The next morning Harry watched Amanda sleep, he thought of waking her up
but he figured he was pushing it going for a third try. Silently he got
dressed and went out to the living room, boxes were left unpacked, dishes
were quickly piling up in the kitchen, 'okay you knew she wasn't too
domestic when you married her' thought Harry. Slowly he got the coffee
maker ready and found a clean mug, he shoulda known, most newly wed couples
got house appilance and such to start them off in live, they got clothes
and jewelry and such. Well in reality Amanda got them, Harry was surprised
at how many people who she had made connections with and how wealthy they
were because all the gifts they recieved were lavish and were definately
not cheap.
"Mmm you making me coffee?" Harry turned to see Amanda standing in the doorway of the kitchen wrapped tightly in a robe.
"You're up?"asked Harry.
"I'm use to it,"said Amanda looking disgustedly at the sink full of dishes,"This place is a fucking mess."
"Well this isn't Paris honey, we don't eat out ever night and you just don't get clothes handed to you at every shoot,"said Harry,"Cleaning is what most people do."
"Is that a hint?"asked Amanda cocking an eyebrow.
"Not so much, do you know how to do dishes?"asked Harry.
"Yeah throw them out and buy new ones,"said Amanda walking past him to the living room.
"You just can't throw out the dishes every time they get dirty,"said Harry.
"I can do whatever I want,"said Amanda settling down on the couch. Harry stood looking at her, she was impposible at times.
"Can you do the laundry today?"asked Harry.
"I guess,"shrugged Amanda.
"Have you done laundry before?"asked Harry.
"No, but ya throw the clothes in the washer then the dryer,"said Amanda,"It's not rocket science." Harry shook his head and went back into the kitchen to pour their coffee
"Just don't put the dark clothes with the white clothes,"said Harry has he walked into the living room with her coffee.
"Well I'll see if I can get around to it,"said Amanda as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Mandy,"said Harry. Amanda sighed and cut him off.
"Look I didn't get up to get the third degree about cleaning,"said Amanda.
"I know but," Amanda cut him off again.
"No buts, in Paris I didn't badger you any of this shit and you weren't working,"said Amanda,"And I don't intend to be little suzy homemaker."
"I never asked you to be,"said Harry. Amanda set her coffee down on the coffee table and got up.
"Where are you going?"asked Harry.
"Back to bed,"answered Amanda as she left the room. Harry sighed and got up to follow her. He found the bedroom door shut on him, slowly he opened it and looked in at her. Her back was towards him as she laid in bed.
"Mandy,"said Harry softly.
"Go to work,"moaned Amanda.
"It's not a big deal,"said Harry as he walked over to the bed,"I need to remember you've never done any of this kinda stuff before." Amanda rolled over and looked up at him.
"I'll see what I can get done okay?"asked Amanda.
"No worries,"said Harry as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
********
Harry sat in his class quietly during his spare, he was flipping through the in class assignment his class had done trying to find the average. It was low and wasn't exactly what he had wanted from them, carelessly he tossed the papers on the desk and noticed his wallet sitting there. He picked it up and opened it up to the pictures Amanda had put in for him. There were a couple pictures of Aiden and one of their wedding day, then there were some of her modelling pictures, ones she had taken of her once the shoot was over. She was topless in a few and Harry had to admit he had gotten a girl he never through he would.
"Are you busy?" Harry looked up and seen Ronnie standing in the doorway. He shut his wallet and sat up, he was hoping that she was avoiding him just as much as he was a avoiding her.
"Not really,"said Harry. He watched as Ronnie sauntered into the room over to his desk. Harry could only imagine what she wanted, but whatever she did want she really wasn't going to get.
"We haven't talked since you came back,"said Ronnie.
"Didn't see much of a point,"said Harry shrugging slightly. Ronnie leaned against the front desk as she talked to him.
"I thought we were friends,"said Ronnie.
"Sure, ya know until you decided to stab my wife and I,"said Harry.
"Pardon?"asked Ronnie,"I did no such thing."
"Yeah because running to Scott with every little thing, then harassing Amanda and I, that was nothing,"said Harry sarcastically.
"That was the past Harry, and what would it matter now, you got everything you wanted, the perfect little wife and your job back,"said Ronnie,"It's all water under the bridge."
"It may be so, but I don't believe there's much to talk about,"said Harry.
"And we just can't talk,"insisted Ronnie.
"Fine,"huffed Harry knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.
"So I heard you and Amanda had a child,"said Ronnie hiding her spite.
"We do have a son,"said Harry.
"He looks like you,"said Ronnie. Harry raised an eyebrow questioning how she knew what his child looked like. Ronnie picked up on it and answered his question.
"I ran into your wife and him,"said Ronnie. Harry nodded his head and sat back, 'god won't you just leave' Harry screamed at her in his mind.
"Oh, well I'm sure in some aspects that was pleasant,"said Harry rolling his eyes.
"Well you know more than anyone she's a sweet girl,"said Ronnie sarcastically.
"Ronnie I'm going to tell you this once,"said Harry,"She is my wife because I love her, and I do not, for any reason, want to hear one bad word about her. What went on was a long time ago and whatever went on was overblown and I don't want to hear about it." Ronnie rolled her eyes at him.
"I didn't mean anything of sort,"said Ronnie.
"Sure, but hey I got some papers to mark here,"said Harry,"And I promised my class I'd have them done."
"Okay well, I'll see you around,"said Ronnie.
"Yeah,"nodded Harry. He watched as she left the room quietly thanking his lucky stars. It was odd in some aspects, Ronnie and Amanda were so much alike, when they wanted something they got it hell or not, when it came to each other they'd fight each other tooth and nail over it, both loved him and both had that self assurance to them that just spilled over. Though, he married Amanda and Ronnie annoyed the living hell out of him. Sighing he picked up his papers trying to get his mind focused on marking them.
********
Harry walked into the apartment to find Amanda sitting at the kitchen table having a glass of wine and Aiden sitting in front of the TV. Quietly he stood in the kitchen and looked around in wonder, it was spotless. Amanda looked up at him smiling.
"You cleaned?"asked Harry.
"I told you I'd deal with it,"said Amanda getting up,"Here have a glass." She pulled a wine flute out of the cupboard and took the bottle of wine from the wine bucket she had it chilling in.
"Look and dinner,"said Amanda nodding to the stove as she pour Harry a glass.
"You did all of this?"asked Harry still kinda shocked.
"I got it all done,"said Amanda smiling proudly of herself. She took Harry's hand and showed him around the apartment. Everything was spotless and immaculate.
"Miss Senate, do you want me to put the laundry away?" Amanda turned from showing Harry the closet and smiled at the maid.
"Oh if you could you'd be a doll,"said Amanda,"Francis, this is my husband Harry Senate." Harry looked at Amanda with raised eyebrows.
"Francis when you're done there you can go home, I'll go write you a check,"said Amanda leaving the two behind in the bedroom. Quickly Harry followed behind her to the kitchen were she was looking through her purse for her cheque book.
"A maid you hired a maid,"hissed Harry.
"I didn't hire her exactly, I called Kyle and he told me about this service he used, you call them and they come and clean,"said Amanda,"So I had one come over to clean, it just so happens she can cook too."
"And how much is this costing us?"asked Harry.
"Three hundred,"said Amanda scribbling out a cheque.
"Three hundred? For three hundred I would've cleaned,"said Harry.
"Yeah but I won't, and you wanted me to clean this place,"said Amanda,"And fat chance that was ever gonna happen. Anyways didn't we all ready have this talk about money and I remember I won."
"So what your gonna fork out three hundred dollars everytime the house gets dirty,"said Harry.
"No, techincally it's only two hundred, but this place was just such a mess,"said Amanda as she tore the cheque out of the book. Harry shook his head and went into the living room to join his son. Amanda got her wallet out and found a few twenties in it. As Francis came into the kitchen Amanda thanked her and praised her work.
"No problem Ms. Senate, it's my job,"smiled Francis. Amanda handed her the cheque and the money.
"Oh Ms.Senate, this isn't neccessary,"said Francis looking at the twenties Amanda gave her.
"Yes it is, you totally made this place liveable,"said Amanda,"I never coulda done all this in a day, you are a saint." Francis nodded and collected her jacket and purse.
Once Amanda had shown Francis out and thanked her once again she walked back into the living room to where Harry and Aiden were. She could tell by the look on Harry's face he was going to get on her case about bringing in a maid again. Inhaling she walked down to her bedroom and grabbed her jacket and purse. Turning around she seen Harry standing in the doorway.
"Where are you going?"asked Harry as Amanda slipped on her shoes.
"Out,"said Amanda,"Dinner's on the stove,"
"Why are you leaving?"asked Harry.
"Because any minute now you're gonna go off again on me about spending and how I should've been the one down on my hands and knees scrubbing this place clean,"said Amanda,"And I don't want to hear it."
"I'm just trying to point out the facts,"said Harry,"It wouldn't have killed you to have done the laundry, I will help out."
"Well forgive me but you said you wanted the house cleaned, and I said I'd get it done,"said Amanda,"I never said I would actually do it."She pushed passed him to get through the doorway, she gotta a couple of feet away then turned and looked at him.
"Now I really regret pushing my dad to help you get back into Winslow,"said Amanda,"You weren't like this before." Amanda turned and walked into the living room, she quietly kissed Aiden's cheek and told him she'd be back to put him to bed. Harry stood by the door as Amanda went to leave.
"Mandy," Amanda looked up at him with bored eyes.
"When will you be back?"asked Harry.
"Soon,"muttered Amanda pulling open the door and letting herself out.
"Mmm you making me coffee?" Harry turned to see Amanda standing in the doorway of the kitchen wrapped tightly in a robe.
"You're up?"asked Harry.
"I'm use to it,"said Amanda looking disgustedly at the sink full of dishes,"This place is a fucking mess."
"Well this isn't Paris honey, we don't eat out ever night and you just don't get clothes handed to you at every shoot,"said Harry,"Cleaning is what most people do."
"Is that a hint?"asked Amanda cocking an eyebrow.
"Not so much, do you know how to do dishes?"asked Harry.
"Yeah throw them out and buy new ones,"said Amanda walking past him to the living room.
"You just can't throw out the dishes every time they get dirty,"said Harry.
"I can do whatever I want,"said Amanda settling down on the couch. Harry stood looking at her, she was impposible at times.
"Can you do the laundry today?"asked Harry.
"I guess,"shrugged Amanda.
"Have you done laundry before?"asked Harry.
"No, but ya throw the clothes in the washer then the dryer,"said Amanda,"It's not rocket science." Harry shook his head and went back into the kitchen to pour their coffee
"Just don't put the dark clothes with the white clothes,"said Harry has he walked into the living room with her coffee.
"Well I'll see if I can get around to it,"said Amanda as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Mandy,"said Harry. Amanda sighed and cut him off.
"Look I didn't get up to get the third degree about cleaning,"said Amanda.
"I know but," Amanda cut him off again.
"No buts, in Paris I didn't badger you any of this shit and you weren't working,"said Amanda,"And I don't intend to be little suzy homemaker."
"I never asked you to be,"said Harry. Amanda set her coffee down on the coffee table and got up.
"Where are you going?"asked Harry.
"Back to bed,"answered Amanda as she left the room. Harry sighed and got up to follow her. He found the bedroom door shut on him, slowly he opened it and looked in at her. Her back was towards him as she laid in bed.
"Mandy,"said Harry softly.
"Go to work,"moaned Amanda.
"It's not a big deal,"said Harry as he walked over to the bed,"I need to remember you've never done any of this kinda stuff before." Amanda rolled over and looked up at him.
"I'll see what I can get done okay?"asked Amanda.
"No worries,"said Harry as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
********
Harry sat in his class quietly during his spare, he was flipping through the in class assignment his class had done trying to find the average. It was low and wasn't exactly what he had wanted from them, carelessly he tossed the papers on the desk and noticed his wallet sitting there. He picked it up and opened it up to the pictures Amanda had put in for him. There were a couple pictures of Aiden and one of their wedding day, then there were some of her modelling pictures, ones she had taken of her once the shoot was over. She was topless in a few and Harry had to admit he had gotten a girl he never through he would.
"Are you busy?" Harry looked up and seen Ronnie standing in the doorway. He shut his wallet and sat up, he was hoping that she was avoiding him just as much as he was a avoiding her.
"Not really,"said Harry. He watched as Ronnie sauntered into the room over to his desk. Harry could only imagine what she wanted, but whatever she did want she really wasn't going to get.
"We haven't talked since you came back,"said Ronnie.
"Didn't see much of a point,"said Harry shrugging slightly. Ronnie leaned against the front desk as she talked to him.
"I thought we were friends,"said Ronnie.
"Sure, ya know until you decided to stab my wife and I,"said Harry.
"Pardon?"asked Ronnie,"I did no such thing."
"Yeah because running to Scott with every little thing, then harassing Amanda and I, that was nothing,"said Harry sarcastically.
"That was the past Harry, and what would it matter now, you got everything you wanted, the perfect little wife and your job back,"said Ronnie,"It's all water under the bridge."
"It may be so, but I don't believe there's much to talk about,"said Harry.
"And we just can't talk,"insisted Ronnie.
"Fine,"huffed Harry knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.
"So I heard you and Amanda had a child,"said Ronnie hiding her spite.
"We do have a son,"said Harry.
"He looks like you,"said Ronnie. Harry raised an eyebrow questioning how she knew what his child looked like. Ronnie picked up on it and answered his question.
"I ran into your wife and him,"said Ronnie. Harry nodded his head and sat back, 'god won't you just leave' Harry screamed at her in his mind.
"Oh, well I'm sure in some aspects that was pleasant,"said Harry rolling his eyes.
"Well you know more than anyone she's a sweet girl,"said Ronnie sarcastically.
"Ronnie I'm going to tell you this once,"said Harry,"She is my wife because I love her, and I do not, for any reason, want to hear one bad word about her. What went on was a long time ago and whatever went on was overblown and I don't want to hear about it." Ronnie rolled her eyes at him.
"I didn't mean anything of sort,"said Ronnie.
"Sure, but hey I got some papers to mark here,"said Harry,"And I promised my class I'd have them done."
"Okay well, I'll see you around,"said Ronnie.
"Yeah,"nodded Harry. He watched as she left the room quietly thanking his lucky stars. It was odd in some aspects, Ronnie and Amanda were so much alike, when they wanted something they got it hell or not, when it came to each other they'd fight each other tooth and nail over it, both loved him and both had that self assurance to them that just spilled over. Though, he married Amanda and Ronnie annoyed the living hell out of him. Sighing he picked up his papers trying to get his mind focused on marking them.
********
Harry walked into the apartment to find Amanda sitting at the kitchen table having a glass of wine and Aiden sitting in front of the TV. Quietly he stood in the kitchen and looked around in wonder, it was spotless. Amanda looked up at him smiling.
"You cleaned?"asked Harry.
"I told you I'd deal with it,"said Amanda getting up,"Here have a glass." She pulled a wine flute out of the cupboard and took the bottle of wine from the wine bucket she had it chilling in.
"Look and dinner,"said Amanda nodding to the stove as she pour Harry a glass.
"You did all of this?"asked Harry still kinda shocked.
"I got it all done,"said Amanda smiling proudly of herself. She took Harry's hand and showed him around the apartment. Everything was spotless and immaculate.
"Miss Senate, do you want me to put the laundry away?" Amanda turned from showing Harry the closet and smiled at the maid.
"Oh if you could you'd be a doll,"said Amanda,"Francis, this is my husband Harry Senate." Harry looked at Amanda with raised eyebrows.
"Francis when you're done there you can go home, I'll go write you a check,"said Amanda leaving the two behind in the bedroom. Quickly Harry followed behind her to the kitchen were she was looking through her purse for her cheque book.
"A maid you hired a maid,"hissed Harry.
"I didn't hire her exactly, I called Kyle and he told me about this service he used, you call them and they come and clean,"said Amanda,"So I had one come over to clean, it just so happens she can cook too."
"And how much is this costing us?"asked Harry.
"Three hundred,"said Amanda scribbling out a cheque.
"Three hundred? For three hundred I would've cleaned,"said Harry.
"Yeah but I won't, and you wanted me to clean this place,"said Amanda,"And fat chance that was ever gonna happen. Anyways didn't we all ready have this talk about money and I remember I won."
"So what your gonna fork out three hundred dollars everytime the house gets dirty,"said Harry.
"No, techincally it's only two hundred, but this place was just such a mess,"said Amanda as she tore the cheque out of the book. Harry shook his head and went into the living room to join his son. Amanda got her wallet out and found a few twenties in it. As Francis came into the kitchen Amanda thanked her and praised her work.
"No problem Ms. Senate, it's my job,"smiled Francis. Amanda handed her the cheque and the money.
"Oh Ms.Senate, this isn't neccessary,"said Francis looking at the twenties Amanda gave her.
"Yes it is, you totally made this place liveable,"said Amanda,"I never coulda done all this in a day, you are a saint." Francis nodded and collected her jacket and purse.
Once Amanda had shown Francis out and thanked her once again she walked back into the living room to where Harry and Aiden were. She could tell by the look on Harry's face he was going to get on her case about bringing in a maid again. Inhaling she walked down to her bedroom and grabbed her jacket and purse. Turning around she seen Harry standing in the doorway.
"Where are you going?"asked Harry as Amanda slipped on her shoes.
"Out,"said Amanda,"Dinner's on the stove,"
"Why are you leaving?"asked Harry.
"Because any minute now you're gonna go off again on me about spending and how I should've been the one down on my hands and knees scrubbing this place clean,"said Amanda,"And I don't want to hear it."
"I'm just trying to point out the facts,"said Harry,"It wouldn't have killed you to have done the laundry, I will help out."
"Well forgive me but you said you wanted the house cleaned, and I said I'd get it done,"said Amanda,"I never said I would actually do it."She pushed passed him to get through the doorway, she gotta a couple of feet away then turned and looked at him.
"Now I really regret pushing my dad to help you get back into Winslow,"said Amanda,"You weren't like this before." Amanda turned and walked into the living room, she quietly kissed Aiden's cheek and told him she'd be back to put him to bed. Harry stood by the door as Amanda went to leave.
"Mandy," Amanda looked up at him with bored eyes.
"When will you be back?"asked Harry.
"Soon,"muttered Amanda pulling open the door and letting herself out.