I just found out I'm leading my readers on! *Titters* Thanks to all my
reviewers, I can never love you enough! Maybe it didn't come off really
clearly in the last chapter, but it's been a year since the strike, Dave
has had a big growth spurt, and Jack is no longer a newsie. Read on for
details! (Some more time has passed, because I'm lazy.)
***
"Hey Kelly, I want that story on my desk by noon!"
"I can't help it, Denton! I need an assistant who gives me better notes than, 'They won.' Good God, where did you FIND this inept little shit?"
"That 'inept little shit,' as you so delicately put it, is a top graduate of the most recent class from the University. I suggest you restrain more such comments so his father, a very prestigious lawyer, does not hunt you down for unfair treatment of employees."
"That's what unions are for."
"This coming from Jack Kelly," Denton rolled his eyes. "If the information is so lacking, go out there and find the source. I don't have time to interview and hire you a new assistant."
"How about you hire my fiancée?" he asked, scribbling furiously.
"Well when you - whoa. Back up. Why didn't you tell me?"
Jack grinned wolfishly. "Proposed last night; it was the one year anniversary of our first date. Now, will you hire her, or do I have to find someone really unreliable, fire them, find someone else, fire them . . . I just don't want to waste your time or money on someone who won't last."
"Sure. Bring her in for an interview tomorrow. But right now, go get that story, you brat!"
Jack ducked a rolled up newspaper and shoved his hat on his head. "Time to brave fall traffic."
***Two Months Earlier, Harlem***
"Flit, baby?" Mush inquired between soft kisses.
"Yeah, luv?"
"Marry me," he smiled a light half-smile.
"Gladly. When?"
"Whenever you want to."
Both young Latvians were still half-asleep and didn't remember they were already "engaged" for their fathers' sake. They drifted slowly into a land of happy dreams, Flit secure in Mush's arms, Mush content to hold the young woman.
***
Now wasn't that the sweetest thing you ever saw?
***
"Davey, where're we goin'?" Angel demanded huffily of her boyfriend.
"Hush, you'll see in a sec. Trus' me, you'll love dis."
"Doubtful."
David chuckled slightly, hands still covering the girl's eyes. "I certainly hope ya like it."
He pulled her to a blanket, lifting off her feet and setting her down gently. "Central Park? Pretty, but I've seen it before."
"You'se so jaded," he laughed. "No. The park, while lovely, is not what I wanted to show you, my Angel." He descended to one knee. "From the moment I lay my delirious eyes on your cerulean gaze, I knew I was in love. You grow more beautiful, more fitting for you name, every day I see you. I never want to wake up without you there. Would you do me the utmost honor of being my wife, allow me to father your children and pay our bills?"
She brought a hand to her shocked, open mouth. "David . . . oh my Lord." Her face broke into a wide, unabashed grin. "I love you. And every day that passes, the sensation in my heart grows ever stronger. I would feel not just honored, but privileged, to be you lawfully, eternal wife. So long as you promise not to lie to me as long as we live."
"Never shall such fell words pass my lips in your presence."
"Then I will marry you, and follow you to the ends of the earth."
"I love you."
"I know."
***
Or was THAT the cutest thing you ever read?
I thought about having a wild and crazy Irish/Blink sex scene, but it doesn't suit the mood. Although. . . Irish would enjoy it.
***
"Hey Kelly, I want that story on my desk by noon!"
"I can't help it, Denton! I need an assistant who gives me better notes than, 'They won.' Good God, where did you FIND this inept little shit?"
"That 'inept little shit,' as you so delicately put it, is a top graduate of the most recent class from the University. I suggest you restrain more such comments so his father, a very prestigious lawyer, does not hunt you down for unfair treatment of employees."
"That's what unions are for."
"This coming from Jack Kelly," Denton rolled his eyes. "If the information is so lacking, go out there and find the source. I don't have time to interview and hire you a new assistant."
"How about you hire my fiancée?" he asked, scribbling furiously.
"Well when you - whoa. Back up. Why didn't you tell me?"
Jack grinned wolfishly. "Proposed last night; it was the one year anniversary of our first date. Now, will you hire her, or do I have to find someone really unreliable, fire them, find someone else, fire them . . . I just don't want to waste your time or money on someone who won't last."
"Sure. Bring her in for an interview tomorrow. But right now, go get that story, you brat!"
Jack ducked a rolled up newspaper and shoved his hat on his head. "Time to brave fall traffic."
***Two Months Earlier, Harlem***
"Flit, baby?" Mush inquired between soft kisses.
"Yeah, luv?"
"Marry me," he smiled a light half-smile.
"Gladly. When?"
"Whenever you want to."
Both young Latvians were still half-asleep and didn't remember they were already "engaged" for their fathers' sake. They drifted slowly into a land of happy dreams, Flit secure in Mush's arms, Mush content to hold the young woman.
***
Now wasn't that the sweetest thing you ever saw?
***
"Davey, where're we goin'?" Angel demanded huffily of her boyfriend.
"Hush, you'll see in a sec. Trus' me, you'll love dis."
"Doubtful."
David chuckled slightly, hands still covering the girl's eyes. "I certainly hope ya like it."
He pulled her to a blanket, lifting off her feet and setting her down gently. "Central Park? Pretty, but I've seen it before."
"You'se so jaded," he laughed. "No. The park, while lovely, is not what I wanted to show you, my Angel." He descended to one knee. "From the moment I lay my delirious eyes on your cerulean gaze, I knew I was in love. You grow more beautiful, more fitting for you name, every day I see you. I never want to wake up without you there. Would you do me the utmost honor of being my wife, allow me to father your children and pay our bills?"
She brought a hand to her shocked, open mouth. "David . . . oh my Lord." Her face broke into a wide, unabashed grin. "I love you. And every day that passes, the sensation in my heart grows ever stronger. I would feel not just honored, but privileged, to be you lawfully, eternal wife. So long as you promise not to lie to me as long as we live."
"Never shall such fell words pass my lips in your presence."
"Then I will marry you, and follow you to the ends of the earth."
"I love you."
"I know."
***
Or was THAT the cutest thing you ever read?
I thought about having a wild and crazy Irish/Blink sex scene, but it doesn't suit the mood. Although. . . Irish would enjoy it.