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Shades of Truth
Chapter Three
Ephram awoke to the late August sun beaming through his windows. He squinted his eyes and saw the familiar shine of golden hair as she moved across the room to open the other shade.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She greeted, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Hey." He returned, sleepily. "Wasn't I supposed to pick you up? Many, many hours from now?"
"Yes, but I wanted to surprise you." She replied.
"With what?" Ephram asked, glancing at his alarm clock, which read 6:45.
"With breakfast." She explained, picking a tray up off his dresser and placing it on his lap. "In bed."
Ephram sat up and glanced at the spread in front of him. Amy had made blueberry pancakes, toast, scrambled eggs and orange juice for both of them.
"How'd you know blueberry was my favorite?" he asked.
"I found your Mom's cookbook in one of the cabinets." Amy replied. "She made little notes next to all the recipes, and this one said that it's the only thing you'd eat for two months straight." Amy laughed.
"Yeah, that was right after they told me they were having Delia. Some attention phase." Ephram remembered. "I was 5. I was such a weird kid."
"I think it's cute." Amy smiled. "I like knowing things about you from when you were little."
"Yeah?" Ephram asked.
"Yeah." Amy replied. "I wish I had known you then."
"Really?" Ephram asked. "I was a lot different than I am now."
"How so?" Amy wondered.
"Well, for one thing, I was infatuated with my father." Ephram remarked, hardly believing himself that there was ever a time when he looked up to Andy.
"Really?" Amy asked.
"Yep. I wanted to be a doctor, just like him." Ephram told her. "Then I found the piano, and he found more and more excuses to work late and avoid us." His tone changed from reminiscent to bitter.
Amy decided to change the subject. "So eat up. We've got lots to do today." She remarked, cheerfully.
He took a bite. "This is amazing. You are too good to me."
"I know." She smiled, taking a forkful of eggs. They continued to eat quietly. Amy glanced over at him and laughed. "You have syrup all over your lips." She pointed out, reaching over to wipe his mouth with a napkin.
He stopped her, mid-wipe, and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. "Now we match." He announced.
Amy laughed. "Yuck. I hate syrup." She made a face and wiped her mouth.
"Well that's too bad." Ephram told her, as he leaned over and kissed her again, smearing the syrup all over her face. Both erupted in laughter as she tried to escape.
"Ooo, we should be quiet. I don't want to wake up the whole house." Amy realized.
"Didn't you know?" Ephram asked.
"Know what?"
"No one is home." Ephram replied. "Our dad's have some conference in Denver, and Delia's spending the day with Nina."
"And Bright has to work!" Amy exclaimed. "Do you know what this means?"
"We shouldn't go to the pool if we plan on needing to be rescued?" Ephram joked.
"No, it means we actually do have the entire day to ourselves, no interruptions!" Amy remarked, ecstatically. "That's amazing!"
"Even better, we have a whole quiet house to ourselves, so how about three more hours of sleep?" Ephram piped up, hopefully.
"No way. We aren't wasting this. You've got 15 minutes to get ready. I'll go clean up the kitchen." Amy ordered, as she headed out of the room.
Ephram groaned, but got out of bed with a goofy grin on his face. He couldn't help it, he was in love.
TBC!!!
Just a warning: there will be a few chapters of E/A fluff before the plot thickens. It's for all of us hopeless romantics :) . Bear with me if it's not your thing! Enjoy if it is!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Shades of Truth
Chapter Three
Ephram awoke to the late August sun beaming through his windows. He squinted his eyes and saw the familiar shine of golden hair as she moved across the room to open the other shade.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She greeted, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Hey." He returned, sleepily. "Wasn't I supposed to pick you up? Many, many hours from now?"
"Yes, but I wanted to surprise you." She replied.
"With what?" Ephram asked, glancing at his alarm clock, which read 6:45.
"With breakfast." She explained, picking a tray up off his dresser and placing it on his lap. "In bed."
Ephram sat up and glanced at the spread in front of him. Amy had made blueberry pancakes, toast, scrambled eggs and orange juice for both of them.
"How'd you know blueberry was my favorite?" he asked.
"I found your Mom's cookbook in one of the cabinets." Amy replied. "She made little notes next to all the recipes, and this one said that it's the only thing you'd eat for two months straight." Amy laughed.
"Yeah, that was right after they told me they were having Delia. Some attention phase." Ephram remembered. "I was 5. I was such a weird kid."
"I think it's cute." Amy smiled. "I like knowing things about you from when you were little."
"Yeah?" Ephram asked.
"Yeah." Amy replied. "I wish I had known you then."
"Really?" Ephram asked. "I was a lot different than I am now."
"How so?" Amy wondered.
"Well, for one thing, I was infatuated with my father." Ephram remarked, hardly believing himself that there was ever a time when he looked up to Andy.
"Really?" Amy asked.
"Yep. I wanted to be a doctor, just like him." Ephram told her. "Then I found the piano, and he found more and more excuses to work late and avoid us." His tone changed from reminiscent to bitter.
Amy decided to change the subject. "So eat up. We've got lots to do today." She remarked, cheerfully.
He took a bite. "This is amazing. You are too good to me."
"I know." She smiled, taking a forkful of eggs. They continued to eat quietly. Amy glanced over at him and laughed. "You have syrup all over your lips." She pointed out, reaching over to wipe his mouth with a napkin.
He stopped her, mid-wipe, and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. "Now we match." He announced.
Amy laughed. "Yuck. I hate syrup." She made a face and wiped her mouth.
"Well that's too bad." Ephram told her, as he leaned over and kissed her again, smearing the syrup all over her face. Both erupted in laughter as she tried to escape.
"Ooo, we should be quiet. I don't want to wake up the whole house." Amy realized.
"Didn't you know?" Ephram asked.
"Know what?"
"No one is home." Ephram replied. "Our dad's have some conference in Denver, and Delia's spending the day with Nina."
"And Bright has to work!" Amy exclaimed. "Do you know what this means?"
"We shouldn't go to the pool if we plan on needing to be rescued?" Ephram joked.
"No, it means we actually do have the entire day to ourselves, no interruptions!" Amy remarked, ecstatically. "That's amazing!"
"Even better, we have a whole quiet house to ourselves, so how about three more hours of sleep?" Ephram piped up, hopefully.
"No way. We aren't wasting this. You've got 15 minutes to get ready. I'll go clean up the kitchen." Amy ordered, as she headed out of the room.
Ephram groaned, but got out of bed with a goofy grin on his face. He couldn't help it, he was in love.
TBC!!!
Just a warning: there will be a few chapters of E/A fluff before the plot thickens. It's for all of us hopeless romantics :) . Bear with me if it's not your thing! Enjoy if it is!