Author's note: Okay I am back, the ideas aren't the best but it's working I
think. I should write a movie critic right now for a seminar at University,
but it's so boring. that I decided to write a new chapter for my lovely and
nice story - because I don't want to see one of your bored. *lol *
Rating: whatever you want between G and R, depends on your emotional conditions * lol *
Archive: www.missparkerjarod.hollywood.com - you can post it on your side too, be sure that my name is on it and that's it & send me an email where I can find it!
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CHAPTER 16 - WHEN I WAS YOUNG ...
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I laid there in the big bed, alone. I noticed it because I my body laid in bed in the wrong direction, from his side to mine. But he wasn't there. Jarod was away.
Where is this lovely little guy? I asked myself wanting him to be there to kiss me. I wanted to tell him that the last night had been one of the most beautiful ones in my whole life.
I felt fat right now when I tried to sit up. You three are getting big dears. I thought and leaned my head against the head board. Sitting there, thinking about my last night's dream.
It was strange, I never thought of getting kids at all, but now? Now I am into triplets and those scenes Mum showed me made me really nervous and I am not sure what she wanted to tell me.
Okay fatty get out of this bed, under the shower and downstairs to Nanna. I said and headed to the shower. I had slept next to him, arm in arm, naked. He had worn his boxer shorts when I remember it correctly. Or?
I stood in front of the mirror letting my hand rest on my swollen belly. Everybody should see it, like I told him at night.
Than I took a shower, a long and warm one, oiling my body with the fear to get any stretchmarks. I am afraid of getting some, if I'll oil enough there will not be any. And if, will Jarod love me with them?
I went out of the bathroom, heading to my drawer . I fastly get into some cloths. I am not sure what to wear, so I got into a dark blue skirt, very short and a pale pink pullover. I really love these soft combinations, not telling people that I am the living Ice Queen, that I was the living Ice Queen.
I am not what I have been before. I put on a soft make up, only powder and mascara, not like when I was working for the Center, only some color.
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Good morning Nanna.
Morning Mary. Nice dreams?
I nodded and took my seat from yesterday night. I sat there my hands around a cup of hot herbal tea.
Yeah I think so ... you knew my mum very well ... Nanna can I ask you a question?
Whatever you want to know Mary, you should know that!
It's not that easy Nanna ... had momma ever had dreams ... ? I looked at her, not knowing what to say, how to complete the sentence.
You mean dreaming of her future. Oh yes and she knew that life would be hard and short for her. She knew when she was 15 that she will die without having you seen growing up, getting a woman.
Softly some tears run down my cheeks. But how ... ?
It's her inner sense and you have the same sense in you.
I looked into the warm liquid in the cup. She was right and I knew it, that I have the same sense like my mum. Jarod had once told me that I am more like my mum that I have ever thought. Does being like mum also includes dying that early? Let's change the topic, and ask her about the McGregor Saga.
Nanna, where is Jarod?
I don't know but I think he's looking for a place to stay. He knows that time is running and that you've not a lot of time. The only thing he's interested is to know you save.
I know Nanna, I know.
So my dear don't push him into something he's not into at the moment. He'll give you whatever you want and need but don't push him.
What are you talking about Nanna?
You know what I am talking about.
No I don't. I said harshly. I knew what she was talking about, talking about sex but from whom does she know about things like that, things which never had left the bedroom.
I beg Mary that you'll not push Jarod into intercourse before he tells you that time is up for it.
How do you know? I said, staring at her, absolutely surprised.
Let me say it's an inner sense.
I sat there, staring at her like there would be God in front of me, the holy creature the wise man.
Tell me what the McGregor Saga is Nanna, now! I said, deep voice and in a hard tone.
There is more behind all those curtains than you know and they will tell you. You have to find it out Mary now.
Your mum told you ? Well it was only a matter of time I think.
Tell me Nanna please.
I will ... would you help me with the potatoes and I will tell you the story.
Is it just a story?
No Mary it's my life. ....
I was about your age working for a rich family. The family was named McGregor, they had many factories and everything you could think of. I was working for them in the household, helping wherever I was needed. But the economical situation wasn't the best during the 20s and so they wanted me to get married. I never thought about getting married because I was working for them, not allowed to have an affaire or to marry.
I told them that I am not interested in the gardener and not into the cook, I wanted to live my own life and now being arrested, locked in the kitchen or whatever.
Like I said they had everything, the only thing they couldn't get for money were children. Lady McGregor wasn't able go get children unfortunately but they needed a heir. Firstly they wanted to adopt a child, but it didn't work – I can't remember the reason and after a couple of months and many different doctors, they asked me if I would give them a heir. I was surprised and shocked, all in once.
I think you were ... I would ... I was surprised too when I ... we found out that I am pregnant. I pelt a potato and looked at her. And?
Well I had to sleep with Lord McGregor a gorgeous and handsome guy. He was cute and tried to be a good lover. Unfortunately it didn't work the first time and after a couple of times he had been in my bed, we found out that there was more between us. He started ... well I got pregnant finally, and the little girl I gave birth to was Catherine.
You are the mother of my mum? I was surprised but happily. I hugged her tight, pulling her near me, against my heart. She stumbled something but I didn't listen. She had just nodded. It was the most wonderful surprise somebody ... Jarod could give me. He knew how to surprise me.
Suddenly I heard somebody crying, it was Jarod. He was crying, shit.
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I ran out the small door seeing him sitting there, being shot with something in his arms. I knelt before him as good as possible and helped him to get on his feet. I saw the red liquid running down is shoulder. He got shot. By whom?
Jarod we have to go inside.
Nanna was standing in the door, waiting for us, looking around like she would know who it had been who had shot my love.
He, holding the "thing" in his arms, leaned against me and we went inside into the kitchen. He sat down, laying the "thing" on the table. I helped him out of the jacket to have a look how deep the wound was. Slowly I opened each button of his black shirt, not noticing the "thing" on the table. Nanna was standing beside me with the first aid kid.
Who did it? she asked him. I was unable to say something. I was shocked and I didn't want him to see how sorry and worried I was.
Hell why does something like that always has to happen to us. They separated us more than once why can't they let us live our lives without pain and sorrow?
He is in pain and I could see it in his eyes. The bullet sat deep in his shoulder, one of us would have to call a doctor.
I will call a doc. I said and was on the way to the telephone.
Don't Mary, we'll have it out within a minute. It's not that deep. I know how to get it out. It was like a daily routine when my husband worked for the IRA.
So you've been married afterwards?
Oh yes, when they headed to the States and your mother was sent to her boarding school they gave me a lot of money and this was my ticket to get married.
I just nodded and helped Jarod to lay down on the table, laying the "thing" on the chair were he sat before.
Mary ... ? He said softly.
Yes Jarod, what do you want me to do. Hold your hand when she operates you?
No ... I am a strong man, not the little boy anymore.
What happened my love?
My love ... well ... Mary the Center is here too. I have been at the airport to get him, to get the last thing from the States and I think it was a huge mistake, but I couldn't let him stay there with them. He said soft, nearly whispering.
Who? And Jarod turned his head softly to the chair.
What do you mean ? I asked him.
Shit this is feeling like fire ... what's running into the wound now?
Russian vodka. Nanna said, laughing. It's a better cleaner than any medical stuff. Want a mouth full? He nodded.
This wound has to hurt badly.
I looked on the chair again and grabbed the "thing". I hold it in my arms. I felt a the "thing" moving, a soft whimpering. What's it?
Slowly I let my hand glide under the white soft cotton and I saw ... I saw ... my little brother, the Baby Brother. He was sleeping deeply in my arms in Ireland, far away from the Center.
I noticed a loud scream. Jarod. Jarod, was screaming. He was in pain. I grabbed his hand, holding it close to us, the baby and me.
Jarod how did you get him? He was now laying there with a soft smile in his lips.
Nanna covered the wound and helped him to sit up.
It will hurt a couple of days but it's not that bad, not like it looked first to me. You'll be like new in a bout 2 weeks.
Thanks Nanna. He said and placed a kiss on her cheek, she blushed shyly.
Jarod? I asked him, getting my brother out of the white cotton, just holding in tight in my arms, his head next to my heart. Tears were running down my cheeks. I couldn't believe that he had gotten him, that my brother was now here to be with me forever. Nobody would ever split us up again. You mean to much to me to let you go.
I felt his arm around my shoulder. He leaned against me and kissed my neck.
I asked Syd if he wants to help me and when I told him about my plan ... well let me say that I hadn't to ask twice. Angelo got him out of the Sub- Level and Syd brought him to a stewardess, Jenny, who took him with her to Dublin.
I cried soft and happy tears. I couldn't believe it.
He's more than he seems to be, Mary! Nanna said and went out of the kitchen to give us some minutes.
I love you for doing this for me.
I wanted to see you happy and he reminded me of us, being imprisoned for ages and he's so young and so innocent. I nodded and turned around to kiss him.
The baby was between us, between to people who love each other with every part of the heart. I love you Mary. he whispered in my ear.
You know that I love you too.
Let's change Frederick's diapers. I think he needs a change. I said and laughed.
Let me kiss you first. He said, placed his hand on my belly and let his hands brush mine, softly, getting more furious within seconds. His tongue was softly gliding into me, licking my button lip, gliding up and down my palentum.
I broke up.
Jarod, it's not the right time now. Let us bring him upstairs, bath him and let him nap a bit. He's still a baby and has baby needs. I said laughing.
I still couldn't believe it.
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C: the Center is in Ireland? The baby?
I know that this is not one of my best ... but I needed a chapter to get into a new part of the story. ; - )
Rating: whatever you want between G and R, depends on your emotional conditions * lol *
Archive: www.missparkerjarod.hollywood.com - you can post it on your side too, be sure that my name is on it and that's it & send me an email where I can find it!
Feedback: miss.parker@gmx.at or/and mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com
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CHAPTER 16 - WHEN I WAS YOUNG ...
*************
I laid there in the big bed, alone. I noticed it because I my body laid in bed in the wrong direction, from his side to mine. But he wasn't there. Jarod was away.
Where is this lovely little guy? I asked myself wanting him to be there to kiss me. I wanted to tell him that the last night had been one of the most beautiful ones in my whole life.
I felt fat right now when I tried to sit up. You three are getting big dears. I thought and leaned my head against the head board. Sitting there, thinking about my last night's dream.
It was strange, I never thought of getting kids at all, but now? Now I am into triplets and those scenes Mum showed me made me really nervous and I am not sure what she wanted to tell me.
Okay fatty get out of this bed, under the shower and downstairs to Nanna. I said and headed to the shower. I had slept next to him, arm in arm, naked. He had worn his boxer shorts when I remember it correctly. Or?
I stood in front of the mirror letting my hand rest on my swollen belly. Everybody should see it, like I told him at night.
Than I took a shower, a long and warm one, oiling my body with the fear to get any stretchmarks. I am afraid of getting some, if I'll oil enough there will not be any. And if, will Jarod love me with them?
I went out of the bathroom, heading to my drawer . I fastly get into some cloths. I am not sure what to wear, so I got into a dark blue skirt, very short and a pale pink pullover. I really love these soft combinations, not telling people that I am the living Ice Queen, that I was the living Ice Queen.
I am not what I have been before. I put on a soft make up, only powder and mascara, not like when I was working for the Center, only some color.
******
Good morning Nanna.
Morning Mary. Nice dreams?
I nodded and took my seat from yesterday night. I sat there my hands around a cup of hot herbal tea.
Yeah I think so ... you knew my mum very well ... Nanna can I ask you a question?
Whatever you want to know Mary, you should know that!
It's not that easy Nanna ... had momma ever had dreams ... ? I looked at her, not knowing what to say, how to complete the sentence.
You mean dreaming of her future. Oh yes and she knew that life would be hard and short for her. She knew when she was 15 that she will die without having you seen growing up, getting a woman.
Softly some tears run down my cheeks. But how ... ?
It's her inner sense and you have the same sense in you.
I looked into the warm liquid in the cup. She was right and I knew it, that I have the same sense like my mum. Jarod had once told me that I am more like my mum that I have ever thought. Does being like mum also includes dying that early? Let's change the topic, and ask her about the McGregor Saga.
Nanna, where is Jarod?
I don't know but I think he's looking for a place to stay. He knows that time is running and that you've not a lot of time. The only thing he's interested is to know you save.
I know Nanna, I know.
So my dear don't push him into something he's not into at the moment. He'll give you whatever you want and need but don't push him.
What are you talking about Nanna?
You know what I am talking about.
No I don't. I said harshly. I knew what she was talking about, talking about sex but from whom does she know about things like that, things which never had left the bedroom.
I beg Mary that you'll not push Jarod into intercourse before he tells you that time is up for it.
How do you know? I said, staring at her, absolutely surprised.
Let me say it's an inner sense.
I sat there, staring at her like there would be God in front of me, the holy creature the wise man.
Tell me what the McGregor Saga is Nanna, now! I said, deep voice and in a hard tone.
There is more behind all those curtains than you know and they will tell you. You have to find it out Mary now.
Your mum told you ? Well it was only a matter of time I think.
Tell me Nanna please.
I will ... would you help me with the potatoes and I will tell you the story.
Is it just a story?
No Mary it's my life. ....
I was about your age working for a rich family. The family was named McGregor, they had many factories and everything you could think of. I was working for them in the household, helping wherever I was needed. But the economical situation wasn't the best during the 20s and so they wanted me to get married. I never thought about getting married because I was working for them, not allowed to have an affaire or to marry.
I told them that I am not interested in the gardener and not into the cook, I wanted to live my own life and now being arrested, locked in the kitchen or whatever.
Like I said they had everything, the only thing they couldn't get for money were children. Lady McGregor wasn't able go get children unfortunately but they needed a heir. Firstly they wanted to adopt a child, but it didn't work – I can't remember the reason and after a couple of months and many different doctors, they asked me if I would give them a heir. I was surprised and shocked, all in once.
I think you were ... I would ... I was surprised too when I ... we found out that I am pregnant. I pelt a potato and looked at her. And?
Well I had to sleep with Lord McGregor a gorgeous and handsome guy. He was cute and tried to be a good lover. Unfortunately it didn't work the first time and after a couple of times he had been in my bed, we found out that there was more between us. He started ... well I got pregnant finally, and the little girl I gave birth to was Catherine.
You are the mother of my mum? I was surprised but happily. I hugged her tight, pulling her near me, against my heart. She stumbled something but I didn't listen. She had just nodded. It was the most wonderful surprise somebody ... Jarod could give me. He knew how to surprise me.
Suddenly I heard somebody crying, it was Jarod. He was crying, shit.
*******
I ran out the small door seeing him sitting there, being shot with something in his arms. I knelt before him as good as possible and helped him to get on his feet. I saw the red liquid running down is shoulder. He got shot. By whom?
Jarod we have to go inside.
Nanna was standing in the door, waiting for us, looking around like she would know who it had been who had shot my love.
He, holding the "thing" in his arms, leaned against me and we went inside into the kitchen. He sat down, laying the "thing" on the table. I helped him out of the jacket to have a look how deep the wound was. Slowly I opened each button of his black shirt, not noticing the "thing" on the table. Nanna was standing beside me with the first aid kid.
Who did it? she asked him. I was unable to say something. I was shocked and I didn't want him to see how sorry and worried I was.
Hell why does something like that always has to happen to us. They separated us more than once why can't they let us live our lives without pain and sorrow?
He is in pain and I could see it in his eyes. The bullet sat deep in his shoulder, one of us would have to call a doctor.
I will call a doc. I said and was on the way to the telephone.
Don't Mary, we'll have it out within a minute. It's not that deep. I know how to get it out. It was like a daily routine when my husband worked for the IRA.
So you've been married afterwards?
Oh yes, when they headed to the States and your mother was sent to her boarding school they gave me a lot of money and this was my ticket to get married.
I just nodded and helped Jarod to lay down on the table, laying the "thing" on the chair were he sat before.
Mary ... ? He said softly.
Yes Jarod, what do you want me to do. Hold your hand when she operates you?
No ... I am a strong man, not the little boy anymore.
What happened my love?
My love ... well ... Mary the Center is here too. I have been at the airport to get him, to get the last thing from the States and I think it was a huge mistake, but I couldn't let him stay there with them. He said soft, nearly whispering.
Who? And Jarod turned his head softly to the chair.
What do you mean ? I asked him.
Shit this is feeling like fire ... what's running into the wound now?
Russian vodka. Nanna said, laughing. It's a better cleaner than any medical stuff. Want a mouth full? He nodded.
This wound has to hurt badly.
I looked on the chair again and grabbed the "thing". I hold it in my arms. I felt a the "thing" moving, a soft whimpering. What's it?
Slowly I let my hand glide under the white soft cotton and I saw ... I saw ... my little brother, the Baby Brother. He was sleeping deeply in my arms in Ireland, far away from the Center.
I noticed a loud scream. Jarod. Jarod, was screaming. He was in pain. I grabbed his hand, holding it close to us, the baby and me.
Jarod how did you get him? He was now laying there with a soft smile in his lips.
Nanna covered the wound and helped him to sit up.
It will hurt a couple of days but it's not that bad, not like it looked first to me. You'll be like new in a bout 2 weeks.
Thanks Nanna. He said and placed a kiss on her cheek, she blushed shyly.
Jarod? I asked him, getting my brother out of the white cotton, just holding in tight in my arms, his head next to my heart. Tears were running down my cheeks. I couldn't believe that he had gotten him, that my brother was now here to be with me forever. Nobody would ever split us up again. You mean to much to me to let you go.
I felt his arm around my shoulder. He leaned against me and kissed my neck.
I asked Syd if he wants to help me and when I told him about my plan ... well let me say that I hadn't to ask twice. Angelo got him out of the Sub- Level and Syd brought him to a stewardess, Jenny, who took him with her to Dublin.
I cried soft and happy tears. I couldn't believe it.
He's more than he seems to be, Mary! Nanna said and went out of the kitchen to give us some minutes.
I love you for doing this for me.
I wanted to see you happy and he reminded me of us, being imprisoned for ages and he's so young and so innocent. I nodded and turned around to kiss him.
The baby was between us, between to people who love each other with every part of the heart. I love you Mary. he whispered in my ear.
You know that I love you too.
Let's change Frederick's diapers. I think he needs a change. I said and laughed.
Let me kiss you first. He said, placed his hand on my belly and let his hands brush mine, softly, getting more furious within seconds. His tongue was softly gliding into me, licking my button lip, gliding up and down my palentum.
I broke up.
Jarod, it's not the right time now. Let us bring him upstairs, bath him and let him nap a bit. He's still a baby and has baby needs. I said laughing.
I still couldn't believe it.
________________________ TBC___________________________
C: the Center is in Ireland? The baby?
I know that this is not one of my best ... but I needed a chapter to get into a new part of the story. ; - )
