Hi again! Dark Chylde 57 I'm glad you still like the story and the Carlos
Rebecca thing, but I am not the first to come up with it, there have been
several stories out there with that pairing I don't take any credit for it
I just liked what other people have done with it and put my own spin on it.
So I'm not really that brilliant, even though I do have my moments.
Shakahnna I'm glad you hanging in there with the story, since you were the
first to give me encouragement on fan fanfiction.net, but I sometimes think
Isabel is to sweet and I kind of make a jab at that a little later in the
story it's kind of an inside joke, but all in all I was happy with the way
things turned out. Oh and I'm posting this a little earlier than expected
because I didn't want anybody thinking I was taking credit coming up with
the whole Rebecca Carlos thing.
"Albert, I'm kind of hungry." Isabel said after the tears had subsided.
"Well then we should get you some food." He answered letting her go.
Standing first Wesker then helped Isabel out of her position on the steps. When she was upright again he placed a small kiss on her forehead and taking Isabel's hand in his walked her to the kitchen. Isabel was well aware of the curious glances at them together as they walked through the living room.
Chris and Jill were still sitting at the kitchen table when they walked in. Both of them were reading different sections of the newspaper.
"It's eleven what would you rather have breakfast or lunch?" Wesker asked.
"I'll just make myself some eggs." Isabel said starting to move toward the refrigerator.
Still holding her hand Wesker gently pulled her back.
"No you aren't, I'm cooking for you this time." He stated pulling out a chair and placing her in it.
Chris and Jill both looked up in surprise upon hearing that. It was the last thing they would have expected from him. Jill smiled at Isabel raising an eyebrow. Isabel smiled back trying hard not to laugh. Then she remembered that everyone knew about her and Albert and she turned pink.
"Jill who told you about..." She trailed off.
"Claire accidentally let it slip when she told us you were okay." She replied. "I was a little surprised, but Leon almost dropped his plate and for once Carlos was speechless."
"I hate to disturb your conversation, but what do you want with your egg bacon or sausage?" Wesker asked from the refrigerator.
"Just eggs would be good." She answered.
After seeing the disapproving look on his face she added.
"And some toast."
Even with the sunglasses on Isabel could tell Albert thought she should eat more. The truth was she wasn't a big pork eater, she never had been. It was just too greasy. Giving him a smile she explained.
"I really don't like sausage or bacon."
"You need to eat more than just eggs and toast."
"I think there are some hash browns left in the freezer." Jill spoke up.
"Hmm that sounds good with some maple syrup." Isabel said brightening.
Wesker's face remained emotionless when Isabel had sprung her idea on them. He could tell by the look on Valentine and Redfield's faces that it didn't sound appealing to them. It really didn't sound appealing to him either. Wesker had always heard stories of pregnant women having weird cravings. He guessed he was experiencing it first hand.
"So then we're having eggs, hash browns, and toast and let's not forget the syrup." He said looking at her.
Isabel nodded her head like and eager child and Wesker couldn't help but smile at her. He was rewarded wit one of her brilliant smiles back. Nudging Chris with her elbow Jill spoke.
"We need to go grocery shopping. Isabel made another list, come on."
Chris folded the newspaper and followed Jill into the living room and after a few minutes one of the cars could be heard leaving.
"I didn't know you could cook." Isabel said watching Wesker from where she sat.
"I have managed to take care of myself for over twenty years." He replied.
"Wow that would make you really..."
"If you finish that sentence Miss Landen you're not getting any syrup."
Isabel thought Albert was serious for a moment. His voice hadn't changed and his back was still to her. Isabel worried she had crossed some line until Albert turned to face her. His glasses were off and he had a smile on. She laughed out loud relieved he had taken her joke the right way.
"I'll go get the syrup." She said still laughing.
"No you won't your going to relax. I'll find it." He said walking to the pantry.
Wesker emerged a few seconds later bottle in hand. Placing it on the table he then went back to dishing up their meal. Sitting down and handing a plate to Isabel, Wesker watched in amusement as she poured syrup over eggs, hash browns and toast. After a few bites she paused realizing he wasn't eating.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, I've just never seen eggs eaten like that before." He said smiling.
"No one asked you to eat them like this." She said sticking her tongue out at him. "You try being pregnant sometime. You can have the next one."
Wesker was starting to suspect that Isabel had a habit of not realizing what she was saying. She was a very honest person and so didn't censor herself much. It also gave away what Isabel was thinking and feeling. She should be more careful, someone could use that against her. He knew that no one here would do that but most of the world wasn't like that. It amazed Wesker that even though Isabel had been kidnapped and abused she could still be so innocent. He could only hope their child picked up more of her character traits. Wesker had heard what Redfield had said earlier about another Wesker running around and he was right if the baby was anything like him the world would be in trouble.
"Is that an invitation?" He asked.
"An invitation to what?" She asked back perplexed.
"Never mind, as long as the food tastes good to you that's all that matters."
"It does."
"Then you'd better finish it before it gets cold."
After they finished eating Isabel began to clear the table and do the dishes.
"You're not doing that." Wesker stated standing behind her.
"I'm not leaving these here for someone else to do." She replied.
"I'll do them." He said taking the dish she was holding from her.
"Fine you wash I'll dry."
"No I'll do them myself."
"Don't argue with me Albert it will go faster my way."
Wesker opened his mouth to do just that, but the glare Isabel gave him stopped it. This over protective bit was quickly becoming annoying. At first Isabel thought it was sweet but Albert was taking it too far. She had needed his strength earlier, but she wasn't some fragile flower who couldn't do anything for herself. If Albert was going to continue this way the rest of the day Isabel knew there was going to be a fight.
With both of them working it didn't take long to get the morning dishes done. When they were finished Isabel walked to the living room where Claire, Leon and Carlos were watching some sitcom. They didn't take any notice of her walking by.
Hearing the faint sounds of gun shots Isabel assumed Rebecca was in the back field practicing. Before she could reach the stairs leading to the bedrooms Albert was by her side.
"What are you doing?" He said.
"I'm going to get laundry started."
"No you aren't your taking a nap."
With that Wesker led her back to their room. He could tell by the frown on her face she wasn't happy with him and he didn't really care after this morning he wanted her to relax. Isabel seemed to do quite a bit around the place she deserved some time off.
"I have things to do." Isabel said going towards the door.
"No you don't your going to take a nap." He repeated, his voice becoming the deadly quiet it always did when he was angry.
"Do people always follow your orders with out question?" She asked her voice becoming louder.
"They do if they know what's best for them." He countered stepping between her and the door.
That was it Isabel was fed up with being treated like a child. Albert was going to have to realize that though she loved and wanted him in her life she wasn't going to let him control her.
"Well I guess I don't know what's good for me then because I'm going to do the laundry."
"No you aren't you're going to take a nap."
"Damn it I'm not a child. And I'm not one of your soldiers to be ordered around."
"There are times like this morning when I need you and then there are times when I can take care of myself. I know what I can and can't do and I don't push it."
"Exasperating woman."
"Yes we covered that this morning."
Wesker reached up and caressed her cheek at that.
"Please, for me lie down for awhile and rest."
Isabel was slightly shocked, she had only heard Albert use the word please one other time and then it hadn't been a request it had been an order. This time was different he was asking her, not telling her to do this for him and that was all she needed.
Turning away from the door Isabel allowed Albert to guide her to the bed. After kicking off her shoes and lying down he placed a blanket over her. Grabbing his hand she spoke.
"I'm only pregnant. I'm not dying you know. I can still do most of what I could before."
"Then why do you look so tired all the time?" He asked kneeling beside the bed.
"I guess worrying has finally caught up with me." She replied not looking at him.
"There is nothing to worry about. No one knows where you are, your safe."
"It isn't just me I worry about."
"Of course not, that wouldn't be you."
"Maybe this will help you rest. When I leave again I WILL be back."
Isabel felt the last remnants of fear and tension leave her. She wanted to say so many things to Albert, but in the end she knew they didn't need to be said, that some how he would already know. So Isabel just gave him a contented smile.
"Are you staying here while I rest?"
"I think that if I stay here you won't be getting much rest." He replied standing up and walking towards the door.
The last thing Isabel saw before drifting off was Albert watching her from the open doorway.
Walking past the glances the group on the couch gave him, Wesker made his way to the firing range. He knew they had heard Isabel's raised voice and were curious as to what they were arguing about, but he didn't care. When he arrived at his destination Chambers was already there. She didn't realize he was there until she stopped to reload her gun. Still Rebecca didn't say anything she just continued practicing. Wesker wasn't sure why he was doing this. He didn't need the practice every shot he made hit the target dead center. Wesker was just trying to kill time until Isabel woke up. Deep in thought it was several minutes before he realized Rebecca had stopped and was watching him.
"Did you want something Chambers?" He asked reloading his weapon, not looking at her.
"Sir, I was wondering do you love her."
"Chambers for the last time I'm not your captain anymore."
"Old habits die hard." She said looking at him.
"Chambers I would have thought you would be nervous around me and a gun."
"Why? I'm the one who's going to deliver your child. It would be unfortunate if anything happened to me."
"Then I guess I'll have to make sure nothing does." He said aiming once again at his target.
"Next time you don't want to answer you can tell me it's none of my business sir." Rebecca said picking up her weapon and heading inside.
Rebecca knew Wesker was trying to intimidate her. Something he couldn't do anymore. When he had first recruited her all Wesker would have to do is give her one of his emotionless looks and she'd feel two inches tall. He'd always seemed so cold and He'd never hung out with the rest of the officers. The only time Wesker interacted with any of them was during training exercises. He was never mean to them just indifferent. The only time Rebecca had ever seen Wesker smile was right before he'd pulled the trigger on her.
It was weird seeing Wesker connect with another person. Rebecca couldn't help herself, she had watched from the window as he sat next to Isabel and held her. Rebecca knew the answer to the question she'd asked. He wouldn't have been so tender with someone he wasn't in love with.
"Now he just needs to tell her." She said out loud to herself.
"Tell who what?" Carlos asked walking up behind her.
"Oh I was thinking about Isabel." She answered.
"Hey I thought you were watching T.V. with Claire and Leon."
"I was until they started snuggling on the couch." He said wrinkling his nose.
Rebecca smiled at his facial expression and Carlos couldn't help but smile back at her. She had such a pretty smile. Carlos was beginning to realize just how beautiful Rebecca was. She wasn't the striking beauty of Jill or the conventional beauty of Claire or even the natural beauty of Isabel. Rebecca had a shy, innocent beauty that was uniquely hers. You need to stop thinking like that she's just a kid, Carlos told himself.
"So do you want to play cards?" Rebecca asked never guessing what was going on in his mind.
"Sure, what will it be war or go fish?"
Rebecca just stared at him surprised by his choices.
"What?" He asked perplexed by her reaction.
"I'm just surprised you didn't mention something like strip poker."
"No fun with just two people, besides your probably some card shark and I'd be the one naked." He said grinning.
"Well then go fish it is. Let me go find the cards."
Rummaging through the kitchen drawers Rebecca realized Carlos was acting strange. When she mentioned strip poker Rebecca could have sworn she saw him blush. Carlos hadn't even come up with some smart ass remark even though he'd grinned at her underneath she could tell he was being serious. Maybe he didn't sleep well after all.
"I can't find them. I think Isabel knows where they are." Rebecca said turning to face Carlos.
"I wouldn't disturb her if I were you unless you want to deal with Wesker. He has her lying down."
"Yeah, in that case I'll let her sleep."
"Well I guess that ideas shot." He said turning to go back into the living room.
"Wait, we could play monopoly." Rebecca said not wanting him to leave.
"I don't know... you always win."
"Okay if your chicken."
"I didn't say that. Bring it on."
Carlos smiled at her as she rushed passed him to retrieve the game before he could change his mind.
Isabel woke up to find she had only slept an hour. Though she hadn't been asleep long Isabel felt very refresh. Putting her shoes back on she wondered into the kitchen. The monopoly game was strewn around the table, but whoever had been playing it was no where to be found. Who had left the mess in her kitchen became obvious when Rebecca came tearing through the kitchen followed close behind by Carlos. As Rebecca headed out the side door laughing and holding multi-colored bits of paper. Isabel had just enough time to yell.
"What's going on?"
Carlos skidded to a halt and just looked at her finally realizing she was in the room.
"I was winning for once and when I got up to get a drink Rebecca stole my money." He answered.
"So how long have you been chasing her around?"
"I don't know five minutes. She needs to be taught a lesson."
Isabel just shook her head motioning for him to go after Rebecca.
Running outside Carlos found Rebecca hiding behind Wesker's black jeep.
"Okay hand it over." He said extending his hand palm up.
"No. I'm the monopoly queen. You aren't supposed to win." Rebecca said laughing so hard she doubled over.
"Don't make me come after you again."
Fine you want it. Come and get it." She said stuffing the play money down her shirt.
"You think that will stop me?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Rebecca replied in a small voice.
"Sorry, I'm going in after it." He said grinning from ear to ear.
Taking a couple of steps back eyes widening Rebecca was trying to think of a way to get out of this. Carlos was too fast for her and before she could get away from him, he had her by the arm. Grabbing Rebecca's shirt and giving it a swift tug up Carlos un-tucked it and the colorful bits of paper fluttered to the ground.
Still holding on to a shocked Rebecca, Carlos smile faded as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Before he knew what was happening Carlos leaned forward placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Rebecca didn't fight him she just stood very still as if frozen in place. Lifting his head Carlos looked questioningly at her.
Rebecca didn't know what to say or do. She'd never expected anything like this to happen. Carlos was a kidder but Rebecca didn't expect him to take it any farther. All she could do was stare at him. It was a few minutes before Rebecca snapped out of her daze.
"I have to go clean the mess in the kitchen up." She said blushing.
Before Carlos could stop her, Rebecca ran for the house. God what have I done? Carlos thought putting his hands over his face and running them up through his hair. As he looked toward the house trying to figure out what he was going to do, Carlos saw Isabel walking toward the range.
"Albert, I'm kind of hungry." Isabel said after the tears had subsided.
"Well then we should get you some food." He answered letting her go.
Standing first Wesker then helped Isabel out of her position on the steps. When she was upright again he placed a small kiss on her forehead and taking Isabel's hand in his walked her to the kitchen. Isabel was well aware of the curious glances at them together as they walked through the living room.
Chris and Jill were still sitting at the kitchen table when they walked in. Both of them were reading different sections of the newspaper.
"It's eleven what would you rather have breakfast or lunch?" Wesker asked.
"I'll just make myself some eggs." Isabel said starting to move toward the refrigerator.
Still holding her hand Wesker gently pulled her back.
"No you aren't, I'm cooking for you this time." He stated pulling out a chair and placing her in it.
Chris and Jill both looked up in surprise upon hearing that. It was the last thing they would have expected from him. Jill smiled at Isabel raising an eyebrow. Isabel smiled back trying hard not to laugh. Then she remembered that everyone knew about her and Albert and she turned pink.
"Jill who told you about..." She trailed off.
"Claire accidentally let it slip when she told us you were okay." She replied. "I was a little surprised, but Leon almost dropped his plate and for once Carlos was speechless."
"I hate to disturb your conversation, but what do you want with your egg bacon or sausage?" Wesker asked from the refrigerator.
"Just eggs would be good." She answered.
After seeing the disapproving look on his face she added.
"And some toast."
Even with the sunglasses on Isabel could tell Albert thought she should eat more. The truth was she wasn't a big pork eater, she never had been. It was just too greasy. Giving him a smile she explained.
"I really don't like sausage or bacon."
"You need to eat more than just eggs and toast."
"I think there are some hash browns left in the freezer." Jill spoke up.
"Hmm that sounds good with some maple syrup." Isabel said brightening.
Wesker's face remained emotionless when Isabel had sprung her idea on them. He could tell by the look on Valentine and Redfield's faces that it didn't sound appealing to them. It really didn't sound appealing to him either. Wesker had always heard stories of pregnant women having weird cravings. He guessed he was experiencing it first hand.
"So then we're having eggs, hash browns, and toast and let's not forget the syrup." He said looking at her.
Isabel nodded her head like and eager child and Wesker couldn't help but smile at her. He was rewarded wit one of her brilliant smiles back. Nudging Chris with her elbow Jill spoke.
"We need to go grocery shopping. Isabel made another list, come on."
Chris folded the newspaper and followed Jill into the living room and after a few minutes one of the cars could be heard leaving.
"I didn't know you could cook." Isabel said watching Wesker from where she sat.
"I have managed to take care of myself for over twenty years." He replied.
"Wow that would make you really..."
"If you finish that sentence Miss Landen you're not getting any syrup."
Isabel thought Albert was serious for a moment. His voice hadn't changed and his back was still to her. Isabel worried she had crossed some line until Albert turned to face her. His glasses were off and he had a smile on. She laughed out loud relieved he had taken her joke the right way.
"I'll go get the syrup." She said still laughing.
"No you won't your going to relax. I'll find it." He said walking to the pantry.
Wesker emerged a few seconds later bottle in hand. Placing it on the table he then went back to dishing up their meal. Sitting down and handing a plate to Isabel, Wesker watched in amusement as she poured syrup over eggs, hash browns and toast. After a few bites she paused realizing he wasn't eating.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, I've just never seen eggs eaten like that before." He said smiling.
"No one asked you to eat them like this." She said sticking her tongue out at him. "You try being pregnant sometime. You can have the next one."
Wesker was starting to suspect that Isabel had a habit of not realizing what she was saying. She was a very honest person and so didn't censor herself much. It also gave away what Isabel was thinking and feeling. She should be more careful, someone could use that against her. He knew that no one here would do that but most of the world wasn't like that. It amazed Wesker that even though Isabel had been kidnapped and abused she could still be so innocent. He could only hope their child picked up more of her character traits. Wesker had heard what Redfield had said earlier about another Wesker running around and he was right if the baby was anything like him the world would be in trouble.
"Is that an invitation?" He asked.
"An invitation to what?" She asked back perplexed.
"Never mind, as long as the food tastes good to you that's all that matters."
"It does."
"Then you'd better finish it before it gets cold."
After they finished eating Isabel began to clear the table and do the dishes.
"You're not doing that." Wesker stated standing behind her.
"I'm not leaving these here for someone else to do." She replied.
"I'll do them." He said taking the dish she was holding from her.
"Fine you wash I'll dry."
"No I'll do them myself."
"Don't argue with me Albert it will go faster my way."
Wesker opened his mouth to do just that, but the glare Isabel gave him stopped it. This over protective bit was quickly becoming annoying. At first Isabel thought it was sweet but Albert was taking it too far. She had needed his strength earlier, but she wasn't some fragile flower who couldn't do anything for herself. If Albert was going to continue this way the rest of the day Isabel knew there was going to be a fight.
With both of them working it didn't take long to get the morning dishes done. When they were finished Isabel walked to the living room where Claire, Leon and Carlos were watching some sitcom. They didn't take any notice of her walking by.
Hearing the faint sounds of gun shots Isabel assumed Rebecca was in the back field practicing. Before she could reach the stairs leading to the bedrooms Albert was by her side.
"What are you doing?" He said.
"I'm going to get laundry started."
"No you aren't your taking a nap."
With that Wesker led her back to their room. He could tell by the frown on her face she wasn't happy with him and he didn't really care after this morning he wanted her to relax. Isabel seemed to do quite a bit around the place she deserved some time off.
"I have things to do." Isabel said going towards the door.
"No you don't your going to take a nap." He repeated, his voice becoming the deadly quiet it always did when he was angry.
"Do people always follow your orders with out question?" She asked her voice becoming louder.
"They do if they know what's best for them." He countered stepping between her and the door.
That was it Isabel was fed up with being treated like a child. Albert was going to have to realize that though she loved and wanted him in her life she wasn't going to let him control her.
"Well I guess I don't know what's good for me then because I'm going to do the laundry."
"No you aren't you're going to take a nap."
"Damn it I'm not a child. And I'm not one of your soldiers to be ordered around."
"There are times like this morning when I need you and then there are times when I can take care of myself. I know what I can and can't do and I don't push it."
"Exasperating woman."
"Yes we covered that this morning."
Wesker reached up and caressed her cheek at that.
"Please, for me lie down for awhile and rest."
Isabel was slightly shocked, she had only heard Albert use the word please one other time and then it hadn't been a request it had been an order. This time was different he was asking her, not telling her to do this for him and that was all she needed.
Turning away from the door Isabel allowed Albert to guide her to the bed. After kicking off her shoes and lying down he placed a blanket over her. Grabbing his hand she spoke.
"I'm only pregnant. I'm not dying you know. I can still do most of what I could before."
"Then why do you look so tired all the time?" He asked kneeling beside the bed.
"I guess worrying has finally caught up with me." She replied not looking at him.
"There is nothing to worry about. No one knows where you are, your safe."
"It isn't just me I worry about."
"Of course not, that wouldn't be you."
"Maybe this will help you rest. When I leave again I WILL be back."
Isabel felt the last remnants of fear and tension leave her. She wanted to say so many things to Albert, but in the end she knew they didn't need to be said, that some how he would already know. So Isabel just gave him a contented smile.
"Are you staying here while I rest?"
"I think that if I stay here you won't be getting much rest." He replied standing up and walking towards the door.
The last thing Isabel saw before drifting off was Albert watching her from the open doorway.
Walking past the glances the group on the couch gave him, Wesker made his way to the firing range. He knew they had heard Isabel's raised voice and were curious as to what they were arguing about, but he didn't care. When he arrived at his destination Chambers was already there. She didn't realize he was there until she stopped to reload her gun. Still Rebecca didn't say anything she just continued practicing. Wesker wasn't sure why he was doing this. He didn't need the practice every shot he made hit the target dead center. Wesker was just trying to kill time until Isabel woke up. Deep in thought it was several minutes before he realized Rebecca had stopped and was watching him.
"Did you want something Chambers?" He asked reloading his weapon, not looking at her.
"Sir, I was wondering do you love her."
"Chambers for the last time I'm not your captain anymore."
"Old habits die hard." She said looking at him.
"Chambers I would have thought you would be nervous around me and a gun."
"Why? I'm the one who's going to deliver your child. It would be unfortunate if anything happened to me."
"Then I guess I'll have to make sure nothing does." He said aiming once again at his target.
"Next time you don't want to answer you can tell me it's none of my business sir." Rebecca said picking up her weapon and heading inside.
Rebecca knew Wesker was trying to intimidate her. Something he couldn't do anymore. When he had first recruited her all Wesker would have to do is give her one of his emotionless looks and she'd feel two inches tall. He'd always seemed so cold and He'd never hung out with the rest of the officers. The only time Wesker interacted with any of them was during training exercises. He was never mean to them just indifferent. The only time Rebecca had ever seen Wesker smile was right before he'd pulled the trigger on her.
It was weird seeing Wesker connect with another person. Rebecca couldn't help herself, she had watched from the window as he sat next to Isabel and held her. Rebecca knew the answer to the question she'd asked. He wouldn't have been so tender with someone he wasn't in love with.
"Now he just needs to tell her." She said out loud to herself.
"Tell who what?" Carlos asked walking up behind her.
"Oh I was thinking about Isabel." She answered.
"Hey I thought you were watching T.V. with Claire and Leon."
"I was until they started snuggling on the couch." He said wrinkling his nose.
Rebecca smiled at his facial expression and Carlos couldn't help but smile back at her. She had such a pretty smile. Carlos was beginning to realize just how beautiful Rebecca was. She wasn't the striking beauty of Jill or the conventional beauty of Claire or even the natural beauty of Isabel. Rebecca had a shy, innocent beauty that was uniquely hers. You need to stop thinking like that she's just a kid, Carlos told himself.
"So do you want to play cards?" Rebecca asked never guessing what was going on in his mind.
"Sure, what will it be war or go fish?"
Rebecca just stared at him surprised by his choices.
"What?" He asked perplexed by her reaction.
"I'm just surprised you didn't mention something like strip poker."
"No fun with just two people, besides your probably some card shark and I'd be the one naked." He said grinning.
"Well then go fish it is. Let me go find the cards."
Rummaging through the kitchen drawers Rebecca realized Carlos was acting strange. When she mentioned strip poker Rebecca could have sworn she saw him blush. Carlos hadn't even come up with some smart ass remark even though he'd grinned at her underneath she could tell he was being serious. Maybe he didn't sleep well after all.
"I can't find them. I think Isabel knows where they are." Rebecca said turning to face Carlos.
"I wouldn't disturb her if I were you unless you want to deal with Wesker. He has her lying down."
"Yeah, in that case I'll let her sleep."
"Well I guess that ideas shot." He said turning to go back into the living room.
"Wait, we could play monopoly." Rebecca said not wanting him to leave.
"I don't know... you always win."
"Okay if your chicken."
"I didn't say that. Bring it on."
Carlos smiled at her as she rushed passed him to retrieve the game before he could change his mind.
Isabel woke up to find she had only slept an hour. Though she hadn't been asleep long Isabel felt very refresh. Putting her shoes back on she wondered into the kitchen. The monopoly game was strewn around the table, but whoever had been playing it was no where to be found. Who had left the mess in her kitchen became obvious when Rebecca came tearing through the kitchen followed close behind by Carlos. As Rebecca headed out the side door laughing and holding multi-colored bits of paper. Isabel had just enough time to yell.
"What's going on?"
Carlos skidded to a halt and just looked at her finally realizing she was in the room.
"I was winning for once and when I got up to get a drink Rebecca stole my money." He answered.
"So how long have you been chasing her around?"
"I don't know five minutes. She needs to be taught a lesson."
Isabel just shook her head motioning for him to go after Rebecca.
Running outside Carlos found Rebecca hiding behind Wesker's black jeep.
"Okay hand it over." He said extending his hand palm up.
"No. I'm the monopoly queen. You aren't supposed to win." Rebecca said laughing so hard she doubled over.
"Don't make me come after you again."
Fine you want it. Come and get it." She said stuffing the play money down her shirt.
"You think that will stop me?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Rebecca replied in a small voice.
"Sorry, I'm going in after it." He said grinning from ear to ear.
Taking a couple of steps back eyes widening Rebecca was trying to think of a way to get out of this. Carlos was too fast for her and before she could get away from him, he had her by the arm. Grabbing Rebecca's shirt and giving it a swift tug up Carlos un-tucked it and the colorful bits of paper fluttered to the ground.
Still holding on to a shocked Rebecca, Carlos smile faded as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Before he knew what was happening Carlos leaned forward placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Rebecca didn't fight him she just stood very still as if frozen in place. Lifting his head Carlos looked questioningly at her.
Rebecca didn't know what to say or do. She'd never expected anything like this to happen. Carlos was a kidder but Rebecca didn't expect him to take it any farther. All she could do was stare at him. It was a few minutes before Rebecca snapped out of her daze.
"I have to go clean the mess in the kitchen up." She said blushing.
Before Carlos could stop her, Rebecca ran for the house. God what have I done? Carlos thought putting his hands over his face and running them up through his hair. As he looked toward the house trying to figure out what he was going to do, Carlos saw Isabel walking toward the range.