Challenged, but still Unbroken
Rating: PG-13 (Just in case, for other chapters)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to NBC, Michael Crichton, and etc.- except the ones I made up!
Author's note: Before you read this story read my story "Different, but the Same." This is the sequel. It is set two years after the last story ended. I got such great reviews on that story, that I knew there had to be a continuation. Exploring the relationship between John and Randi has been a wonderful experience, and I can't wait to keep adding on to their story. This will not be the last story I plan on writing about these two, as I already have ideas for future installments. So sit back and enjoy, and do not forget to review after you read "Challenged, but still Unbroken."
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The warm southern sun shone through the gap in the drapes. John and Randi were peacefully sleeping, wrapped in one another's arms. There was silence throughout the mansion, until a small pitter-patter was heard down the hardwood hallway.
"Mama, up! Mama, Dada up!"
John and Randi woke up at the sound of two-year-old Georgia's voice. They both stretched, and John scooped up the little bundle off the floor, and playfully swung her up in between him and his wife.
"Morning, angel." John kissed his daughters forehead, which was draped in dark curls. "I think Mommy is still sleeping."
"Nope, I'm awake," Randi chirped in. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?"
The child nodded. "Hungry, Mama."
Randi smiled, and kissed her child's nose. "Okay, breakfast time."
She stood up, grabbed Georgia off the bed, and placed the child on her hip. She walked out the door of the master suite, soon followed by John. He watch mother and daughter a few steps ahead of him, and smiled. They were so much alike. Physically, Georgia looked like Randi did in the pictures from when she was a child, with the exception of her nose. Temperamentally, they were very similar as well, meaning they could both cock an attitude when necessary, and they could both get him to do anything. They both weakened his defenses.
The family entered the huge kitchen, and they were greeted by Mrs. Willi.
"Mornin' all. Did you sleep well?"
All three nodded simultaneously. The sixty two year old cook smiled, and continued her questioning.
"So what'll it be? Bacon, Sausage gravy and biscuits, eggs, pancakes-"
"Cake!" squealed the excited two year old. Randi realized that she would have to intervene.
"You want pancakes, sweetie?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Sounds good. Make it for two," her father said.
"Ok, it's a unanimous decision then. We'll all take the pancakes."
"Pancakes for three, comin' up! So when are y'all goin' back to Chicago? Today or tomorrow?"
"We'll be leaving at six this evening. I have the night shift tomorrow night, and want a while to rest before I go in."
"When are y'all plannin' to come back?"
"A month or two. Not too long."
John placed Georgia in her chair, and then sat down next to his wife. He opened the Wall Street Journal, and began to drink his coffee. Randi continued to talk with Mrs. Willi, until the breakfast was cooked, and they all began to eat. Randi helped their daughter, and managed to eat a little herself.
"Mama, good! Yummy!"
As she said this, the child picked up a piece of the pancake that was covered in maple syrup, and tossed it gracefully into her mother's ponytail. John stifled a laugh, but could hardly hide his amusement.
"Oh, crap! John, do you mind finishing with her? It seems that someone wanted Mommy to wash her hair." With that, she walked out of the kitchen. Smiling, John made an ill attempt at scolding the girl.
"Georgia, you know better than that. You don't need to throw things, especially at Mommy."
"Sorry, Dada," she said with a pout on her face. She looked up at her father with her big wide brown eyes.
"It's all right, angel. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I wasn't hungry anyway." After fifteen minutes, the child was clean, and so was her mother. Randi bounded down the stairs, and picked up the child.
"Sorry, Mama."
"It's okay, sweetie. Just don't do it anymore. You know what? Bethany said that she would take you down to the beach this morning, so that Mommy and Daddy could, um, pack. You want to go with Bethany?" Randi and John's eyes met briefly.
The child nodded, and the three went off in search of the housekeeper. They found her on the back patio, sweeping away the leaves and pine needles that fell from the trees, during the night. She looked up when she heard them coming.
"There you are, Miss Priss. Ready to go swimmin'?"
Georgia said nothing, but ran to Bethany's side, when her father sat her down.
"I'll keep her down there for an hour or so, then we'll come back and take an n-a-p. That should give ya'll time to get your stuff done. Sound good?"
"Yes. Thanks, Bethany."
"No Problem, John."
"Bye, sweetie. Bethany, don't forget the sun block!"
"I've got it right here, Randi. Y'all just relax for the last few hours of your vacation."
The couple watched their daughter and the housekeeper walk down the wooden path towards the Atlantic Ocean. John put his arm around his wife's waist, and gently pulled her back inside the mansion. They walked hand in hand upstairs, pausing momentarily to peek into Georgia's room. There were dolls on the floor, the bedding was a tangled mess, and popsicle sticks scattered on the rug. John and Randi both groaned at the sight.
John leaned against the doorframe, and Randi leaned against him, resting her head on his chest.
"This makes me unsure whether we need to try for another or not."
John wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah, but it sure is fun to try." He spun her around to face him, and kissed her lips hungrily. When they back away, all Randi could say was "It sure is."
John took her hands, and led her to the master suite, where they spent the rest of the morning together.
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"Home. Finally." Randi was the first to walk into the mansion upon the family's return to Chicago. "I'm exhausted."
"You're not the only one." John looked down at the sleeping two year old in his arms.
"I'll take her upstairs, you help Alger with the luggage."
"Okay." He kissed the top of his daughter's head, gently, so not to wake her. He handed her to his wife, and the two women in his life walked up the stairs.
"I'll take it from here Alger. Thanks for bringing them in."
"You are welcome. Um, I wanted to wait until Randi took the child upstairs. You have a visitor. In the library. She got here earlier today, and I could not convince her to wait elsewhere." The butler then turned to exit the room.
In his curiosity, John immediately walked down the corridor towards the library. His mind was racing, trying to figure out who the mystery woman was. His questions were answered as he opened the door to the spacious library. Anger and pain flared in his eyes.
"Mom."
************** DON"T FORGET TO REVIEW! *************
I love to find out your opinions of my stories, so I thrive off reviews. Please let me know what you think.
Also, If you have any ideas, feel free to let me know, either through your reviews or you can email me at short_and_sweet_4201@ yahoo.com .
Rating: PG-13 (Just in case, for other chapters)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to NBC, Michael Crichton, and etc.- except the ones I made up!
Author's note: Before you read this story read my story "Different, but the Same." This is the sequel. It is set two years after the last story ended. I got such great reviews on that story, that I knew there had to be a continuation. Exploring the relationship between John and Randi has been a wonderful experience, and I can't wait to keep adding on to their story. This will not be the last story I plan on writing about these two, as I already have ideas for future installments. So sit back and enjoy, and do not forget to review after you read "Challenged, but still Unbroken."
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The warm southern sun shone through the gap in the drapes. John and Randi were peacefully sleeping, wrapped in one another's arms. There was silence throughout the mansion, until a small pitter-patter was heard down the hardwood hallway.
"Mama, up! Mama, Dada up!"
John and Randi woke up at the sound of two-year-old Georgia's voice. They both stretched, and John scooped up the little bundle off the floor, and playfully swung her up in between him and his wife.
"Morning, angel." John kissed his daughters forehead, which was draped in dark curls. "I think Mommy is still sleeping."
"Nope, I'm awake," Randi chirped in. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?"
The child nodded. "Hungry, Mama."
Randi smiled, and kissed her child's nose. "Okay, breakfast time."
She stood up, grabbed Georgia off the bed, and placed the child on her hip. She walked out the door of the master suite, soon followed by John. He watch mother and daughter a few steps ahead of him, and smiled. They were so much alike. Physically, Georgia looked like Randi did in the pictures from when she was a child, with the exception of her nose. Temperamentally, they were very similar as well, meaning they could both cock an attitude when necessary, and they could both get him to do anything. They both weakened his defenses.
The family entered the huge kitchen, and they were greeted by Mrs. Willi.
"Mornin' all. Did you sleep well?"
All three nodded simultaneously. The sixty two year old cook smiled, and continued her questioning.
"So what'll it be? Bacon, Sausage gravy and biscuits, eggs, pancakes-"
"Cake!" squealed the excited two year old. Randi realized that she would have to intervene.
"You want pancakes, sweetie?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Sounds good. Make it for two," her father said.
"Ok, it's a unanimous decision then. We'll all take the pancakes."
"Pancakes for three, comin' up! So when are y'all goin' back to Chicago? Today or tomorrow?"
"We'll be leaving at six this evening. I have the night shift tomorrow night, and want a while to rest before I go in."
"When are y'all plannin' to come back?"
"A month or two. Not too long."
John placed Georgia in her chair, and then sat down next to his wife. He opened the Wall Street Journal, and began to drink his coffee. Randi continued to talk with Mrs. Willi, until the breakfast was cooked, and they all began to eat. Randi helped their daughter, and managed to eat a little herself.
"Mama, good! Yummy!"
As she said this, the child picked up a piece of the pancake that was covered in maple syrup, and tossed it gracefully into her mother's ponytail. John stifled a laugh, but could hardly hide his amusement.
"Oh, crap! John, do you mind finishing with her? It seems that someone wanted Mommy to wash her hair." With that, she walked out of the kitchen. Smiling, John made an ill attempt at scolding the girl.
"Georgia, you know better than that. You don't need to throw things, especially at Mommy."
"Sorry, Dada," she said with a pout on her face. She looked up at her father with her big wide brown eyes.
"It's all right, angel. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I wasn't hungry anyway." After fifteen minutes, the child was clean, and so was her mother. Randi bounded down the stairs, and picked up the child.
"Sorry, Mama."
"It's okay, sweetie. Just don't do it anymore. You know what? Bethany said that she would take you down to the beach this morning, so that Mommy and Daddy could, um, pack. You want to go with Bethany?" Randi and John's eyes met briefly.
The child nodded, and the three went off in search of the housekeeper. They found her on the back patio, sweeping away the leaves and pine needles that fell from the trees, during the night. She looked up when she heard them coming.
"There you are, Miss Priss. Ready to go swimmin'?"
Georgia said nothing, but ran to Bethany's side, when her father sat her down.
"I'll keep her down there for an hour or so, then we'll come back and take an n-a-p. That should give ya'll time to get your stuff done. Sound good?"
"Yes. Thanks, Bethany."
"No Problem, John."
"Bye, sweetie. Bethany, don't forget the sun block!"
"I've got it right here, Randi. Y'all just relax for the last few hours of your vacation."
The couple watched their daughter and the housekeeper walk down the wooden path towards the Atlantic Ocean. John put his arm around his wife's waist, and gently pulled her back inside the mansion. They walked hand in hand upstairs, pausing momentarily to peek into Georgia's room. There were dolls on the floor, the bedding was a tangled mess, and popsicle sticks scattered on the rug. John and Randi both groaned at the sight.
John leaned against the doorframe, and Randi leaned against him, resting her head on his chest.
"This makes me unsure whether we need to try for another or not."
John wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah, but it sure is fun to try." He spun her around to face him, and kissed her lips hungrily. When they back away, all Randi could say was "It sure is."
John took her hands, and led her to the master suite, where they spent the rest of the morning together.
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"Home. Finally." Randi was the first to walk into the mansion upon the family's return to Chicago. "I'm exhausted."
"You're not the only one." John looked down at the sleeping two year old in his arms.
"I'll take her upstairs, you help Alger with the luggage."
"Okay." He kissed the top of his daughter's head, gently, so not to wake her. He handed her to his wife, and the two women in his life walked up the stairs.
"I'll take it from here Alger. Thanks for bringing them in."
"You are welcome. Um, I wanted to wait until Randi took the child upstairs. You have a visitor. In the library. She got here earlier today, and I could not convince her to wait elsewhere." The butler then turned to exit the room.
In his curiosity, John immediately walked down the corridor towards the library. His mind was racing, trying to figure out who the mystery woman was. His questions were answered as he opened the door to the spacious library. Anger and pain flared in his eyes.
"Mom."
************** DON"T FORGET TO REVIEW! *************
I love to find out your opinions of my stories, so I thrive off reviews. Please let me know what you think.
Also, If you have any ideas, feel free to let me know, either through your reviews or you can email me at short_and_sweet_4201@ yahoo.com .