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Strange Fire, Chapter Eight.
Coralie turned the key Caitlin had given her into the lock. After dinner with her mother, she'd gone for a ride, sat by the water for an hour or two, and just thought. She'd wanted a child. That was all she'd come to Canada for. Sure, getting to go to the wedding-just two weeks away-was nice, but what she'd really wanted was for Craig Manning to give her a child. She'd seen the child in her head for months before realizing that the little toddler she was imagining had dark curly hair, just like Craig's. That image had given her the strength to leave the US and return to Toronto.
Coralie entered the quiet house, tiptoeing into the home as to not wake anyone. She saw a head on the couch and realized that she wasn't the only one awake at two in the morning. She saw a head of dark hair and hoped the figure didn't belong to Angela.
It didn't. "That was a long dinner."
"You waited up for me?"
Craig shook his head. "I've been up about a half hour, couldn't sleep."
"Seems to be going around. Must be nerves about the wedding." Coralie knew the real reason for Craig's nerves, but didn't say it, waiting to see if he'd mention it.
He didn't disappoint. "I have a date with you...well, I guess its tonight now. A real date." His smile was white in the dark, and she couldn't help but smile back. "I've been walking on air since you said yes."
"I'm glad it made you happy." It made her happy too, this innocent date, but she didn't say so. "I haven't been on a date in years."
"I'll be sure to make it special, then Coralie." He would too, his mind already formulating plans and ideas, thinking of restaurants and flowers and if he should wear a tie. It just flipped through his head, wondering and wanting everything to be perfect, because she was a woman and it should be perfect for a woman. Perfect for The Woman, capital letters, and underlined even, because he wanted her to feel in his heart the flutter he felt whenever they spoke or touched or were in the same room.
"Even if its not special, or wonderful, or perfect, I'm sure we'll have a great time, we always do." Sometimes it was as if she could read his mind, or perhaps her mind was going in the same direction.
"Thanks for saying that." Coralie smiled at him, and sat down on the couch, next to him, but not too close.
"Craig, I like spending time with you, I always have. Remember the time you cut class and we watched talk shows, and did imitations of the people on them?" At a nod Coralie continued. "When I was in DC and work got hard or something, thats what I thought about. Not the clubbing, not even the sex, but just enjoying a day."
This made Craig smile. "Thanks for saying that."
"Now, get to bed, you have a date tonight." Coralie laughed as she pulled him up off the couch and they headed to their rooms.
Craig contemplated the outfits on his bed. He'd been doing this for over ten minutes when Joey walked in.
"What, did your closet explode?"
"I have a date with Coralie. I have no idea what to wear."
"Try clothes?" Joey laughed at the look Craig gave him. "Craig, she won't care, you know she won't."
"I want to look special, I want to look...I want to look worthy of her. She's a smart, successful woman. I don't want to be a kid."
"Craig.." Joey didn't know what to say, he settled for, "She doesn't think of you as a kid. And I think Caitlin put less thought into choosing her wedding dress than you have tonight."
"She did not!" Craig picked up a shirt. "I'll wear this, and my black pants."
Joey nodded his agreement. "Thats fine. Now, I know you are 18, but ..."
"You can not possibly be giving me a curfew."
"One a.m. Craig, no later." Craig nodded, he wasn't going to fight with Joey about this issue. It was pointless, and he did live under Joey's roof.
Craig headed downstairs, and Coralie came down a few minutes later. She looked lovely and he couldn't help but smile as he remembered the things they'd done in the past. He wanted tonight to be special, because of his fear that he'd never get another date with her.
Joey said one more time that Craig had to be back by 1 am, and then they headed to the restaurant.
Strange Fire, Chapter Eight.
Coralie turned the key Caitlin had given her into the lock. After dinner with her mother, she'd gone for a ride, sat by the water for an hour or two, and just thought. She'd wanted a child. That was all she'd come to Canada for. Sure, getting to go to the wedding-just two weeks away-was nice, but what she'd really wanted was for Craig Manning to give her a child. She'd seen the child in her head for months before realizing that the little toddler she was imagining had dark curly hair, just like Craig's. That image had given her the strength to leave the US and return to Toronto.
Coralie entered the quiet house, tiptoeing into the home as to not wake anyone. She saw a head on the couch and realized that she wasn't the only one awake at two in the morning. She saw a head of dark hair and hoped the figure didn't belong to Angela.
It didn't. "That was a long dinner."
"You waited up for me?"
Craig shook his head. "I've been up about a half hour, couldn't sleep."
"Seems to be going around. Must be nerves about the wedding." Coralie knew the real reason for Craig's nerves, but didn't say it, waiting to see if he'd mention it.
He didn't disappoint. "I have a date with you...well, I guess its tonight now. A real date." His smile was white in the dark, and she couldn't help but smile back. "I've been walking on air since you said yes."
"I'm glad it made you happy." It made her happy too, this innocent date, but she didn't say so. "I haven't been on a date in years."
"I'll be sure to make it special, then Coralie." He would too, his mind already formulating plans and ideas, thinking of restaurants and flowers and if he should wear a tie. It just flipped through his head, wondering and wanting everything to be perfect, because she was a woman and it should be perfect for a woman. Perfect for The Woman, capital letters, and underlined even, because he wanted her to feel in his heart the flutter he felt whenever they spoke or touched or were in the same room.
"Even if its not special, or wonderful, or perfect, I'm sure we'll have a great time, we always do." Sometimes it was as if she could read his mind, or perhaps her mind was going in the same direction.
"Thanks for saying that." Coralie smiled at him, and sat down on the couch, next to him, but not too close.
"Craig, I like spending time with you, I always have. Remember the time you cut class and we watched talk shows, and did imitations of the people on them?" At a nod Coralie continued. "When I was in DC and work got hard or something, thats what I thought about. Not the clubbing, not even the sex, but just enjoying a day."
This made Craig smile. "Thanks for saying that."
"Now, get to bed, you have a date tonight." Coralie laughed as she pulled him up off the couch and they headed to their rooms.
Craig contemplated the outfits on his bed. He'd been doing this for over ten minutes when Joey walked in.
"What, did your closet explode?"
"I have a date with Coralie. I have no idea what to wear."
"Try clothes?" Joey laughed at the look Craig gave him. "Craig, she won't care, you know she won't."
"I want to look special, I want to look...I want to look worthy of her. She's a smart, successful woman. I don't want to be a kid."
"Craig.." Joey didn't know what to say, he settled for, "She doesn't think of you as a kid. And I think Caitlin put less thought into choosing her wedding dress than you have tonight."
"She did not!" Craig picked up a shirt. "I'll wear this, and my black pants."
Joey nodded his agreement. "Thats fine. Now, I know you are 18, but ..."
"You can not possibly be giving me a curfew."
"One a.m. Craig, no later." Craig nodded, he wasn't going to fight with Joey about this issue. It was pointless, and he did live under Joey's roof.
Craig headed downstairs, and Coralie came down a few minutes later. She looked lovely and he couldn't help but smile as he remembered the things they'd done in the past. He wanted tonight to be special, because of his fear that he'd never get another date with her.
Joey said one more time that Craig had to be back by 1 am, and then they headed to the restaurant.