Title: Unconscious Grace
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: not mine
Also found at:
A/N: jumping another 3 years. Ephram and Amy are 21, Bright is 22, and Delia is, in my little world, 16.
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Part 12:
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3 years later:
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The doorbell was ringing incessantly. Groggy and half dressed, Ephram stumbled out of bed and to the front door, all the way cursing Nathan. Blinking rapidly, trying to clear his vision, Ephram swung the door open. His jaw dropped.
".Dad?"
Andy was standing there, grinning widely, one arm around Delia's shoulder, and the other gripping a huge shopping bag. 2 huge suitcases were resting at his and Delia's feet. Mouth still gaping, Ephram stared.
"What the.what are you doing here?"
Delia grinned, snapping her fingers in Ephram's face.
"Visiting you, Duh. What's it look like, moron?"
Ephram stepped back to let them in. Delia bent and lifted one suitcase, while Andy grabbed the other.
"Just out of curiosity, how long are you staying?
Andy shrugged, setting the suitcase back down,
"Who knows? A few days.two weeks."
Ephram nodded, taking care to keep his face blank. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced toward the bedroom side of the suite.
"You guys came just in time. Delia, you can take the spare room, since Jim graduated and moved out. Dad, you can take my room and I'll take the pullout couch."
Andy shook his head,
"Absolutely not. You keep your room and I'll take the pullout couch. Oh! And we have a surprise for you. I'll just go and get.it. Delia, you can go on and get settled in."
With that, Andy stepped back out of the apartment, hand already in his coat pocket. Ephram watched Delia look around the suite. She was exploring the kitchen when Nathan exited his room. He walked into the kitchen, saw Delia, and stopped in his tracks, staring. Her long, glossy ponytail hung halfway down her back, swinging slightly as she snooped around the cabinets. Her lanky athletic body was showcased in tight jeans and a fitting baseball tee. As she reached up to search cabinets, a strip of tanned skin was visible between her waistband and shirt hem. Ephram walked in and caught Nathan staring at that skin. He cleared his throat and Nathan reluctantly tore his eyes away from Delia. Delia turned around, dropping her arms to her sides.
"Oh, hey Ephram. Just.looking around. You guys really need to go shopping."
Ephram nodded, then glanced at Nathan. He said,
"Uh-huh. Anyway, Delia, since my roommate is too busy drooling, I'll introduce you. This is Nathan."
Delia smiled and stepped forward.
"Hey, Nathan."
Nathan grinned at her, sticking out a hand,
"Call me Nate."
As she shook his hand, Delia studied Nathan. He was very tall and even with her height, she had to look up at him. His dark hair was spiked and his eyes were a remarkable shade of blue, nearly violet. He had incredible high cheekbones and pouty lips. Dressed in mesh shorts and a tank top, his fabulous body was on display. He looked like a freaking movie star. Too good to be true. Delia smirked,
"This visit is gonna be fun."
Nate looked momentarily shocked, then, when he still had yet to release her hand, he said, eyes narrowed,
"How old are you?"
Delia laughed,
"Too young."
Ephram rolled his eyes and pulled Delia's hand out of Nate's.
"Lay off, Goldman."
Nate ignored Ephram and said to Delia,
"I'm 20."
Delia smiled, glanced at Ephram,
"Hm. Maybe not."
"How old are you?"
Delia shrugged, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder as she turned around and strode out of the room.
"Nearly 17."
Nate frowned, watching Delia lug her suitcase to the spare bedroom.
"She's 16? Jeez, she looks so." he heard Ephram's warning growl and said, ".mature."
He heard Delia laugh and she stuck her head around the corner, winked at him.
"I like you, Nate."
Ephram scowled at her and started in her direction. Halfway across the den, the front door swung open. Ephram turned to glance at it, then stumbled and nearly plowed headfirst into the wall. He righted himself, then turned around and stared at the figure in the doorway. Andy was standing there, grinning widely, one arm around Bright's shoulders. Ephram said, eyes on Bright,
"Dad.what the hell did you do?"
Author: Liat
Disclaimer: not mine
Also found at:
A/N: jumping another 3 years. Ephram and Amy are 21, Bright is 22, and Delia is, in my little world, 16.
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Part 12:
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3 years later:
~*~
The doorbell was ringing incessantly. Groggy and half dressed, Ephram stumbled out of bed and to the front door, all the way cursing Nathan. Blinking rapidly, trying to clear his vision, Ephram swung the door open. His jaw dropped.
".Dad?"
Andy was standing there, grinning widely, one arm around Delia's shoulder, and the other gripping a huge shopping bag. 2 huge suitcases were resting at his and Delia's feet. Mouth still gaping, Ephram stared.
"What the.what are you doing here?"
Delia grinned, snapping her fingers in Ephram's face.
"Visiting you, Duh. What's it look like, moron?"
Ephram stepped back to let them in. Delia bent and lifted one suitcase, while Andy grabbed the other.
"Just out of curiosity, how long are you staying?
Andy shrugged, setting the suitcase back down,
"Who knows? A few days.two weeks."
Ephram nodded, taking care to keep his face blank. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced toward the bedroom side of the suite.
"You guys came just in time. Delia, you can take the spare room, since Jim graduated and moved out. Dad, you can take my room and I'll take the pullout couch."
Andy shook his head,
"Absolutely not. You keep your room and I'll take the pullout couch. Oh! And we have a surprise for you. I'll just go and get.it. Delia, you can go on and get settled in."
With that, Andy stepped back out of the apartment, hand already in his coat pocket. Ephram watched Delia look around the suite. She was exploring the kitchen when Nathan exited his room. He walked into the kitchen, saw Delia, and stopped in his tracks, staring. Her long, glossy ponytail hung halfway down her back, swinging slightly as she snooped around the cabinets. Her lanky athletic body was showcased in tight jeans and a fitting baseball tee. As she reached up to search cabinets, a strip of tanned skin was visible between her waistband and shirt hem. Ephram walked in and caught Nathan staring at that skin. He cleared his throat and Nathan reluctantly tore his eyes away from Delia. Delia turned around, dropping her arms to her sides.
"Oh, hey Ephram. Just.looking around. You guys really need to go shopping."
Ephram nodded, then glanced at Nathan. He said,
"Uh-huh. Anyway, Delia, since my roommate is too busy drooling, I'll introduce you. This is Nathan."
Delia smiled and stepped forward.
"Hey, Nathan."
Nathan grinned at her, sticking out a hand,
"Call me Nate."
As she shook his hand, Delia studied Nathan. He was very tall and even with her height, she had to look up at him. His dark hair was spiked and his eyes were a remarkable shade of blue, nearly violet. He had incredible high cheekbones and pouty lips. Dressed in mesh shorts and a tank top, his fabulous body was on display. He looked like a freaking movie star. Too good to be true. Delia smirked,
"This visit is gonna be fun."
Nate looked momentarily shocked, then, when he still had yet to release her hand, he said, eyes narrowed,
"How old are you?"
Delia laughed,
"Too young."
Ephram rolled his eyes and pulled Delia's hand out of Nate's.
"Lay off, Goldman."
Nate ignored Ephram and said to Delia,
"I'm 20."
Delia smiled, glanced at Ephram,
"Hm. Maybe not."
"How old are you?"
Delia shrugged, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder as she turned around and strode out of the room.
"Nearly 17."
Nate frowned, watching Delia lug her suitcase to the spare bedroom.
"She's 16? Jeez, she looks so." he heard Ephram's warning growl and said, ".mature."
He heard Delia laugh and she stuck her head around the corner, winked at him.
"I like you, Nate."
Ephram scowled at her and started in her direction. Halfway across the den, the front door swung open. Ephram turned to glance at it, then stumbled and nearly plowed headfirst into the wall. He righted himself, then turned around and stared at the figure in the doorway. Andy was standing there, grinning widely, one arm around Bright's shoulders. Ephram said, eyes on Bright,
"Dad.what the hell did you do?"