"Hey, Daddy. Ready to go?" Mackie asked her father as he walked in the
house with the news paper in his sweatpants and t-shirt. He looked blankly
at his daughter.
Mackie stared right back. She was dressed in sweat-capris and a softball t- shirt, and was holding a baseball bat.
Tristan smacked his head.
"Oh my gosh, Mack, I totally forgot!" He said, running up the steps.
He entered his room and saw Rory sitting on the bed with the baby, reading. She looked up as he ran in.
"Mackie….softball…cages….forgot…" He said, flying into the huge closet they shared.
Rory just smiled at her flustered husband as he ran out of sight. She walked into the bathroom, right next to the walk-in, to wash her face and get ready for the day. They were going to have a family portrait done later that day. As she washed her face, she thought she heard hushed voice coming from the closet.
Intrigued, she put down her washcloth and slowly walked toward the door.
"I told you, I can't meet you today….I'm sorry, I know we didn't get to do much last night, but I have to work to keep this a secret from Rory as it is…I can't stay out late with you after blowing off the kids. Yeah, I'll call you tonight when I can get away….Rory can't find out about this." Tristan whispered into his cell.
Rory edged back into the bathroom, shutting the door. She sat down on the closed toilet, putting her face in her hands, and crying. She turned on the shower, and got in under the streaming hot jets. She heard Tristan running around the room, trying to get together.
"Bye Ror--see you later…Love you." He said leaning around the door of the bathroom and blowing her a kiss.
She put on a good face, and blew one back, all the while thinking 'You jerk….you lying jerk…'
When she got out of the shower, and got T.J. and Gracie dressed. She had special outfits for the family portrait, but she knew how her kids dirtied clothes. She was better of waiting.
She settled the two in the playroom with toys, and went across the hall to the bathroom, where Lana was blow drying her long brown hair. She looked up to see her mom, and smiled as she continued to blow dry it.
"Mom, do you think I should braid it or leave it down?" Lana said, turning to look at her hair at all angles, up and down.
Rory smiled. "I'd put it in a French braid…with your highlights, you hair looks so pretty pulled back on the sides."
"Will you help me?" Lana said, looking up at her mom.
Rory nodded, and Lana sat backwards on the toilet as Rory began braiding her smooth strands.
"So, excited about your date tomorrow?" Rory said, pulling up another piece of hair.
Rory laughed at Lana's bright eyed smile in the mirror.
"Totally…I just hope I don't embarrass myself." She said, laughing nervously.
"You won't…just don't talk with your mouth full, let me do your make-up, don't make stupid jokes, and finally the most important of all rules…" Rory said. "Eat a full meal before you go!"
Both girls broke out in peals of laughter.
"What's so funny?" A sweaty Tristan leaned on the door frame.
Rory immediately stiffened.
"Oh, nothing Daddy…just some girl talk. Mom's giving me hints for my date tomorrow." Lana said.
A smile didn't cross his lips, but it was dancing in his eyes as he continued. "Oh, I can think of a few…no kissing, no holding hands, no eye contact?"
"Yeah right Daddy…" Lana said, turning her attention back to the mirror where Rory was just finishing up.
"There you go Kid…do you have your clothes?" Rory said.
"Yeah mom…and I like the white and khaki theme this year…very cute." She said, walking out of the bathroom.
Rory walked stiffly past Tristan. "You'd better get a shower...we have pictures in an hour and a half, and Mackie still needs a shower."
"Yeah, ok…Rory, is something wrong?" He said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She half turned, tempted to say something. She knew she should be the trophy wife, and 'smile sweetly, give a kiss, and push all worries out of his sweet little head, because poor Tristan works so hard.' But she couldn't...not with what she knew. She shook her head.
"Ok…if you say so.." He said, walking toward the bathroom.
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Mackie stared right back. She was dressed in sweat-capris and a softball t- shirt, and was holding a baseball bat.
Tristan smacked his head.
"Oh my gosh, Mack, I totally forgot!" He said, running up the steps.
He entered his room and saw Rory sitting on the bed with the baby, reading. She looked up as he ran in.
"Mackie….softball…cages….forgot…" He said, flying into the huge closet they shared.
Rory just smiled at her flustered husband as he ran out of sight. She walked into the bathroom, right next to the walk-in, to wash her face and get ready for the day. They were going to have a family portrait done later that day. As she washed her face, she thought she heard hushed voice coming from the closet.
Intrigued, she put down her washcloth and slowly walked toward the door.
"I told you, I can't meet you today….I'm sorry, I know we didn't get to do much last night, but I have to work to keep this a secret from Rory as it is…I can't stay out late with you after blowing off the kids. Yeah, I'll call you tonight when I can get away….Rory can't find out about this." Tristan whispered into his cell.
Rory edged back into the bathroom, shutting the door. She sat down on the closed toilet, putting her face in her hands, and crying. She turned on the shower, and got in under the streaming hot jets. She heard Tristan running around the room, trying to get together.
"Bye Ror--see you later…Love you." He said leaning around the door of the bathroom and blowing her a kiss.
She put on a good face, and blew one back, all the while thinking 'You jerk….you lying jerk…'
When she got out of the shower, and got T.J. and Gracie dressed. She had special outfits for the family portrait, but she knew how her kids dirtied clothes. She was better of waiting.
She settled the two in the playroom with toys, and went across the hall to the bathroom, where Lana was blow drying her long brown hair. She looked up to see her mom, and smiled as she continued to blow dry it.
"Mom, do you think I should braid it or leave it down?" Lana said, turning to look at her hair at all angles, up and down.
Rory smiled. "I'd put it in a French braid…with your highlights, you hair looks so pretty pulled back on the sides."
"Will you help me?" Lana said, looking up at her mom.
Rory nodded, and Lana sat backwards on the toilet as Rory began braiding her smooth strands.
"So, excited about your date tomorrow?" Rory said, pulling up another piece of hair.
Rory laughed at Lana's bright eyed smile in the mirror.
"Totally…I just hope I don't embarrass myself." She said, laughing nervously.
"You won't…just don't talk with your mouth full, let me do your make-up, don't make stupid jokes, and finally the most important of all rules…" Rory said. "Eat a full meal before you go!"
Both girls broke out in peals of laughter.
"What's so funny?" A sweaty Tristan leaned on the door frame.
Rory immediately stiffened.
"Oh, nothing Daddy…just some girl talk. Mom's giving me hints for my date tomorrow." Lana said.
A smile didn't cross his lips, but it was dancing in his eyes as he continued. "Oh, I can think of a few…no kissing, no holding hands, no eye contact?"
"Yeah right Daddy…" Lana said, turning her attention back to the mirror where Rory was just finishing up.
"There you go Kid…do you have your clothes?" Rory said.
"Yeah mom…and I like the white and khaki theme this year…very cute." She said, walking out of the bathroom.
Rory walked stiffly past Tristan. "You'd better get a shower...we have pictures in an hour and a half, and Mackie still needs a shower."
"Yeah, ok…Rory, is something wrong?" He said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She half turned, tempted to say something. She knew she should be the trophy wife, and 'smile sweetly, give a kiss, and push all worries out of his sweet little head, because poor Tristan works so hard.' But she couldn't...not with what she knew. She shook her head.
"Ok…if you say so.." He said, walking toward the bathroom.
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~Abby