for that one."
"Oh really, got anyone in mind to take those?" She stood up, and moved over to shut her office door, then moved back to him, and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her. "Uh, Greta, if you had something in mind, next time tell me sooner, and uh, I could plan more time."
Greta laughed, "Very funny!" She said and playfully hit his shoulder. He smiled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "I'll come down later and set up everything." She kissed him once more, and then moved back over to her side, and they finished lunch.
They got everything cleaned up, and then Eric stood up, ready to get back to the lab. "I'll be a little later than you tonight, the shoot is gonna run a little late."
"Okay, I'm actually going to be done a little early. I can get the shopping done, and dinner." She said putting the stuff back on her desk.
"I could just pick something up."
"Nah, we eat out enough with lunch." He nodded okay, leaned over and kissed her. She smiled up at him, and he turned to leave. "Oh Eric," Greta said before he opened the door.
"Yeah?" He said turning back to her.
"Ummm, maybe next time...." She said and blushed slightly. "Plan more time for lunch..."
Eric looked at her confused for a minute, then by the look on her face, he got what she meant, and he almost choked, then a large grin spread across his face. "I'll remember," He said, then walked out of her office, a large smile on his face as he walked to the lab. *I am one lucky, lucky man.* He thought to himself, shaking his head, thinking that lunch tomorrow would have a whole new meaning.
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Greta was again at her desk when Eric stopped by for lunch, this time she was typing away at her computer, on the side desk. He looked at his watch, he was fifteen minutes early. He knocked lightly on the door, and she looked up. "Hey," She smiled, "Just give me a minute and we can go." She said as she continued to type.
His smile faded slightly, *Maybe I didn't understand her yesterday.* He walked in, shut the door, and then leaned against it, *No use in sitting down if we're leaving.* He crossed his arms in front of him, and waited for her to get done.
She typed in a few more words, then saved what she was working on, then shut off the monitor. She stood up, and walked over to him, gave him a quick kiss.
"Ready?" He asked moving to get the door.
"Yep" she said, and moved closer to him, her hand reaching for his wrist, stopping him. She leaned in and kissed him once more, this time more passionately, her body pressing up against his, pushing him against the door. Then her hand let go, and moved to lock the door behind him.
His brain almost did a double take, he knew she could be like this, be demanding and a little forceful. He loved it, almost made him laugh, when he knew that no one would ever believe him if he told told anyone. *Everyone probably thinks she is all sweet and shy in bed.* But that was the last real thought he had, as his body began to take over, his mouth moving against hers. His tongue moving into her mouth, tasting her, and getting a moan in response.
Greta's hands moved up to his shirt, and pulled it from his pants, and then moved away long enough to pull it up and over his head, letting it land somewhere on the floor behind her. Then quickly she moved back to his mouth, as his hands moved her suit coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands moved over his bare chest, and then down his stomach, to start and unbutton his jeans. "I'm glad you came by early for lunch." Her voice said slightly huskily, into his ear. As her fingers slid into the waist band of his jeans, and pulled him back towards the desk with her.
His eyes filled with desire, he followed her, and in on motion of his arm, her desk was cleared, and he then picked her up and sat her on the edge of it. "Me too." He said, leaning back down, kissing her deeply, as his hands began to unbutton her blouse....
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Eric looked at Greta as he zipped up his pants, she was still laying on the desk, with a smile on her face. "What?" He asked her.
She grinned, laughing slightly, "I can't believe we just did that." She sat up slightly, and then looked around, "Where's my underwear?"
He laughed and looked around, finding it, he brought it back over to her, and she put them on. He knelt back down in front of her, before she could push her skirt back down, and his fingers found one of the elastic bands. "Garter belt?" He asked looking up at her, and seeing a slight blush, he laughed. "I didn't know you had one, last time I saw one on you was for that photo shoot you did for me when we first started dating."
She laughed, "I know, thought you might like it, besides... made things easier." He laughed. "I bought it yesterday, I didn't just go grocery shopping."
He smiled, *So, she had been thinking of this since yesterday too.* His fingers moved up, and re-attached each strap to her nylons. "Maybe I can see the whole thing later." His tone very suggestive.
She smiled, "Count on it." She said, leaning down to kiss him. He then stood up, and looked around for his shirt.
"So, married almost 5 months, and I would say... we are definitely still honeymooners." He said pulling on his shirt.
She laughed, "And hopefully will still act like it when we are old and gray." She finished buttoning her shirt, and then tried to straighten out her skirt, as Eric tucked in his shirt, he picked up her shoe and suit coat, and walked over to her, handing them to her. She smiled, "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, leaning in to kiss her again, then he pulled back to run his fingers through her hair, straightening it back out, putting some of it behind her ear.
She put on the coat, and slipped her foot in the shoe, and then looked up at him, a smile on her face. He was looking at her, and she could see all his love for her in his eyes. Her hand moved up to the side of his cheek, caressing it lightly. "Love you," she said softly.
He smiled, "I love you too." He moved again and kissed her once more. He made a contented sigh, and then looked at the desk, then the floor. "Guess we better put everything back on the desk." She laughed, and agreed. They moved everything back on the desk, and then Eric looked at his watch. "Still have eight minutes." He said as he sat down, then pulled her down to sit on his lap.
She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Maybe I'll drop by the photo lab tomorrow early for lunch." She said with a slight wink. He grinned up at her, kissing her once again, but a knock at the door startled them. They looked surprised for a minute, Greta stood up, looked at Eric, "Do I look okay?"
He was going to say beautiful, but he knew she meant did she look normal, and not like they had just been doing something they probably should have been doing on her desk just five minutes ago. He nodded yes, and she went over to the door, unlocked it, and then opened the door.
"Oh my God!" Greta let out, as Eric turned, and found his wife hugging someone tightly. He stood, as she moved away. "Lily! What are you doing here? How are you feeling? Come in, sit down." Greta said motioning her into the room, and to one of the chairs.
"My dear Greta, Hello. Eric." She said nodding at him.
"Ms. Faversham." He said smiling.
Greta sat down next to her, taking her hands, and Eric rested against the desk. He tried to keep his cheeks from reddening, hoping beyond all hopes that Lily had no idea what just happened. *Wait! We are married!* He told himself, and he tried to listen to the two in front of him.
"I'm fine dear. I'm so sorry that I was sick and couldn't attend your wedding, but I got your pictures, and it looked absolutely lovely. But I'm all better. As to why I'm here, well, I think he can explain it better." She said pointing to the door. They looked up, and saw Mickey walking into the room.
They said their hello's, and then Mickey got to the point. "Well, Ms. Faversham sent me the information before she left, to have me go over, and then we decided to come straight here, once she got here to share the information with you." He handed her a large piece of paper, "It's you father's will."
Greta looked at him confused, "What? Why would I need John's will?"
Mickey smiled, "No, not John. Your legal father, Prince Von Amburg's Will, along with other historical documents, well copies anyway." Eric and Greta looked at him confused, hoping he would explain.
But Lily jumped in, "Oh Greta my dear, don't you understand, you are going to be a Princess!" She said with a clap of her hands.
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To Be Continued
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hferguso@niu.edu
WEBSITE: http://eric_greta.tripod.com (from when Jensen was on days)
Rating: If you can watch DAYS, you can read this. If there is a rating change, a link to the chap. will be provided.
Disclaimer: Days of Our Lives and all of their characters are property of Corday Productions and NBC.
My Rant: Okay, I'm finally putting this up on FanFiction.net. Mostly to free up my website space. This was started way back in Oct. of 1999, and I haven't decided if it's finished yet or not. Reviews are always welcome!
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Chapter 111
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"The place just went on the market this week. The couple is moving to another state, the wife's job was transferred." The Realtor said as she led them into the house. A small foyer was in front of them, that led to a set of stairs that went to the second floor. "The second floor has three bedrooms, and 2 baths. To the right is the living room slash den, and to the left is the main dinning room." Eric and Greta looked at the two rooms, the foyer had wood floors, but each of the two rooms were carpeted in a dark green, which complimented the wood trim and cream colored walls.
Greta felt warmed by the house, it felt very cozy, not so much like a museum, *Like my mother liked.* She almost laughed at that thought, *That was another thing that made me different than her.* She thought as they moved over to look at the dinning room. The Realtor led them through a doorway in the dinning room that went right into the kitchen. It was big, very big, with a green marble covered island in the center, and a pantry in the corner, but Greta's eyes caught the breakfast nook in the corner, which was rounded out from the room, with windows all around looking out into the back yard. She went over to the window and Eric followed. They looked at the back yard, the fence continued around the back as well, and so did the trees. Eric smiled at the swing that hung from one of the trees, and Greta noticed more flower beds as well. They followed the breakfast nook that was also opened into the family room, and that's were they found the fireplace. It matched the stone on the outside of the house, and extended far up the wall, in a room with large vaulted ceilings, that looked up onto the second floor. They also found more steps leading up.
"The steps in the foyer, and these lead to a landing, and then they continue to the second floor," she said. Eric noticed a another small room to the corner, and found it to be a half bath, and smiled. *Always good to have a bathroom on each floor.* He almost laughed at that thought. And then followed the two up the stairs. The Realtor led them into the smaller bedrooms first. The got to the top of the stairs and walked towards them, looking over the banister on both sides, to look down onto the foyer and the family room on the other side. The two smaller rooms were nice in size, and each had a good size closet, and a window seat. They were connected by a bathroom that both shared. Eric smiled as he realized how perfect for kids it would be. They were then led back across the landing and to a set of double doors. The Realtor opened them to show them the Master bedroom. They walked inside and were amazed at the room. There was a door out to a small balcony, and on the other side was a doorway back into two large walk in closets, that then led into the master bath. It contained a separate small room for the toilet, along with two sinks, a large shower, and a two person tub, set into a window box.
The two continued to look around, and the Realtor told them she would be downstairs if they had any questions and to take their time. Greta looked around the room, and went out onto the balcony, and Eric followed her. "Well what do you think?" He asked her, as her wrapped his arms around her, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"It's wonderful." She said simply, "What do you think?"
"It's perfect, it has everything we want, and more."
She smiled, "I have to admit, when I dreamed of the perfect house, I didn't think of this." He looked worried, but she continued, "But, this, is even more perfect. I just couldn't imagine this, I even love the colors they chose, the carpet, the wood, the stone, it's soooo..."
"Homey, comfortable, cozy, warm." He said for her, and she nodded. "Okay, let's keep looking at it, and take our time, make sure there isn't anything wrong. Let's check the water, piping, heater, that kind of stuff. Maybe get an inspector to look at it, see if there's a warranty or anything."
Greta smiled up at him, she was glad he was betting practical, and he knew what to do, because she had no idea. They went through the rooms, and scrutinized everything, turned on the water, flushed the toilets, turned on the shower. They went down stairs, looked through the kitchen, looked at the windows, and doors. Then made their way into the basement, Eric checked the walls for leaks, or termites. Greta looked at the wood storage built into the walls, and finished floor and ceilings. They then went back up stairs, and took at look at the fireplace. The Realtor watched them move through everything, and when they came back to her, she asked if they had any questions.
"Yeah, does the house come with any type of warranty or anything?"
"Yes, the house is only 4 years old, and still has many of the warranties for being built, I have a list of them here." She said handing him a copy.
"Also, is it possible to schedule an inspector to come in and take a look at everything?"
"Of course, no problem at all."
"Okay, we are interested in buying the house, but we want to have it inspected, take a little time to think about it, and then we might make an offer." He said trying not to sound to sure, but also not trying to sound like he didn't want it. Then he thought of something, "Also, if anyone else want's to look at it, I'd like to know." With a few more looks around, they headed back to the office, and gave the Realtor their information, along with their cell phone numbers just in case someone else was interested.
They left a little later, both extremely happy, and headed home. Eric got an inspector to go take a look on that monday, and got the report soon after, that told him everything was just fine. Greta smiled, and kidded him that she knew it would be, the house was after all only four years old. But he reminded her, he was just being careful, and she smiled, and hugged him. They then made another appointment to see it that wednesday, but this time they got John, Marlena, and Roman to come with them. They decided they wanted someone else's opinion besides theirs.
The five of them and the Realtor went and checked out the house that wednesday, they looked all around but didn't say all that much, they thanked the Realtor after awhile and left, heading for dinner. Once they got to the Pub, and all sat down, they began to talk. "Well, what do you think?" Eric asked them.
"I think it's absolutely lovely, perfect." Marlena said with a large smile. Eric smiled and turned to John and Roman.
"Son, it's very nice, and the price isn't that bad, especially for how nice it is. Seems like the owner just want to sell it, because they had to move so quickly."
"I agree, it's in a safe neighborhood, and very nice."
Marlena smiled, "And there is plenty of room for a growing family."
The couple smiled, and John and Roman smiled as well. "Now Doc," John replied, "They just got married, don't start pushing for grand kids, remember you already have one."
"That doesn't mean I don't want more, and wouldn't you like some?" She asked him.
"As long as it's Greta that has them first."
Eric and Greta laughed. "That's not funny John, Belle is way to young, and so is Brady."
"I know, that's what I was meaning!" The five continued to talk about the house, as they ordered and then ate dinner. The next day, the two went back to the Realtor and decided to make an offer, it was low, and they knew they would have to come up from that, but it was better to start low. The offers went back and forth for a few days, and they finally settled on a price, surprisingly it was a quite a bit lower then the asking price. And soon the paperwork was done, the loans and everything taken care of, along with the down payment, and all that was left was their signatures. And with a few strokes of a pin, the names of Eric Brady and Greta Brady were attached to the paper, and the keys were handed over to the two of them.
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Chapter 112
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Move in day was a huge family event, as John, Marlena, Belle, Brady, Bo, Hope, Shawn, Roman, Sami, and even Will was there, helping Eric and Greta move into their new home. With everyone helping all the boxes and furniture was inside the house by lunch time. The girls went and made sandwiches, as the guys tried to take the boxes into the rooms where they were supposed to be.
Everyone raved about the house, commenting on how beautiful and warm it was. Greta smiled as she took out cans of pop out of the cooler for everyone. The guys walked into the kitchen just as the girls were finishing up. "Hungry?" Greta asked them.
She got a resounding yes, and Eric walked up behind her, kissing her on the side of the cheek, and then helped her with gathering the soda. People found chairs, sat on the floor or stood around the kitchen as they ate lunch.
Everyone stayed a few hours longer, helping with the unpacking, but after a little while, it was agreed that only the couple could decide what to do with everything else. A round of hugs and thank you's from them were received. As the last family member left, Eric shut the door, and Greta came up and rested her head on his chest. Eric looked around at all the boxes, "We still have all tomorrow to unpack right?" He asked.
"Yeah, and we don't have to get it all done this weekend either." Greta said looking up at him.
"Good, because I thought they would never leave, and I want to be alone, with my wife, in our new house."
"Why is it so important to be alone?" She asked with a large knowing grin, and ran her hand over his chest.
"Because, there happens to be a tradition for all new married couples that move into a new house."
"And what would that be?" She asked teasing, but also curious.
"Each room must be christened."
"How?"
He grinned at her, picked her up in his arms, and said, "I'll show you." He then started to carry her up the stairs, as she giggled. "I think we should start with the master bedroom, since we did get the bed all set up already." She laughed as he got up the stairs and took her through the double doors, and then plopped her on the bed. She got up on her knees, and grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into bed with her.
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They did in fact christen every room in that house, in the next week, even the basement and half bath, and some rooms more than once. Greta laughed, the basement was by complete accident. They were moving storage, and putting their old couch from the apartment, downstairs alone with the smaller television. Since they decided to make the basement a rec room, and they got new furniture for the living room along with a large screen tv. Well, the two of them moving the old large couch into the basement, a lot of teasing, and giggling, and a bumped knee, led to... well. Greta smiled at the thought, she would never think of that couch the same again.
Now the half bath was, completely, entirely, staged. She laughed at that one, but they had accomplished what they wanted, and she rolled her eyes. In a way they were like children. Then that thought crossed through her head again, as she sat at her desk in one of the other bedrooms they turned into a study for her. She sighed, she really wanted kids, and she knew Eric did too. She knew that kids were basically the last thought on the minds of most college students, but she reminded herself, she wasn't like most college students. She was older, and she was married. She enjoyed all of her classes, nothing was calling out at her to major in. *Well, except writing.* She thought, *But I'm not that good to actually have a job writing, and what would I write?* She sighed, then decided she would go talk to her professor the next day, and see if he had any ideas.
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Eric was in the kitchen when Greta got home, starting to cut up vegetables for dinner. "Eric..." Greta called.
He smiled, at hearing her voice. "In here," He called, glad she was home, he was a little worried, that she wasn't there when he got home. She walked into the family room, and then over to him in the kitchen. "You're out late." He said and gave her a kiss as she came close, and then she headed for the refrigerator, and took out a water bottle and started to drink.
"Sorry, didn't think I would be. I met with my writing professor after my classes today." She said and sat down on the stool next to him at the island.
"Why did you meet with him, something wrong?" He asked looking up at her.
"No, not at all." She said and took some of the vegetables and a knife and started to cut them up with him. "I've just been thinking a lot lately about what I actually want to do, if I want to continue with college."
Eric looked up at her shocked, "Really? You didn't say anything about that."
"Well, you know how much trouble I have with picking a major, I could be in college for years and never pick something. I know what I don't want. I don't want science, or business, or government, or medicine. But there is so much other stuff that I do like."
"Well, just cause you do one thing, doesn't mean you couldn't do something else later." Eric reminded her.
"I know, but the other thing, is I feel like being in college I'm keeping part of my life on hold. I don't like that feeling. I mean college is wonderful, but I don't think it's for me."
Eric smiled, "You know, you don't have to have a job. You have plenty of money of your own, and I am doing just fine. You could get involved with some volunteer work, or something."
She smiled, "That's always a possibility, but I would like a real job. So that's why I went to talk to my professor." She said, and then continued. "I told him, basically everything I told you, how I was feeling. He said he understood, but that he would miss me in class. He said I actually had a lot of talent, that I was a wonderful writer."
Eric smiled, "I could have told you that. I've read some of your papers."
She grinned, "Yeah, but you have to like what I do." She said playfully hitting his shoulder, and then she continued. "Anyway, he told me I could have a good career as a writer, or journalist. He even offered to show some of my work to some of his colleges and see what they would say. I of course agreed."
"That's great."
"Yeah, so I think I might pursue this. Maybe, I could get a job at one of the local newspapers or something, and work my way up from there."
Eric smiled, "Sounds perfect, I'm happy as long as you are." He said and leaned over and kissed her. "So are you going to stay with school, or get out?"
"I'll stay with it, till I get something."
"Smart idea." He said giving her another kiss, then getting up to put everything into the pan to start cooking. The two finished dinner, and then snuggled up together on the couch to watch some tv, then headed off early to bed.
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Spring break came, and as Eric promised they went on their second honeymoon in two months. This time, they had some fun, and headed off to Disney World. The got a nice hotel room, but the spent a lot of their time, just having fun, and riding the rides, seeing the sites, shopping, playing games, watching the shows, and taking in the nightlife. The decided to only stay for 5 days, so they could get back home, and actually take a vacation from the vacation as well. They had tons of fun in Florida, but when they got home they were exhausted, and a little sun burnt. But they didn't care, they were still happy. Everything was going perfectly. Sometimes, Eric couldn't believe just how perfect everything was going. He almost worried it was going too perfect, cause he knew that something could happen, seems like it always did in this town, and part of him was just waiting for it. But he always pushed those thoughts out of his head. What could possibly happen? Nicole was long gone, Daniel was behind bars for the next 3 years, and their were no secrets between them. He smiled, yep nothing at all to worry about.
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Chapter 113
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Greta loved thursday's, she only had two classes, and they got out before noon. Not only that, but it allowed her to have lunch with the *Most wonderful man in the world.* She smiled wider as she made her way through the halls at Titan to the photo lab. She knew they always broke for lunch around this time, and she leaned against the wall, waiting for the light to go out, indicating the shoot was over. A few minutes later, the light went out, and a few people walked out of the door, and then Greta made her way inside. She smiled as she watched Eric take the film out of the cameras. She walked up behind him, and then wrapped her arms around him, making him jump slightly, and turn to look at her.
He smiled once he saw her, "Hi." He said then leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "Just give me another minute and we can head to lunch." Greta nodded, and walked around taking a look at stuff, while he finished. "All set, ready to go?" He asked walking over to her, and taking her hand. She nodded, and they headed out the door.
Soon they found themselves at the Brady Pub, looking over the menu, trying to decide what they wanted. Caroline walked over with their drinks, smiling at the two. "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Brady what would you like for lunch?"
Eric smiled up at her, "Ummmm, hmmm. Greta why don't you go first?"
"Why do you think I know what I want?" She asked him, and then smiled. "We might need a little longer."
Caroline smiled at the two, "Take your time." She said and sat down next to them. "So, how is everything going?"
"Everything is going well." Eric said looking at her, "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering what my grandchildren are up too." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Grandma, what's that look for?" Eric asked knowing she was trying to figure something out. She tried to not give an answer, but Eric just finally asked her with a smile, "Come on, what is it that you really want to know?"
She looked liked she tried to think it over, and then decided to come out with it. Eric watched her, and started to take a drink, thinking it might take awhile, but once the words left her mouth, he choked on his pop. "Well, I'm just curious when I might get another great-grandchild."
Greta's eyes went wide as well, "Caroline, we've only been married for 4 months."
Eric then smiled, "Grandma, we'll let you know when we have anything to tell you. Okay?" She smiles, and then after they figure out what they want, goes and gets the orders. Eric smiled at Greta. "I guess we need to get used to that. Our whole family will be asking that, all the time now. At least until we actually have a baby."
Greta smiled, and then took his hand, "And when do you think that will be?"
Eric's eyes widened at her words, shocked suddenly, and then a smile passed across his lips. "You know, it's not exactly up to me. And I already told you, whenever you were ready."
She smiled wider, "Let me figure out this job thing, and then we'll talk."
Eric nodded, his grin becoming wider. *Hmmm, what can I do to help her find that job?* The thoughts started to go through his mind, because as far as he was concerned, the thought of having a baby with his lovely wife, was a wonderful idea.
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They finished their lunch together, and they walked back to the photo lab. "So, I'll see you at home around 5:30?" she asked him. He nodded, hugging her, and leaning in for a long kiss. "See you later," she said pulling away.
He held onto her hand, and pulled her back to him, "Love you." He said, kissing her once again.
A larger smile washed over her face, "I love you too." She responded, and then turned the corner, as he walked into the lab.
Greta walked towards the main elevator as a voice called out to her, "Hey Greta, wait up!"
She turned around, to see Lucas walking over to her, holding some papers and a folder. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Greta's brain did a double take, then she answered, "Uh, sure." He motioned to his office, and she followed, he waived at a seat and sat back down across from her.
"So how is married life treating you? Hopefully better then it treated me." He said with a small about of humor in his voice.
"Very well, thank you." She sat there and waited to see exactly why she was there. But she didn't have to wait long.
"The reason I wanted to talk to you, is because of this." He said as he handed her the papers across the desk. She took a look at them, and then looked back up to Lucas.
"How did you get these?"
"Some of our staff here also works at the University, and it seems your professor talked to them about you. They then brought your papers to me. Greta, I have to say, you are a wonderful writer."
She smiled, "Thank you Lucas."
"I read through all of them, and I see why your professor told his colleges about you. They were also impressed, and they knew that Titan also has an opening for a new writer for Bella."
Greta's eyes widened as she contemplated what Lucas was telling her, *Could he mean, what I think he means?* But she didn't want to get her hopes up, and decided to wait to see what he had to say.
"The opening is for one of our interviewing reporters. It's not one of the most prominent one's, but there is a lot of room to work upwards, or sideways into other areas." He smiled at her. "Greta, I'm offering you a job. I already talked to Victor about it, and he agreed. So, it's up to you if you want it, and well, Eric too."
She sat there in shock, "I don't know what to say."
"Well, here's my card, give me a call when you have a decision, either way." He then got on his intercom, and had the secretary come in. "Yes, Helen, can you show Mrs. Brady the information on the job we talked about." He turned back to Greta, "I wish I could go into it more with you, but I have a meeting I have to get to in" he looked at his watch and stood up, "two minutes. Sorry to have to run."
"No problem, and thank you." She said.
"No need, talk to you soon." And with that he was out the door. Greta and Helen started to talk about the job offer Lucas had just given her.
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Greta smiled to herself as she folded the towels in front of her. She hummed softly as she continued going, she was incredibly happy. She couldn't believe her luck. *A new job, with great opportunities for advancement, near Eric all day, and doing something she loved, writing.* She folded the next towel, and then heard the front door open. She put down the towel and walked out of the laundry room, towards the family room. "Eric?"
"Yeah, it's me." He said putting down his keys, hanging up his coat, and then taking off his shoes. He almost laughed, *God, how domestic am I getting?* But he didn't care, his life was perfect. He walked into the family room, sat down on the couch next to Greta, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He then put his arm out across the back of the couch, and then looked over at Greta slightly confused. She usually curled right up next to him, but instead she sat sideways to him, looking at him, a huge smile on her face, with a look like she had just swallowed a canary. "Okay, what's going on?"
"I have some really good news." She said her eyes big.
Eric sat there looking at her, his mind trying to figure out what she was talking about. Then their earlier talk with his grandmother popped into his head. His eyes were getting bigger, "Greta, are you... are you..." Then he was confused, "Is that even possible? I thought you were on... the pill."
Greta watched him try to say it all, then she started to laugh. The look he gave her, made her laugh even harder, and playfully hit his chest. "Yes, I'm still on it. And, no, I'm not pregnant." Then she stopped, "What's your rush?" She asked teasing him.
"I'm not rushing, but the look on your face, then my grandmother this afternoon, and everything..." She just giggled and laid her head on his chest.
"Eric, do you really want me to get all big and fat, eating everything in site, that soon?" She said teasing him.
He looked down at her, smiled, and said simply, "I'd love it."
She almost laughed again until she saw that he was serious, she sat up and looked at him right in the eye. "You're serious."
"Yeah, I am. But I'm not pressuring you, Greta. You have to know that." He said, pulling her back to him. "It's your body that has to go through all that, it's all up to you. I don't care if it's next month or 4 years from now." He kissed the top of her head, "Now, since it's not that. What is your great news?"
She gave him a quick squeeze, and then sat back up, her huge smile returning. "I got a job."
"That's great!" He said with a large smile of his own. "What is it? How?"
"Well, it's a job as an interviewing reporter, with ability to move up or to other things, pays really good though. And the best part is we can eat lunch together everyday, if our schedules permit."
He smiled, "So what are you interviewing for?"
"I'm working for Bella." She said with a smile. "Lucas offered me the job after I dropped you back off at work."
His smile faded, "What?"
"He caught me before I got in the elevator, and wanted to talk to me. I guess somehow my professor was able through his colleges to get my papers to Lucas and Victor, and they agreed, they offered me the job. I talked over everything with Helen, Lucas's secretary, and I start monday."
Eric sat in a daze. That feeling of a perfect life felt like it was slipping away, it was just starting to seem a little too familiar. He tried to shake it off, but it persisted. Greta looked at him, *He doesn't look happy. Maybe he's upset I didn't tell him about it before I accepted it. I mean he did ask me before he started working at Titan again. But that's different, that was because of Nicole. I have no past at Titan.* "Eric?"
"Lucas offered it to you?"
"Yeah, and Victor okayed it." She watched him, "Eric, why are you acting like this?" She was actually starting to get angry with him, he was supposed to be happy for her, for them. She stood up and moved her way into the kitchen, she decided he would just figure it out himself. She took out some frozen lasagna, and then turned on the oven. Ripping open the box, and throwing it on the counter with a slight thud.
Eric heard her, and he knew she was angry with him, the sounds coming from the kitchen, telling him she was getting angrier by the minute. He sighed, *What's wrong with me?* He asked himself and stood up and moved closer to her. "I'm sorry." He said softly, moving closer to her, and taking her hand, and she was buttering the bread for garlic toast.
She turned to him, "Eric, what the hell is going on with you? I tell you something, telling you something I'm really happy about, and you... you just... sit there!"
"Greta, I am very happy for you, it's just..."
"Just what?" She prompted.
He pulled her closer to him, and dragged her back to the couch to sit down. He sighed, "I was so happy when I came home, thinking how perfect everything was, and is. And you told me you got a job, and I was really happy. But when you told me.. it was Lucas... who offered it to you..." She looked at him, strangely, and he continued. "It just seemed all to familiar."
She then realized what he meant, and for a minute she almost yelled at him, for not trusting her, and then she saw the look on his face. He was really troubled by it, and thought better of it. "You don't think Lucas offered me this because he's interested in me do you?" Because if that was true, she'd quit on the spot, she didn't want a job for that reason.
"No, at least I don't think so, and Victor was for it as well." He sighed again, "I guess it's just that, I lost one girl to Lucas, who I thought I loved, and am actually now glad I did. But... I don't want to lose you to him, someone who I love more than anything." He pulled her closer to him, and hugged her tight.
"Eric, for your information, I have absolutely NO interest in Lucas, I love you too. But you know all that."
He held her tighter, "I know, and I'm sorry I acted like that. It's just I'm so happy, and that well..."
"Scared you." She said, tilting her head up to look at him.
"Yeah." He admitted.
She sat up, and moved, over to straddle his lap, and put her arms around his neck. "Well I hate to tell you this, but you're stuck with me, for a long, long time. Because, you see this..." She said holding up her hand and showing the two gold bands on her finger, "I take this very, very seriously. And that day I married you Mr. Brady, I meant, still mean, and will always mean every word." She leaned in and kissed him hard, his arms went around her, pulling her to him. His hands moving around her back, and up under her shirt. Soon their breathing was becoming faster, and quickly Greta stood up, ran into the kitchen, turned off the stove, with Eric on her heals. They kissed again, and soon she was in his arms, and he was carrying her up the stairs...
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Chapter 115
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Eric smiled as he watched her from the doorway, she had no idea he was watching her. It was lunch time, and he had a bag of take out for them in his hand. Greta was sitting at her desk, looking at the latest copy of Bella, she hadn't flipped a page in over 10 minutes, but she still had a huge smile on her face. Eric grinned one more time, then walked in slowly, and spoke, "Must be some article."
She jumped slightly, and then smiled at him, "You scared me." She said, then seeing the bag, she started to clear off her desk so they could eat.
"So what were you reading?" He asked her, as he sat down across from her, and taking the stuff out of the bag.
"I wasn't reading actually," she admitted with a small blush. "I was just looking at it."
Eric gave her a quizzically look, "Should I be worried, some male model in there?"
She laughed, and then handed him the magazine, with the page she was on opened. He took it, looked at it, and then smiled. "Oh, happy about that?"
"Well, I got my own article in there. Not just a little info here and there, but my first real, full page article!" He smiled at her, and took a drink of his pop. "I get to have an even more in-depth article for the next issue. And..." She said, her eyes twinkling at him, "I get to choose some photo's for that one."
"Oh really, got anyone in mind to take those?" She stood up, and moved over to shut her office door, then moved back to him, and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her. "Uh, Greta, if you had something in mind, next time tell me sooner, and uh, I could plan more time."
Greta laughed, "Very funny!" She said and playfully hit his shoulder. He smiled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "I'll come down later and set up everything." She kissed him once more, and then moved back over to her side, and they finished lunch.
They got everything cleaned up, and then Eric stood up, ready to get back to the lab. "I'll be a little later than you tonight, the shoot is gonna run a little late."
"Okay, I'm actually going to be done a little early. I can get the shopping done, and dinner." She said putting the stuff back on her desk.
"I could just pick something up."
"Nah, we eat out enough with lunch." He nodded okay, leaned over and kissed her. She smiled up at him, and he turned to leave. "Oh Eric," Greta said before he opened the door.
"Yeah?" He said turning back to her.
"Ummm, maybe next time...." She said and blushed slightly. "Plan more time for lunch..."
Eric looked at her confused for a minute, then by the look on her face, he got what she meant, and he almost choked, then a large grin spread across his face. "I'll remember," He said, then walked out of her office, a large smile on his face as he walked to the lab. *I am one lucky, lucky man.* He thought to himself, shaking his head, thinking that lunch tomorrow would have a whole new meaning.
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Greta was again at her desk when Eric stopped by for lunch, this time she was typing away at her computer, on the side desk. He looked at his watch, he was fifteen minutes early. He knocked lightly on the door, and she looked up. "Hey," She smiled, "Just give me a minute and we can go." She said as she continued to type.
His smile faded slightly, *Maybe I didn't understand her yesterday.* He walked in, shut the door, and then leaned against it, *No use in sitting down if we're leaving.* He crossed his arms in front of him, and waited for her to get done.
She typed in a few more words, then saved what she was working on, then shut off the monitor. She stood up, and walked over to him, gave him a quick kiss.
"Ready?" He asked moving to get the door.
"Yep" she said, and moved closer to him, her hand reaching for his wrist, stopping him. She leaned in and kissed him once more, this time more passionately, her body pressing up against his, pushing him against the door. Then her hand let go, and moved to lock the door behind him.
His brain almost did a double take, he knew she could be like this, be demanding and a little forceful. He loved it, almost made him laugh, when he knew that no one would ever believe him if he told told anyone. *Everyone probably thinks she is all sweet and shy in bed.* But that was the last real thought he had, as his body began to take over, his mouth moving against hers. His tongue moving into her mouth, tasting her, and getting a moan in response.
Greta's hands moved up to his shirt, and pulled it from his pants, and then moved away long enough to pull it up and over his head, letting it land somewhere on the floor behind her. Then quickly she moved back to his mouth, as his hands moved her suit coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands moved over his bare chest, and then down his stomach, to start and unbutton his jeans. "I'm glad you came by early for lunch." Her voice said slightly huskily, into his ear. As her fingers slid into the waist band of his jeans, and pulled him back towards the desk with her.
His eyes filled with desire, he followed her, and in on motion of his arm, her desk was cleared, and he then picked her up and sat her on the edge of it. "Me too." He said, leaning back down, kissing her deeply, as his hands began to unbutton her blouse....
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Eric looked at Greta as he zipped up his pants, she was still laying on the desk, with a smile on her face. "What?" He asked her.
She grinned, laughing slightly, "I can't believe we just did that." She sat up slightly, and then looked around, "Where's my underwear?"
He laughed and looked around, finding it, he brought it back over to her, and she put them on. He knelt back down in front of her, before she could push her skirt back down, and his fingers found one of the elastic bands. "Garter belt?" He asked looking up at her, and seeing a slight blush, he laughed. "I didn't know you had one, last time I saw one on you was for that photo shoot you did for me when we first started dating."
She laughed, "I know, thought you might like it, besides... made things easier." He laughed. "I bought it yesterday, I didn't just go grocery shopping."
He smiled, *So, she had been thinking of this since yesterday too.* His fingers moved up, and re-attached each strap to her nylons. "Maybe I can see the whole thing later." His tone very suggestive.
She smiled, "Count on it." She said, leaning down to kiss him. He then stood up, and looked around for his shirt.
"So, married almost 5 months, and I would say... we are definitely still honeymooners." He said pulling on his shirt.
She laughed, "And hopefully will still act like it when we are old and gray." She finished buttoning her shirt, and then tried to straighten out her skirt, as Eric tucked in his shirt, he picked up her shoe and suit coat, and walked over to her, handing them to her. She smiled, "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, leaning in to kiss her again, then he pulled back to run his fingers through her hair, straightening it back out, putting some of it behind her ear.
She put on the coat, and slipped her foot in the shoe, and then looked up at him, a smile on her face. He was looking at her, and she could see all his love for her in his eyes. Her hand moved up to the side of his cheek, caressing it lightly. "Love you," she said softly.
He smiled, "I love you too." He moved again and kissed her once more. He made a contented sigh, and then looked at the desk, then the floor. "Guess we better put everything back on the desk." She laughed, and agreed. They moved everything back on the desk, and then Eric looked at his watch. "Still have eight minutes." He said as he sat down, then pulled her down to sit on his lap.
She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Maybe I'll drop by the photo lab tomorrow early for lunch." She said with a slight wink. He grinned up at her, kissing her once again, but a knock at the door startled them. They looked surprised for a minute, Greta stood up, looked at Eric, "Do I look okay?"
He was going to say beautiful, but he knew she meant did she look normal, and not like they had just been doing something they probably should have been doing on her desk just five minutes ago. He nodded yes, and she went over to the door, unlocked it, and then opened the door.
"Oh my God!" Greta let out, as Eric turned, and found his wife hugging someone tightly. He stood, as she moved away. "Lily! What are you doing here? How are you feeling? Come in, sit down." Greta said motioning her into the room, and to one of the chairs.
"My dear Greta, Hello. Eric." She said nodding at him.
"Ms. Faversham." He said smiling.
Greta sat down next to her, taking her hands, and Eric rested against the desk. He tried to keep his cheeks from reddening, hoping beyond all hopes that Lily had no idea what just happened. *Wait! We are married!* He told himself, and he tried to listen to the two in front of him.
"I'm fine dear. I'm so sorry that I was sick and couldn't attend your wedding, but I got your pictures, and it looked absolutely lovely. But I'm all better. As to why I'm here, well, I think he can explain it better." She said pointing to the door. They looked up, and saw Mickey walking into the room.
They said their hello's, and then Mickey got to the point. "Well, Ms. Faversham sent me the information before she left, to have me go over, and then we decided to come straight here, once she got here to share the information with you." He handed her a large piece of paper, "It's you father's will."
Greta looked at him confused, "What? Why would I need John's will?"
Mickey smiled, "No, not John. Your legal father, Prince Von Amburg's Will, along with other historical documents, well copies anyway." Eric and Greta looked at him confused, hoping he would explain.
But Lily jumped in, "Oh Greta my dear, don't you understand, you are going to be a Princess!" She said with a clap of her hands.
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To Be Continued