Author Note's: An enormous thanks to my beta reader Jacqueline, thanks so much for making the necessary changes. Veronica, Evil Irish Eyes, Steffi, Alekto, veggi5, Ascamelien, A.Windsor, Pam and Jaclyn. Thank you, for your reviews:) And the rest of you who are reading and are not reviewing you know what to do. I hope you all like this chapter, we have some bonding, a bit of comedy and finally we are getting closer to know who really are Darcy's parents. Yes, we are finally getting there.
I know it took me awhile to post this, but I've hardly had any time to write, this last couple of weeks had kept me busy. But hey! At least it's finally here. I'm so glad you liked the name, "Pride and Prejudice" just happens to be what I had just watched a couple of weeks ago, it seemed so cute to name him Darcy. Evil Irish Eyes &Veronica, I love Mr. Darcy too!! Colin Firth what a hotty!!! Enough! Of my usual rambling and onto this new chapter, as the title indicates this chapter deals with the glorious job of babysitting. Hope you enjoy it!!! And remember to review.
Babysitting
Chapter IV
As the glistening sunrays crept inside Marguerite's window, underneath the covers a blissfully unaware heiress began stirring in her sleep. Shutting her heavy eyelids as quickly as she had opened them, the now irritated heiress began muttering curses to herself. How much longer could she endure mornings like this? The bloody sun crept up her window every day at the same time; she would have to sacrifice some of her precious scarves, as she needed the material for a curtain. She couldn't begrudge herself a little indulgence. When it came to her beauty sleep, no one got in her way, including nature!
Shading herself from the sun, she pulled the blanket up to cover her head. Snuggling safely inside its warmth, she soon began drifting again into a peaceful slumber. From out of nowhere, her shading blanket was pulled from her face. Having been rudely awakened, her eyelids fluttered to protect her eyes from the piercing sunlight. Once again the sunrays lit her pale face. Her reaction was to immediately pull the blanket over her face. Now shaded from the harsh light, she momentarily greeted the land of nod. Again, in one swift motion, her blanket was pulled off her face.
Apparently, her sparring partner wanted to start their morning altercations a little too early. "Roxton!" She shouted, "You are going to get it for this!" She wasn't in the mood for these kinds of games. What she heard next brought her abruptly out of her resting-place. The wailing of child filled the treehouse. In an instant, Marguerite shot straight out of the bed. There right beside her was little Darcy; tears were welling up in his eyes as he stared at Marguerite in wide-eyed panic. The sight was quite distressing. "Veronica!" she shouted, but when no answer came, her eyes narrowed and she picked Darcy up. Clutching the child tightly onto her chest and patting his back lightly to soothe him, she ran to the dining room.
"Veronica!" she called again.
Much to her distress, little Darcy wept uncontrollably. His little body was stiff in her arms, and he wailed around the thumb placed firmly in his mouth.
"Malone! Roxton!" she shouted, as she turned her gaze to the men's rooms. A wave of panic crossed her pale face for a moment. Looking wildly around the room, her eyes finally alighted on a piece of paper that rested on top of the kitchen counter. Her name and Challenger's were written in big capital letters.
"What's all the commotion?" A half-dressed George Challenger rushed out of his quarters.
"It seems that we are on babysitting duty," she commented disgustedly as she slapped the note down on the counter.
"What?" He too read it.
"I can't believe they did this!" she snapped, her jaw clenched angrily. At the very same time, she tried her best to calm down the frightened child. Her hands gently stroked the child's back, and though his sobs were softer, his breaths were becoming quite shallow. He was having problems breathing.
"Challenger! Something is wrong," she said. Her worst fear was coming true. She didn't know what to do with a child, especially not when something was going wrong!
Professor George Challenger knew immediately what was wrong. Pulling the child's thumb out of his mouth would relieve him of the difficulty. "He doesn't seemed to realise," he explained as he removed Darcy's thumb from his mouth, "how difficult it is to breathe, cry and suck his thumb at the same time." It was quite logical.
A wave of relief emanated from the heiress. She had wondered if Darcy had been in the throes of a vicious childhood disease that she knew nothing about. Sheer panic had been her first reaction. Speaking in a low friendly tone, she spoke soothing words to the child. She only did what came naturally and what she had seen Veronica do, when the child became fussy. Her efforts paid off as his crying soon ceased and he relaxed, and then his little arms crept up and fastened themselves tightly around Marguerite's neck. So tightly, in fact, that Marguerite was finding it difficult to breathe. She carefully disentangled his arms and gazed at him. She had to admit it; the child looked angelic. His soft golden hair, mussed by his crying spell, stuck up in little tufts all over his head, and those sparkly green eyes looked back at her with curiosity.
"Where do you think you are going?" she asked as she spied the Professor leaving the room. "I'm not taking care of this child on my own," she informed him, but with an almost pleading manner.
Stopping in his tracks, George turned slightly back to her and motioned to his state of appearance.
Marguerite had been so preoccupied that she had failed to notice George's dishevelled state; nightshirt hanged out of his trousers, hair tousled, and furthermore, he had only one boot on. A small smile danced on the heiress' lips. "On second thought, it might be better for you to put some clothes on," she said, letting out a small chuckle so contagious that little Darcy began giggling.
Blushing slightly, George Challenger headed back to his room, but not before reassuring her of his eventual return.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me." Smiling shyly at the child, her index finger gently touched his nose; at her touch Darcy's little nose wrinkled in a playful manner and he graced her with a wide grin. Retreating to her bedroom, she proceeded to settle Darcy on her bed. Rummaging through her belonging she found her beige skirt and her violet blouse. Setting her clothes on the bed, she began to undress. "And don't you peek," she warned the child in a joking manner.
Little Darcy's hands playfully covered his face.
Buttoning the last button of her blouse, she approached Darcy. "Ok, you can look now." Sitting next to him made her feel quite awkward. She had maintained her distance these past couple of weeks. The others just didn't understand! She had never spent time with children, she wasn't sure of how to behave or how to take care of such a small child. Even more than that, she was afraid that she might inadvertently do something to hurt the little boy. "Damn you, Roxton!" she whispered in exasperation.
Little Darcy stared at her solemnly. She closed her eyes briefly and let out a breath of laughter, opening her eyes to see Darcy smiling back and raising his arms to her. Takes a child to put me back into place, she mused. Picking Darcy from the bed she headed to the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving." She sat the child on Veronica's old highchair. As she headed to light up the stove, George Challenger came up the stairs.
"Need any help?" he asked, hoping for a negative answer.
"Why George, thank you." She handed him a plate with some fruit. "For starters you can feed Darcy."
"I was thinking something along the lines of cooking breakfast," he said, trying his best to avoid the impending task.
"No, thank you, I got it!" Marguerite dashed to the kitchen.
Reluctantly George Challenger sat opposite the child. An uncertain looked crossed his face, and he gulped. His last attempt to feed Darcy had been an utter failure. Picking the fork from the plate he speared a small piece of fruit. Carefully bringing the fruit to the child's mouth, he deposited it into Darcy's mouth. A hopeful look for the child's approval crossed his face.
Darcy's face screwed into an expression of utter dislike. Spewing back the half-chewed fruit; his tiny little voice commanded, "B'nan!"
"I think you better do as he asks, I've seen what he is capable of doing," Marguerite commented in amusement. She had been unfortunate enough to be in the way when Veronica had tried to feed him something he disliked. She was afraid her blouse would never be the same. "Here!" she said, handing him the plump yellow fruit.
After peeling the fruit, George Challenger began to feed the child small pieces. The child seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. "Seems we both share a liking to the fruit," he commented as he continued feeding the child. "On the subject, a banana is the most nutritious fruit you could ever eat. It grows on a tree-like herbaceous plant, its Latin name is Musa sapientum, Mu-sa sa-pi-en-tum, mu - sa" George Challenger repeated the Latin name over and over to Darcy as he deposited more fruit into the child's mouth.
Darcy's eyes seemed to sparkle in delight as he listened to the Professor's educational lesson, his little face and hands liberally smeared with banana. Marguerite could only roll her eyes. Who could ever escape Professor George Challenger's lectures? Sitting at the other end of the table she began sipping her coffee.
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After breakfast Marguerite had agreed to take the child out. The reason she consented instead of pushing Challenger into doing it was because she needed to do some washing-her undergarments to be precise-and thought she would be able to combine the two tasks. Taking little Darcy by the hand, she headed to one of the closest ponds. Alert and ready for any signs of danger, she deliberately shortened each step with consideration to the small child, who at the moment was quite happy and seemed to enjoy her company. Eyeing him carefully, she noticed the small stick he clutched in his hand.
"Where did you get that?" Concern was evident as she snatched the object, which her adult senses identified as danger. "This is not a toy," she warned him as she threw the stick as far as she possibly could. "If you want to poke your eye out, do it in someone else's care." A harsh tone accompanied her words.
Little Darcy's eyes clouded with tears that began to spill over. Pouting, his tiny lower lip trembling, he looked up at Marguerite piteously. Looking down at him, Marguerite soon changed her mind; perhaps she had been too harsh. "I didn't mean it," she said apologetically, crouching down to look Darcy in the eyes. "It's just that you have to be careful. We don't want them to think that cousin Marguerite can't take care of you, do we?" Drying his wet cheeks, and again taking his hand, she continued her trek. From now on she would try to control her naturally flaring temper.
Arriving at her destination, she settled Darcy within a short distance of herself, somewhere safe enough where she could keep an eye on him. Sitting comfortable on top of a fallen log, she began to scrub her washing. Dipping it a couple of times inside the cool pond, she began scrubbing it with the mustard-coloured bar of soap.
Keeping an eye on the child prove to be hard work. Little Darcy ran wildly around her, circling her; his little arms spread sideways, and he was imitating the sound of an aeroplane, no doubt Malone's doing. The sweet yet irritating sound was driving her insane. Cautioning the child to be quite, she continued with her chores. It was no use. Little Darcy romped around her like an excited little puppy. "Brrrr, brrrr," he shouted.
Giving him a final warning that immediately went unnoticed, she grabbed him and settled him down underneath the tree. Taking her hat off, she placed it on the small child's head; hoping it would at least serve as some kind of distraction while she finished washing her clothes. He squealed in delight and reached up to pull the hat tighter on his head.
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About three hours away from the treehouse, crouching behind some bushes, Veronica, Roxton and Malone camouflaged themselves behind the luscious jungle greenery. They had been trying to catch dinner for the last couple of hours. Veronica had said this was a good place, full of wild boars and birds. So far, they had had no luck. They had even gone as far as building a trap, a bamboo cage. Its entrance was secured with a piece of string, which Malone was trusted with to hold onto.
"You really think it was a good idea to have left Darcy under Challenger and Marguerite's care?" Roxton couldn't help but worry. It had all been Veronica's idea. She expected them to bond, but Roxton wasn't sure that Marguerite or Challenger really wanted to bond with the little boy.
"They'll be fine. Besides, it's about time they made an effort to get to know him. Believe me, this is the only way," she responded, as she finished eating the remaining berries they had picked up along the way.
"I don't know, Marguerite seems determined to avoid anything to do with him."
"I'm sure they are having the time of their lives, he's such a sweet child!"
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Back at the pond, Marguerite was working hard on the dark stained muddy patches that now covered her once pristine undergarments. The foamy soap was slowly but surely removing much of the grime. Wiping her brow, she was startled as a flying object passed over her head and landed in the pond. Her brown hat slowly began sinking. Behind her little Darcy giggled, as he waved goodbye to the brunette's favourite hat. "Bye, bye."
"Darcy!" She immediately reached to grab the hat before it sunk deeper, but she lost her footing on the soap-slimed rocks and fell into the water.
I have had enough, her insides screamed as she came out of the water. An irritated, soaking wet Marguerite made her way out of the pond. "Ok, if is games you want you can play with Uncle George." Furiously she began putting away her washing. Looking down for her favourite camisole, she couldn't find it anywhere. "Don't tell me..." Her face dropped as she saw where it was. Little Darcy held to her favourite camisole, but it was no longer white, oh no! The child had dunked it in a puddle of mud and was waving the sodden mess cheerfully around like a flag.
She took a deep breath to build up as much patience as possible, then she approached the little devil. "Darcy, can Marguerite please have her clothes back?" she asked politely.
Little Darcy's face lit up with mischief, and instead of handing the garment back, he began to run around her.
In her anger, she began chasing the child, which did nothing but give Darcy the upper hand. Realising her mistake, she stopped in her tracks. "Darcy! I'm going to count to three, if you don't give me back my clothes, I'm going..." No! She would not finish her sentence; it would only make it worse. Ignoring him, she began walking away. She had not taken five paces when a tiny hand tugged at her skirt. Handing her the muddy undergarments, Darcy then held tightly to her hand. Obviously the child had been taught wisely. It was unsafe to stay in the jungle alone and he had realised what was going to happen if he didn't do as he was asked. Well, at least that's what she was hoping he would think. Either that, or Darcy was simply bored with the game.
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"I think we got one," Ned Malone whispered back to his companions, as their intended prey entered their trap. The wild boar ate furiously at the scraps they had thrown inside the cage. As he let go of the rope, the cage door fell shut, shutting the enclosure. The trio shared a satisfied, hard-earned smiled, but it quickly vanished, as it was apparent that the boar was not the only creature that they had attracted. The roaring of a fast approaching T-Rex could be heard.
"Oh, no! This time we are getting what we came for," Roxton exclaimed. The chagrined looking hunter jumped in the bushes to grab the cage, Malone closely following him. Grabbing unto both sides the three explorers ran for their lives, a hungry T-Rex on their trail.
"We won't have a chance carrying this thing," screamed Veronica. "Just give him want he wants!"
"There!" Malone pointed to a cave.
Running for their safety, Roxton and Malone refusing to drop the prize they had worked hard for; the trio barely made it in before the ferocious T-Rex snapped his jaw at the cave entrance, missing Veronica by inches.
"Satisfied?" she scolded as she regained her breath.
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Tapping her feet furiously inside the lift, the annoyed heiress vented her frustration on the absent trio. The "sweet innocent child" had not only managed to ruin her favourite camisole, but she hadn't even finished her washing! Flustered she stepped out of the lift.
"What happened to you?" George Challenger inquired after the welfare of his damp and slightly dripping friend.
"Darcy, that's what happened to me." She motioned to the angelic-looking child that now clung to her right leg. "All I wanted to do... was wash my clothes in peace, but no, it wasn't to be. Not when you're out with that... little terror. Look what he did with my camisole." She waved the filthy item as evidence. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to finish my washing, in peace." Leaving Challenger to take care of the child, she retired to her bedroom to change her clothes before going back to the pond.
Staring questionably at the child George Challenger took him under his wing.
Behind the flask, test tubes and unfinished experiments, George Challenger worked feverishly on his experiments. He only stopped now and then, to make sure little Darcy was all right behind the portable little fence Roxton had constructed. Staring at the wide-eyed child, who sat contentedly in a corner of the room, his serious facade soon turned into a happy one. Watching little Darcy played with the wand Dame Alice had left lifted up his spirits. He had been such a fool. Not only he had not welcomed the child, but he had been hiding behind his work to avoid dealing with the child. While he hid away, his other house companions had grown so much closer, not only with their friendship but also with the child itself. He really didn't know why Marguerite had complained about Darcy, he was the sweetest child, very obedient, not once had he misbehaved.
Diverting his gaze, he continued with his work. Not long had he been at it when he heard a little whimper from the corner. Darcy had grown tired of the wand, and his little arms reached out over the fence, pleaded for the scientist to lift him up. "You want to help me?" Challenger asked.
Darcy immediately responded with a brilliant smile. "I'm glad someone is interested in my work." Complying with the child's wishes, he picked him up and settled him on a chair near the worktable. "We'll start with something simple." Eagerly he proceeded to pour a white substance into a test tube, Darcy watching contentedly with his thumb again in his mouth.
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An hour later an irritated Veronica made her way out of the cramped cave. Malone and Roxton soon followed.
"That was too close. We'd better get moving before he decides to come back."
"At least we made out with dinner," Roxton commented, gesturing at the angry boar. His roguish grin lit up his face in a flash.
"Good, because I don't think I could have survived another week, eating just nuts and fruits." Malone responded. He was immediately contrite. He did enjoy the meat, but he hadn't meant to put their lives at risk.
Veronica just heaved a deep sight at her two fellow companions. She had had enough for one day. "You two done chatting? Because I want to get home, before our good friend the T-Rex decides to try again." Half annoyed, she took the lead.
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After spending half the day with Darcy, George Challenger finally grew tired. He appreciated his company but he had enough for the day. Stepping out of the lab, he grabbed Darcy's hand to help him up the stairs. Slowly reaching the top he called for his fellow explorer. " Marguerite!" he called as he entered the kitchen.
"Is dinner ready?" she asked as she exited her room.
"I thought it was your turn to cook."
"Not bloody likely," she retorted.
He immediately covered Darcy's ears. "I think you better watch your language, we don't want the child to..."
"I get the point, but you don't seriously expect me to cook?"
"I suppose you're right, heavens knows you might even give us food poisoning." he joked. "Just boil some vegetables, mash them..."
"And then we see if you are still alive by the end of it." She finished his sentence ruefully. It was a fact that she was no chef; nearly all of her attempts had been disasters, and the few that were edible she could not figure out how to repeat.
"Well, we'll see. It can be that bad." He reconsidered his words. Well, it could. He had seen and tasted most of Marguerite's attempts at the culinary arts, and to say the least, like his good wife, she was better out of the kitchen. But this time it couldn't go wrong. It was vegetables and a small piece of raptor, which they reserved for the little chap. The child couldn't live on vegetables alone. Settling Darcy on top of the carpet, he handed him his blocks and he sat down near the child. He needed to rest his eyes for a while.
The needed rest soon turned into a half an hour nap, which gave the heiress some private time to observe the child. She had lost count of the many attempts he had done to construct his tower. He still didn't give up; he kept trying.
Approaching the child, she sat down next to him. "Why don't we try building a pyramid? Here, I'll show you." She took the small block from his hands and began building one. All the while Darcy stared at her every move attentively. Placing the last block, she stood to admire her work. Little Darcy clapped his hands vigorously. But it soon came to an end as his foot collided with the structure, sending it crashing to the ground.
To Marguerite's surprise he didn't cry; instead, he proceeded to build a pyramid of his own. Leaving him to it, she headed back to the kitchen. She had learned the hard way that it was best to remain in the kitchen until dinner was ready. Otherwise it would be well done enough to be inedible. After she finished seasoning the raptor meat, her eyes caught the most amazing sight. Finally, she understood the satisfaction that Malone, Roxton and Veronica took in observing the child. Little Darcy had finished his pyramid. A small tear trickled down her face, but this time it was tear of happiness. Wiping it as quickly as it had come down, she noticed that the Professor was wide-awake.
"That's smells wonderful." George paid his compliment as he walked over and tasted some of the vegetables. " Not to bland, not too hard, just right."
"Thank you, George. I'm glad someone appreciates my efforts. Let's just hope that fussball over there likes it."
"I'm sure it'll be fine," he reassured her. "Should I sit him down?"
She nodded. After making sure she mashed all the vegetables, she continued to cut the meat into tiny pieces. Each piece was measured for such a tiny little mouth. Satisfied with the outcome, she headed towards Darcy, who contentedly banged his spoon against the table. Taking a seat in front of the child, she looked at him questionably. Filling the spoon with some mashed vegetables and meat, she stopped short. "How's that juice coming?" she asked the professor.
"Done." He placed a glass filled with an orange liquid in the table. "Didn't put too much sugar, we don't want to rot his baby teeth."
"I think you better feed him," he said, motioning toward the child, whose little hands were extended and almost reaching the food-filled spoon.
An awkward smiled played on her lips. Unsure of the reception, she fed Darcy his first spoonful. The boy accepted his dinner without a fuss, and chewed each bite slowly, giving Marguerite enough time to eat as well.
Watching the odd occurrence from across the table, George Challenger marvelled. Who would have thought that Marguerite was capable of cooking a meal? Most of her attempts always ended in failure. She either burned them, undercooked them, or just prepared something completely inedible. Now she had made an edible meal, and there was more. He had watched Marguerite as she taught the child how to build the pyramid; he had also seen the tear. He had too learnt a lot from the child today. He didn't detest children as much as he thought he would. The little boy had been clinging to his every word. He wasn't really that much of a burden.
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The retreating form of Marguerite made her way inside a small room, her arms laden with various fancy glass bottles. Her gaze fell immediately in the small tub that lay within the small room. Setting down the bottles on a small table, she studied them carefully before deciding on the purple one. Approaching the filled tub, she proceeded to pour the white gooey liquid into the warm water, and steamed scent greeted her senses. Immersing her hands in the warm water, she began working on the bubbles, vigorously shaking her hand, and eliciting waves in the small container. Bubbles began forming. The white foam began filling the bathtub rapidly. Smiling broadly she stood up and disappeared out of the room for some seconds, re-entering the room with two towels. Setting them down on the table she called for George, who was at the moment entertaining Darcy before his bath.
George Challenger entered the room immediately, Darcy in his arms. Handing the child to Marguerite he retreated as quickly as he had entered.
Marguerite smiled broadly at Darcy. Kneeling down to his level, she began undressing the little boy. Removing his last clothing, she lifted the child up and deposited him in the tub. Darcy seemed to enjoy it immensely. Almost immediately his little hands began splashing her with water. Retreating back she held her hands in front of her trying her best to avoid the showering water; having failed without a doubt, she now joined in the fun by splashing the child back. He went into a fit of giggles at her actions. "OK, that's enough, we can't stay here all day, we wouldn't want you to get all wrinkly like a prune." Grabbing the small towel, she began to the laborious task of cleaning him. Once done she began shampooing his fine hair. Some of her expensive shampoo was used; it was a measure of the regard she was beginning to feel for the child that she used it. She usually reserved for special occasions. Especially when she knew she was going to be spending time with that special someone.
"All done," she said as she poured the remaining water from the bucket on his hair. She carefully stood him up and nimbly wrapped him tightly inside the towel, and then she headed to back to her bedroom. She had found a pair of pyjamas in Veronica's bedroom. Putting them on little Darcy, she began brushing his blond hair.
"It's getting kind of late. Uncle John, Uncle Ned and Auntie Veronica should have been back by now." A worried look crossed her tired features.
"Roni - ca," Darcy repeated between strokes, and reached his hand up to gently pat Marguerite's cheek.
Marguerite let out a small chuckled at the child repeated Veronica's name. If Darcy had problems saying Veronica's name, she imagined that her name would be impossible to pronounce. Settling Darcy inside the covers, she headed to find her own pyjamas. She had already changed twice, and she couldn't afford to get more clothes dirty. Changing quickly into her nightgown, she looked back at the weary child. The day's excitement had left him tired. Rubbing his little eyes he yawned. Slipping quickly into her robe, she picked up the child and headed back to the living room.
"We can wait for Uncle John, Ned and Veronica here," she said as she reclined against the sofa. Little Darcy snuggled himself into her lap and rested his head on her chest, popping his thumb into his mouth. "Looks like Grandpa Challenger has done a good job cleaning the kitchen, we'll show them that I'm perfectly capable of taking care of a child."
Responding with a yawn, his little sleepy eyes stared back at her.
"I suppose you want me to read you a story," she said. "Seeing as we are both comfortably settled down, how about if I'll tell you one of my favourites?" His snuggling closer to her was more than an answer. She picked up the blanket that rested on the back of the seat and wrapped the light cloth around the little boy. "Once upon a time, there was this little girl, who lived with some wicked stepsisters..." Not long after she had started, both Darcy and Marguerite fell into a peaceful slumber in the midst of the visit of the fairy godmother. Marguerite's chest was falling and rising in synchronisation with Darcy's breathing.
Standing on top of the stairs, a bemused Challenger smiled approvingly. He had come to see how she was getting on. By the look of it, the two of them were more than fine. Threading his way carefully around the sleeping pair, he placed the now fallen blanket on top of the two angelic creatures. Slightly backing away, he silently thanked the trio for having allowed a foolish old man to get acquainted with such a bright child. With one final glance he headed back to his lab. His senses failed to detect the intruder, a long visible shadow on the far corner of the balcony.
Casually the silent figure made its way inside the living room. Not longer protected by the darkness of the ascending night, it became visibly apparent it was a woman. A pair of brown leather boots covered her shapely legs, and her long blonde hair tumbled all the way down to her waist. Her outfit was made of leather. Her mini skirt swung left to right as she crept closer to her intended target. In all the weeks she had been watching them she hadn't expected to find Jason under the care of the brunette she had fought at their farcical, would-be induction. From her observations she would have been the last person to warm up to the child. Brushing the boy's sandy blond hair, she prepared to extract the child without causing any disturbance. At her touch, she heard the sound of the mechanical machine that carried the explorers up and down to the various levels of the treehouse. Hesitant on whether to take the risk, she stopped to consider her options.
To be continued...
I know, I know more you want to know who's the father is, but I can't help it. It's taken me so long to finish this chapter. It's just that once I get new ideas is back to the drawing board, the finish product it's way different from what I'd intended at the beginning. I've change this chapter so much, that the first draft it's totally a different story. So it might be a while until the fourth one, all your question will be answer, I promise;) Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter. Don't forget to review.
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