The Honeymooners
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?
"Uncle Luka!" Caroline shrieked and tumbled into him, almost making him spill his coffee in her hair. She'd gotten taller since he'd been gone.
"Hi!" he greeted her, "How are you?"
"Uncle Luka!" This time the excited yell could not be termed a shriek, because it was much deeper. Luka was somewhat surprised. Frederic sounded just like his dad.
"Frederic, how did things go while I was gone?" he asked the young man, who was also growing rapidly. Caroline's sixteenth birthday was next month, and Frederic was nearing fifteen too. They were both dressed for school, of which Luka believed there was only a couple more days of.
"Tell us about the Congo, Uncle Luka! What did you do? Was it hard? Was it hot? Was it stinky? Did you meet any of those guerilla men?" They both attacked him with questions, and him with no shirt on and a half cup of coffee in his hand.
"Whoa! Whoa! Aren't you guys going to be late for school?" he asked, peeling himself from between the two of them and setting his dangerous cup of very hot coffee down on the bar/counter.
"When did you get back, Uncle Luka? You weren't supposed to be back for another 2 and a half weeks!" Caroline asked, ignoring his question. Luka laughed at her enthusiasm. Her english was much better, even since he left, about a month and a half ago, to do some work in the Congo again. Frederic's was noticably improved as well.
"I got back last night" he answered, finding a box of cereal from a cupboard and putting it on the counter for them.
"And you didn't wake us?!" Frederic asked indignantly, pulling two bowls down for he and his sister.
"It was late" their Uncle replied.
"Morning!" a cheerful greeting came from the stairs. Ria was coming down, wearing the top half of his pajamas and a pair of shorts that just peeked out underneath, pinning that lustrous hair of hers up.
"Aunt Ria, Uncle Luka's home!" Frederic told her excitedly, obviously over looking the fact that the man was standing right there.
"I know" Ria replied with a lazy smile, a smile Luka had never seen before. It made his insides twitch. She crossed the kitchen in her bare feet and he swung an arm around her as they kissed.
"Morning" she said again, this time more quietly, more seductivly. Her breath was still sweet, despite it being morning.
"Ailleen will be so excited!" Caroline said through a full mouth, obviously worried about the time now. Luka couldn't wait to see his youngest, sure she would have changed tremendously in the past 6 weeks, as children her age tended to do. He pulled the cup of tea he'd made for his wife out of the microwave and handed it to her. She blew on it and took a sip. The spring morning sunlight was shining through the sliding glass doors, highlighting her profile and the hair piled on top of her head like the moonlight had the night before. Her breasts lifted slightly as she brought the cup up to her mouth, and Luka was facinated by how the muscles in her delicate throat moved as she swallowed. He suddenly shook himself before anything could happen he might live to regret. He simply watched as Ria got the two older kids ready and out the door, where their friend Gregory was waiting for them.
"Hey, Dr. Kovac, you're back!" the young man called from the sidewalk, spotting him before Ria could close the door. He waved back, not sure the boy would see.
"Well, he certainly grew up" Luka said.
"Hadn't you noticed?" Ria asked innocently as they made their way back to the family room and curled up on the couch. Luka had got tons of letters and pictures from the three members of his family that could write. Ria's handwriting was strong, but elegant, just like the woman herself. Carolines was....well girly in Luka's opinion, but easy to read. She had written mostly in English, suplimenting with Croatian when she couldn't figure out the English. Frederic had written mostly in Croatian, using English when he knew it. They had all sent pictures, Ria of Ailleen and the kids doing innocuous household things, the kids of their school play and sports games. He'd treasured each of the letters.
They sat in the living room, not doing anything, for about half an hour before Luka realized Ria had fallen asleep. He didn't move, relishing the feel of her. He had two weeks with her before he had to get back to life. 14 days and, even better, 14 nights. Not to himself though, a pity. Then an idea struck him. Two and a half years, a little longer, they'd been married now. And they'd never gone on a honeymoon. A grave disjustice to Ria to be sure...yes. They needed a honeymoon. Now. While he had the time.
As soon as she woke up that is.
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?
"Uncle Luka!" Caroline shrieked and tumbled into him, almost making him spill his coffee in her hair. She'd gotten taller since he'd been gone.
"Hi!" he greeted her, "How are you?"
"Uncle Luka!" This time the excited yell could not be termed a shriek, because it was much deeper. Luka was somewhat surprised. Frederic sounded just like his dad.
"Frederic, how did things go while I was gone?" he asked the young man, who was also growing rapidly. Caroline's sixteenth birthday was next month, and Frederic was nearing fifteen too. They were both dressed for school, of which Luka believed there was only a couple more days of.
"Tell us about the Congo, Uncle Luka! What did you do? Was it hard? Was it hot? Was it stinky? Did you meet any of those guerilla men?" They both attacked him with questions, and him with no shirt on and a half cup of coffee in his hand.
"Whoa! Whoa! Aren't you guys going to be late for school?" he asked, peeling himself from between the two of them and setting his dangerous cup of very hot coffee down on the bar/counter.
"When did you get back, Uncle Luka? You weren't supposed to be back for another 2 and a half weeks!" Caroline asked, ignoring his question. Luka laughed at her enthusiasm. Her english was much better, even since he left, about a month and a half ago, to do some work in the Congo again. Frederic's was noticably improved as well.
"I got back last night" he answered, finding a box of cereal from a cupboard and putting it on the counter for them.
"And you didn't wake us?!" Frederic asked indignantly, pulling two bowls down for he and his sister.
"It was late" their Uncle replied.
"Morning!" a cheerful greeting came from the stairs. Ria was coming down, wearing the top half of his pajamas and a pair of shorts that just peeked out underneath, pinning that lustrous hair of hers up.
"Aunt Ria, Uncle Luka's home!" Frederic told her excitedly, obviously over looking the fact that the man was standing right there.
"I know" Ria replied with a lazy smile, a smile Luka had never seen before. It made his insides twitch. She crossed the kitchen in her bare feet and he swung an arm around her as they kissed.
"Morning" she said again, this time more quietly, more seductivly. Her breath was still sweet, despite it being morning.
"Ailleen will be so excited!" Caroline said through a full mouth, obviously worried about the time now. Luka couldn't wait to see his youngest, sure she would have changed tremendously in the past 6 weeks, as children her age tended to do. He pulled the cup of tea he'd made for his wife out of the microwave and handed it to her. She blew on it and took a sip. The spring morning sunlight was shining through the sliding glass doors, highlighting her profile and the hair piled on top of her head like the moonlight had the night before. Her breasts lifted slightly as she brought the cup up to her mouth, and Luka was facinated by how the muscles in her delicate throat moved as she swallowed. He suddenly shook himself before anything could happen he might live to regret. He simply watched as Ria got the two older kids ready and out the door, where their friend Gregory was waiting for them.
"Hey, Dr. Kovac, you're back!" the young man called from the sidewalk, spotting him before Ria could close the door. He waved back, not sure the boy would see.
"Well, he certainly grew up" Luka said.
"Hadn't you noticed?" Ria asked innocently as they made their way back to the family room and curled up on the couch. Luka had got tons of letters and pictures from the three members of his family that could write. Ria's handwriting was strong, but elegant, just like the woman herself. Carolines was....well girly in Luka's opinion, but easy to read. She had written mostly in English, suplimenting with Croatian when she couldn't figure out the English. Frederic had written mostly in Croatian, using English when he knew it. They had all sent pictures, Ria of Ailleen and the kids doing innocuous household things, the kids of their school play and sports games. He'd treasured each of the letters.
They sat in the living room, not doing anything, for about half an hour before Luka realized Ria had fallen asleep. He didn't move, relishing the feel of her. He had two weeks with her before he had to get back to life. 14 days and, even better, 14 nights. Not to himself though, a pity. Then an idea struck him. Two and a half years, a little longer, they'd been married now. And they'd never gone on a honeymoon. A grave disjustice to Ria to be sure...yes. They needed a honeymoon. Now. While he had the time.
As soon as she woke up that is.