Hi,
Well I'm glad some people like this sequel.....*ahem* kelly :) I've had a few ppl e-mailing me too begging for details ...........here's something, someone go to jail..........but for what? You'll find out cuz that's the good part...........now get to reading
Justine
Harry knocked on Scott's door, he knew this moment was going to awkward, he had stood back when they had dropped off Aiden only briefly nodding his hello to Scott. He waited for the door to open and when it finally did Scott stood there with a surprised look on his face to find just Harry there.
"Hi,"said Harry nerviously.
"Hi, where's Amanda?"asked Scott.
"She's at home, she's not feeling too well,"said Harry.
"Why what's wrong?"asked Scott concerned.
"Um, well we went to see her mother today,"said Harry. Scott opened the door wider and motioned for Harry to come in. Quietly Harry walked in to find what he would've come to expect of Scott's house, that old English look, not that he hadn't been in there before, it's just the lights weren't on before.
"What happened with Cate?"asked Scott.
"I don't know, they fought over the fact that she wanted to leave Amanda her money,"said Harry,"Then they talked alone and she just went quiet."
"I didn't know if she had contacted Amanda about her being sick,"said Scott.
"She also asked her something else,"said Harry,"When she goes into the hospital and it comes to the end, it's up Amanda to decide when they take off life support." Scott shook his head, he knew more than anyone Amanda would not want that responsiblity over her mother, Amanda ultimately didn't want anything to do with her mother.
"What did she say?"asked Scott.
"She never really gave me a yes or no answer, but I think she said she would,"said Harry.
"Did you talk to Cate?"asked Scott.
"Yeah, she told me not to let Amanda do anything stupid and to encourage her basically to take the money,"said Harry.
"That woman will never leave her be,"muttered Scott looking away from Harry,"When she called to tell me about the cancer I told her I would talk to Amanda about it. Did she tell Cate about Aiden?" Harry nodded.
"That woman is not going to confuse and hurt him like she did Amanda,"said Scott starting to pace,"I won't let it."
"Well she is his grandmother,"said Harry.
"No, no, no you don't understand Cate is nobody to anyone but herself,"said Scott,"She pulled Amanda apart to the point that she knew no boundaries, she may only have a few months left but she is capable of doing some damage of Aiden." Harry bit his lip, the comment about Amanda stung him slightly, he knew one of those boundaries Scott was implying was himself.
"Where is Aiden?"asked Harry quickly noting that if he stayed much longer sensitive subjects were going to arise.
"Oh he's upstairs, he fell asleep watching a movie and I put him in Amanda's old bed,"said Scott,"It's upstairs on the left, I'll gather up his things." Harry nodded.
Upstairs he quietly walked into Amanda's room to find his son sleeping soundly in the bed. Looking around he could remember her room vaguely, it had been years and he had only been there once. It didn't surprise him that Scott kept the room exactly the way she had left it, somewhere inside of him he knew Scott always thought it was just a phase and she would come home to him. Harry walked over to the bed and softly pulled back the covers, amazingly they still smell of that vanilla scent that had filled him that night. Aiden woke slightly as Harry picked him up resting him against his shoulder and chest.
******
Amanda stood at the large sliding door windows looking out at the night sky. Her day had been straining and now she couldn't sleep. Pulling her black floor length silk robe around her tightly and padded away from the window. The apartment was silent, both Harry and Aiden had been sleeping silently for hours, insomnia had plauged her. She walked into the kitchen hitting the light switch on her way in, light flooded the pristine white kitchen as she squinted slightly. There wasn't much in the kitchen besides a wine glass set and bottle of Whiskey Kyle had given them as a housewarming gift. Staring at it for a moment Amanda picked up the large curved bottle that contained the amber colored liquid and broke the seal. Once it was open she retrieved herself a glass and poured the liquid into the glass giving herself a generous amount. The alcohol burned her throat as it flooded into her mouth. 'Why the hell did I come back here?' Amanda asked herself, 'we were protected from this mess in Paris, none of this touched us.' Taking a nother sip from her glass she thought about some of the things she had gone over earlier in the day, her meeting with her mother had her concerned and starting to evaluate her own life as to what she had done and who she was. Life had suddenly gone from perfect to heavy, and something told her the worse was yet to come.
The sound of steps behind her caused her to turn, she knew it was Harry there was no one else it could be. He stood int he doorway of the kitchen with a face full of sleep, squinting at the light and clad in nothing more than his boxers. Amanda looked at him grinning as he wiped the sleep from his face.
"What are you doing?"asked Harry half moaning.
"Just having a drink,"shrugged Amanda.
"Why? It's like three in the morning?"asked Harry.
"I couldn't sleep,"said Amanda leaning against the counter,"Didn't mean to wake you." Harry shrugged and went to pouring himself a drink.
"What are you doing?"asked Amanda this time.
"Having a drink, you think you're the only one who can find therapy in a bottle of rum at three in the morning,"said Harry jokingly to her.
"And what do you need therapy for?"asked Amanda as Harry took a sip.
"The dreading thought that Monday morning I have to go to Winslow and face the jury for a job,"said Harry,"Someone's gotta bring home the money."
"You know you don't have to,"said Amanda,"We've got money."
"Ya but we got bills and such,"said Harry,"And I need something to do, otherwise I'm going to turn into Kyle, lounging around doing nothing constructive."
"It worked for me long enough,"laughed Amanda.
"Wish I could've been a kid who lived off my parents,"said Harry.
"Ah you loved it, if I had a job back then I never would've been able to be on your beck and call,"said Amanda smiling,"You woulda missed me."
"True,"nodded Harry,"So why are you up?"
"What the reasons in alphabetic order?"asked Amanda.
"Babe, it's gonna be okay,"said Harry coming over to her and kissing her hair softly.
"I know, but god why can't the bitch just kick the bucket and leave me out of it?"muttered Amanda as she pouted.
"Well that's the way to think,"said Harry smiling.
"Of course it is,"said Amanda setting her glass down on the counter,"I'm going to bed now."
"Now?"asked Harry.
"The alcohol is getting to me,"said Amanda before she turned to leave the kitchen.
"Lightweight,"called Harry as she disappeared from the kitchen. Harry took another drink from his glass before he dumped both glasses down the drain and set them on the counter next to the sink.
He found Amanda in bed in the dark, crawling in next to her he found her with her head on the pillow and eyes wide open.
"Go to sleep,"said Harry kissing her forehead. Amanda leaned over and looked at him.
"I don't wanna,"said Amanda before pressing her lips to his. Amanda got up and moved herself so she was straddling his hips. As they parted Harry looked at her and grinned.
"You are confusing,"muttered Harry.
"And you love it,"laughed Amanda before kissing him again.
***********
The next day Amanda laided on the couch leaning against Harry as Aiden lounged on the ground on a blanket watching Sesame Street intently. The three of them were tired, the jetlag was wearing off but still they were a significant number of hours behind the currently time. Amanda rested her head snuggly on Harry's chest as she watched the children's show.
"So you going to Winslow tomorrow?"asked Amanda softly.
"I suppose,"said Harry.
"Do you want me to call my dad for you?"asked Amanda.
"I think you're dad's gonna be the last one on my side,"said Harry,"I figure I'm just gonna go in and plead my case to Steven, maybe he'll take kindly to the fact that I didn't get you pregnant til after I married you."
"Yeah you better now find any hot students to replace me,"said Amanda elbowing him slightly in the side. Harry laughed slightly and kissed her hair.
"Don't worry I don't think anyone like you is ever gonna walk into my life again,"said Harry,"Plus you know if I get back in there you're father is gonna to be looking over my shoulder every minute."
"Good then he can keep an eye on you for me,"said Amanda.
Well I'm glad some people like this sequel.....*ahem* kelly :) I've had a few ppl e-mailing me too begging for details ...........here's something, someone go to jail..........but for what? You'll find out cuz that's the good part...........now get to reading
Justine
Harry knocked on Scott's door, he knew this moment was going to awkward, he had stood back when they had dropped off Aiden only briefly nodding his hello to Scott. He waited for the door to open and when it finally did Scott stood there with a surprised look on his face to find just Harry there.
"Hi,"said Harry nerviously.
"Hi, where's Amanda?"asked Scott.
"She's at home, she's not feeling too well,"said Harry.
"Why what's wrong?"asked Scott concerned.
"Um, well we went to see her mother today,"said Harry. Scott opened the door wider and motioned for Harry to come in. Quietly Harry walked in to find what he would've come to expect of Scott's house, that old English look, not that he hadn't been in there before, it's just the lights weren't on before.
"What happened with Cate?"asked Scott.
"I don't know, they fought over the fact that she wanted to leave Amanda her money,"said Harry,"Then they talked alone and she just went quiet."
"I didn't know if she had contacted Amanda about her being sick,"said Scott.
"She also asked her something else,"said Harry,"When she goes into the hospital and it comes to the end, it's up Amanda to decide when they take off life support." Scott shook his head, he knew more than anyone Amanda would not want that responsiblity over her mother, Amanda ultimately didn't want anything to do with her mother.
"What did she say?"asked Scott.
"She never really gave me a yes or no answer, but I think she said she would,"said Harry.
"Did you talk to Cate?"asked Scott.
"Yeah, she told me not to let Amanda do anything stupid and to encourage her basically to take the money,"said Harry.
"That woman will never leave her be,"muttered Scott looking away from Harry,"When she called to tell me about the cancer I told her I would talk to Amanda about it. Did she tell Cate about Aiden?" Harry nodded.
"That woman is not going to confuse and hurt him like she did Amanda,"said Scott starting to pace,"I won't let it."
"Well she is his grandmother,"said Harry.
"No, no, no you don't understand Cate is nobody to anyone but herself,"said Scott,"She pulled Amanda apart to the point that she knew no boundaries, she may only have a few months left but she is capable of doing some damage of Aiden." Harry bit his lip, the comment about Amanda stung him slightly, he knew one of those boundaries Scott was implying was himself.
"Where is Aiden?"asked Harry quickly noting that if he stayed much longer sensitive subjects were going to arise.
"Oh he's upstairs, he fell asleep watching a movie and I put him in Amanda's old bed,"said Scott,"It's upstairs on the left, I'll gather up his things." Harry nodded.
Upstairs he quietly walked into Amanda's room to find his son sleeping soundly in the bed. Looking around he could remember her room vaguely, it had been years and he had only been there once. It didn't surprise him that Scott kept the room exactly the way she had left it, somewhere inside of him he knew Scott always thought it was just a phase and she would come home to him. Harry walked over to the bed and softly pulled back the covers, amazingly they still smell of that vanilla scent that had filled him that night. Aiden woke slightly as Harry picked him up resting him against his shoulder and chest.
******
Amanda stood at the large sliding door windows looking out at the night sky. Her day had been straining and now she couldn't sleep. Pulling her black floor length silk robe around her tightly and padded away from the window. The apartment was silent, both Harry and Aiden had been sleeping silently for hours, insomnia had plauged her. She walked into the kitchen hitting the light switch on her way in, light flooded the pristine white kitchen as she squinted slightly. There wasn't much in the kitchen besides a wine glass set and bottle of Whiskey Kyle had given them as a housewarming gift. Staring at it for a moment Amanda picked up the large curved bottle that contained the amber colored liquid and broke the seal. Once it was open she retrieved herself a glass and poured the liquid into the glass giving herself a generous amount. The alcohol burned her throat as it flooded into her mouth. 'Why the hell did I come back here?' Amanda asked herself, 'we were protected from this mess in Paris, none of this touched us.' Taking a nother sip from her glass she thought about some of the things she had gone over earlier in the day, her meeting with her mother had her concerned and starting to evaluate her own life as to what she had done and who she was. Life had suddenly gone from perfect to heavy, and something told her the worse was yet to come.
The sound of steps behind her caused her to turn, she knew it was Harry there was no one else it could be. He stood int he doorway of the kitchen with a face full of sleep, squinting at the light and clad in nothing more than his boxers. Amanda looked at him grinning as he wiped the sleep from his face.
"What are you doing?"asked Harry half moaning.
"Just having a drink,"shrugged Amanda.
"Why? It's like three in the morning?"asked Harry.
"I couldn't sleep,"said Amanda leaning against the counter,"Didn't mean to wake you." Harry shrugged and went to pouring himself a drink.
"What are you doing?"asked Amanda this time.
"Having a drink, you think you're the only one who can find therapy in a bottle of rum at three in the morning,"said Harry jokingly to her.
"And what do you need therapy for?"asked Amanda as Harry took a sip.
"The dreading thought that Monday morning I have to go to Winslow and face the jury for a job,"said Harry,"Someone's gotta bring home the money."
"You know you don't have to,"said Amanda,"We've got money."
"Ya but we got bills and such,"said Harry,"And I need something to do, otherwise I'm going to turn into Kyle, lounging around doing nothing constructive."
"It worked for me long enough,"laughed Amanda.
"Wish I could've been a kid who lived off my parents,"said Harry.
"Ah you loved it, if I had a job back then I never would've been able to be on your beck and call,"said Amanda smiling,"You woulda missed me."
"True,"nodded Harry,"So why are you up?"
"What the reasons in alphabetic order?"asked Amanda.
"Babe, it's gonna be okay,"said Harry coming over to her and kissing her hair softly.
"I know, but god why can't the bitch just kick the bucket and leave me out of it?"muttered Amanda as she pouted.
"Well that's the way to think,"said Harry smiling.
"Of course it is,"said Amanda setting her glass down on the counter,"I'm going to bed now."
"Now?"asked Harry.
"The alcohol is getting to me,"said Amanda before she turned to leave the kitchen.
"Lightweight,"called Harry as she disappeared from the kitchen. Harry took another drink from his glass before he dumped both glasses down the drain and set them on the counter next to the sink.
He found Amanda in bed in the dark, crawling in next to her he found her with her head on the pillow and eyes wide open.
"Go to sleep,"said Harry kissing her forehead. Amanda leaned over and looked at him.
"I don't wanna,"said Amanda before pressing her lips to his. Amanda got up and moved herself so she was straddling his hips. As they parted Harry looked at her and grinned.
"You are confusing,"muttered Harry.
"And you love it,"laughed Amanda before kissing him again.
***********
The next day Amanda laided on the couch leaning against Harry as Aiden lounged on the ground on a blanket watching Sesame Street intently. The three of them were tired, the jetlag was wearing off but still they were a significant number of hours behind the currently time. Amanda rested her head snuggly on Harry's chest as she watched the children's show.
"So you going to Winslow tomorrow?"asked Amanda softly.
"I suppose,"said Harry.
"Do you want me to call my dad for you?"asked Amanda.
"I think you're dad's gonna be the last one on my side,"said Harry,"I figure I'm just gonna go in and plead my case to Steven, maybe he'll take kindly to the fact that I didn't get you pregnant til after I married you."
"Yeah you better now find any hot students to replace me,"said Amanda elbowing him slightly in the side. Harry laughed slightly and kissed her hair.
"Don't worry I don't think anyone like you is ever gonna walk into my life again,"said Harry,"Plus you know if I get back in there you're father is gonna to be looking over my shoulder every minute."
"Good then he can keep an eye on you for me,"said Amanda.