A/N
I want to apologize for the extremely long delay... I've been hooked on Band of Brothers, an HBO miniseries about WWII. Then I got stuck with P2P and went back to watching BOB. Please, please please forgive me :).
Jester Fraser, a 'spat' is a fight.
Well, I hope you enjoy...
The fight started because Rick was worried and Evelyn was irritated.
A week prior, the doctor informed Evelyn that she should take things easy for the remainder of her pregnancy because her baby would come any day. Rick took the doctor's instructions to mean Evelyn should to stay in bed until the baby was born. Evelyn took the doctor's instructions to mean she should take things easy and stop waddling around the museum so much. She should, instead, have Hamid do those things that required her to have to do a lot of waddling around. And maybe she would only work until noon each day and then come home and rest for the remainder of the day.
The Monday morning after Evelyn was instructed to take things easy, she and Rick had a bit of a tug of war. She wanted to go to the museum and he wanted her to stay home - in bed. Against his better judgement, he let her go to work. She worked the entire day and neglected to have Hamid help her out more. By the end of that day, Evelyn was exhausted.
The next morning, Rick put up a fuss and Evelyn promised that she would call him or Jonathan at noon to come and pick her up and she would go home for the rest of the day. At 1 o'clock, Rick showed up at the museum with a frown on his face.
"Honey, I'm sorry" Evelyn said when he walked into her office. "Things just got a little busy. We received a shipment in today and I just couldn't leave it undone."
Rick was not happy and ended up staying at the museum for another two hours before taking Evelyn home to be baby sat by Jonathan.
For the next two days, Rick had to come to the museum and practically drag Evelyn home.
On Friday, in the wee hours just past midnight, Evelyn was awakened by a discomforting cramp. It lasted for only a few seconds and Evelyn lay there and waited to see if it would happen again. When it did not, she eventually dosed back to sleep.
Every hour, though, nagging cramps woke Evelyn and she would wait for the gush of water the doctor told her would come. While she waited for the dam to break, she would fall back to sleep.
Evelyn never did wake Rick because the doctor had mentioned to her that a lot of men lost their head during the birthing process and it would probably be best to alert him at the last possible moment.
When the sun finally rose, Evelyn was cranky and tired, but she rolled herself on her side, swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She looked at herself in the mirror and though tired, Evelyn was looking forward to going to the museum because it would keep her mind off the pending birth of her baby.
The birth of her baby.
That was something that scared Evelyn. The cramps she experienced during the night forced Evelyn to face the fact that she would soon be a mother. A new mother who had no idea how to take care of a baby. Oh how she wished her own mother was alive to help her through the scary, unknown process of childbirth and motherhood.
Evelyn shook her head. She was not going to think about her fear. She would keep busy and when it was time for the baby to come, he would come and there would be nothing she could do about it.
So why sit and worry about the unknown, Evelyn thought.
If she sat there staring at herself she would do just that - worry. So she pushed herself up from the bed and slowly waddled over to the closet. After pulling a lightweight dress from its hanger and under things from her bureau, Evelyn waddled out of the bedroom.
Rick slowly opened his eyes as Evelyn shut the bureau drawer. He watched with a frown as she slowly made her way out of the bedroom. He could tell by the way Evelyn moved that she was exhausted. He decided then and there that he would put his foot down and inform his wife that she would be staying home. She would not be going to the museum. She would not see the inside of the museum until after the baby was born.
After lying in bed for several minutes waiting for Evelyn to come back into the bedroom, Rick needed to answer nature's call. He went down to Jonathan's lavatory and when he got back to the bedroom, Evelyn was still in their bathroom. After Rick pulled out shirt, pants and underwear, he headed back to Jonathan's lavatory for his morning washing. By the time he got back to the bedroom, Evelyn had already gone downstairs.
"Hon" Rick said when he walked into the kitchen.
"Good Morning" Evelyn, who was standing at the stove scrambling eggs, said.
"You're not going to the museum today" he said in a casual but dictatorial voice as he walked up behind her and kissed her cheek.
"WHAT!" Evelyn turned when she realized just what he said, not liking his highhanded tone of voice.
"You're not going to the museum today" he said matter-of-factly as he grabbed the two plates on the counter and talked over to the table.
"Pardon me" Evelyn bit out after she turned toward him with her hand on her hip.
She was already irritable. And now she was quickly becoming irate.
"You're staying home" Rick said as he set the plates on the table. "You look beat. I never should have let you keep working after the doc said you should take it easy..."
"Just one minute!" Evelyn said. "You never should have LET me..."
"Evelyn" Rick turned to her, his own ire rising, knowing that the fight was beginning. "The doctor said you should take things easy" he said deliberately. "And you haven't been" he said in an accusing voice. "I'm puttin' my foot down. You're staying home and following the doctor's orders. And that's that."
Evelyn's eyes crossed. She was instantly angry with him. Who did he think he was?
"And just WHO" Evelyn shouted as she waddled over to him. "Do you think you are! 'Putting your foot down!'" she said, mimicking his American ascent. "Giving me orders as if I'm one of your Legionnaire soldiers and declaring 'that's that'!!?"
"Evelyn" Rick said in a warning voice. "I said you're not going! AND you're not going!! And I mean that!" Rick yelled.
Rick towered over Evelyn and glared down at her. Evelyn, not intimidated by Rick's menacing towering, did not shrink back but returned her own glare.
"WHO do you think you are...!!" Evelyn, seeing red, yelled her question again.
"You know exactly who I am" Rick bit out sarcastically. "I am NOT taking you to that museum! You ARE NOT going to that museum! You are staying home! And that's FINAL!"
"R e a l l y?!!" the words oozed out of Evelyn's mouth in a cutting tone.
Rick did not answer but simply glared at her with a triumphant smirk on his face.
"We'll see about that!" Evelyn declared through gritted as she turned back to the stove and turned the eggs off.
"And Jonathan isn't taking you either!" Rick said, correctly anticipating her next move.
Evelyn wanted to throw the hot eggs in his face for guessing her next maneuver.
"If I want my brother to take me to the museum" Evelyn said as she turned to Rick and gave him an evil look. "HE WILL take me!!"
"No the hell he won't!" Rick returned. "Not if he wants to live!"
"You are such a bully!!" Evelyn retorted heatedly, knowing that Jonathan would kowtow to Rick's strong-arm tactics. "BUT I" she informed him as she began to waddle toward the kitchen door. "Will not be bullied!!"
"I mean it Evelyn!" Rick said as she waddled past him. "You're NOT going to that goddamn museum!!"
Evelyn ignored Rick and kept waddling. By the time she got to the foot of the stairs, she heard Rick coming up behind her. Then she saw him sweep past her and take the stairs two at a time. When she was half way up the stairs, she heard Rick calling Jonathan's name.
'Blast the scoundrel!' she thought as she continued up the stairs. He had beaten her to Jonathan and no doubt he was threatening Jonathan's life if he took her to the museum. When Evelyn made it to the top of the stairs, another nagging cramp came but Evelyn's mind was preoccupied with how to kill her husband and she paid little attention to the discomfort.
By the time Evelyn made it to their bedroom door, Rick was coming down the hall from Jonathan's room. Evelyn sneered at him before going into the bedroom and slamming the door. When Rick got to the door, he heard the click of the door being locked.
"I'll be home around one" Rick informed Evelyn through the closed door before turning and walking away.
Meanwhile, Evelyn was waddling back and forth in the bedroom. She was furious at Rick for keeping her prisoner in her own home. She needed to get out. She needed to keep her mind occupied on other things and going to the museum would help her do that.
How dare he tell her what she could and could not do! How dare he!!
Second by second, Evelyn's ire rose until she let out a piecing scream out of pure frustration. When her lungs were depleted of breath, Evelyn sucked in more air and let out another scream of frustration. By the end of her third scream, Evelyn was feeling a bit exhausted and sat down on the bed and let out tears of frustration.
Moments later, there came a knock at the door.
"Evy" Jonathan's sympathetic voice was heard through the door. "Are you OK?"
The sympathy in his voice was not missed by Evelyn. Maybe she could talk Jonathan into taking her to the museum, even if just for an hour.
"Jonathan" she moaned in a pitiful voice as she struggled to get to her feet.
When she opened the door, Jonathan stood with a concerned look on his face.
"What's troubling you old mum?" he asked in a tender voice as he chucked her beneath her chin.
"That scoundrel of a man thinks he can keep me prisoner in my own home!"
"I take it you're referring to that American scoundrel O'Connell" Jonathan teased.
"He's horrible Jonathan!" Evelyn said as she stomped her foot.
"Well old mum" Jonathan laughed. "You married him."
"It's not funny Jonathan!" Evelyn frowned. "He's a beast!!"
"A beast you just happen to love" Jonathan grinned.
"OH shut up Jonathan!" Evelyn snapped, then turned and began waddling back over to the bed.
"Evy" Jonathan said as he followed her over to the bed. "He's just looking out for you" he said as he watched her sit down on the bed.
"I do not need looking after" Evelyn retorted bitterly. "I'm not a helpless child!"
Jonathan agreed. She was not a helpless child. However, he did think she needed someone to look out for her. And he was glad it was O'Connell doing the looking.
"He's just worried about you" Jonathan said as he sat down on the bed next to Evelyn.
Evelyn knew that was the case but she still wanted to get out of the house.
"Jonathan..." Evelyn turned to him.
"No" Jonathan said immediately, knowing what she was about to ask. "No Evy. O'Connell will KILL me in a very unpleasant way if I take you to the museum."
"I can not believe you're such a coward" Evelyn frowned, know that her brother was a bit of a coward. "He will not kill you."
"OH yes" Jonathan shook his head. "Oh yes he will."
"He will not Jonathan. And you know it!" she said in disgust.
"He will" Jonathan said with confidence. "You didn't see the look on his face Evy. He was serious. Quite serious."
"I can't believe you'd side with that bully over your own sister!"
"Evy" Jonathan exclaimed. "I want to live to see my nephew or niece."
"He is NOT going to kill you!!"
"Maybe not" Jonathan conceded. "But he will torture me. Said he's turn me over to some of those heathen desert dwellers and I hear they are a ruthless bunch."
"Jonathan" Evelyn said as she pushed herself up from the bed. "I want to go to the museum. And you're taking me."
"Evy please" Jonathan said, noting the determination in her voice. "O'Connell will have my head if I do" he said as he stood up.
"Jonathan. I am your sister. I am family. And you're suppose to be loyal to me!" Evelyn said as tears of frustration began to fill her eyes.
"Evy" Jonathan, weakening with her tears, said. "He's just worried about you. He wants you to stay home and rest."
"I want to go to the museum" Evelyn said as tears slid down her cheek.
"Evy..." Jonathan began.
"Please Jonathan" Evelyn begged. "I'd just like to do a few things and get a few books. We can be back here within 2 hours."
Jonathan hesitated. Obey O'Connell or take his weeping, pregnant sister to the museum. Any sane person would do the former but... Evy was his sister. His only sister. And seeing her cry...
"Alright Evy" Jonathan consented. "But only for ONE hour. O'Connell said he'd be home around one and I'm not taking ANY chances that he'll beat us back here."
"Thank you Jonathan" Evelyn smiled, then hugged him around his neck.
"Well, let's get a move on then" Jonathan said when Evelyn did not let go of his neck immediately.
Evelyn released his neck and let him go. Jonathan rushed back to his room to get dressed. When he got downstairs, Evelyn was waiting for him.
"Alright" Jonathan said as he walked up to Evelyn. "Let's go so we can get back."
I want to apologize for the extremely long delay... I've been hooked on Band of Brothers, an HBO miniseries about WWII. Then I got stuck with P2P and went back to watching BOB. Please, please please forgive me :).
Jester Fraser, a 'spat' is a fight.
Well, I hope you enjoy...
The fight started because Rick was worried and Evelyn was irritated.
A week prior, the doctor informed Evelyn that she should take things easy for the remainder of her pregnancy because her baby would come any day. Rick took the doctor's instructions to mean Evelyn should to stay in bed until the baby was born. Evelyn took the doctor's instructions to mean she should take things easy and stop waddling around the museum so much. She should, instead, have Hamid do those things that required her to have to do a lot of waddling around. And maybe she would only work until noon each day and then come home and rest for the remainder of the day.
The Monday morning after Evelyn was instructed to take things easy, she and Rick had a bit of a tug of war. She wanted to go to the museum and he wanted her to stay home - in bed. Against his better judgement, he let her go to work. She worked the entire day and neglected to have Hamid help her out more. By the end of that day, Evelyn was exhausted.
The next morning, Rick put up a fuss and Evelyn promised that she would call him or Jonathan at noon to come and pick her up and she would go home for the rest of the day. At 1 o'clock, Rick showed up at the museum with a frown on his face.
"Honey, I'm sorry" Evelyn said when he walked into her office. "Things just got a little busy. We received a shipment in today and I just couldn't leave it undone."
Rick was not happy and ended up staying at the museum for another two hours before taking Evelyn home to be baby sat by Jonathan.
For the next two days, Rick had to come to the museum and practically drag Evelyn home.
On Friday, in the wee hours just past midnight, Evelyn was awakened by a discomforting cramp. It lasted for only a few seconds and Evelyn lay there and waited to see if it would happen again. When it did not, she eventually dosed back to sleep.
Every hour, though, nagging cramps woke Evelyn and she would wait for the gush of water the doctor told her would come. While she waited for the dam to break, she would fall back to sleep.
Evelyn never did wake Rick because the doctor had mentioned to her that a lot of men lost their head during the birthing process and it would probably be best to alert him at the last possible moment.
When the sun finally rose, Evelyn was cranky and tired, but she rolled herself on her side, swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She looked at herself in the mirror and though tired, Evelyn was looking forward to going to the museum because it would keep her mind off the pending birth of her baby.
The birth of her baby.
That was something that scared Evelyn. The cramps she experienced during the night forced Evelyn to face the fact that she would soon be a mother. A new mother who had no idea how to take care of a baby. Oh how she wished her own mother was alive to help her through the scary, unknown process of childbirth and motherhood.
Evelyn shook her head. She was not going to think about her fear. She would keep busy and when it was time for the baby to come, he would come and there would be nothing she could do about it.
So why sit and worry about the unknown, Evelyn thought.
If she sat there staring at herself she would do just that - worry. So she pushed herself up from the bed and slowly waddled over to the closet. After pulling a lightweight dress from its hanger and under things from her bureau, Evelyn waddled out of the bedroom.
Rick slowly opened his eyes as Evelyn shut the bureau drawer. He watched with a frown as she slowly made her way out of the bedroom. He could tell by the way Evelyn moved that she was exhausted. He decided then and there that he would put his foot down and inform his wife that she would be staying home. She would not be going to the museum. She would not see the inside of the museum until after the baby was born.
After lying in bed for several minutes waiting for Evelyn to come back into the bedroom, Rick needed to answer nature's call. He went down to Jonathan's lavatory and when he got back to the bedroom, Evelyn was still in their bathroom. After Rick pulled out shirt, pants and underwear, he headed back to Jonathan's lavatory for his morning washing. By the time he got back to the bedroom, Evelyn had already gone downstairs.
"Hon" Rick said when he walked into the kitchen.
"Good Morning" Evelyn, who was standing at the stove scrambling eggs, said.
"You're not going to the museum today" he said in a casual but dictatorial voice as he walked up behind her and kissed her cheek.
"WHAT!" Evelyn turned when she realized just what he said, not liking his highhanded tone of voice.
"You're not going to the museum today" he said matter-of-factly as he grabbed the two plates on the counter and talked over to the table.
"Pardon me" Evelyn bit out after she turned toward him with her hand on her hip.
She was already irritable. And now she was quickly becoming irate.
"You're staying home" Rick said as he set the plates on the table. "You look beat. I never should have let you keep working after the doc said you should take it easy..."
"Just one minute!" Evelyn said. "You never should have LET me..."
"Evelyn" Rick turned to her, his own ire rising, knowing that the fight was beginning. "The doctor said you should take things easy" he said deliberately. "And you haven't been" he said in an accusing voice. "I'm puttin' my foot down. You're staying home and following the doctor's orders. And that's that."
Evelyn's eyes crossed. She was instantly angry with him. Who did he think he was?
"And just WHO" Evelyn shouted as she waddled over to him. "Do you think you are! 'Putting your foot down!'" she said, mimicking his American ascent. "Giving me orders as if I'm one of your Legionnaire soldiers and declaring 'that's that'!!?"
"Evelyn" Rick said in a warning voice. "I said you're not going! AND you're not going!! And I mean that!" Rick yelled.
Rick towered over Evelyn and glared down at her. Evelyn, not intimidated by Rick's menacing towering, did not shrink back but returned her own glare.
"WHO do you think you are...!!" Evelyn, seeing red, yelled her question again.
"You know exactly who I am" Rick bit out sarcastically. "I am NOT taking you to that museum! You ARE NOT going to that museum! You are staying home! And that's FINAL!"
"R e a l l y?!!" the words oozed out of Evelyn's mouth in a cutting tone.
Rick did not answer but simply glared at her with a triumphant smirk on his face.
"We'll see about that!" Evelyn declared through gritted as she turned back to the stove and turned the eggs off.
"And Jonathan isn't taking you either!" Rick said, correctly anticipating her next move.
Evelyn wanted to throw the hot eggs in his face for guessing her next maneuver.
"If I want my brother to take me to the museum" Evelyn said as she turned to Rick and gave him an evil look. "HE WILL take me!!"
"No the hell he won't!" Rick returned. "Not if he wants to live!"
"You are such a bully!!" Evelyn retorted heatedly, knowing that Jonathan would kowtow to Rick's strong-arm tactics. "BUT I" she informed him as she began to waddle toward the kitchen door. "Will not be bullied!!"
"I mean it Evelyn!" Rick said as she waddled past him. "You're NOT going to that goddamn museum!!"
Evelyn ignored Rick and kept waddling. By the time she got to the foot of the stairs, she heard Rick coming up behind her. Then she saw him sweep past her and take the stairs two at a time. When she was half way up the stairs, she heard Rick calling Jonathan's name.
'Blast the scoundrel!' she thought as she continued up the stairs. He had beaten her to Jonathan and no doubt he was threatening Jonathan's life if he took her to the museum. When Evelyn made it to the top of the stairs, another nagging cramp came but Evelyn's mind was preoccupied with how to kill her husband and she paid little attention to the discomfort.
By the time Evelyn made it to their bedroom door, Rick was coming down the hall from Jonathan's room. Evelyn sneered at him before going into the bedroom and slamming the door. When Rick got to the door, he heard the click of the door being locked.
"I'll be home around one" Rick informed Evelyn through the closed door before turning and walking away.
Meanwhile, Evelyn was waddling back and forth in the bedroom. She was furious at Rick for keeping her prisoner in her own home. She needed to get out. She needed to keep her mind occupied on other things and going to the museum would help her do that.
How dare he tell her what she could and could not do! How dare he!!
Second by second, Evelyn's ire rose until she let out a piecing scream out of pure frustration. When her lungs were depleted of breath, Evelyn sucked in more air and let out another scream of frustration. By the end of her third scream, Evelyn was feeling a bit exhausted and sat down on the bed and let out tears of frustration.
Moments later, there came a knock at the door.
"Evy" Jonathan's sympathetic voice was heard through the door. "Are you OK?"
The sympathy in his voice was not missed by Evelyn. Maybe she could talk Jonathan into taking her to the museum, even if just for an hour.
"Jonathan" she moaned in a pitiful voice as she struggled to get to her feet.
When she opened the door, Jonathan stood with a concerned look on his face.
"What's troubling you old mum?" he asked in a tender voice as he chucked her beneath her chin.
"That scoundrel of a man thinks he can keep me prisoner in my own home!"
"I take it you're referring to that American scoundrel O'Connell" Jonathan teased.
"He's horrible Jonathan!" Evelyn said as she stomped her foot.
"Well old mum" Jonathan laughed. "You married him."
"It's not funny Jonathan!" Evelyn frowned. "He's a beast!!"
"A beast you just happen to love" Jonathan grinned.
"OH shut up Jonathan!" Evelyn snapped, then turned and began waddling back over to the bed.
"Evy" Jonathan said as he followed her over to the bed. "He's just looking out for you" he said as he watched her sit down on the bed.
"I do not need looking after" Evelyn retorted bitterly. "I'm not a helpless child!"
Jonathan agreed. She was not a helpless child. However, he did think she needed someone to look out for her. And he was glad it was O'Connell doing the looking.
"He's just worried about you" Jonathan said as he sat down on the bed next to Evelyn.
Evelyn knew that was the case but she still wanted to get out of the house.
"Jonathan..." Evelyn turned to him.
"No" Jonathan said immediately, knowing what she was about to ask. "No Evy. O'Connell will KILL me in a very unpleasant way if I take you to the museum."
"I can not believe you're such a coward" Evelyn frowned, know that her brother was a bit of a coward. "He will not kill you."
"OH yes" Jonathan shook his head. "Oh yes he will."
"He will not Jonathan. And you know it!" she said in disgust.
"He will" Jonathan said with confidence. "You didn't see the look on his face Evy. He was serious. Quite serious."
"I can't believe you'd side with that bully over your own sister!"
"Evy" Jonathan exclaimed. "I want to live to see my nephew or niece."
"He is NOT going to kill you!!"
"Maybe not" Jonathan conceded. "But he will torture me. Said he's turn me over to some of those heathen desert dwellers and I hear they are a ruthless bunch."
"Jonathan" Evelyn said as she pushed herself up from the bed. "I want to go to the museum. And you're taking me."
"Evy please" Jonathan said, noting the determination in her voice. "O'Connell will have my head if I do" he said as he stood up.
"Jonathan. I am your sister. I am family. And you're suppose to be loyal to me!" Evelyn said as tears of frustration began to fill her eyes.
"Evy" Jonathan, weakening with her tears, said. "He's just worried about you. He wants you to stay home and rest."
"I want to go to the museum" Evelyn said as tears slid down her cheek.
"Evy..." Jonathan began.
"Please Jonathan" Evelyn begged. "I'd just like to do a few things and get a few books. We can be back here within 2 hours."
Jonathan hesitated. Obey O'Connell or take his weeping, pregnant sister to the museum. Any sane person would do the former but... Evy was his sister. His only sister. And seeing her cry...
"Alright Evy" Jonathan consented. "But only for ONE hour. O'Connell said he'd be home around one and I'm not taking ANY chances that he'll beat us back here."
"Thank you Jonathan" Evelyn smiled, then hugged him around his neck.
"Well, let's get a move on then" Jonathan said when Evelyn did not let go of his neck immediately.
Evelyn released his neck and let him go. Jonathan rushed back to his room to get dressed. When he got downstairs, Evelyn was waiting for him.
"Alright" Jonathan said as he walked up to Evelyn. "Let's go so we can get back."