Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me, except for Elle and Harrison Stokes.
RK9: You figured me out! Yes, Sara and Nick will have another baby.
Everyone who reviews seems to love the twins, which is great for me because I essentially made them up. So, yay for me!
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Nick had woken up later than he was supposed to. He simply forgot that the twins had preschool at 10AM. He woke up at 9:15, and had the kids fed and dressed by 9:45. He was proud of himself. Nick didn't have enough time to iron the clothes like Sara had suggested, or rather commanded, but she figured she'd be happy as long as they got to school. He got himself dressed, and they got their at exactly 9:59AM.
When he dropped them off, Ms. DiMonda had told Nick that if Sara was coming to pick the twins up, that she should come no earlier than 12:20PM. Nick didn't think she needed to know Sara was gone, so he just told her he would be there to pick her up. Nick could see why Sara had her reservations about this teacher. While they were at school, Nick had cleaned up the house from breakfast and from the night before. At 12:20, just as Nick was walking out of the house to pick the twins up, the phone rang. He knew he couldn't answer it, but figured there was no harm in looking at the Caller ID.
He went over to the phone, and the Caller ID said "Cell Phone." Nick read the number, and recognized it as Sara's. He wondered why she would be calling at this time, her being the one telling Nick not to be late to pick the kids up. He picked up his cell phone, and went out to the Tahoe. As he pulled out of the drive-way, he dialed Sara's phone.
"Hey, Sara, did you call the house?" Nick said, fumbling with his seatbelt and trying to hold the phone to his ear.
"Yeah, I needed to talk to you." Sara said. The reception was fuzzy, with both of them being on their cell phones.
"What's wrong?" Nick said, knowing that the tone of Sara's voice was never used when she had good news.
"I won't be home on Friday. It'll probably be more like Saturday night, or Sunday morning." Sara said, pulling the receiver away from her ear, expecting Nick to yell and scream at the news. After not hearing a reaction, Sara got worried. "Nick? Hello?"
Nick had to think before answering. He didn't want to scare Sara by yelling. "That's alright, Sar. Why the delay?" Nick said, stopping at a traffic light and switching the phone to the other ear.
"We figured out the husband did kill his son, used the string on the vertical blinds in his son's room. He doesn't believe we've done all of our work properly and wants us to double-check all of our evidence. Everything, again. Warrick and I have to go back to the crime-scene tonight, and then tomorrow we'll process whatever else we find. Hopefully, Saturday we'll be able to close the case." Sara said, opening the door to her hotel room. She had to change her clothes after spilling coffee all over herself during her quick breakfast.
"Its really OK, Sara. We've been doing fine without you. We do miss you, though. Any ideas of what I can make them for dinner?" Nick said, pulling up to the preschool.
"Um, there should be some sort of pasta in the cabinet, just make that. And slice up some Italian bread. And if you want, there should be some jar of sauce right next to the pasta. You don't have to make that if you don't want to, but Harrison will probably carry on if there's no sauce." Sara said, opening her suitcase and trying to find something to match her khaki pants.
"OK, I'll ask him before I cook." Nick said, walking towards the classroom. He looked in the window, and the teacher saw him. She waved, obviously not wanting Nick to come in just yet, and went back to helping a child. "Sara, I hate their preschool teacher."
"See? I told you! She's a psycho. Why? Are you at the school right now?" Sara asked, finally settling on a blue short-sleeved blouse.
"Yep, I'm right outside the door, and she just looked and waved. I think I'm here too early." Nick looked at his watch. "Its 12:28, are those 2 minutes really all that important to them?" Nick said, with his back to the door. He turned around when he heard someone clear their throat.
"Excuse me, Mr. Stokes, but your children are ready to go home." Ms. DiMonda said, standing there, looking embarrassed. Nick figured she wasn't embarrassed for herself, but for him.
"OK, thanks. Listen Sar, I have to go get the kids. I'll call you later. Bye." And with that, Nick flipped his cell phone, ending his conversation with his wife. "Hi Ms. DiMonda, how were they today?"
"Oh, they were perfect little angels, just as they were on Tuesday. You and your wife have done a wonderful job, considering it has to be difficult for a young couple to take on twins as their first born." Nick tried to figure out if she was using something nice to secretly say something spiteful about the way he and Sara had raised their children. After not thinking of anything, he smiled politely and walked inside the classroom as Elle and Harrison cleaned up in the art center. Nick walked over to the cubby area, and picked up their jackets. Once he got their belongings, he walked over to them.
"Hey guys, how was school today?" Nick said, handing Harrison his jacket and handing Elle hers.
"It was so much fun today Daddy. Amy and I played with the Barbies she brought in from home, and she even has some I don't have. One of them had a mermaid tail and all different color hair." Elle said, putting her jacket on.
"Who cares about Barbies, Elle?" Harrison said, getting a look from Nick but continued buttoning up his jacket. Nick opted to make them wear their button up jackets instead of the ones with zippers, because they had a hard time managing zippers and Nick's back was starting to hurt him from bending over so much. "Dad, they had this really cool airplane and it made the noises of an airplane, and it had a thing that spun in the front."
"A propeller?" Nick questioned.
"Yeah, a propeller and it was so awesome." Harrison said, grabbing onto Nick's hand.
"Who cares about a properlor, Harrison?" Elle said, sticking her tongue out to him. When Harrison started running after her, she ran behind Nick's back.
"Hey, you two, cut it out. It's called a propeller, sweetie." He said, grabbing onto Elle's hand and regrapping Harrison's.
"Thank you, Ms. DiMonda. We'll see you on Tuesday." Nick said, exiting the classroom with the twins in toe.
"No problem, Mr. Stokes. They really are very well behaved, just when they're not together." She said. As Nick started walking down the hall-way, Ms. DiMonda shouted, "And yes, Mr. Stokes, those two minutes really are important to your children's development. See you Tuesday!" And with that, Ms. DiMonda was gone.
Nick looked down as his twins walked down the hall. "Do you guys really like her?"
"She's alright, Daddy." Elle said, playing with the button on her coat pocket.
"Yeah, she gives us good snacks. Today we had those crackers with the peanut butter in the middle. Mmm, they're my favorite." Harrison answered, preoccupied with his father's watch.
And with that, they were on their way to see Greg.
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Woohoo, another chapter done! Amazing 12 chapters done, I know, they haven't been so amazing that 12 should sound like a lot, but I only was going to write the one chapter. I'm happy I've continued. I don't know what I'm going to do with the next chapter, either have the visit to Greg or have Sara come home. What do you guys want?
RK9: You figured me out! Yes, Sara and Nick will have another baby.
Everyone who reviews seems to love the twins, which is great for me because I essentially made them up. So, yay for me!
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Nick had woken up later than he was supposed to. He simply forgot that the twins had preschool at 10AM. He woke up at 9:15, and had the kids fed and dressed by 9:45. He was proud of himself. Nick didn't have enough time to iron the clothes like Sara had suggested, or rather commanded, but she figured she'd be happy as long as they got to school. He got himself dressed, and they got their at exactly 9:59AM.
When he dropped them off, Ms. DiMonda had told Nick that if Sara was coming to pick the twins up, that she should come no earlier than 12:20PM. Nick didn't think she needed to know Sara was gone, so he just told her he would be there to pick her up. Nick could see why Sara had her reservations about this teacher. While they were at school, Nick had cleaned up the house from breakfast and from the night before. At 12:20, just as Nick was walking out of the house to pick the twins up, the phone rang. He knew he couldn't answer it, but figured there was no harm in looking at the Caller ID.
He went over to the phone, and the Caller ID said "Cell Phone." Nick read the number, and recognized it as Sara's. He wondered why she would be calling at this time, her being the one telling Nick not to be late to pick the kids up. He picked up his cell phone, and went out to the Tahoe. As he pulled out of the drive-way, he dialed Sara's phone.
"Hey, Sara, did you call the house?" Nick said, fumbling with his seatbelt and trying to hold the phone to his ear.
"Yeah, I needed to talk to you." Sara said. The reception was fuzzy, with both of them being on their cell phones.
"What's wrong?" Nick said, knowing that the tone of Sara's voice was never used when she had good news.
"I won't be home on Friday. It'll probably be more like Saturday night, or Sunday morning." Sara said, pulling the receiver away from her ear, expecting Nick to yell and scream at the news. After not hearing a reaction, Sara got worried. "Nick? Hello?"
Nick had to think before answering. He didn't want to scare Sara by yelling. "That's alright, Sar. Why the delay?" Nick said, stopping at a traffic light and switching the phone to the other ear.
"We figured out the husband did kill his son, used the string on the vertical blinds in his son's room. He doesn't believe we've done all of our work properly and wants us to double-check all of our evidence. Everything, again. Warrick and I have to go back to the crime-scene tonight, and then tomorrow we'll process whatever else we find. Hopefully, Saturday we'll be able to close the case." Sara said, opening the door to her hotel room. She had to change her clothes after spilling coffee all over herself during her quick breakfast.
"Its really OK, Sara. We've been doing fine without you. We do miss you, though. Any ideas of what I can make them for dinner?" Nick said, pulling up to the preschool.
"Um, there should be some sort of pasta in the cabinet, just make that. And slice up some Italian bread. And if you want, there should be some jar of sauce right next to the pasta. You don't have to make that if you don't want to, but Harrison will probably carry on if there's no sauce." Sara said, opening her suitcase and trying to find something to match her khaki pants.
"OK, I'll ask him before I cook." Nick said, walking towards the classroom. He looked in the window, and the teacher saw him. She waved, obviously not wanting Nick to come in just yet, and went back to helping a child. "Sara, I hate their preschool teacher."
"See? I told you! She's a psycho. Why? Are you at the school right now?" Sara asked, finally settling on a blue short-sleeved blouse.
"Yep, I'm right outside the door, and she just looked and waved. I think I'm here too early." Nick looked at his watch. "Its 12:28, are those 2 minutes really all that important to them?" Nick said, with his back to the door. He turned around when he heard someone clear their throat.
"Excuse me, Mr. Stokes, but your children are ready to go home." Ms. DiMonda said, standing there, looking embarrassed. Nick figured she wasn't embarrassed for herself, but for him.
"OK, thanks. Listen Sar, I have to go get the kids. I'll call you later. Bye." And with that, Nick flipped his cell phone, ending his conversation with his wife. "Hi Ms. DiMonda, how were they today?"
"Oh, they were perfect little angels, just as they were on Tuesday. You and your wife have done a wonderful job, considering it has to be difficult for a young couple to take on twins as their first born." Nick tried to figure out if she was using something nice to secretly say something spiteful about the way he and Sara had raised their children. After not thinking of anything, he smiled politely and walked inside the classroom as Elle and Harrison cleaned up in the art center. Nick walked over to the cubby area, and picked up their jackets. Once he got their belongings, he walked over to them.
"Hey guys, how was school today?" Nick said, handing Harrison his jacket and handing Elle hers.
"It was so much fun today Daddy. Amy and I played with the Barbies she brought in from home, and she even has some I don't have. One of them had a mermaid tail and all different color hair." Elle said, putting her jacket on.
"Who cares about Barbies, Elle?" Harrison said, getting a look from Nick but continued buttoning up his jacket. Nick opted to make them wear their button up jackets instead of the ones with zippers, because they had a hard time managing zippers and Nick's back was starting to hurt him from bending over so much. "Dad, they had this really cool airplane and it made the noises of an airplane, and it had a thing that spun in the front."
"A propeller?" Nick questioned.
"Yeah, a propeller and it was so awesome." Harrison said, grabbing onto Nick's hand.
"Who cares about a properlor, Harrison?" Elle said, sticking her tongue out to him. When Harrison started running after her, she ran behind Nick's back.
"Hey, you two, cut it out. It's called a propeller, sweetie." He said, grabbing onto Elle's hand and regrapping Harrison's.
"Thank you, Ms. DiMonda. We'll see you on Tuesday." Nick said, exiting the classroom with the twins in toe.
"No problem, Mr. Stokes. They really are very well behaved, just when they're not together." She said. As Nick started walking down the hall-way, Ms. DiMonda shouted, "And yes, Mr. Stokes, those two minutes really are important to your children's development. See you Tuesday!" And with that, Ms. DiMonda was gone.
Nick looked down as his twins walked down the hall. "Do you guys really like her?"
"She's alright, Daddy." Elle said, playing with the button on her coat pocket.
"Yeah, she gives us good snacks. Today we had those crackers with the peanut butter in the middle. Mmm, they're my favorite." Harrison answered, preoccupied with his father's watch.
And with that, they were on their way to see Greg.
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Woohoo, another chapter done! Amazing 12 chapters done, I know, they haven't been so amazing that 12 should sound like a lot, but I only was going to write the one chapter. I'm happy I've continued. I don't know what I'm going to do with the next chapter, either have the visit to Greg or have Sara come home. What do you guys want?