Wow… its been a while hasn't it, I'm so sorry guys, there's no other explanation for the late update other than my laziness… well that and school… has anyone even noticed how school always seems to get in the way of the fun things? Like TV and going out on the weekends (I could probably blame the wonders of a part-time job for that too) :P So anyways, I apologise again and again and again… and again. I just hope that this makes up for my horrible lateness. Please don't hate me
Disclaimer: I do not, repeat, NOT own anything about or relating to or even speaking of the mediator, it is all part of the creative genius mind of Meg Cabot, and although I may share a first name with this wondrous lady, unfortunately that's not enough to claim any royalties… Blast!
Xxx Just a bit of nonsense xxX
Xxx Meg's phrase of the week xxX
"Damn you Riki Lake!" (Shakes fist angrily)
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(Suze POV)
As I watched Jesse vacate the room I was suddenly overcome with a cloud of sadness and uncertainty. Maybe I was a little harsh? Still, he didn't have to be so harsh about Paul, I mean he was just trying to help. Maybe it's just the post-pregnancy stress talking, but I just feel so disappointed in Jesse, just a little while ago, he was presented with the opportunity to truly show how wonderful he truly is. He could have swooped in and saved the day, and our youngest's life mind you… but he didn't and he couldn't. I just can't understand how he could have changed so fast.
I felt my eyes start to prickle with the warning of an overhaul from my tear-ducts, so I swiftly looked towards the ceiling and relaxed, trying to clear my head. But it just didn't work, the more I thought about things, the more upset I became, until it was all just too much and I turned in towards my pillow and wept openly. And it was because of my incessant tears that I was unable to hear the feeble knock at the door.
"Suze?..."
At the sound of my name, I turned my head away from my hospital-grade pillow and towards my now slowly opening door. I was shocked, as you can imagine, seeing the face of one Paul Slater looking at me with concern. Shocked or not though, I was able to regain my composure, swiftly wipe away my tears and raise the façade I am ever so used to using.
"Hey, Paul… wh-what's up?"
"Don't play dumb with me Simon, I wasn't born yesterday on the contrary to what my wife thinks at present, you are so very obviously distressed."
I glared at him with actual amusement my eyebrow raising ever so slightly as I took in the form before me.
"Is that so, well then if that is truly the case, why is it that you are still here. Because, correct me if I'm wrong, but the Paul Slater I knew would turn tail and run at the prospect of having to think about anyone other than himself."
I couldn't help but giggle (Yes! Giggle) at the sight of Paul's mockingly shocked face, and the utterly hilarious tone of voice he used as he put his head down and whimpered like a little puppy. I mean, this is insane, I shouldn't be being cheered up by Paul Slater, how did he even come to be in this picture… I should be in the arms of my husband. I should be feeling the soft beat of his heart as he gently soothes all my worries and fears away, not lying in a hospital bed trying to stifle my laughter over Paul's antics. I started to feel gloomy all over again but was suddenly pulled out of that as I heard him speak up.
"Oh… so you think I'm funny, is that it… always the jokester, Mr Slater. Well I'll give you something to truly laugh about." And before I could even say anything, he had sprinted the length between the door and my bed and was on top of me, jolting and tickling me all over (well not ALL over… he's not that bad) by the time he has finished his assault on my body, I had tears in the corner of my eyes and was laughing hysterically as I leaned onto his chest. (During our little tickle torture, we had kind of switched places and now hw was leaning back against the fluffy hospital pillows and I was lying on top of him… quite a compromising position to say the least.)
When I finally calmed down, I started to realise what a truly compromising position it actually was, and began to extract myself from his tight (and somewhat comforting) grasp. He held firm to me, and I really didn't feel the need to pull myself away just yet, so I contented myself just to lie there.
"So, Paulie" I began, "what brings you back to Carmel?"
"Well, we were just kind of just passing through about a month ago, on our way upstate (A/N: Ok, I don't even want to know if I have made a horrible botched up mess of the geographical layout of the country, forgive me… I'm Aussie), when Isabell began to develop some…well, complications, with the baby, and we had to make an unscheduled layover."
"I see, well, it seems that everything worked out fine… with the baby I mean, I don't know about your travel plans though"
At this, Paul sighed. "I know, everything we had planned has had to be cancelled, I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad everything's ok, it's just that we had been planning this for so long, and now it looks like we may never get to finish our vacation."
I sat up from my ever-so-very-comfortable position on Paul's chest and looked at him seriously.
"What do you mean exactly, surely, you could just pick up from where you left off, even with a baby?"
"It's not that simple Suze, I don't know whether Isabell and I will be together much longer. This trip was supposed to help patch up our marriage before the baby came, but now she's even more stressed and high-strung." He choked a little on his next words so I leant an comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Suze… she said… she wants…a, uhh… divorce" with that he looked down at my snow-white hospital sheets and I saw a lone tear slip solemnly down his cheek.
"I'm so sorry Paul. I'm sure she didn't mean it, it's probably just the hormones of the pregnancy, I know I said a lot of stupid things to Jesse through my pregnancies too."
He looked up, his face utterly grief stricken (I honestly didn't know that Paul Stater was capable of such emotions) and gave me a brief, fleeting smile.
"It's just not like that, she told me that she doesn't want my baby, and that she's leaving me and Amiee as soon as she is released from here. It's hard to deal… but this is really happening." Then his bravado shattered as he began to cry, and I leaned in with a warm, comforting hug, hoping to wipe all his pain and tears away with hope and comfort.
When his sobs finally subsided, he leaned away from me and looked me square in the eyes, I could see the red puffiness of his eyes and the tears that still lingered there. But yet he still looked so, amazing… so beautiful, and without fully thinking about what I was doing, I cupped his faced with my hands and took his aching lips onto mine…
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Lol… I
have no idea where all that came from… I was just writing, sorry if
it's a bit short, but I felt the need to leave at least the trace
of a cliffie for ya… I know I'm horrible, and annoying… but now
that means you will have reason to want to read more (hopefully) and
you will barrage me with insults until I do finally update, meaning
that I will get my ass into gear faster this time :P
Well, now it's up to you guys, if you liked, please review so I can know whether I'm taking this story in the right or wrong directions… I need guidance! How am I supposed to know if im screwing up if you lovely people don't tell me.
Ok…I know what you're thinking, Shut up Meg and go write the next one… well I might just do that…
Later guys,
Meg
