Melody sat on the edge of Holly's bed, thumbing through one of
her magazines while Emma, was doing Holly's hair in a trench braid. Melody
had always had fairly short hair, and hated it being messed with, but Holly
had long hair and Emma was enjoying the challenge, although it was taking
her forever to do it. She had a magazine open to a page showing the steps.
Melody glanced at the alarm lark by Holly's bed. "I don't think it's supposed to take this long, Mom."
"Give me a break, I'm new to this."
Melody put the magazine down, "When is Stanley getting home? I 'm bored."
Since their last encounter Melody had talked of nothing else but Stanley.. A complete turn around. And Emma's distance from him the past week had been very disconcerting to her. When her mom had called from school and said she was going to Stanley's after, Melody had begged Kyle to take her over there. She wanted to make sure things were going smooth between them. And now it wasn't just her mom that would be hurt if they stopped seeing each other. Melody didn't want to lose him. Just when she had found him. She liked him. She liked him a lot, and was going to do everything in her power to keep them together.
The front door opened, Scrap who had been laying on the bed next to Melody., quickly got up and ran to the sound of his master throwing his keys on the bureau.
Scrap greeted him and Stan leaned over scruffing up the fur on his neck. He could hear talking coming from Holly's bedroom..Emma was here "Well, at least someone is here to welcome me home." he projected his voice, certain for her to hear him.
Melody jumped off the bed and ran out to the living room, "Hi." she greeted. Wanting to go up and hug him, but thought better of it.
"Well, this is a nice surprise, Melody." he was a bit taken aback. Having this kind of attention from her, but smiled at her.
"I just figured Mom might need me for something.. I'm going to help at the dance."
He headed for the kitchen counter where the mail was and skimmed through it. Melody leaned on the counter next to him staring at him. Finding nothing of interest he looked up. How strange it was , having a 13 year old watching every move he made. "I'm sure she appreciates the gesture."
Feeling a big awkward, he walked down the hall to Holly's room, Melody a few steps behind. He looked back and she was still smiling at him. Not paying much attention, he reached for Holly's door handle without looking, just as Emma opened the door, making him loose his balance, pulling him forward. And as she stepped back he fell to the ground. He looked up at her, standing over him, covering her mouth, holding back laughter. "You really should be more careful, Stanley."
Both Holly and Melody started giggling uncontrollably. "Are you going to help me up?" He then realized Emma was in a fairly short skirt and he was getting quite an eyeful right where he was. As Emma reached for his hand, he was oblivious to it, his eyes taking in the sight before him. He took in a deep breath as his eyes slowly made their way up her incredible legs. Emma watched his eyes take in the view, a stern look now appeared on her face as his eyes finally met her gaze.
He smiled, but she quickly pushed him back down and then shut the door in his face, "Hey...what a minute, Emma."
"Holly doesn't want you to see her til it's time to go. No peeking." she said through the closed door.
"I'm afraid I already have had a pretty good peek...that will keep me going for the next few hours." he laughed, and turned to Melody. "Well, I can tell where I'm not wanted."
Emma peeked her head out again, Stanley was still smiling, "I forgot how good you looked in a skirt."
She blushed, wanting to change the subject. "You should be at the hall, helping with the decorations. Take Melody with you, and then you two can pick us up something to eat."
He liked the fact he had gotten to her. He wanted it to be how it was a few weeks ago. He enjoyed making her blush, teasing her. "Anything else?" he added, a touch of sarcasm thrown in.
"Can't think of anything else." She smiled.
Surprised as he leaned closer to her whispering, not wanting the girls to overhear, "Except the fact that you desperately want me." he gave her a wink, and then moved back as she sneered and shut the door once again.
He felt relaxed again. It was so good after the last few weeks of headaches and nightmares to be actually enjoying himself. He turned back to Melody, satisfied with the way the evening was starting. "Well, I guess we have our instructions." Melody followed him back out into the living room where he picked up the keys. And they left.
Once in the car, Melody decided this was perfect. She wanted to talk to him, and now she had her chance. "Stanley?"
"Hmmmmm?" He muttered as he backed out of the driveway.
"You and my mom...everything's going to be okay, right? I mean...well, you haven't been around, and you haven't called." She was hoping she wasn't being out of line. Sometimes adults didn't want to talk about this kind of thing with kids. But Melody felt she had a right to know, and Stanley seemed different. More understanding. He would give her a straight answer.
"If I have my way, they will be. In fact, I have something I need to talk to you about." He continued down the road, the community hall being used for the dance was only a few blocks.
She was curious but he continued driving, when he finally pulled into the parking lot he put the parking brake on and turned towards her. Melody had turned to him her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, looking intently at him. She now saw what her mom saw in him. He had kind eyes and a nice smile.
"I've been building an addition on my house, you probably noticed it."
Melody wasn't sure what it had to do with her, but she liked the fact he wanted to talk to her. "I think it's cool. That would make a great bedroom upstairs. Is it for Holly? She's really lucky. My room is so minuscule." She realized she was talking to much, then added, "It looks like it's almost done."
"I expect another couple weeks at the most, but it's not for Holly. It's for you." He really wasn't sure what kind of reaction this would bring.
"Me? You built a room for me?" Melody couldn't really understand what he was saying. Did it mean he wanted to marry her mom? All of a sudden she thought about living with him, him being her Dad. She couldn't believe how bad she wanted that. And then how guilty she felt. She already had a dad.
"I want to ask your mom to move in with me. And that means you and Kyle too." He tried to read Melody's expression. "I've cleaned out the room behind the garage for Kyle. I thought he might like a little privacy. And then added the upstairs room for you."
"but wouldn't Holly want that room?"
"No, she wants you to have it. But I will give you fair warning, I expect she will be spending a lot of time in there with you."
"That's okay. I like her....but mom..." she looked puzzled, confused.
Stanley knew what she was thinking. "I wanted to get it clear with you and Kyle first. Because there is no point if either one of you don't want this."
"Does it mean you're going to marry her?" she questioned.
"I would like to eventually, but I figured your mom might need some warming up to the idea." He could see Melody seriously contemplating this idea, "So what do you think?"
"I'm sure Kyle thinks it's great. His own entrance...he can be closer to
Amy. He'll get to be a senior at Mission Bay High. He hates his school now.."
"I didn't ask how Kyle felt about it, I asked how you felt about it."
She hesitated, "I would have to change schools too, wouldn't I?"
"Well..it would be easiest that way, yes...but I don't want to disrupt your life. If you really think you'd be happier at the school all your friends go to, I'm sure we can work something out."
"I'm not that happy at my school. And I can talk to all my friends on line. I want more than anything for Mom to be happy. It's been a long time. If living with you will make her happy, than that's what I want." Stanley was relieved. He had thought she would be the hardest to convince, but she had really warmed up to him. "I want to live with you and Holly too. Not just because of my mom." She was a little embarrassed expressing herself this way, and put her head down.
He lifted her chin and smiled at her tenderly. "I know it's been rough, Melody since your dad left." Melody wanted to cry, but she felt awkward.
"He's never been a good dad. It's bad that I think that. It's bad that I want you to be my Dad." She then started to cry and Stanley wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his chest.
"It doesn't make you bad to think that, And I am incredibly flattered that you want me to be your dad. You can come to me whenever you need to. Just like Holly does. Even it's just for a much needed hug." She looked up at him and smiled. "We all need those every now and again." He took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes.
"My mom could use one, this has been a rough week for her."
"Well, I'll keep that in mind for later, we better get in there. Those ladies seem to fall apart without me." He said teasingly, winking at Melody.
* * * * * * * Emma finished up Holly's hair and she looked in the mirror, "I look really grown up. It's perfect, Emma." She turned around and gave her a hug, when there was a knock at the door. Holly let go and ran to the door, Emma followed her.
She slowly opened the door, and standing before them was a man Emma could only describe as a near carbon copy of Stanley, only slightly taller and a little grey around the temples. His smile lit up the room, and it was obvious to Emma this could only be one person. Stanley's father.
Holly squealed with delight, "Grandpa Hank!" He picked her up and twirled her around.
"Well, well, little lady, you get prettier and prettier by the minute." He then noticed Emma over his shoulder and put Holly down. His eyes took Emma in and he raised his eyebrows and shook his head smiling, "And you must be Emma."Emma wondered what had been said about her and looked a little leary. "and I must say my son has exquisite taste." He took her hand and drew it to his lips, kissing the back of it. His eyes met hers and she found herself totally taken in by this charming man. "You don't have to worry, my son hasn't said one word about you...all my information comes from this little lady here, who has only praises for you."
Holly gave him a nudge, "Grandpa."
"Please come in, Mr. Jobson, I'm afraid Stanley has stepped out for a bit, but he shouldn't be too long."
"Please, call me Hank. No one calls me Mr. Jobson." He stepped in the door "I don't know how Stanley will feel about my surprise visit. I had some business to attend to out in Lakeside...a halfway decent stallion I've been eying, so I figured I should stop by. Couldn't pass up the opportunity to see my granddaughter."
"I'm sure he'll be pleased."
"But we're going to the father/daughter dance tonight, Grandpa." Holly looked a bit concerned, not wanting to leave her grandfather out, "Maybe you could come too."
"Oh,no, no....I'm sure you're dad wants this time with you, sweetie. I have all day tomorrow. And we can have this time right now before you have to go. I really could use a little refreshment..think you could spare a beer for your grandpa." Holly skipped into the kitchen and took a beer out of the fridge. He looked at the construction going on, then looked at Emma. He was pretty certain, it had something to do with his son's relationship with her. He plopped down on the couch and Holly brought him a beer. Patting the seat next to him, "Come sit down beside me, Emma."
Emma did as she was told and Holly sat on the other side of him. "So when am I going to hear wedding bells between the two of you?"
"No wedding bells." Emma didn't want to talk about this. Ever since Rachel's wedding she was still finding herself thinking about what had gone wrong with her and Stanley.
"Don't tell me, the two of you are having a tiff."
"No tiff."
"Well, whatever it is I'll have a talk with him. He would be making a big mistake letting you slip by."
"You don't even know me...Mr. I mean Hank."
"I know my son." He didn't want to talk about this in front of Holly, "Hey, sweetie, do you mind if your grandpa and Emma have a little talk."
"No...I'll go, but I want to show you my room. So don't be too long."
He smiled as she walked down the hall, "She's a great kid. Stanley's done a good job, despite all the obstacles he's had to face." He realized by Emma's expression she didn't know anything. He knew Stanley was holding things back. No wonder there were some problems. He changed the subject, "Holly tells me you have kids."
"2. Kyle works for Stanley,he's 16. Melody is 13." she didn't really want to talk about anything personal. "You don't want to hear about me, Stanley tells me you have ranch."
"Just a little one. A few horses, you'll have to come for a visit. " He just kept smiling at her, "Stanley will have to bring you."
"He's so busy with the shop. WE don't have a lot of time together."
"Well, he needs to make time. Prioritize. Work isn't everything. I thought he would know that by now."
The front door flew open and Melody and Stanley were laughing and then he noticed his father with Emma. "Dad" he said surprised.
Hank stood up and went to him giving his son a hug. Then stood back looking at Stanley. Hoping to see a more relaxed happy young man than he had experienced last summer. But was not happy with his appearance. He looked tired, bags under his eyes, he was scruffy, unshaven. "You look horrible."
"Nice to see you too, Dad." He said sarcastically. Melody and Emma had gotten out the food. Melody took a plate into Holly, leaving the grownups. Stanley opened the fridge and got out a beer, he then turned to Emma, she smiled at him. He remembered Melody mentioning the hug Emma needed. And without even thinking took her in his arms, kissing her cheek, whispering into her ear, "I hope he hasn't driven you crazy. Loves to bud his nose into others business."
"He's charming, Stanley."
Hank walked towards them, "I am in the same room you know. My hearing is excellent as well."
"So what is the occasion, Dad? Leaving the old homestead to see the wayward son. Not like you at all."
"Stop being so melodramatic. I am in town doing some business and I wanted to see you and my granddaughter, see how you were getting on. And I can see just fine." He smiled at Emma.
Stanley didn't mean to come across so bitter, but he was hoping to have some time with Emma. And he didn't like the prospect of sharing her with his father at this moment. Especially when there was so many things that still needed to be sorted out between them. Emma gave him a squeeze, "you two probably have a lot to catch up on. I'll go join the girls. We should be going in about an hour. You're taking a shower right?"
"I'll be ready." He held on to her hand, "You don't have to go. Dad won't mind."
"Emma, by all means stay. I was just getting to know her, Stanley, when you walked in. Marvelous young woman...now this is the kind of woman a man needs. Beautiful, sexy, intelligent." Hank poured on the charm, and Stanley just rolled his eyes in disbelief.
She smiled at Hank, and then back at Stanley, "Maybe I've been going after the wrong Jobson."
She then proceeded down the hall. Stanley dug into his burrito, "I hope you've eaten."
"I have, thank you. I feel like I've interrupted something here. The two of you....If you would prefer I leave..."
"No...don't bother." he said a bit annoyed.
"I take it there's some difficulty. No doubt, the fact you haven't told her about your past."
"Dad...I don't need a lecture from you." He scowled at his dad.
"She's a lovely girl. Holly is very fond of her."
"And you think I'm not? This is the woman I love." His voiced raised slightly, once again his father butting into his life.
"You don't have to raise your voice with me, son. I know how painful your life has been. I am relieved to see that you have found something here to give it some purpose, but I look at you and you don't seem happy, you are obviously not getting any sleep. And that doesn't make any sense to me. You have a chance of living a life with this charming young woman by your side."
"I'm not getting into this with you right now. Holly has been looking forward to this dance for weeks. I need to get in the shower and get dressed." He took a swig of beer and sighed, "Look, stick around and we can go for a drink when I get back."
"I'm interrupting plans you had with your young lady."
"We don't have any plans."
"What is wrong with you boy, if she was my woman I'd have some kind of plans on a Friday night with her."
"It's complicated at this time. Butt out, Dad."
"Stanley, I have never truly understood you.Especially where women are concerned. Getting involved with Melissa for one thing. Everyone in town knew what she wanted."
"Dad....I really don't want to have this pleasant trip down memory lane right now." Stanley gave him a dirty look. He didn't want to fight with him. Hank had pulled through for him when the chips were down during his stay at Levenworth. He had made sure Holly knew how much her dad was thinking about her. He had forwarded letters, talked to her on the phone relaying things Stanley had said. He meant well.
Hank knew he had pushed to far. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Stanley. His son had been through a lot. "Sorry, son....I'll back off. Go get your shower, Holly wanted to show me her room."
Stanley headed towards the bedroom. Hank joined the ladies in Holly's bedroom. Holly began showing him everything, Melody got involved too. Emma decided she would go find Stanley.
She knocked on the door of his room and there was no answer. She went in and heard the shower running. She saw his suit lying out on the bed. The one he had worn the night they went to Duke's, she smiled at the thought of them dancing and then coming back here. Her hand stroked the lapels, she sighed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts went to that night and she didn't hear the shower being turned off.
Stanley nonchalantly entered the bedroom in the buff, not realizing he had company. He was surprised to find Emma siting on his bed, stroking his suit, oblivious to his presence. He opened his dresser drawer grabbing a pair of boxers, as he began to put them on he said her name, "Emma, is everything okay?"
His back was to her, but he was looking over his shoulder as he slipped on his shorts, Emma had a nice view of his firm bottom, his broad shoulders, a towel draped over them. It was a lovely sight. She turned away slightly embarrassed.
When his shorts were fully on, he turned to her and smiled. "It's nice finding you here in my room."
"I knocked and I guess you were in the shower. You didn't hear me." She continued feeling she needed an explanation for being there, "I was a bit worried about you. You didn't seem very pleased to see your Dad."
Stanley rubbed the towel through his hair, "You don't need a reason to be here. You're always welcome. Remember that. And as for my Dad...well, maybe I just thought I could have a nice weekend with you and the kids. Now I'm going to have to babysit the old man."
"He's come a long way."
"He can be a royal pain in the ass. But he knows how to charm the ladies, that's for sure. He seems to have gotten to you." He went back in the bathroom, dragging a come through his hair.
"I find him charming. And I don't see what's wrong with that."
He peeked around the door, "You used to find me charming." he put on a little pout, then smiled.
"I still find you charming." For some reason she felt awkward around him. The distance between them was still there. But it wasn't just that. She didn't seem to be herself. She was tired, and moody.
"Really, you could have fooled me. Although you seem to have a fondness for my suit. Too bad I'm not in it, I wouldn't mind feeling your fingers stroke me that way." He re-entered the bedroom.
Emma felt embarrassed and quickly moved her hand away from the suit. Then she quickly stood up and away from the bed. Stanley stepped forward taking her into his arms. "My god, Emma, I can't stand this any longer. Everyday that goes by you are slipping away from me. And it's my own god damn fault for not being straight with you since day one."
"We don't have time to get into this now, Stanley."
"And there won't be time tomorrow either, with my father here. So how much longer are we going to go on like this?" he questioned, a frustrated look on his face.
"I don't know."
"No....it can't go on any longer. Father or no father, I'm spending the day with you tomorrow. We are going to talk. There won't be any more excuses. I"m not willing to lose what we have shared together." Emma put her head down, her eyes level with his bare chest. He lifted her chin, "Are you?" He gazed into her eyes, as she shook her head no. "Good. We're on the same page here." He held her closer, his hands caressing her back. He felt so content with her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. There was a knock on his door.
"I'm busy. Go away." he responded.
"Dad we're going to be late. Are you even dressed yet?"
"I'm getting there. Just a minute." He didn't let go right away, "God, I hope this shindig is bearable."
"I'm sure it will be with you behind the wheel of most of the planning. How were things when you were at the hall earlier?" Emma pulled away from him and handed him his shirt.
Slipping the shirt on he began to button it,. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention..me walking in with Melody caused quite a bit of a stir, with a few of the ladies."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we walked in and there were whispers. I guess it looked pretty weird me being with your daughter. You didn't think about that when you sent us off together, did you? Of course I explained you were doing Holly's hair." he slipped a leg into one of his pant legs.
"Stanley!"
"I made it worse didn't I?" he laughed. "They all know, so just live with it. Who gives a crap what they think anyhow."
"Maybe I won't go tonight. I think someone should entertain your father. I could take him to Joe's place and play pool."
The other leg slided into the pants leg and he zipped them up, then sat on the bed slipping his shoes on, "Over my dead body. I'm co- chairman of the committee remember and you'll be there. The only reason I took it on was because of you."
"Like I twisted your arm. As I recall, you volunteered without any hesitation." She had him there. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Spending that extra bit of time in her presence.
He stood up and moved towards her, "I want you there."
"Only if you behave yourself. I have one more week of school left, Stanley. Just let me get through it." His tie was crooked and she straightened it, he placed his hand over hers.
"I'll behave." he had that twinkle in his eye.
She wasn't sure he could be trusted. But she gave him a kiss, "You look incredibly handsome, I wish you were my date." She ran her hands down the front of his jacket, once again the thoughts of their night together appeared.
He took both of her hands in his and brought them towards his lips kissing them, and then looked into her eyes, like he was reading her thoughts, "And the invitation to remove my suit or any other piece of clothing is open...to you...anytime." he gave her an evil smile.
Embarrassed she walked away from him and went to the door, "You were thinking about it, I'm right, aren't I?" he commented.
"I'm not going to answer that question. I have to get over to the hall, I told them I'd be there early."
"I think I'll drop Dad off at Joe's. He might enjoy meeting some of the local boys, play a round of pool or two. I'll see you there."
As Emma headed out the door, Stanley smiled. They had so much going for them, he was now certain that what had happened in his past, Emma would be able to deal with. Nothing could go wrong. After this weekend, they would be able to start making plans to be together. The little doubt he had was fading.
* * * * * * *
The hall was decked out in balloons of lavender, pink and white. Little girls in party dresses giggled and ran around the hall, the fathers stood around the refreshment table, making small talk. The music was of the typical teen dance variety. It took awhile to get people in the mood to dance, but when they did, the floor was packed and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Emma and Melody busied themselves at the refreshment table. Holly enjoyed showing her Dad off to all of her friends and their dads. Emma kept an eye on them, and couldn't help but notice he was the best looking man in the whole room. He would catch her gaze every once in awhile and that twinkle would be in his eye. He had kept his promise, he was behaving. He had barely said boo to her all evening.
By 9 o'clock the dance was winding down. Some had already left, Emma and Melody went around the room picking up paper plates and cups left in various nooks and crannies of the hall. Half eaten pieces of cake and cookies were thrown in the trash. Emma was just throwing away a few plates over in a remote corner when she turned abruptly to find Stanley behind her. She was a bit surprised, she had been daydreaming a bit, and she jumped slightly.
"Stanley, you startled me." She peered around making sure no one was looking their way.
He just smiled not saying a word and the loud obnoxious dance song over the speakers was replaced with a song very familiar to her. She gave him a look. "this music."
"Yes, Emma, it's music." he said sarcastically. He took her by the elbow, "Will you dance with me, Ms. Heyward?" Nat King Cole's voice resounded above them, the room all of a sudden became very silent. And she felt his words echo across the hall, and a number of parents were now looking their way.
She stumbled on her words, "I can't....it's not appropriate. You promised me, Stanley, you wouldn't cause a scene."
"I'm not causing a scene, but the longer I stand here waiting for you to accept the invitation, the more attention you are causing on yourself."
She now realized her principal and Meg in the corner watching her every move. "This is not fair...you put the DJ up to this, didn't you?"
He smiled, "I am guilty of that...yes. But the girls have been bugging me all night to ask you." He looked over his shoulder and Emma's eyes followed. Holly and a group of Emma's 5th graders were giggling and looking their way. He then turned back to Emma, with those persuasive eyes. "We can't let them down."
She shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe I'm doing this." she said as she allowed to him escort her onto the dance floor.
It started out all very innocent, Stanley held her at a distance knowing she would have a fit if he held her close like he wanted to. But Emma was so tense, and her gaze darted around the room, feeling everyone was watching them. "Emma, relax." he whispered, "you are only causing more attention to us. You should be looking at me."
"You find this amusing, don't you?'
"You want the truth?"
She wasn't so sure she did, but he gave it, "I don't give a flying fuck what these people think. And I'm tired of hiding what I feel for you." He then pulled her closer to him, "If your job is in jeopardy because of our relationship, then it's not worth having."
She wished she could feel as he did, that what they had together was more important than anything else, but she still had to make a living and raise her two kids. She wasn't extremely happy at Madison Elementary lately, it had been terribly uncomfortable. Meg made it difficult every day, and Emma's teaching ideas weren't always conventional, there had been a number of complaints from parents. But losing her job at this time, just didn't seem like an option, no matter what she felt.
Stanley looked down and saw her mind elsewhere, "Do you love me?' his question got her attention, and she looked up at him. That tender look in his eyes, how could she deny what she felt for him.
"You know I do."
"Is what we had together, what we have...worth salvaging?"
She nodded.
He smiled triumphantly, "Then relax and let me hold you, and dance with you the way a man and woman in love dance together." His grip tightened on her "It's our song remember...that first night together in the cab of my dad's 57 Chevy."
The memory of that night at Duke's came back and the story he had come up with, she smiled, "I haven't forgotten, Stanley. The night I made you a man.."
They both started to laugh, and Emma tuned out the rest of the room as they continued to dance. For the first time in weeks Emma and Stanley felt truly relaxed and happy. Nothing else seemed to matter.
When the song ended he took her hand and pulled her past the parents, teachers and children in his path. A very annoyed principal stood in their way, and they stopped momentarily.
"Ms. Heyward, I will see you in my office first thing Monday morning, and I will be filing a report to the board on your behavior this evening." Meg stood at his side smirking at her.
Emma might very well have broke down right there, but she just smiled, Stanley squeezed her hand tightly, and when she turned to look at him, he gave her a wink and a nod, fully supporting her, "I'll be there. And I will be filing a report of my own...one to the tune of the goings on in the principal's office after school. There have been strange noises coming from there. Very disturbing." Meg's eyes widened. And the principal, nearly made a comment, but noticed the looks from parents who surrounded him.
Stanley then smiled at Meg, "I'm sure the board would also like to know what you were doing in the backroom of my shop, Ms. Adams. Now there was behavior of an elementary school teacher if ever I saw it. I won't go into detail here, not with children present."
"How dare you...you took advantage of me."
Emma pulled on his arm, "Stanley, let's not waste our time." She pulled him outside to the parking lot. She let go of his hand and twirled around with her hands outspread, laughing. "Oh, my god that felt so good!"
"You probably just lost your job, and you're happy?"
"I'm finally listening to you."
"You've had quite a change of tune...and by the way you were brilliant in there." He stood with his hands in his pockets, enjoying watching her.
She moved closer to him, her hands wrapped around his waist, his hands slipped out of his pockets and encircled her, "I've done a lot of thinking this evening."
"Really? I can't imagine what about?" he teased.
"Stanley, be serious for five minutes...." he tried to make a serious face and in turn started to laugh, she joined him.
"Are you going to listen?"
"I'm listening."
"I know we have a lot to talk about. things you believe will change the way I feel about you."
He was about to speak and she put her finger over his lips, "Nothing can change the way I feel about you, Stanley. I realized that in there this evening. The way you looked at me across the room, the song you chose to play for me. The things you said." She leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips, he let out a sigh and squeezed her tightly. As she pulled away he was tenderly gazing into her eyes, her finger traced his lips, "This is what's important You and me."
"I like that theory. Can I hold you to it, after tomorrow?."
"Yes." she said with confidence.
"I could be a mass murderer for all you know, the bodies buried in my garden and you're my next victim." He playfully growled and buried his head into her neck pretending to bite it.
"Very funny."
"You should be very afraid." he put on horrible English accent and Emma started to laugh. As the laughter subsided he was serious, he stroked her face, "I love to see you smile and laugh. I hate the distance I've put between us."
"No more distance." She snuggled up close to him.
"Definitely no more distance." He began to kiss her, his left hand strayed down her thigh, and Emma let out a sigh, as he brushed his palm and fingertips up and down gradually moving up under her skirt. He caught a glimpse over her shoulder and Melody and Holly standing there, Melody had a scornful look on her face while Holly was holding back giggles. Stanley sheepishly pulled away from her, and Emma turned to see both girls eying them.
"You are worse than any teenagers I have ever seen." Melody scolded. "and to think you were worried about Kyle and Amy, I think we should be worried about you."
Emma met her daughter's eyes for a brief second, and then watched as Melody's mood changed, and she giggled along with Holly. Emma was a bit confused by the sudden change. "What is going on?"
"I thought you were brilliant, Mom. Meg is a cow, and your principal looks like a weasel. And I for one think you could get a better job. And Stanley was the best looking man in the room. And the other Dad's were all like dying when you were dancing together. They just wish they had it so good."
Stanley looked at Emma and they both smiled, then Stanley embraced Melody, she was a little embarrassed but let him do it. Parents and kids started to head out of the hall, and as they walked past the 4 of them, both were amazed by the reactions they received. "I wouldn't worry, Ms. Heyward, as long as I'm on the board you'll have a job. You're no different from the rest of us. When a good thing comes along you take it." the man patted Stanley on the back, then whispered, "And believe me if I was single, a few years younger....well, I most definitely would have been taken."
Stanley's cellphone went off and he reached into his pocket, answering it. It was Joe from the bar. Stanley was brief "I'm on my way,Joe."
He rolled his eyes and looked at Emma, "My dad is sloshed. I got to go pick him up. He can get carried away. The guy likes to sling em back as fast as you can serve em up Do you mind taking Holly home?" Before Emma had a chance to reply, one of the other committee members had approached them.
"Stanley, you aren't shirking your responsibilities are you? I have just the job for a man like yourself." He let out a sigh, knowing he was supposed to be helping with the clearing up of the hall.
"Well, I have a family crisis to deal with."
Emma sniggered, the way he said it sounded like a lame excuse. He gave her a dirty look. She looked down at her feet so she didn't meet his glare.
"It will take you a half hour at the most."
"I can deal with your Dad, Stanley. I wouldn't want you to shirk your co chairman duties. It really wouldn't look good." Emma teased.
"You just met him, Emma. I really think under the circumstances I need to take care of this."
"Oh, Dad, grandpa is like a big baby when he's had too much to drink. I think Emma can handle him." Holly added.
"I'm sure if he's anything like you, Stanley, I will have no problem handling him.."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"you're jealous?"
"I don't think so." The girls headed for Emma's car and Emma smiled at him.
"He's very attractive." she teased as she headed towards the car. Leaving Stanley standing there.
* * * * * *
Emma dropped the girls off at the house and then headed to the bar to pick up Hank. As she entered she saw Hank propped up against the bar, but he wasn't alone. An attractive black woman was at his side and she was laughing at something he said. Joe noticed Emma and he gave her a wave. She made her way to the bar.
"Didn't expect to see you here. Where's Stanley?"
"He has clean up duties. I'm taking Hank home." Emma turned to see the woman leaning on the bar looking at her, and then the woman smiled at her. It made Emma feel uncomfortable, she quickly focused on Hank who sat next to her.
"I can see you're having a good time, Hank."
He looked up in a drunken stupor, not having known she was there, "Emma....dear sweet Emma." He wrapped his arm around her and drew her into his side kissing her cheek. "This is the woman who is going to marry my son, and give me a grandson." He now was addressing the woman. Emma felt awkward.
The woman looked surprised, "You're pregnant, how exciting. Stanley must be so overjoyed." Emma didn't like the way the woman mentioned Stanley, like he was some old friend of hers.
"Definitely not pregnant. And far from heading down the aisle."
"Obviously a fathers dream. Hank here has only said praises of you."
Emma now just wanted out of there, "I need to get him home. Thanks for keeping him company..." Emma realized she didn't know her name.
"Gail. And it was no problem, he's a charming man."
Joe came from around the bar and took Joe's left elbow, Emma on his other side, "I'm perfectly capable of walking out to the door."
"I'm sure you are, but how about to the car."
Hank managed to lift his head and look at her, smiling, "Ah, a sense of humor, Emma, I like you more by the minute. And if I wasn't a married man I would give Stan a run for his money."
"I'm sure you would." They headed towards the door, and Emma couldn't help but notice the shadow of a man sitting in the far corner, smoking a cigar. It kind of gave her the creeps. I guess she had been watching to many old suspense thrillers. She was glad when they were outside and Joe helped Hank into her car.
"Thanks, Joe. I'm sure Stanley will settle his bill tomorrow."
"No bill. The little lady bought him all his drinks."
Emma looked surprised, "Who was she?"
"Never seen her in my life. Not the type of woman that usually frequents my place. And the guy that came in with her...just sat in the back, nursed a scotch all night."
"Really? Don't you find that odd?"
"I work in a bar, nothing is odd anymore. I figure they just wanted to see how the other half lives. Who knows? I wouldn't concern yourself with it, Emma"
"I'm sure you're right." Emma wondered how much Hank had said to this woman. And it did concern her. There was something about this woman that bothered her, and the guy... what did they want with Hank Jobson? Why would they get him drunk? It was all to strange for her. She tried to put it in the back of her head as she drove back to Stanley's.
The girls were watching TV when they walked in. Hank had brightened up a bit and had no problem walking into the house. "I need to get a cab, I'm staying at a hotel somewhere near a freeway...what was it called?" he scratched his head, as Emma steered him towards Stanley's bedroom.
"You'll stay here, Hank." They entered the bedroom and Hank immediately plopped down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, no, I don't want to be any trouble." Emma leaned over and removed his shoes.
"You aren't any trouble. Stanley will want you to stay here."
He laid back on the bed, "But where will you sleep?"
"At home in my own bed."
"Don't tell me, my son hasn't made a move on you yet. That boy, I sometimes wonder if we are related at all. I often wondered if he was going to remain celibate the rest of his years, or maybe he was gay. God forbid!"
Emma smiled, "Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that at all."
Hank looked up at her, knowing what she meant by that. "Well, then I can die a happy man. " Emma heard the front door open and Hank took hold of her hand, and looked at her seriously, "He loves you, Emma. Don't let anything come between what you have together." He then closed his eyes and lay back on the pillow.
Emma had no idea what he meant by that. She stood there for awhile, thinking about the couple in the bar. What did all this mean? Stanley came up behind her and put his arms around her, looking at his dad, "I see he's made himself at home."
"I just thought, you'd want him to stay here tonight."
"Well, I guess that's how it will have to be, I was really hoping I could persuade you to stay."
"He was hoping that too."
"Really?" Stanley was curious. He turned her around and leaned his head down,their foreheads touching. "So you two had a little tech a tete? Fill me in."
Being close to him again, gave her such a rush. She felt her heart race again, it had been escalating all evening. She knew how easy it would be to just give into him. It wouldn't be the first time. "It's getting late, Stanley. I need to get Melody home."
"You're brushing me off."
"No, I'm being reasonable." She gave him a quick kiss and he let go as she pulled away from him.
He almost commented on how absurd he thought she was, but knew only to well she was still holding back due to the distance from the past few weeks. After tomorrow that would be a thing of the past. He was sure of it and smiled. She was surprised he wasn't going to put up a fight. He followed her out to the living room.
The girls were sprawled on the couch watching TV, "Come on, Melody. We need to hit the road."
"We're not staying?" She sounded dissapointed, which surprised Emma.
"No..."
"Ah, Mom, why not?" Emma gave Stanley a look and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Just because." she realised how pathetic she sounded, not being able to give her a logical reason.
"Listen to your mom, Melody." Stanley knew how kids could be, pushing buttons. He was surprised when Melody took his advise and headed for the door.
She once again gave him a look, "You aren't even going to put up a fight about this? This isn't like you."
"Do you want me to put up a fight? You seem pretty adamant about your decision. And your right. It's not reasonable tonight with Dad here." He moved towards her to give her a kiss goodnight. His lips brushed hers sensually and softly, and Emma felt a shiver go up her spine. "There's always tomorrow." he said confidently.
"Tomorrow." She said in a kind of daze, as he handed her her purse. And gave her a gentle push to the door, content in the fact he had her right where he wanted her. She wanted more. His hand on her back, as they headed out to the car. Melody had already gotten settled in the passenger seat, Emma couldn't take her eyes off him as she got in and buckled her seat belt. He just stood there, confident, smiling.
"I'll call you in the morning." As Emma backed out of the driveway, she felt something was just around the corner. Tomorrow, Stanley was planning to tell her everything he had been holding back. He didn't want to lose her, and she knew that she didn't want to lose him.
Melody interrupted her thoughts, "Mom, everything is going to be okay, right? I mean you and Stanley seemed okay tonight."
Emma took a deep breath and turned to her daughter smiling, "I think things are going to be great." And she believed it. This man was everything she could possibly want. Nothing could change that. Whatever he had to tell her, they would work through it. Their feelings for each other were that strong. Tomorrow was looking better by the minute.
Melody glanced at the alarm lark by Holly's bed. "I don't think it's supposed to take this long, Mom."
"Give me a break, I'm new to this."
Melody put the magazine down, "When is Stanley getting home? I 'm bored."
Since their last encounter Melody had talked of nothing else but Stanley.. A complete turn around. And Emma's distance from him the past week had been very disconcerting to her. When her mom had called from school and said she was going to Stanley's after, Melody had begged Kyle to take her over there. She wanted to make sure things were going smooth between them. And now it wasn't just her mom that would be hurt if they stopped seeing each other. Melody didn't want to lose him. Just when she had found him. She liked him. She liked him a lot, and was going to do everything in her power to keep them together.
The front door opened, Scrap who had been laying on the bed next to Melody., quickly got up and ran to the sound of his master throwing his keys on the bureau.
Scrap greeted him and Stan leaned over scruffing up the fur on his neck. He could hear talking coming from Holly's bedroom..Emma was here "Well, at least someone is here to welcome me home." he projected his voice, certain for her to hear him.
Melody jumped off the bed and ran out to the living room, "Hi." she greeted. Wanting to go up and hug him, but thought better of it.
"Well, this is a nice surprise, Melody." he was a bit taken aback. Having this kind of attention from her, but smiled at her.
"I just figured Mom might need me for something.. I'm going to help at the dance."
He headed for the kitchen counter where the mail was and skimmed through it. Melody leaned on the counter next to him staring at him. Finding nothing of interest he looked up. How strange it was , having a 13 year old watching every move he made. "I'm sure she appreciates the gesture."
Feeling a big awkward, he walked down the hall to Holly's room, Melody a few steps behind. He looked back and she was still smiling at him. Not paying much attention, he reached for Holly's door handle without looking, just as Emma opened the door, making him loose his balance, pulling him forward. And as she stepped back he fell to the ground. He looked up at her, standing over him, covering her mouth, holding back laughter. "You really should be more careful, Stanley."
Both Holly and Melody started giggling uncontrollably. "Are you going to help me up?" He then realized Emma was in a fairly short skirt and he was getting quite an eyeful right where he was. As Emma reached for his hand, he was oblivious to it, his eyes taking in the sight before him. He took in a deep breath as his eyes slowly made their way up her incredible legs. Emma watched his eyes take in the view, a stern look now appeared on her face as his eyes finally met her gaze.
He smiled, but she quickly pushed him back down and then shut the door in his face, "Hey...what a minute, Emma."
"Holly doesn't want you to see her til it's time to go. No peeking." she said through the closed door.
"I'm afraid I already have had a pretty good peek...that will keep me going for the next few hours." he laughed, and turned to Melody. "Well, I can tell where I'm not wanted."
Emma peeked her head out again, Stanley was still smiling, "I forgot how good you looked in a skirt."
She blushed, wanting to change the subject. "You should be at the hall, helping with the decorations. Take Melody with you, and then you two can pick us up something to eat."
He liked the fact he had gotten to her. He wanted it to be how it was a few weeks ago. He enjoyed making her blush, teasing her. "Anything else?" he added, a touch of sarcasm thrown in.
"Can't think of anything else." She smiled.
Surprised as he leaned closer to her whispering, not wanting the girls to overhear, "Except the fact that you desperately want me." he gave her a wink, and then moved back as she sneered and shut the door once again.
He felt relaxed again. It was so good after the last few weeks of headaches and nightmares to be actually enjoying himself. He turned back to Melody, satisfied with the way the evening was starting. "Well, I guess we have our instructions." Melody followed him back out into the living room where he picked up the keys. And they left.
Once in the car, Melody decided this was perfect. She wanted to talk to him, and now she had her chance. "Stanley?"
"Hmmmmm?" He muttered as he backed out of the driveway.
"You and my mom...everything's going to be okay, right? I mean...well, you haven't been around, and you haven't called." She was hoping she wasn't being out of line. Sometimes adults didn't want to talk about this kind of thing with kids. But Melody felt she had a right to know, and Stanley seemed different. More understanding. He would give her a straight answer.
"If I have my way, they will be. In fact, I have something I need to talk to you about." He continued down the road, the community hall being used for the dance was only a few blocks.
She was curious but he continued driving, when he finally pulled into the parking lot he put the parking brake on and turned towards her. Melody had turned to him her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, looking intently at him. She now saw what her mom saw in him. He had kind eyes and a nice smile.
"I've been building an addition on my house, you probably noticed it."
Melody wasn't sure what it had to do with her, but she liked the fact he wanted to talk to her. "I think it's cool. That would make a great bedroom upstairs. Is it for Holly? She's really lucky. My room is so minuscule." She realized she was talking to much, then added, "It looks like it's almost done."
"I expect another couple weeks at the most, but it's not for Holly. It's for you." He really wasn't sure what kind of reaction this would bring.
"Me? You built a room for me?" Melody couldn't really understand what he was saying. Did it mean he wanted to marry her mom? All of a sudden she thought about living with him, him being her Dad. She couldn't believe how bad she wanted that. And then how guilty she felt. She already had a dad.
"I want to ask your mom to move in with me. And that means you and Kyle too." He tried to read Melody's expression. "I've cleaned out the room behind the garage for Kyle. I thought he might like a little privacy. And then added the upstairs room for you."
"but wouldn't Holly want that room?"
"No, she wants you to have it. But I will give you fair warning, I expect she will be spending a lot of time in there with you."
"That's okay. I like her....but mom..." she looked puzzled, confused.
Stanley knew what she was thinking. "I wanted to get it clear with you and Kyle first. Because there is no point if either one of you don't want this."
"Does it mean you're going to marry her?" she questioned.
"I would like to eventually, but I figured your mom might need some warming up to the idea." He could see Melody seriously contemplating this idea, "So what do you think?"
"I'm sure Kyle thinks it's great. His own entrance...he can be closer to
Amy. He'll get to be a senior at Mission Bay High. He hates his school now.."
"I didn't ask how Kyle felt about it, I asked how you felt about it."
She hesitated, "I would have to change schools too, wouldn't I?"
"Well..it would be easiest that way, yes...but I don't want to disrupt your life. If you really think you'd be happier at the school all your friends go to, I'm sure we can work something out."
"I'm not that happy at my school. And I can talk to all my friends on line. I want more than anything for Mom to be happy. It's been a long time. If living with you will make her happy, than that's what I want." Stanley was relieved. He had thought she would be the hardest to convince, but she had really warmed up to him. "I want to live with you and Holly too. Not just because of my mom." She was a little embarrassed expressing herself this way, and put her head down.
He lifted her chin and smiled at her tenderly. "I know it's been rough, Melody since your dad left." Melody wanted to cry, but she felt awkward.
"He's never been a good dad. It's bad that I think that. It's bad that I want you to be my Dad." She then started to cry and Stanley wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his chest.
"It doesn't make you bad to think that, And I am incredibly flattered that you want me to be your dad. You can come to me whenever you need to. Just like Holly does. Even it's just for a much needed hug." She looked up at him and smiled. "We all need those every now and again." He took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes.
"My mom could use one, this has been a rough week for her."
"Well, I'll keep that in mind for later, we better get in there. Those ladies seem to fall apart without me." He said teasingly, winking at Melody.
* * * * * * * Emma finished up Holly's hair and she looked in the mirror, "I look really grown up. It's perfect, Emma." She turned around and gave her a hug, when there was a knock at the door. Holly let go and ran to the door, Emma followed her.
She slowly opened the door, and standing before them was a man Emma could only describe as a near carbon copy of Stanley, only slightly taller and a little grey around the temples. His smile lit up the room, and it was obvious to Emma this could only be one person. Stanley's father.
Holly squealed with delight, "Grandpa Hank!" He picked her up and twirled her around.
"Well, well, little lady, you get prettier and prettier by the minute." He then noticed Emma over his shoulder and put Holly down. His eyes took Emma in and he raised his eyebrows and shook his head smiling, "And you must be Emma."Emma wondered what had been said about her and looked a little leary. "and I must say my son has exquisite taste." He took her hand and drew it to his lips, kissing the back of it. His eyes met hers and she found herself totally taken in by this charming man. "You don't have to worry, my son hasn't said one word about you...all my information comes from this little lady here, who has only praises for you."
Holly gave him a nudge, "Grandpa."
"Please come in, Mr. Jobson, I'm afraid Stanley has stepped out for a bit, but he shouldn't be too long."
"Please, call me Hank. No one calls me Mr. Jobson." He stepped in the door "I don't know how Stanley will feel about my surprise visit. I had some business to attend to out in Lakeside...a halfway decent stallion I've been eying, so I figured I should stop by. Couldn't pass up the opportunity to see my granddaughter."
"I'm sure he'll be pleased."
"But we're going to the father/daughter dance tonight, Grandpa." Holly looked a bit concerned, not wanting to leave her grandfather out, "Maybe you could come too."
"Oh,no, no....I'm sure you're dad wants this time with you, sweetie. I have all day tomorrow. And we can have this time right now before you have to go. I really could use a little refreshment..think you could spare a beer for your grandpa." Holly skipped into the kitchen and took a beer out of the fridge. He looked at the construction going on, then looked at Emma. He was pretty certain, it had something to do with his son's relationship with her. He plopped down on the couch and Holly brought him a beer. Patting the seat next to him, "Come sit down beside me, Emma."
Emma did as she was told and Holly sat on the other side of him. "So when am I going to hear wedding bells between the two of you?"
"No wedding bells." Emma didn't want to talk about this. Ever since Rachel's wedding she was still finding herself thinking about what had gone wrong with her and Stanley.
"Don't tell me, the two of you are having a tiff."
"No tiff."
"Well, whatever it is I'll have a talk with him. He would be making a big mistake letting you slip by."
"You don't even know me...Mr. I mean Hank."
"I know my son." He didn't want to talk about this in front of Holly, "Hey, sweetie, do you mind if your grandpa and Emma have a little talk."
"No...I'll go, but I want to show you my room. So don't be too long."
He smiled as she walked down the hall, "She's a great kid. Stanley's done a good job, despite all the obstacles he's had to face." He realized by Emma's expression she didn't know anything. He knew Stanley was holding things back. No wonder there were some problems. He changed the subject, "Holly tells me you have kids."
"2. Kyle works for Stanley,he's 16. Melody is 13." she didn't really want to talk about anything personal. "You don't want to hear about me, Stanley tells me you have ranch."
"Just a little one. A few horses, you'll have to come for a visit. " He just kept smiling at her, "Stanley will have to bring you."
"He's so busy with the shop. WE don't have a lot of time together."
"Well, he needs to make time. Prioritize. Work isn't everything. I thought he would know that by now."
The front door flew open and Melody and Stanley were laughing and then he noticed his father with Emma. "Dad" he said surprised.
Hank stood up and went to him giving his son a hug. Then stood back looking at Stanley. Hoping to see a more relaxed happy young man than he had experienced last summer. But was not happy with his appearance. He looked tired, bags under his eyes, he was scruffy, unshaven. "You look horrible."
"Nice to see you too, Dad." He said sarcastically. Melody and Emma had gotten out the food. Melody took a plate into Holly, leaving the grownups. Stanley opened the fridge and got out a beer, he then turned to Emma, she smiled at him. He remembered Melody mentioning the hug Emma needed. And without even thinking took her in his arms, kissing her cheek, whispering into her ear, "I hope he hasn't driven you crazy. Loves to bud his nose into others business."
"He's charming, Stanley."
Hank walked towards them, "I am in the same room you know. My hearing is excellent as well."
"So what is the occasion, Dad? Leaving the old homestead to see the wayward son. Not like you at all."
"Stop being so melodramatic. I am in town doing some business and I wanted to see you and my granddaughter, see how you were getting on. And I can see just fine." He smiled at Emma.
Stanley didn't mean to come across so bitter, but he was hoping to have some time with Emma. And he didn't like the prospect of sharing her with his father at this moment. Especially when there was so many things that still needed to be sorted out between them. Emma gave him a squeeze, "you two probably have a lot to catch up on. I'll go join the girls. We should be going in about an hour. You're taking a shower right?"
"I'll be ready." He held on to her hand, "You don't have to go. Dad won't mind."
"Emma, by all means stay. I was just getting to know her, Stanley, when you walked in. Marvelous young woman...now this is the kind of woman a man needs. Beautiful, sexy, intelligent." Hank poured on the charm, and Stanley just rolled his eyes in disbelief.
She smiled at Hank, and then back at Stanley, "Maybe I've been going after the wrong Jobson."
She then proceeded down the hall. Stanley dug into his burrito, "I hope you've eaten."
"I have, thank you. I feel like I've interrupted something here. The two of you....If you would prefer I leave..."
"No...don't bother." he said a bit annoyed.
"I take it there's some difficulty. No doubt, the fact you haven't told her about your past."
"Dad...I don't need a lecture from you." He scowled at his dad.
"She's a lovely girl. Holly is very fond of her."
"And you think I'm not? This is the woman I love." His voiced raised slightly, once again his father butting into his life.
"You don't have to raise your voice with me, son. I know how painful your life has been. I am relieved to see that you have found something here to give it some purpose, but I look at you and you don't seem happy, you are obviously not getting any sleep. And that doesn't make any sense to me. You have a chance of living a life with this charming young woman by your side."
"I'm not getting into this with you right now. Holly has been looking forward to this dance for weeks. I need to get in the shower and get dressed." He took a swig of beer and sighed, "Look, stick around and we can go for a drink when I get back."
"I'm interrupting plans you had with your young lady."
"We don't have any plans."
"What is wrong with you boy, if she was my woman I'd have some kind of plans on a Friday night with her."
"It's complicated at this time. Butt out, Dad."
"Stanley, I have never truly understood you.Especially where women are concerned. Getting involved with Melissa for one thing. Everyone in town knew what she wanted."
"Dad....I really don't want to have this pleasant trip down memory lane right now." Stanley gave him a dirty look. He didn't want to fight with him. Hank had pulled through for him when the chips were down during his stay at Levenworth. He had made sure Holly knew how much her dad was thinking about her. He had forwarded letters, talked to her on the phone relaying things Stanley had said. He meant well.
Hank knew he had pushed to far. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Stanley. His son had been through a lot. "Sorry, son....I'll back off. Go get your shower, Holly wanted to show me her room."
Stanley headed towards the bedroom. Hank joined the ladies in Holly's bedroom. Holly began showing him everything, Melody got involved too. Emma decided she would go find Stanley.
She knocked on the door of his room and there was no answer. She went in and heard the shower running. She saw his suit lying out on the bed. The one he had worn the night they went to Duke's, she smiled at the thought of them dancing and then coming back here. Her hand stroked the lapels, she sighed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts went to that night and she didn't hear the shower being turned off.
Stanley nonchalantly entered the bedroom in the buff, not realizing he had company. He was surprised to find Emma siting on his bed, stroking his suit, oblivious to his presence. He opened his dresser drawer grabbing a pair of boxers, as he began to put them on he said her name, "Emma, is everything okay?"
His back was to her, but he was looking over his shoulder as he slipped on his shorts, Emma had a nice view of his firm bottom, his broad shoulders, a towel draped over them. It was a lovely sight. She turned away slightly embarrassed.
When his shorts were fully on, he turned to her and smiled. "It's nice finding you here in my room."
"I knocked and I guess you were in the shower. You didn't hear me." She continued feeling she needed an explanation for being there, "I was a bit worried about you. You didn't seem very pleased to see your Dad."
Stanley rubbed the towel through his hair, "You don't need a reason to be here. You're always welcome. Remember that. And as for my Dad...well, maybe I just thought I could have a nice weekend with you and the kids. Now I'm going to have to babysit the old man."
"He's come a long way."
"He can be a royal pain in the ass. But he knows how to charm the ladies, that's for sure. He seems to have gotten to you." He went back in the bathroom, dragging a come through his hair.
"I find him charming. And I don't see what's wrong with that."
He peeked around the door, "You used to find me charming." he put on a little pout, then smiled.
"I still find you charming." For some reason she felt awkward around him. The distance between them was still there. But it wasn't just that. She didn't seem to be herself. She was tired, and moody.
"Really, you could have fooled me. Although you seem to have a fondness for my suit. Too bad I'm not in it, I wouldn't mind feeling your fingers stroke me that way." He re-entered the bedroom.
Emma felt embarrassed and quickly moved her hand away from the suit. Then she quickly stood up and away from the bed. Stanley stepped forward taking her into his arms. "My god, Emma, I can't stand this any longer. Everyday that goes by you are slipping away from me. And it's my own god damn fault for not being straight with you since day one."
"We don't have time to get into this now, Stanley."
"And there won't be time tomorrow either, with my father here. So how much longer are we going to go on like this?" he questioned, a frustrated look on his face.
"I don't know."
"No....it can't go on any longer. Father or no father, I'm spending the day with you tomorrow. We are going to talk. There won't be any more excuses. I"m not willing to lose what we have shared together." Emma put her head down, her eyes level with his bare chest. He lifted her chin, "Are you?" He gazed into her eyes, as she shook her head no. "Good. We're on the same page here." He held her closer, his hands caressing her back. He felt so content with her in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. There was a knock on his door.
"I'm busy. Go away." he responded.
"Dad we're going to be late. Are you even dressed yet?"
"I'm getting there. Just a minute." He didn't let go right away, "God, I hope this shindig is bearable."
"I'm sure it will be with you behind the wheel of most of the planning. How were things when you were at the hall earlier?" Emma pulled away from him and handed him his shirt.
Slipping the shirt on he began to button it,. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention..me walking in with Melody caused quite a bit of a stir, with a few of the ladies."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we walked in and there were whispers. I guess it looked pretty weird me being with your daughter. You didn't think about that when you sent us off together, did you? Of course I explained you were doing Holly's hair." he slipped a leg into one of his pant legs.
"Stanley!"
"I made it worse didn't I?" he laughed. "They all know, so just live with it. Who gives a crap what they think anyhow."
"Maybe I won't go tonight. I think someone should entertain your father. I could take him to Joe's place and play pool."
The other leg slided into the pants leg and he zipped them up, then sat on the bed slipping his shoes on, "Over my dead body. I'm co- chairman of the committee remember and you'll be there. The only reason I took it on was because of you."
"Like I twisted your arm. As I recall, you volunteered without any hesitation." She had him there. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Spending that extra bit of time in her presence.
He stood up and moved towards her, "I want you there."
"Only if you behave yourself. I have one more week of school left, Stanley. Just let me get through it." His tie was crooked and she straightened it, he placed his hand over hers.
"I'll behave." he had that twinkle in his eye.
She wasn't sure he could be trusted. But she gave him a kiss, "You look incredibly handsome, I wish you were my date." She ran her hands down the front of his jacket, once again the thoughts of their night together appeared.
He took both of her hands in his and brought them towards his lips kissing them, and then looked into her eyes, like he was reading her thoughts, "And the invitation to remove my suit or any other piece of clothing is open...to you...anytime." he gave her an evil smile.
Embarrassed she walked away from him and went to the door, "You were thinking about it, I'm right, aren't I?" he commented.
"I'm not going to answer that question. I have to get over to the hall, I told them I'd be there early."
"I think I'll drop Dad off at Joe's. He might enjoy meeting some of the local boys, play a round of pool or two. I'll see you there."
As Emma headed out the door, Stanley smiled. They had so much going for them, he was now certain that what had happened in his past, Emma would be able to deal with. Nothing could go wrong. After this weekend, they would be able to start making plans to be together. The little doubt he had was fading.
* * * * * * *
The hall was decked out in balloons of lavender, pink and white. Little girls in party dresses giggled and ran around the hall, the fathers stood around the refreshment table, making small talk. The music was of the typical teen dance variety. It took awhile to get people in the mood to dance, but when they did, the floor was packed and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Emma and Melody busied themselves at the refreshment table. Holly enjoyed showing her Dad off to all of her friends and their dads. Emma kept an eye on them, and couldn't help but notice he was the best looking man in the whole room. He would catch her gaze every once in awhile and that twinkle would be in his eye. He had kept his promise, he was behaving. He had barely said boo to her all evening.
By 9 o'clock the dance was winding down. Some had already left, Emma and Melody went around the room picking up paper plates and cups left in various nooks and crannies of the hall. Half eaten pieces of cake and cookies were thrown in the trash. Emma was just throwing away a few plates over in a remote corner when she turned abruptly to find Stanley behind her. She was a bit surprised, she had been daydreaming a bit, and she jumped slightly.
"Stanley, you startled me." She peered around making sure no one was looking their way.
He just smiled not saying a word and the loud obnoxious dance song over the speakers was replaced with a song very familiar to her. She gave him a look. "this music."
"Yes, Emma, it's music." he said sarcastically. He took her by the elbow, "Will you dance with me, Ms. Heyward?" Nat King Cole's voice resounded above them, the room all of a sudden became very silent. And she felt his words echo across the hall, and a number of parents were now looking their way.
She stumbled on her words, "I can't....it's not appropriate. You promised me, Stanley, you wouldn't cause a scene."
"I'm not causing a scene, but the longer I stand here waiting for you to accept the invitation, the more attention you are causing on yourself."
She now realized her principal and Meg in the corner watching her every move. "This is not fair...you put the DJ up to this, didn't you?"
He smiled, "I am guilty of that...yes. But the girls have been bugging me all night to ask you." He looked over his shoulder and Emma's eyes followed. Holly and a group of Emma's 5th graders were giggling and looking their way. He then turned back to Emma, with those persuasive eyes. "We can't let them down."
She shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe I'm doing this." she said as she allowed to him escort her onto the dance floor.
It started out all very innocent, Stanley held her at a distance knowing she would have a fit if he held her close like he wanted to. But Emma was so tense, and her gaze darted around the room, feeling everyone was watching them. "Emma, relax." he whispered, "you are only causing more attention to us. You should be looking at me."
"You find this amusing, don't you?'
"You want the truth?"
She wasn't so sure she did, but he gave it, "I don't give a flying fuck what these people think. And I'm tired of hiding what I feel for you." He then pulled her closer to him, "If your job is in jeopardy because of our relationship, then it's not worth having."
She wished she could feel as he did, that what they had together was more important than anything else, but she still had to make a living and raise her two kids. She wasn't extremely happy at Madison Elementary lately, it had been terribly uncomfortable. Meg made it difficult every day, and Emma's teaching ideas weren't always conventional, there had been a number of complaints from parents. But losing her job at this time, just didn't seem like an option, no matter what she felt.
Stanley looked down and saw her mind elsewhere, "Do you love me?' his question got her attention, and she looked up at him. That tender look in his eyes, how could she deny what she felt for him.
"You know I do."
"Is what we had together, what we have...worth salvaging?"
She nodded.
He smiled triumphantly, "Then relax and let me hold you, and dance with you the way a man and woman in love dance together." His grip tightened on her "It's our song remember...that first night together in the cab of my dad's 57 Chevy."
The memory of that night at Duke's came back and the story he had come up with, she smiled, "I haven't forgotten, Stanley. The night I made you a man.."
They both started to laugh, and Emma tuned out the rest of the room as they continued to dance. For the first time in weeks Emma and Stanley felt truly relaxed and happy. Nothing else seemed to matter.
When the song ended he took her hand and pulled her past the parents, teachers and children in his path. A very annoyed principal stood in their way, and they stopped momentarily.
"Ms. Heyward, I will see you in my office first thing Monday morning, and I will be filing a report to the board on your behavior this evening." Meg stood at his side smirking at her.
Emma might very well have broke down right there, but she just smiled, Stanley squeezed her hand tightly, and when she turned to look at him, he gave her a wink and a nod, fully supporting her, "I'll be there. And I will be filing a report of my own...one to the tune of the goings on in the principal's office after school. There have been strange noises coming from there. Very disturbing." Meg's eyes widened. And the principal, nearly made a comment, but noticed the looks from parents who surrounded him.
Stanley then smiled at Meg, "I'm sure the board would also like to know what you were doing in the backroom of my shop, Ms. Adams. Now there was behavior of an elementary school teacher if ever I saw it. I won't go into detail here, not with children present."
"How dare you...you took advantage of me."
Emma pulled on his arm, "Stanley, let's not waste our time." She pulled him outside to the parking lot. She let go of his hand and twirled around with her hands outspread, laughing. "Oh, my god that felt so good!"
"You probably just lost your job, and you're happy?"
"I'm finally listening to you."
"You've had quite a change of tune...and by the way you were brilliant in there." He stood with his hands in his pockets, enjoying watching her.
She moved closer to him, her hands wrapped around his waist, his hands slipped out of his pockets and encircled her, "I've done a lot of thinking this evening."
"Really? I can't imagine what about?" he teased.
"Stanley, be serious for five minutes...." he tried to make a serious face and in turn started to laugh, she joined him.
"Are you going to listen?"
"I'm listening."
"I know we have a lot to talk about. things you believe will change the way I feel about you."
He was about to speak and she put her finger over his lips, "Nothing can change the way I feel about you, Stanley. I realized that in there this evening. The way you looked at me across the room, the song you chose to play for me. The things you said." She leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips, he let out a sigh and squeezed her tightly. As she pulled away he was tenderly gazing into her eyes, her finger traced his lips, "This is what's important You and me."
"I like that theory. Can I hold you to it, after tomorrow?."
"Yes." she said with confidence.
"I could be a mass murderer for all you know, the bodies buried in my garden and you're my next victim." He playfully growled and buried his head into her neck pretending to bite it.
"Very funny."
"You should be very afraid." he put on horrible English accent and Emma started to laugh. As the laughter subsided he was serious, he stroked her face, "I love to see you smile and laugh. I hate the distance I've put between us."
"No more distance." She snuggled up close to him.
"Definitely no more distance." He began to kiss her, his left hand strayed down her thigh, and Emma let out a sigh, as he brushed his palm and fingertips up and down gradually moving up under her skirt. He caught a glimpse over her shoulder and Melody and Holly standing there, Melody had a scornful look on her face while Holly was holding back giggles. Stanley sheepishly pulled away from her, and Emma turned to see both girls eying them.
"You are worse than any teenagers I have ever seen." Melody scolded. "and to think you were worried about Kyle and Amy, I think we should be worried about you."
Emma met her daughter's eyes for a brief second, and then watched as Melody's mood changed, and she giggled along with Holly. Emma was a bit confused by the sudden change. "What is going on?"
"I thought you were brilliant, Mom. Meg is a cow, and your principal looks like a weasel. And I for one think you could get a better job. And Stanley was the best looking man in the room. And the other Dad's were all like dying when you were dancing together. They just wish they had it so good."
Stanley looked at Emma and they both smiled, then Stanley embraced Melody, she was a little embarrassed but let him do it. Parents and kids started to head out of the hall, and as they walked past the 4 of them, both were amazed by the reactions they received. "I wouldn't worry, Ms. Heyward, as long as I'm on the board you'll have a job. You're no different from the rest of us. When a good thing comes along you take it." the man patted Stanley on the back, then whispered, "And believe me if I was single, a few years younger....well, I most definitely would have been taken."
Stanley's cellphone went off and he reached into his pocket, answering it. It was Joe from the bar. Stanley was brief "I'm on my way,Joe."
He rolled his eyes and looked at Emma, "My dad is sloshed. I got to go pick him up. He can get carried away. The guy likes to sling em back as fast as you can serve em up Do you mind taking Holly home?" Before Emma had a chance to reply, one of the other committee members had approached them.
"Stanley, you aren't shirking your responsibilities are you? I have just the job for a man like yourself." He let out a sigh, knowing he was supposed to be helping with the clearing up of the hall.
"Well, I have a family crisis to deal with."
Emma sniggered, the way he said it sounded like a lame excuse. He gave her a dirty look. She looked down at her feet so she didn't meet his glare.
"It will take you a half hour at the most."
"I can deal with your Dad, Stanley. I wouldn't want you to shirk your co chairman duties. It really wouldn't look good." Emma teased.
"You just met him, Emma. I really think under the circumstances I need to take care of this."
"Oh, Dad, grandpa is like a big baby when he's had too much to drink. I think Emma can handle him." Holly added.
"I'm sure if he's anything like you, Stanley, I will have no problem handling him.."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"you're jealous?"
"I don't think so." The girls headed for Emma's car and Emma smiled at him.
"He's very attractive." she teased as she headed towards the car. Leaving Stanley standing there.
* * * * * *
Emma dropped the girls off at the house and then headed to the bar to pick up Hank. As she entered she saw Hank propped up against the bar, but he wasn't alone. An attractive black woman was at his side and she was laughing at something he said. Joe noticed Emma and he gave her a wave. She made her way to the bar.
"Didn't expect to see you here. Where's Stanley?"
"He has clean up duties. I'm taking Hank home." Emma turned to see the woman leaning on the bar looking at her, and then the woman smiled at her. It made Emma feel uncomfortable, she quickly focused on Hank who sat next to her.
"I can see you're having a good time, Hank."
He looked up in a drunken stupor, not having known she was there, "Emma....dear sweet Emma." He wrapped his arm around her and drew her into his side kissing her cheek. "This is the woman who is going to marry my son, and give me a grandson." He now was addressing the woman. Emma felt awkward.
The woman looked surprised, "You're pregnant, how exciting. Stanley must be so overjoyed." Emma didn't like the way the woman mentioned Stanley, like he was some old friend of hers.
"Definitely not pregnant. And far from heading down the aisle."
"Obviously a fathers dream. Hank here has only said praises of you."
Emma now just wanted out of there, "I need to get him home. Thanks for keeping him company..." Emma realized she didn't know her name.
"Gail. And it was no problem, he's a charming man."
Joe came from around the bar and took Joe's left elbow, Emma on his other side, "I'm perfectly capable of walking out to the door."
"I'm sure you are, but how about to the car."
Hank managed to lift his head and look at her, smiling, "Ah, a sense of humor, Emma, I like you more by the minute. And if I wasn't a married man I would give Stan a run for his money."
"I'm sure you would." They headed towards the door, and Emma couldn't help but notice the shadow of a man sitting in the far corner, smoking a cigar. It kind of gave her the creeps. I guess she had been watching to many old suspense thrillers. She was glad when they were outside and Joe helped Hank into her car.
"Thanks, Joe. I'm sure Stanley will settle his bill tomorrow."
"No bill. The little lady bought him all his drinks."
Emma looked surprised, "Who was she?"
"Never seen her in my life. Not the type of woman that usually frequents my place. And the guy that came in with her...just sat in the back, nursed a scotch all night."
"Really? Don't you find that odd?"
"I work in a bar, nothing is odd anymore. I figure they just wanted to see how the other half lives. Who knows? I wouldn't concern yourself with it, Emma"
"I'm sure you're right." Emma wondered how much Hank had said to this woman. And it did concern her. There was something about this woman that bothered her, and the guy... what did they want with Hank Jobson? Why would they get him drunk? It was all to strange for her. She tried to put it in the back of her head as she drove back to Stanley's.
The girls were watching TV when they walked in. Hank had brightened up a bit and had no problem walking into the house. "I need to get a cab, I'm staying at a hotel somewhere near a freeway...what was it called?" he scratched his head, as Emma steered him towards Stanley's bedroom.
"You'll stay here, Hank." They entered the bedroom and Hank immediately plopped down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, no, I don't want to be any trouble." Emma leaned over and removed his shoes.
"You aren't any trouble. Stanley will want you to stay here."
He laid back on the bed, "But where will you sleep?"
"At home in my own bed."
"Don't tell me, my son hasn't made a move on you yet. That boy, I sometimes wonder if we are related at all. I often wondered if he was going to remain celibate the rest of his years, or maybe he was gay. God forbid!"
Emma smiled, "Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that at all."
Hank looked up at her, knowing what she meant by that. "Well, then I can die a happy man. " Emma heard the front door open and Hank took hold of her hand, and looked at her seriously, "He loves you, Emma. Don't let anything come between what you have together." He then closed his eyes and lay back on the pillow.
Emma had no idea what he meant by that. She stood there for awhile, thinking about the couple in the bar. What did all this mean? Stanley came up behind her and put his arms around her, looking at his dad, "I see he's made himself at home."
"I just thought, you'd want him to stay here tonight."
"Well, I guess that's how it will have to be, I was really hoping I could persuade you to stay."
"He was hoping that too."
"Really?" Stanley was curious. He turned her around and leaned his head down,their foreheads touching. "So you two had a little tech a tete? Fill me in."
Being close to him again, gave her such a rush. She felt her heart race again, it had been escalating all evening. She knew how easy it would be to just give into him. It wouldn't be the first time. "It's getting late, Stanley. I need to get Melody home."
"You're brushing me off."
"No, I'm being reasonable." She gave him a quick kiss and he let go as she pulled away from him.
He almost commented on how absurd he thought she was, but knew only to well she was still holding back due to the distance from the past few weeks. After tomorrow that would be a thing of the past. He was sure of it and smiled. She was surprised he wasn't going to put up a fight. He followed her out to the living room.
The girls were sprawled on the couch watching TV, "Come on, Melody. We need to hit the road."
"We're not staying?" She sounded dissapointed, which surprised Emma.
"No..."
"Ah, Mom, why not?" Emma gave Stanley a look and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Just because." she realised how pathetic she sounded, not being able to give her a logical reason.
"Listen to your mom, Melody." Stanley knew how kids could be, pushing buttons. He was surprised when Melody took his advise and headed for the door.
She once again gave him a look, "You aren't even going to put up a fight about this? This isn't like you."
"Do you want me to put up a fight? You seem pretty adamant about your decision. And your right. It's not reasonable tonight with Dad here." He moved towards her to give her a kiss goodnight. His lips brushed hers sensually and softly, and Emma felt a shiver go up her spine. "There's always tomorrow." he said confidently.
"Tomorrow." She said in a kind of daze, as he handed her her purse. And gave her a gentle push to the door, content in the fact he had her right where he wanted her. She wanted more. His hand on her back, as they headed out to the car. Melody had already gotten settled in the passenger seat, Emma couldn't take her eyes off him as she got in and buckled her seat belt. He just stood there, confident, smiling.
"I'll call you in the morning." As Emma backed out of the driveway, she felt something was just around the corner. Tomorrow, Stanley was planning to tell her everything he had been holding back. He didn't want to lose her, and she knew that she didn't want to lose him.
Melody interrupted her thoughts, "Mom, everything is going to be okay, right? I mean you and Stanley seemed okay tonight."
Emma took a deep breath and turned to her daughter smiling, "I think things are going to be great." And she believed it. This man was everything she could possibly want. Nothing could change that. Whatever he had to tell her, they would work through it. Their feelings for each other were that strong. Tomorrow was looking better by the minute.