The Alternate Daughter
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
His alarm clock started ringing in his ear and he batted at it. He missed, but the ringing stopped none the less. He moaned appreciativly and rolled over. The other side of his bed was cold, but he couldn't remember why that wasn't right. He heard a door click. Suddenly he sat up straight. Ria. Where was Ria? He jumped out of bed threw open the door. He could see her in the kitchen, doing something at the stove.
"Good morning" she said brightly, "Or rather, good afternoon. I suppose working the night shift is odd" He realxed as he realized she wasn't hurt, or worse, gone. He came down the stairs slowly.
"It's not really. You get used to it." He stood behind her, looking over her head at what she was preparing, "What're you making?"
"White sauce. I hope you like chicken and pasta" she answered brightly, pouring in a can of mushrooms.
"You don't have to make me food" he told her gently, thinking she probably felt she owed him something.
"And you don't have to eat it" she replied. He laughed and went upstairs to take a shower. When he came back down, a delicious looking plate of chicken and pasta in mushroom sauce awaited him on the table. Ria was already eating.
"It's still hot" she told him as he took a bite.
"It's wonderful" he said sincerly. She laughed and kept eating. Luca wondered what she was thinking, and then wondered what he was thinking.
"What time do you go to work?" she asked absently.
"Um...I have to be in at eight" he answered. She glanced at the clock and, seeing it was about six, nodded.
"Okay, I can be ready by then" she said. His head snapped up.
"Ready for what?"
"To go, of course. Unless you want a pregnant woman in your bed again tonight"
" I do" This time it was her turn to stop eating and snap her head up.
"Oh?"
"I.....I still don't think you should be by yourself. I think you should stay for at least another couple days" he answered, lowering his head again so he wouldn't have to look at her. He could feel her eyes drilling holes in his head and wondered what she saw there, because he sure didn't know what was going on in his head. Finally she went back to eating.
"Hey, it's your place. You just let me know when you want me to go, and I'm gone" she answered. Luca wondered when he might be willing to let her leave, and then he wondered why he'd used the word "willing".
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
His alarm clock started ringing in his ear and he batted at it. He missed, but the ringing stopped none the less. He moaned appreciativly and rolled over. The other side of his bed was cold, but he couldn't remember why that wasn't right. He heard a door click. Suddenly he sat up straight. Ria. Where was Ria? He jumped out of bed threw open the door. He could see her in the kitchen, doing something at the stove.
"Good morning" she said brightly, "Or rather, good afternoon. I suppose working the night shift is odd" He realxed as he realized she wasn't hurt, or worse, gone. He came down the stairs slowly.
"It's not really. You get used to it." He stood behind her, looking over her head at what she was preparing, "What're you making?"
"White sauce. I hope you like chicken and pasta" she answered brightly, pouring in a can of mushrooms.
"You don't have to make me food" he told her gently, thinking she probably felt she owed him something.
"And you don't have to eat it" she replied. He laughed and went upstairs to take a shower. When he came back down, a delicious looking plate of chicken and pasta in mushroom sauce awaited him on the table. Ria was already eating.
"It's still hot" she told him as he took a bite.
"It's wonderful" he said sincerly. She laughed and kept eating. Luca wondered what she was thinking, and then wondered what he was thinking.
"What time do you go to work?" she asked absently.
"Um...I have to be in at eight" he answered. She glanced at the clock and, seeing it was about six, nodded.
"Okay, I can be ready by then" she said. His head snapped up.
"Ready for what?"
"To go, of course. Unless you want a pregnant woman in your bed again tonight"
" I do" This time it was her turn to stop eating and snap her head up.
"Oh?"
"I.....I still don't think you should be by yourself. I think you should stay for at least another couple days" he answered, lowering his head again so he wouldn't have to look at her. He could feel her eyes drilling holes in his head and wondered what she saw there, because he sure didn't know what was going on in his head. Finally she went back to eating.
"Hey, it's your place. You just let me know when you want me to go, and I'm gone" she answered. Luca wondered when he might be willing to let her leave, and then he wondered why he'd used the word "willing".