Hey! I am *sooo* sorry! I know I haven't written in ages!!! I'm a terrible
terrible person!!! However, on this lovely four-day weekend (I laugh at
you) I am hoping to get more written; who knows, maybe even another
chapter! (Oh wait, I take that back...knowing me, probably not...) all my
stories have gotten to that hard part- it's not just setting it up anymore,
we're into the plot, the reason for writing the story)
I took a look at What Seemed Like Paradise, and I did write a little in that, and might start writing more in that too. I hate to just not finish it, even though now it's not my favorite idea, but I had it and it should be finished. I have also started another story titled All That's Left of Yesterday, but I'm not planning on posting any of it until I'm done. It's more a story that I'm writing for myself, and once I'm done you can like it or not. It's a songfic, and much harder to write than I first anticipated, but I'm having so much fun writing it. I can't wait until it's done. I think I'm going to like it, but yeah, that's all I'm going to tell you about that...
Reviewers:
MEG- sorry it took so long, I'm sure you've given up on me!
Emily- you're awesome! Thanks so much for your support! I'm hoping to see more of your stuff again too, yes?
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I arrived at the hospital and rushed Leah inside. She was having heavy contractions by now, and had to keep stopping for breaths. They rushed her away the moment she stepped inside. All I caught was something about transitioning and a fast labor.
I stared down at the paperwork the nurses had given me to fill out, obviously thinking I would know all this information. Flipping through the pages filled with inquires of her past, I began to realize how little any of us know about this Leah Andrews. She randomly shows up at my dad's office one day, no friends, no past, at least not one she talks about- of course, she doesn't ever really talk, only what she needs to say. Dad says she's one of his best employees though. He raves about her organizational skills, and is convinced he needs to help her find a better job. Kellie, my lifelong friend and one of my dad's employees, is convinced she can crack her open. Personally, I think she's just going to scare her away. I sure would like to know--
"Sir... excuse me sir."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you."
"Your wife's going into delivery now, if would like to go along."
"My wife?"
"Yes, if you would just follow me..."
These hospital attendants make way too many assumptions.
When we reached the delivery room door, I could hear someone screaming.
"Jake Andrews! I—Am—Going—To—Kill—You!!!" Jake Andrews... Well at least I had a name now. I wonder what happened between them. Why someone would leave someone who seemed as wonderful as Leah?
The nurse must have thought I stopped because I was frightened, not intrigued, by Leah's screams.
"Oh, don't worry dear; she's just in pain, she won't hurt you. Go on in... The baby will be here any minute."
The nurse ushered me over to Leah's side before continuing on with the rest of her duties.
"Ok, Leah," The doctor at the foot of the bed began. "Just a few more big pushes." But it only took one before a bloody, screaming baby appeared. "And would you like to cut the cord?" He asked, indicating to me.
"Oh, n-no, I'm not, it's not—"
"Perfectly understandable, I will need a name though."
I looked uncertainly at Leah, who, in return, responded slowly, the exhaustion obvious in her voice. "Lorelai Rian Andrews." The name rolled off her tongue. As she spoke, I heard I hint of sadness in her voice; however, as the nurse brought over her freshly cleaned daughter, her face light up, and any trace of sorrow was gone.
"Lorelei Ryan Andrews it is then," the doctor announced as Leah was handed her daughter. "Lorelei... L-o-r-e-l-e-i?
"A-i" Leah said distractedly, and then looked up, back in focus. "L-o-r-e-l- a-i, Rian, R-i-a-n."
"A very unique name you have there," the doctor smiled. "A nurse will be in to do a required checkup on Lorelai in a few moments." And with another smile, he left the room.
I'll have to admit I didn't find the baby all that attractive, but as Leah smiled down at Lorelai, I could tell she was entranced. I pulled up a chair to sit down, and when I looked back tears had replaced her smile.
"Leah?" She didn't seem to hear me. "Leah, are you ok?"
She silently cried for a few moments before looking up.
"Oh, Adam, I'm so sorry. You must think I'm crazy over here crying me eyes out."
"Oh—no, no, of course not," I fumbled. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me. It's just the hormones and all. It's been crazy."
"Right, hormones... But if you ever need to talk..."
"Talk? Why would I need to talk?"
"It just seems that you might want to vent sometime..."
"What would I need to vent about? I'm perfectly fine!"
"I don't know, maybe the father, why you're here... It's not good to keep things bottled up..."
"Well, I don't need to talk to anyone about anything! It's none of your business why I'm here!"
"It was just an offer..."
"Thanks, but that's ok," She quickly answered, and then less boldly, "I'm fine..... we're fine..... everything's going to be fine....."
I decided to leave it at that.
Several people from my dad's work stopped by later that day and the next. I decided not to ask Leah about her past anymore. She was obviously hiding something, but I wanted to give her time. She had sunk back into her shell, hardly ever talking. The day I drove her home, she didn't say anything until she got out of the car, and even then all she muttered was a simple "thank you" before closing the door and walking to her apartment. I wonder if any of us will ever know the real Leah Andrews.
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I hope you liked! I know, not too much happened really, but yeah, that's just what I've written in bits since...what was it? November?! Aaah!!!! Horrible! I really do hope I get another chapter up tomorrow.... that'd be so nice.... but I do write slowly.... I just watched Alex and Emma, yo, and I write so much like that guy! It's like, so what's going to happen? I don't really know, the characters just take me where they want to.
Anyway, please review! I appreciate it, and please forgive me for the long wait!
I took a look at What Seemed Like Paradise, and I did write a little in that, and might start writing more in that too. I hate to just not finish it, even though now it's not my favorite idea, but I had it and it should be finished. I have also started another story titled All That's Left of Yesterday, but I'm not planning on posting any of it until I'm done. It's more a story that I'm writing for myself, and once I'm done you can like it or not. It's a songfic, and much harder to write than I first anticipated, but I'm having so much fun writing it. I can't wait until it's done. I think I'm going to like it, but yeah, that's all I'm going to tell you about that...
Reviewers:
MEG- sorry it took so long, I'm sure you've given up on me!
Emily- you're awesome! Thanks so much for your support! I'm hoping to see more of your stuff again too, yes?
~*~
I arrived at the hospital and rushed Leah inside. She was having heavy contractions by now, and had to keep stopping for breaths. They rushed her away the moment she stepped inside. All I caught was something about transitioning and a fast labor.
I stared down at the paperwork the nurses had given me to fill out, obviously thinking I would know all this information. Flipping through the pages filled with inquires of her past, I began to realize how little any of us know about this Leah Andrews. She randomly shows up at my dad's office one day, no friends, no past, at least not one she talks about- of course, she doesn't ever really talk, only what she needs to say. Dad says she's one of his best employees though. He raves about her organizational skills, and is convinced he needs to help her find a better job. Kellie, my lifelong friend and one of my dad's employees, is convinced she can crack her open. Personally, I think she's just going to scare her away. I sure would like to know--
"Sir... excuse me sir."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you."
"Your wife's going into delivery now, if would like to go along."
"My wife?"
"Yes, if you would just follow me..."
These hospital attendants make way too many assumptions.
When we reached the delivery room door, I could hear someone screaming.
"Jake Andrews! I—Am—Going—To—Kill—You!!!" Jake Andrews... Well at least I had a name now. I wonder what happened between them. Why someone would leave someone who seemed as wonderful as Leah?
The nurse must have thought I stopped because I was frightened, not intrigued, by Leah's screams.
"Oh, don't worry dear; she's just in pain, she won't hurt you. Go on in... The baby will be here any minute."
The nurse ushered me over to Leah's side before continuing on with the rest of her duties.
"Ok, Leah," The doctor at the foot of the bed began. "Just a few more big pushes." But it only took one before a bloody, screaming baby appeared. "And would you like to cut the cord?" He asked, indicating to me.
"Oh, n-no, I'm not, it's not—"
"Perfectly understandable, I will need a name though."
I looked uncertainly at Leah, who, in return, responded slowly, the exhaustion obvious in her voice. "Lorelai Rian Andrews." The name rolled off her tongue. As she spoke, I heard I hint of sadness in her voice; however, as the nurse brought over her freshly cleaned daughter, her face light up, and any trace of sorrow was gone.
"Lorelei Ryan Andrews it is then," the doctor announced as Leah was handed her daughter. "Lorelei... L-o-r-e-l-e-i?
"A-i" Leah said distractedly, and then looked up, back in focus. "L-o-r-e-l- a-i, Rian, R-i-a-n."
"A very unique name you have there," the doctor smiled. "A nurse will be in to do a required checkup on Lorelai in a few moments." And with another smile, he left the room.
I'll have to admit I didn't find the baby all that attractive, but as Leah smiled down at Lorelai, I could tell she was entranced. I pulled up a chair to sit down, and when I looked back tears had replaced her smile.
"Leah?" She didn't seem to hear me. "Leah, are you ok?"
She silently cried for a few moments before looking up.
"Oh, Adam, I'm so sorry. You must think I'm crazy over here crying me eyes out."
"Oh—no, no, of course not," I fumbled. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me. It's just the hormones and all. It's been crazy."
"Right, hormones... But if you ever need to talk..."
"Talk? Why would I need to talk?"
"It just seems that you might want to vent sometime..."
"What would I need to vent about? I'm perfectly fine!"
"I don't know, maybe the father, why you're here... It's not good to keep things bottled up..."
"Well, I don't need to talk to anyone about anything! It's none of your business why I'm here!"
"It was just an offer..."
"Thanks, but that's ok," She quickly answered, and then less boldly, "I'm fine..... we're fine..... everything's going to be fine....."
I decided to leave it at that.
Several people from my dad's work stopped by later that day and the next. I decided not to ask Leah about her past anymore. She was obviously hiding something, but I wanted to give her time. She had sunk back into her shell, hardly ever talking. The day I drove her home, she didn't say anything until she got out of the car, and even then all she muttered was a simple "thank you" before closing the door and walking to her apartment. I wonder if any of us will ever know the real Leah Andrews.
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I hope you liked! I know, not too much happened really, but yeah, that's just what I've written in bits since...what was it? November?! Aaah!!!! Horrible! I really do hope I get another chapter up tomorrow.... that'd be so nice.... but I do write slowly.... I just watched Alex and Emma, yo, and I write so much like that guy! It's like, so what's going to happen? I don't really know, the characters just take me where they want to.
Anyway, please review! I appreciate it, and please forgive me for the long wait!