Chapter 8
A couple of days later…
Kim was up and about when Kerry got home. She was glad to see an improvement from Kim's weak state only a few days ago. Kim was clad in a sweater and some basketball shorts that went down past her knees and hung loosely around her perfect legs. Her wavy hair was half up and she had no make-up on. Kerry thoroughly enjoyed having this lovely woman to herself.
She came in to her house and set her bag down, pulling off her coat. As she walked in to the kitchen she found Kim cooking. Kim was a wonderful cook and she was glad she was cooking, Kerry hated that chore.
"Hey honey." Kim smiled when she noticed Kerry walking in. They kissed and then Kerry sat down on one of her bar stools and flipped through the mail she had collected on the way in. "Busy day?"
"Is there ever not a busy day?" Kerry laughed, weeding out the junk mail and tossing it to the side. Kim smiled. "So what did you do?" Kerry asked, looking up to see Kim's gorgeous smile.
"Oh, not much. I watched some TV, got you caught up on cleaning, made myself lunch, called a few friends, the usual." Kim grinned, stirring the sauce she was preparing, and then checked the broccoli she was steaming.
"Sounds exciting." Kerry nodded, while reading through a bill, her glasses set at the end of her nose.
"Believe me, it was." Kim sat down her stirring utensil and crept over to where Kerry sat. Coming up behind her she wrapped her arms around her and began kissing her neck. Kerry smiled and rolled her neck to the side so Kim could access it more easily.
"Hmm." The sound escaped her lips as Kim's hands began to wonder the contour of Kerry's body. She had missed this spontaneous interaction.
"I think I'm ready." Kim whispered in to Kerry's ear.
"You're sure?" Kerry frowned.
Kim nodded, the movement was felt in the hollow of Kerry's neck.
"Shouldn't we eat first?" Kerry asked, setting the bill down.
"I suppose." Kim moved reluctantly away from Kerry and turned off the stove, pulling the sauce and noodles off the burner and then the broccoli. Kerry got up and took two plates out of the cabinet and grabbed some silverware, setting the table. It felt great to come home and find that someone else was there. She hated being alone, and now she didn't have to be. Now she had a wonderful woman in her life.
Susan hated coming home to an empty house. She had tried to convince herself she enjoyed being alone, but it just wasn't working anymore. Kicking off her shoes, she went in to the kitchen, in search of something to eat. She had to admit she missed having Carter around. They would eat and then talk until both were too tired to talk, or they would watch television together on the couch. But that relationship had ended and now he was with Abby. Susan didn't mind, in fact she was happy for both of them, she was just sad that she had lost that someone to come home to.
Finding some left over take out, she popped it into the microwave and grabbed a plate out of the cabinet. She thought about her day. Today Elizabeth had brought her coffee. Susan and she had slipped in to the lounge and had talked until Elizabeth had been called to surgery. They had been talking a lot lately. They tried to make it sound like they were just trying to get each other through loosing Mark, but deep down both knew there was something else.
Susan should invite Elizabeth over to dinner sometime. She could use the company; or more like they both could use the company. It must be hard for Elizabeth, taking care of her daughter, whose father was dying. Every time she looked at the little girl she had to have some thought of him. Susan didn't know how she did it.
The microwave beeped and Susan pulled the food out and poured it on to her plate, just as the phone rang. She went to find her portable phone, glad to have someone to talk to, even if it was a salesman, or the hospital calling her to come back in. She found the phone stuffed in to her couch where she had left it the night before. Elizabeth had called for the first time and they had had a wonderful three hour long conversation. Picking up the phone and pressing TALK Susan was glad to hear Elizabeth's voice.
"Susan?" However, she was not glad to hear Elizabeth's voice filled with sadness, as if she had been crying for several hours.
"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Susan asked, standing still, unable to move.
"I can't do this. I can't."
"Can't do what?" Susan frowned.
"Be in this house, be in this marriage, be with Ella, be strong…I can't do it anymore." Elizabeth cried.
"Shh, calm down. Do you want me to come over there?" Susan asked, not really sure where their house was, but having a faint idea. She remembered Mark taking her by the day they'd had lunch together and she remembered staying the night with him, but that had all become a blur in her mind.
There wasn't a reply and so out of worry Susan pressed on. "Elizabeth, I'm coming over. Don't go anywhere." She turned off the phone and went to put her shoes on. She was going to go help Elizabeth, maybe take Ella off her hands for awhile, or possibly get that chance to comfort her.
Heading out, Susan got into her car and drove to where she thought the house might be. Luckily her amazing photographic memory brought her to what appeared to be the correct house. She pulled in to the driveway, praying to God that it was. Getting out of her car she went to the front door and knocked on it. She heard footsteps and the door being unlocked. The door swung open to reveal a very distraught Elizabeth, wearing her nightgown with printed pajama pants and probably a shirt underneath. Her eyes were tear-stained and she looked as if she had been crying for a very long time. Ella's cries could be heard in the background. Susan, feeling a little awkward, stepped forward and allowed Elizabeth to fall in to her arms. She pushed the both of them inside and closed the door behind herself.
"Shh," Susan whispered, pushing Elizabeth's tangled red mass of hair out of her face. "Where's Ella?" She asked, looking around for any sign of the poor crying baby.
"Upstairs in her bed." Elizabeth hick-upped through tears.
"Okay," Susan helped the emotionally worn out Elizabeth over to the couch and sat her down.
"I can't stay here." Elizabeth whispered.
"I know, shh." Susan nodded and then went up the stairs to find where Ella's room was. She easily located it by following the cries of the infant. Opening the door to the room, she found Ella sitting up in her bed, crying her head off. A sippy cup rested in the corner, as if it had been thrown away. "Hey Ella, its okay. I'm here." Susan picked Ella up and began rocking her back and fourth. "Shh." She held her tightly to her chest, reassuring her that it was okay. Ella soon responded to this care and her crying weakened. Soon she was asleep on Susan's now damp shoulder. Susan laid her back down in her crib and began packing some of Ella's things into a bag. She grabbed as many diapers and what not as she could and then picked the sleeping baby up, after wrapping her up in a blanket, and grabbed the bag, then headed back down the stairs. "Elizabeth?" Susan asked as soon as she got to the bottom of the stairs. "Ella's asleep. Do you want to go get some of your things?"
"Why?" Elizabeth asked, looking up as Susan entered the room with Ella resting heavily on her shoulder.
"You're coming to stay with me for awhile."
"Oh, no I can't." Elizabeth shook her head.
"Yes, you can. Now I already got some of Ella's stuff so as soon as you get ready we'll go back to my place. You can't stay here." Susan sunk down in to an armchair, resting Ella on her chest.
Elizabeth looked at her and then got up. It was either stay in this miserable place and think about Mark, or go be with a more positive person in a much more positive setting. She chose going with Susan.
As Susan waited, her eyes fell on the couch which sat across from her. Only a few weeks before she had sat there with Mark, tending to his every need, knowing he was going to die. Poor Elizabeth; the whole house must have been filled with memories.
In a matter of seconds, Elizabeth came down the stairs with a bag in hand and some new clothes on. Susan gave her a weak smiled and pulled herself up, careful not to wake Ella. Elizabeth had to get Ella's car seat out of her car and place it in to Susan's before they could go anywhere, but soon Ella was buckled in, their bags thrown beside the car seat, and Elizabeth and Susan were buckled up in the front.
"You don't have to do this." Elizabeth said as Susan backed out of her driveway.
"No, I want to." Susan assured her, looking over momentarily to give her a smile.
Kim ran her tongue across her lips, the spaghetti sauce lingering there. "More?" Kerry asked, twirling the fork in to the half-empty plate of spaghetti.
"Oh, Kerry I always want more." Kim grinned, opening her mouth so that Kerry could feed her.
They sat rather close to one another, both sitting with their legs crossed, their feet touching each other under the table. Kim was leaning forward, enjoying being fed. Kerry was enjoying seeing Kim's face, having her there with her. After she forked the spaghetti to Kim's mouth, she leaned forward and captured Kim's lips with her own, tasting the spaghetti and sauce on her lips and in her mouth.
"Watch out Kerry, I'm masticating." Kim said, through kisses.
Kerry's shoulders began to shake and she fell into fits of laughter, the kiss broken. Kim watched her and couldn't help but laugh along with the gorgeous woman in front of her.
"Come here." Kerry said, her laughter beginning to subside. She pulled Kim to her and began kissing her deeper and longer, their lips moving gently together. Kerry's hands found their way to Kim's face and Kim's hands found their way under Kerry's shirt, working their way up to her chest.
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