Please see the disclaimer in Ch. 3. This chapter is by AngieBaby. The
readability is just a little strange, but I did the best I could to
"translate" AngieBaby's font to "make sense" for Microsoft Word, which is
the program that seems to work best in the ff.net world. Please forgive us
if your eyes have to adjust a little!
Ch. 4 by AngieBaby:
It was after dinner and Estelle and Monica were enjoying the chocolate
sundaes that Andrew had whipped up for desert. Out of the two of them, Andrew
had always been the better cook. And although it didn't take much to put ice
cream in a bowl, Andrew's always seemed to taste better to her. She looked
across the table and noticed that Andrew was smiling at her. Her eyes locked
with his for a few moments. Estelle spoke up just then and Monica turned her
gaze towards her, as did Andrew.
"Well that dinner was delicious. Thank you both." She said and stifled a
yawn. She glanced at her wristwatch, and with a little bit of surprise in her
voice, announced the time.
"It's 8:30 and I think that I should get these old bones of mine to bed
soon." She said with a laugh. Monica smiled.
"Allow us to clean up the kitchen. You've had a long day and it's the least
we can do." Monica chirped. Andrew smiled at her and she again felt the same
warmness in her heart as she had earlier. She closed her eyes for a moment
and let the feeling pass, not really knowing what it was. She got up from the
table and followed Andrew, who was heading into the kitchen. She snuck up
behind him and whispered in his ear,
"The sundaes were delicious, Andy." He jumped a mile into the air, then
turned around with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"You scared me." He said with a laugh. She giggled.
"I know. That was the whole point." She looked around her at the mountain of
dishes that were piled up next to the sink and sighed. "So what do you think,
you wanna clean the kitchen?" She asked. He pursed his lips and nodded his
head.
"OK." He said. She laughed, then turned around and headed out the door.
"I'll be seeing you." She said, trying hard not to burst out laughing. But he
was too quick. Before she was halfway to the door, his arms were around her
waist from behind and were pulling her back towards the sink.
"Not so fast, Angel GIrl." He scolded playfully. "We made this mess together,
we clean it together." He said, not missing the sour, pouting look that
crossed her pretty features. He laughed and soon, they were both both
laughing so hard that their sides ached.
"OK. Enough playing around. We need to clean." Andrew said after catching his
breath. Monica frowned.
"But we were having soooo much fun." She whined. He started to giggle again,
but stopped him self before it got out of control.
"Seriously Moni. Dishes are waiting patiently to be cleaned." He said with a
chuckle. She nodded with a grin. Andrew picked up a bowl and ran it under hot
water to try and loosen some if the gunk that was stuck to it.
"So what do you think of Estelle, Andrew?" Monica asked with a raised
eyebrow.
"She seems like a really nice old lady. Reminds me of Tess." He said with a
smirk. She smiled and nodded, but her smile was soon replaced with a look of
dislike.
"I just wish her kids would come and visit her. It makes me so mad that they
just ignore her like that. I mean, she may not have that long to live and
they don't even seem to care." Monica said with a frown, her eyebrows
furrowed. Andrew almost laughed at the serious look on her face, but held it
in.
"C'mon. We should finish." He said. She nodded. They washed dishes in silence
for about 10 minutes. All the while, Monica kept thinking that she should
give Estelle's kids a talking to about spending time with their mother. Or
better yet, Tess. She always got people to listen. While Monica thought,
Andrew watched her think. She looked so funny, with that look on her face
that said she was deep in thought. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he
cupped his hands and filled them with the warm, soapy water that still
lingered in the sink. He took aim, and fired. The tiny bit of water that made
it's way from his hands to Monica's head, was enough. She gasped and then
turned her eyes towards Andrew, who had put his head down and continued to
wash the dish that he had started.
"Andrew!?" She shouted. He looked up at her, nodded his head once, and then
looked down again to hide his smile. She tried to get angry, but it was no
use. She burst out laughing and soon, they had a full fledge water fight
happening.
"I'm gonna get you back, you just wait!" Monica said to Andrew as she chased
after him in the large, spacious kitchen. She grabbed a cup and filled it
with water. She tossed the water out of the cup and it splashed squarely in
the middle of his back. Soon, the floor of the kitchen looked like it had
rained inside. Monica splashed one last cup full of water at Andrew and
missed him by a mile, but the puddle that she made caused Andrew to slip and
he came crashing down to floor and landed in a heap. Monica was sliding from
the water on the floor and couldn't stop in time and her feet ran into Andrew
and she landed in a heap on top of him. They both were laughing
uncontrollably in the middle of the drenched kitchen.
Estelle heard some funny noises and people shrieking from upstairs, so she
decided to see what was going on. She arrived just in time to see Monica
falling over Andrew, tangled up among them selves. She raised an eyebrow and
glanced around the kitchen, a small smile playing on her lips. She cleared
her throat and both angels in human form glanced up sharply.
"Having fun?" She asked with amusement in her voice. Monica threw a dazzling
smile Estelle's way and nodded her head enthusiastically.
"We took the liberty of washing more than just the dishes." She said with a
grin. Estelle nodded.
"I see." She said with a smile."Well you kids have fun." With a nod of her
head, she exited the kitchen and headed back upstairs. Andrew glanced back at
Monica and tried hard not to burst out laughing again.
"Do you suppose we're done cleaning yet, Andrew?" She asked with a fake pout.
He nodded.
"I do." He smiled a sly smile and while she wasn't looking, placed his hands
right under her arms and tickled her gently. She shrieked with laughter, and
smacked him playfully on the shoulder. He smiled and brought his hands away
from her. He moved to get up but noticed that Monica was still sitting leaned
up against him. She sighed.
"I never knew cleaning a floor could be so much fun." She said her voice
filled with optimism. Andrew chuckled, moved himself from under her and up
onto his feet. He held out his hand and she grabbed onto it tight and Andrew
pulled her to her feet. Her eyes locked onto his for a few seconds. He looked
away and sighed.
"Maybe we should get changed. Wet clothes aren't very much fun." He said.
Monica nodded and smiled. She moved away from him, jogged up the stairs and
into he room. She pulled a pair of flannel pajamas from her dresser drawer
and threw them onto her bed, then went into the bathroom. She splashed some
cold water on her face and brushed her teeth.
15 minutes later she skipped down the stairs and spotted Andrew sitting
comfortably on the sofa, reading a book. He glanced up and noticed her just
standing there.
"Feel better?" He asked. She nodded.
"Can I sit with you?" She asked, with wide, innocent eyes. He nodded and
patted the sofa next to him, gesturing for her to sit. She smiled.
She sat down and snuggled against him, resting her head gingerly on his
shoulder. Andrew sighed. With Monica curled up next to him, with her head on
his shoulder, a feeling that he never felt before crept over him. It was like
a small tug at his heart. He looked to her eyes, which were closed with
contentment, and a warm, tingly feeling spread from his head to the very tips
of his toes. What was this?
Ch. 4 by AngieBaby:
It was after dinner and Estelle and Monica were enjoying the chocolate
sundaes that Andrew had whipped up for desert. Out of the two of them, Andrew
had always been the better cook. And although it didn't take much to put ice
cream in a bowl, Andrew's always seemed to taste better to her. She looked
across the table and noticed that Andrew was smiling at her. Her eyes locked
with his for a few moments. Estelle spoke up just then and Monica turned her
gaze towards her, as did Andrew.
"Well that dinner was delicious. Thank you both." She said and stifled a
yawn. She glanced at her wristwatch, and with a little bit of surprise in her
voice, announced the time.
"It's 8:30 and I think that I should get these old bones of mine to bed
soon." She said with a laugh. Monica smiled.
"Allow us to clean up the kitchen. You've had a long day and it's the least
we can do." Monica chirped. Andrew smiled at her and she again felt the same
warmness in her heart as she had earlier. She closed her eyes for a moment
and let the feeling pass, not really knowing what it was. She got up from the
table and followed Andrew, who was heading into the kitchen. She snuck up
behind him and whispered in his ear,
"The sundaes were delicious, Andy." He jumped a mile into the air, then
turned around with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"You scared me." He said with a laugh. She giggled.
"I know. That was the whole point." She looked around her at the mountain of
dishes that were piled up next to the sink and sighed. "So what do you think,
you wanna clean the kitchen?" She asked. He pursed his lips and nodded his
head.
"OK." He said. She laughed, then turned around and headed out the door.
"I'll be seeing you." She said, trying hard not to burst out laughing. But he
was too quick. Before she was halfway to the door, his arms were around her
waist from behind and were pulling her back towards the sink.
"Not so fast, Angel GIrl." He scolded playfully. "We made this mess together,
we clean it together." He said, not missing the sour, pouting look that
crossed her pretty features. He laughed and soon, they were both both
laughing so hard that their sides ached.
"OK. Enough playing around. We need to clean." Andrew said after catching his
breath. Monica frowned.
"But we were having soooo much fun." She whined. He started to giggle again,
but stopped him self before it got out of control.
"Seriously Moni. Dishes are waiting patiently to be cleaned." He said with a
chuckle. She nodded with a grin. Andrew picked up a bowl and ran it under hot
water to try and loosen some if the gunk that was stuck to it.
"So what do you think of Estelle, Andrew?" Monica asked with a raised
eyebrow.
"She seems like a really nice old lady. Reminds me of Tess." He said with a
smirk. She smiled and nodded, but her smile was soon replaced with a look of
dislike.
"I just wish her kids would come and visit her. It makes me so mad that they
just ignore her like that. I mean, she may not have that long to live and
they don't even seem to care." Monica said with a frown, her eyebrows
furrowed. Andrew almost laughed at the serious look on her face, but held it
in.
"C'mon. We should finish." He said. She nodded. They washed dishes in silence
for about 10 minutes. All the while, Monica kept thinking that she should
give Estelle's kids a talking to about spending time with their mother. Or
better yet, Tess. She always got people to listen. While Monica thought,
Andrew watched her think. She looked so funny, with that look on her face
that said she was deep in thought. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he
cupped his hands and filled them with the warm, soapy water that still
lingered in the sink. He took aim, and fired. The tiny bit of water that made
it's way from his hands to Monica's head, was enough. She gasped and then
turned her eyes towards Andrew, who had put his head down and continued to
wash the dish that he had started.
"Andrew!?" She shouted. He looked up at her, nodded his head once, and then
looked down again to hide his smile. She tried to get angry, but it was no
use. She burst out laughing and soon, they had a full fledge water fight
happening.
"I'm gonna get you back, you just wait!" Monica said to Andrew as she chased
after him in the large, spacious kitchen. She grabbed a cup and filled it
with water. She tossed the water out of the cup and it splashed squarely in
the middle of his back. Soon, the floor of the kitchen looked like it had
rained inside. Monica splashed one last cup full of water at Andrew and
missed him by a mile, but the puddle that she made caused Andrew to slip and
he came crashing down to floor and landed in a heap. Monica was sliding from
the water on the floor and couldn't stop in time and her feet ran into Andrew
and she landed in a heap on top of him. They both were laughing
uncontrollably in the middle of the drenched kitchen.
Estelle heard some funny noises and people shrieking from upstairs, so she
decided to see what was going on. She arrived just in time to see Monica
falling over Andrew, tangled up among them selves. She raised an eyebrow and
glanced around the kitchen, a small smile playing on her lips. She cleared
her throat and both angels in human form glanced up sharply.
"Having fun?" She asked with amusement in her voice. Monica threw a dazzling
smile Estelle's way and nodded her head enthusiastically.
"We took the liberty of washing more than just the dishes." She said with a
grin. Estelle nodded.
"I see." She said with a smile."Well you kids have fun." With a nod of her
head, she exited the kitchen and headed back upstairs. Andrew glanced back at
Monica and tried hard not to burst out laughing again.
"Do you suppose we're done cleaning yet, Andrew?" She asked with a fake pout.
He nodded.
"I do." He smiled a sly smile and while she wasn't looking, placed his hands
right under her arms and tickled her gently. She shrieked with laughter, and
smacked him playfully on the shoulder. He smiled and brought his hands away
from her. He moved to get up but noticed that Monica was still sitting leaned
up against him. She sighed.
"I never knew cleaning a floor could be so much fun." She said her voice
filled with optimism. Andrew chuckled, moved himself from under her and up
onto his feet. He held out his hand and she grabbed onto it tight and Andrew
pulled her to her feet. Her eyes locked onto his for a few seconds. He looked
away and sighed.
"Maybe we should get changed. Wet clothes aren't very much fun." He said.
Monica nodded and smiled. She moved away from him, jogged up the stairs and
into he room. She pulled a pair of flannel pajamas from her dresser drawer
and threw them onto her bed, then went into the bathroom. She splashed some
cold water on her face and brushed her teeth.
15 minutes later she skipped down the stairs and spotted Andrew sitting
comfortably on the sofa, reading a book. He glanced up and noticed her just
standing there.
"Feel better?" He asked. She nodded.
"Can I sit with you?" She asked, with wide, innocent eyes. He nodded and
patted the sofa next to him, gesturing for her to sit. She smiled.
She sat down and snuggled against him, resting her head gingerly on his
shoulder. Andrew sighed. With Monica curled up next to him, with her head on
his shoulder, a feeling that he never felt before crept over him. It was like
a small tug at his heart. He looked to her eyes, which were closed with
contentment, and a warm, tingly feeling spread from his head to the very tips
of his toes. What was this?