Building Up Unexpected Relationships
Rated PG-PG13 (so far)
"There isn't much more that you all need to know," Liza Colby said as she stood from behind her desk at WRCW. "The show went well today, let's work on making it better for tomorrow." Everyone stood and began to leave Liza's office. "Tad," she said. "Can I have a word with you for a minute?"
Tad stopped, waiting for the last person to leave the office before shutting the door and approaching Liza. She was sitting on her desk, he legs hanging over the edge, the right leg crossed over the left at the knee. Tad walked right up to her, leaning his hands against the top of the desk, his arms straddling her legs, his face just inches from her's.
"You wanted to see me?" Tad said with a smile. he took one of his arms and put it around her waist :You just couldn't wait to get everyone out of here, could you?"
Liza smiled, raising her eyebrows. She took her arms and brought them up, crossing them behind his neck. "You would think so, wouldn't you?"
"You know you just couldn't stand another minute."
"Oh, you're just so irresistible now?" Liza grinned.
Tad leaned his forehead up against her's. "You tell me." He tilted his head, kissing her. Liza's eyes fluttered shut as Tad moved down her neck, to her collar bone. She put her hands up to his head, his hair between her fingers.
As Tad moved as close as he possibly could to Liza, they heard the door begin to open. Tad quickly pulled away, straightening out his hair. Liza pulled her shirt back up over her shoulders.
"And I'll get right to work on that story," Tad said as one of the interns stood in the doorway. "It should be set for Monday."
"Fine, sure," Liza pushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. Tad nodded and smiled faintly before he turned and left the office. Liza sat back down behind her desk. She took a deep breath and looked up at the intern. "What can I do for you now, Kelly?"
Brooke English tapped a pencil on the top of her desk at Tempo Magazine. She took a deep breath before leaning back in her chair and checking the clock on the wall. "Where is he?" she said. Brooke felt herself growing nauseous again. At least now she knew the truth. She knew now that it wasn't the stress of work, or her relatively recent marriage to Adam that was making her feel like this.
There was a knock at the office door before it swung inward. "Brooke?" Adam Chandler walked in and shut the door behind him. "I got your message. Is everything OK?" Brooke was silent for a moment. "Is something wrong?"
She took a deep breath. "Take a seat, Adam."
Adam reluctantly complied as Brooke walked out from behind her desk and took a seat beside him, positioning herself so that they were face to face.
"Whatever it is," Adam said. "I didn't do it."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "For once, Adam, this isn't about you."
"Then what is it about?" he asked.
Brooke stood. "Look, maybe this should just wait until I get home later. I shouldn't have called you down here..."
"Brooke..."
"I'm sorry I called you away from the office."
Adam stood and walked up to her, taking hold of her arms. "Brooke. Why are you so nervous?" he asked. "Look at what you are doing. You 're going to have a nervous breakdown. It's me you're talking to. Now..." he led her back to the chair and then sat himself. "Tell me. Did you go to the doctor? Was it something he told you?"
Brooke nodded silently.
"OK. OK Whatever he said... Whatever he told you, we can fix it, right?"
"Who's nervous now?" Brooke asked.
"I am nervous," Adam said. "You called me, you've been sick..."
"Not sick..." Brooke said softly.
Adam took her hand "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I'm not sick, Adam," Brooke said. Adam looked at her wide eyed. "I'm... I'm pregnant."
Adam sat back. "Pregnant?" he said in shock. "With... with a baby, my baby?"
Brooke leaned forward in her chair. "No, with a horse..." Brooke smiled. "What? What's going through your mind, Adam?" He was silent. "You're disappointed."
"No," Adam said quickly. "How could I be disappointed? Shocked, surprised, but not disappointed. You're my wife... you're carrying my child." Brooke smiled and put her arms around him. "Why would I be anything but thrilled?"
Dixie Cooney sat at a table at the Valley Inn, her back facing the entrance. She had a stack of papers sitting in front of her that she was grading as she drank a diet soda through a plastic straw.
A pair of hands came from behind her, covering her eyes. "Guess who?" the voice said. "Dixie grinned.
"Hmm," she said. "My doctor... no, no, wait my dentist... no." Dixie removed the hands from her eyes and turned around. "Oh, my fiancee. That was going to be my next guess." Dixie laughed.
Edmund Grey leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before taking a seat at the table with her. "You haven't been waiting long, have you?" Edmund asked.
"I've kept myself busy." Dixie motioned at the papers.
Edmund looked at them "World history. Sounds fun."
"You should hear some of these answers," Dixie said. "Here, this one... Who was Napoleon?" Edmund nodded. "Napoleon was the French army guy who was like really short and always had his hand in his shirt..." Dixie laughed. "I guess that could get partial credit. He did always have his hand in his shirt."
Edmund laughed. "You're too good to them." Dixie shrugged, putting the papers away. "So..." Edmund took Dixie's hands. "You aren't getting cold feet yet, are you?"
Dixie laughed. "Of course not, Edmund. I mean you just proposed. If I'm going to back out, I'm going to wait until the wedding day." Edmund was silent. "I'm not going to get cold feet. Besides we still have a lot of planning to do."
"Of course," Edmund said. "Of course we do. This wedding is going to be perfect, Dixie. Everything you ever dreamed it would be... and more."
"I never doubted that," Dixie said.
Edmund kissed her hands. "We have the appointment with the wedding planner. They'll take care of everything. You won't have to worry about a thing."
"I'm not worried," Dixie said. "Still a little bit in shock, wondering if this is all just a wonderful dream. Because if it is, I don't want to wake up from it."
"Well don't worry," Edmund smiled. "You're not dreaming. I could pinch you if you want."
"Not if you value your fingers you won't," she laughed.
Edmund and Dixie's fingers intertwined. "We're going to have the perfect day," he said to her. "Just wait and see, Dixie. It'll be perfect. I swear to you it will."
Rated PG-PG13 (so far)
"There isn't much more that you all need to know," Liza Colby said as she stood from behind her desk at WRCW. "The show went well today, let's work on making it better for tomorrow." Everyone stood and began to leave Liza's office. "Tad," she said. "Can I have a word with you for a minute?"
Tad stopped, waiting for the last person to leave the office before shutting the door and approaching Liza. She was sitting on her desk, he legs hanging over the edge, the right leg crossed over the left at the knee. Tad walked right up to her, leaning his hands against the top of the desk, his arms straddling her legs, his face just inches from her's.
"You wanted to see me?" Tad said with a smile. he took one of his arms and put it around her waist :You just couldn't wait to get everyone out of here, could you?"
Liza smiled, raising her eyebrows. She took her arms and brought them up, crossing them behind his neck. "You would think so, wouldn't you?"
"You know you just couldn't stand another minute."
"Oh, you're just so irresistible now?" Liza grinned.
Tad leaned his forehead up against her's. "You tell me." He tilted his head, kissing her. Liza's eyes fluttered shut as Tad moved down her neck, to her collar bone. She put her hands up to his head, his hair between her fingers.
As Tad moved as close as he possibly could to Liza, they heard the door begin to open. Tad quickly pulled away, straightening out his hair. Liza pulled her shirt back up over her shoulders.
"And I'll get right to work on that story," Tad said as one of the interns stood in the doorway. "It should be set for Monday."
"Fine, sure," Liza pushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. Tad nodded and smiled faintly before he turned and left the office. Liza sat back down behind her desk. She took a deep breath and looked up at the intern. "What can I do for you now, Kelly?"
Brooke English tapped a pencil on the top of her desk at Tempo Magazine. She took a deep breath before leaning back in her chair and checking the clock on the wall. "Where is he?" she said. Brooke felt herself growing nauseous again. At least now she knew the truth. She knew now that it wasn't the stress of work, or her relatively recent marriage to Adam that was making her feel like this.
There was a knock at the office door before it swung inward. "Brooke?" Adam Chandler walked in and shut the door behind him. "I got your message. Is everything OK?" Brooke was silent for a moment. "Is something wrong?"
She took a deep breath. "Take a seat, Adam."
Adam reluctantly complied as Brooke walked out from behind her desk and took a seat beside him, positioning herself so that they were face to face.
"Whatever it is," Adam said. "I didn't do it."
Brooke rolled her eyes. "For once, Adam, this isn't about you."
"Then what is it about?" he asked.
Brooke stood. "Look, maybe this should just wait until I get home later. I shouldn't have called you down here..."
"Brooke..."
"I'm sorry I called you away from the office."
Adam stood and walked up to her, taking hold of her arms. "Brooke. Why are you so nervous?" he asked. "Look at what you are doing. You 're going to have a nervous breakdown. It's me you're talking to. Now..." he led her back to the chair and then sat himself. "Tell me. Did you go to the doctor? Was it something he told you?"
Brooke nodded silently.
"OK. OK Whatever he said... Whatever he told you, we can fix it, right?"
"Who's nervous now?" Brooke asked.
"I am nervous," Adam said. "You called me, you've been sick..."
"Not sick..." Brooke said softly.
Adam took her hand "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I'm not sick, Adam," Brooke said. Adam looked at her wide eyed. "I'm... I'm pregnant."
Adam sat back. "Pregnant?" he said in shock. "With... with a baby, my baby?"
Brooke leaned forward in her chair. "No, with a horse..." Brooke smiled. "What? What's going through your mind, Adam?" He was silent. "You're disappointed."
"No," Adam said quickly. "How could I be disappointed? Shocked, surprised, but not disappointed. You're my wife... you're carrying my child." Brooke smiled and put her arms around him. "Why would I be anything but thrilled?"
Dixie Cooney sat at a table at the Valley Inn, her back facing the entrance. She had a stack of papers sitting in front of her that she was grading as she drank a diet soda through a plastic straw.
A pair of hands came from behind her, covering her eyes. "Guess who?" the voice said. "Dixie grinned.
"Hmm," she said. "My doctor... no, no, wait my dentist... no." Dixie removed the hands from her eyes and turned around. "Oh, my fiancee. That was going to be my next guess." Dixie laughed.
Edmund Grey leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before taking a seat at the table with her. "You haven't been waiting long, have you?" Edmund asked.
"I've kept myself busy." Dixie motioned at the papers.
Edmund looked at them "World history. Sounds fun."
"You should hear some of these answers," Dixie said. "Here, this one... Who was Napoleon?" Edmund nodded. "Napoleon was the French army guy who was like really short and always had his hand in his shirt..." Dixie laughed. "I guess that could get partial credit. He did always have his hand in his shirt."
Edmund laughed. "You're too good to them." Dixie shrugged, putting the papers away. "So..." Edmund took Dixie's hands. "You aren't getting cold feet yet, are you?"
Dixie laughed. "Of course not, Edmund. I mean you just proposed. If I'm going to back out, I'm going to wait until the wedding day." Edmund was silent. "I'm not going to get cold feet. Besides we still have a lot of planning to do."
"Of course," Edmund said. "Of course we do. This wedding is going to be perfect, Dixie. Everything you ever dreamed it would be... and more."
"I never doubted that," Dixie said.
Edmund kissed her hands. "We have the appointment with the wedding planner. They'll take care of everything. You won't have to worry about a thing."
"I'm not worried," Dixie said. "Still a little bit in shock, wondering if this is all just a wonderful dream. Because if it is, I don't want to wake up from it."
"Well don't worry," Edmund smiled. "You're not dreaming. I could pinch you if you want."
"Not if you value your fingers you won't," she laughed.
Edmund and Dixie's fingers intertwined. "We're going to have the perfect day," he said to her. "Just wait and see, Dixie. It'll be perfect. I swear to you it will."