Chapter 6
Tony was in the kitchen mixing the batter for the waffles when Jonathan walked in. He walked to the fridge, grabbed a piece of fruit, glanced over at Tony and said, "Hi Tony," before walking through the door into the living room. Tony put down the bowl and waited – 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Jonathan burst back through the door. "Tony?!" The teenager rushed over to give Tony a hug.
"Hey Jonathan." Tony greeted him calmly.
"What are you doing here?" the teen asked in shock and wonder.
"Making waffles," Tony evaded.
"No, I mean here, here. Does Mom know you're back?" his eyes widened.
"Yep."
"And...?" Jonathan tried to drag a straight reply out of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jonathan. Would you like some waffles?"
"Tony!" He was frustrated now. "I want to know. Are you and my mom back together? Are you back for good?"
"Would you mind if I was?"
"No!" Jon replied quickly, eagerly. He caught himself. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. Mom's missed you a lot."
"But not you?" Tony teased.
"Well... I guess I might have missed you a bit. You know, your cooking, the clean house, your advice on girls..." He tried to be offhand about it, but couldn't hide his smile.
"Uh huh. I missed you too. The eye rolling, the lack of respect." He playfully punched the boy on the shoulder. "Sit down," he ordered, gesturing toward the table with a nod. "Breakfast is coming up. You can fill me in on things while you wait."
When breakfast was finally ready, Tony headed out to call Mona, but she beat him to the door. "Breakfast ready?" she asked happily. "God, I've missed your cooking." She plopped down at the table and leaned over to Jonathan. "Morning Jonathan. Like the surprise that showed up in the middle of the night? I caught him..." She paused and looked at the empty plate in front of her. "Hey Tone, do we get to eat this wonderful breakfast you made?"
"Just wait a minute Mona. I'm going to call Angela." After all, he'd made the waffles especially for her.
Mona just rolled her eyes and whispered to Jonathan, "This could take a while."
Tony picked up a pillow, tossing and plumping it as he passed by the couch. He'd missed these small, simple parts of his life so much, especially the one that was holding up breakfast. He called up the stairs, "Hey Angela – Breakfast's ready."
She called down, "Be there in a minute Tony."
He smiled at her voice and began to turn back to the kitchen when she raced down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom and announced, "I'm ready."
He turned slowly to look at her and then looked again. "Whoa Angela. You look... wonderful!" He couldn't hide his admiration.
She twirled around in the new spring dress she had bought and with fake modesty replied, "This old thing?"
"You really put me to shame." He glanced down at the worn sweatsuit he was wearing.
"Well, you know, I had to make up for last night. I mean, you were wearing a tux and all I had on was a ratty old robe." She was teasing him, basking in the joy she felt.
"You looked real good." His eyes locked with hers and she felt his love for her, so big it filled the room. She crossed over to him, grasping his hand. He kissed her ever so softly and then pulled away. "Breakfast awaits Madame."
Tony was in the kitchen mixing the batter for the waffles when Jonathan walked in. He walked to the fridge, grabbed a piece of fruit, glanced over at Tony and said, "Hi Tony," before walking through the door into the living room. Tony put down the bowl and waited – 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Jonathan burst back through the door. "Tony?!" The teenager rushed over to give Tony a hug.
"Hey Jonathan." Tony greeted him calmly.
"What are you doing here?" the teen asked in shock and wonder.
"Making waffles," Tony evaded.
"No, I mean here, here. Does Mom know you're back?" his eyes widened.
"Yep."
"And...?" Jonathan tried to drag a straight reply out of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jonathan. Would you like some waffles?"
"Tony!" He was frustrated now. "I want to know. Are you and my mom back together? Are you back for good?"
"Would you mind if I was?"
"No!" Jon replied quickly, eagerly. He caught himself. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. Mom's missed you a lot."
"But not you?" Tony teased.
"Well... I guess I might have missed you a bit. You know, your cooking, the clean house, your advice on girls..." He tried to be offhand about it, but couldn't hide his smile.
"Uh huh. I missed you too. The eye rolling, the lack of respect." He playfully punched the boy on the shoulder. "Sit down," he ordered, gesturing toward the table with a nod. "Breakfast is coming up. You can fill me in on things while you wait."
When breakfast was finally ready, Tony headed out to call Mona, but she beat him to the door. "Breakfast ready?" she asked happily. "God, I've missed your cooking." She plopped down at the table and leaned over to Jonathan. "Morning Jonathan. Like the surprise that showed up in the middle of the night? I caught him..." She paused and looked at the empty plate in front of her. "Hey Tone, do we get to eat this wonderful breakfast you made?"
"Just wait a minute Mona. I'm going to call Angela." After all, he'd made the waffles especially for her.
Mona just rolled her eyes and whispered to Jonathan, "This could take a while."
Tony picked up a pillow, tossing and plumping it as he passed by the couch. He'd missed these small, simple parts of his life so much, especially the one that was holding up breakfast. He called up the stairs, "Hey Angela – Breakfast's ready."
She called down, "Be there in a minute Tony."
He smiled at her voice and began to turn back to the kitchen when she raced down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom and announced, "I'm ready."
He turned slowly to look at her and then looked again. "Whoa Angela. You look... wonderful!" He couldn't hide his admiration.
She twirled around in the new spring dress she had bought and with fake modesty replied, "This old thing?"
"You really put me to shame." He glanced down at the worn sweatsuit he was wearing.
"Well, you know, I had to make up for last night. I mean, you were wearing a tux and all I had on was a ratty old robe." She was teasing him, basking in the joy she felt.
"You looked real good." His eyes locked with hers and she felt his love for her, so big it filled the room. She crossed over to him, grasping his hand. He kissed her ever so softly and then pulled away. "Breakfast awaits Madame."