Chapter 2
Okay, sorry I left you in the lurch last time. My snot nosed daughter and her best friend in the whole wide world, Anna Drake, pulled me away from the computer and I didn't get to sign off as I normally would.
See, I took away her keys. Why? Because her father was out of town on business and I felt like it. She stomped and cried and acted all of two but I stood my ground.
HA ! Tell your Dad to divorce me you little shit. I still have some power around this house. Well when your dad is gone and can't reason with me.
Of course that didn't work out so well for me because she and Anna had dance class, then had to go do their 4H project at the USO loading goody boxes for the soldiers in Iraq, then they had study group for their trigonometry class. And for once it wasn't being held at MY house.
I say MY house with all the annoyance in the world because…well…it hasn't been my house in over a decade. I blame Jason one hundred percent. My loving husband has turned on me. Honestly he turned on me sixteen years ago but that story has been told to you so many times you should be able to regurgitate it verbatim.
I should give them what they ask for and run away. (Did I tell you she asked her dad to divorce me? The little snot nosed shit.) A month would probably do the trick. Although sometimes, I wonder if they would even notice. Jacob, my middle child, the good boy, would probably be the first to notice but not because he missed me. He would miss my brownies. (Have I told you how good my brownies are? Of course I have.)
So anyway, where was I…Oh yeah. I escaped the shower and left Jason cooling off. Heh! But I wasn't able to escape as easily as I thought.
Ehh…I didn't really want to. My husband is a God and I love, love, love to worship him.
So he caught me in the bedroom. I barely had a chance to pull on a pair of hot pink boy shorts (which totally make your butt look good but don't ride up your ass like other sexy underwear. MEN) Oh, anyhoo…he scooped me up with his gigantic meat hooks, he slammed me down on the bed and proceeded to put his mouth on my moneymaker. No not my fingers and not my brain either. He sliced through my body with his tongue and assaulted me with his hands.
Okay….all the married girls…let me hear it…sigh
You are a lucky woman when your husband likes to do THAT! Right girls?
Well, it doesn't take much for him to get me all worked up. I am amazed after all of these years how much I still WANT that man. I am lucky he still wants me. No wait….he's damn lucky I stick around for him to have me that rat bastard.
(Writes note to herself…you are still mad at hubby for….ah hell…I don't remember….New note, throw paper away that says mad at hubby before he reads and gets mad at you and he doesn't want to play The Pirate and the Wench tonight)
Did I tell you he bought Jake's soccer team tickets to the Kenney Chesney concert? Why? Say it with me this time….because he asked and Jason figured, why not. That's like twelve hundred dollars. Sure we can afford it. But still, they don't give discounts for large quantity purchases and most of Jake's soccer team has wealthy parents as well. Hell, Malcolm's parents are both doctors. They can buy their own kid eighty dollar concert tickets.
Oh that's why I am mad at him…Won the championship my ass. Twelve hundred friggin dollars!!
He's lucky he's good in the sack. My husband that is. Not Kenney Chesney, although I am sure he does well himself. Hell he married Renee Zellweigger. Oh wait, THAT GUY? I thought he was gay. (Not that there is anything wrong with that!!)
Anyway….Speaking of good in the sack, the man had me screaming his name within five minutes. Jason, that is, not Kenney. He doesn't believe in wasting time on my first release. He says he likes it better when I can focus. LOL And that day, I focused five times and him twice.
breathes on knuckles and rubs knuckles on shoulder in utter display of pride and self confidence
No snobbery here, I am just that good.
Is snobbery a word? If it isn't, it should be. Let's all work on that. Snobbery should be a word. Tell your Congressman!
Well, I have to go….the clueless lord of the manor is calling me and I hear his heathen spawn as well. I need to draw my sword and thwart whatever evil they have convinced him of wreaking.
Until next week…
Humbly Yours,
Grumble
Elizabeth picked up the phone from her desk and hit speed dial 5. "Sue? Hey it's Elizabeth. I just sent you the next blog installment so clean it up and make sure your assistant doesn't use real names again. Last week was a disaster. Tell Peewee Whatshisname that Jasper Jacks is a very good friend of mine and I'll have him fired if he posts another one of my blogs before proof reading and changing the names to the aliases I set up. I thought Robin was going to stab me with my own paring knife when Anna told her the blog said her real name instead of Angie Duncan. Thank God we got it pulled as quickly as we did but still, it was read by some and that is a big no no. I already have enough problems around here. Direct your staff that the aliases are to keep me and Jax Publishing from being sued from one of the Tree Fort Gangs ungrateful parents….what? Oh, sorry. Rambling is what makes me the big bucks Sue. Okay well…I really need to get in the kitchen before Jason gives Ella and Jake a stable full of racing horses. Or a yacht. Who knows what the hell else they could talk that sucker into."
"I heard that."
Elizabeth slammed the phone down and leapt from her chair. "Honey, I didn't hear you come in."
"Apparently" he said wryly while leaning his tall figure up against the door jamb.
"Honey, you know I don't really think you are a sucker." Elizabeth said sashaying her hips and then licking her lips with a 'come hither big boy' look.
"I know you don't. You just think I am a pushover." Her husband evenly expelled without malice or disappointment apparent in his voice. He pulled himself off the door and wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's waist, leaning down and nuzzling her neck.
"Well, you are." She said tipping her head to the side so that Jason had full access to the spot just below her ear that made her panties just fall right off.
Licking the shell of her ear, he lightly bit down on her lobe and whispered, "Ahh but you are wrong my lady. King Jason has full control of his kingdom. The Princess and Princes are just where I want them."
"Oh yeah? And where's that?" she said smiling. She loved it when they played King of the Castle.
"They are occupied in the Jackals Lair. I can have my way with the Queen with no intrusion." He placed both hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her into his arms to straddle his waist.
"The Jackal's Lair, huh?" Elizabeth said wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his.
"Well, Spinelli created the ultimate entertainment room. Mmm. Why do you think I wanted that babe? The kids were constantly all over the house. I couldn't watch tv if it wasn't animated. You said the house was too noisy. You couldn't stop complaining back then about all the toys everywhere and the mess. And I swear…mmm…for a whole year I think we had sex only in the closet and the shower. The two places we knew that the kids wouldn't go. Besides, did you know Jake and Jolene had a date last night?"
She pulled back and Jason attempted to catch her with her bottom lip between his teeth. "Ow…what do you mean they had a date? Jake was here all night. I know he didn't leave the house because I was parked behind him."
"Exactly." He confirmed with a smile and a nod. "I don't have to worry about the kids because they are here. Their friends? Here. What are they eating, watching, doing on the internet? I know everything that our kids are doing AND their friends. Why? Because they are right under our roof doing it. And Spinelli set up triggers to alert me to attempts at porn sites, he can block the channels we don't want them watching, the pool is on survellience, we have access to all of their MySpace pages, the room can go on lock down when Ella is having a sleep over. No guy is going to get to Ella without me knowing it. And stopping it."
"You have a point there. And you have told me this a million times but still…I know you don't remember being a teenager but there are some things they NEED to learn like how to save up for something they want. All the kids do is say Daddy and you give in. You are a push over Mr. Morgan. Admit it."
"King Morgan right now. And I know I am but really babe. All of them already are rich. They DON'T have to save for anything. Edward and Monica made sure of that. Hell, you and I have already made sure of that. Every dime you earn from the weekly blog goes into their trust funds. I could never spend all of the money I have even if I spoil the kids."
"But…"
"But nothing. If they were rotten children…"
"They ARE !" she cut in.
He walked over and sat down on the overstuffed yellow chair in Elizabeth's office and adjusted his wife on his lap. "They are not. You SAY they are but Cam…he skipped three grades between fourth grade and college and got his four year degree in three. Honey he's 22 and in his second year at medical school. He'll be one of the youngest residents General Hospital has ever seen. Jake…well…he hasn't set the world on fire with his grades but he passes with C's or better and honestly, he is probably going to play professional baseball straight out of high school anyway and then take his seat on the board of ELQ. Oh, did I tell you Rick Magnante of the Vancouver Canadians wants to talk to us about him training with the team once he graduates."
"Who are they?" she asked pulling her head up from the column of his neck where she had been placing light kisses while he talked.
"The Canadians are a minor league baseball team and Rick is their Manager. It's the minor league team for the Oakland Athletics."
"That's far away honey. I don't want Jakey living in Canada or even Oakland. Isn't there a team around here he can play with?"
"Babe don't call him Jakey. He's eighteen years old. He hates it when you do it in front of his friends. And as far as him being far away, they play short season so he doesn't have to play long and we can always go visit him."
Her lower lip slowly worked its way out and Elizabeth put on her best pout.
"That won't work. He's growing into a fine young man. He won't stay home forever. Honestly babe, I see it this way…two down one to go and then WE get to do what WE want to."
"Speaking of the one to go…surely you cannot defend her to ME." She started to unbuckle his jeans and pleasure her husband while she sat on his lap and his hand crept up under her shirt.
"I can and I will. She makes straight A's, she takes care of her brothers and tells us everything we need to know about their friends and girlfriends. She is in tap, ballet and figure skating. She is a 4H member with Anna and they both volunteer in the children's wing of the hospital on the weekends. She teaches art to the kids at the Rec Center and helps you cook most nights. Mmm, oh OH…yeah babe, that's it….mmm. Especially when you are writing one of your novels. She is a perfect little girl. We could not have asked for better kids. I don't think it's possible."
"You don't think Cam will come back from school and want his own place do you?"
"He'll be twenty four. And a doctor. Why wouldn't he? And is that all you took out of that conversation?"
"Well…" she dropped her head. She just assumed Cameron would come home to live while doing his residency. Besides, she doesn't need to be told how good her kids are. She knows it but she just handles their teenage years differently than their father does. Call it middle age, PMS or just plain old crazy Mom syndrome, sometimes those kids drive her nuts.
Jason cut in before she could respond further. "Do I need to read you your own blog of three weeks ago where you complained to anyone who would read it about your loathing of all the kids in your house. I think your words were that you want to jump ahead two years when all of MY evil spawn will be able to be booted from YOUR home legally. And you know babe, now that the kids know you are writing that AND their friends do too…you really should tone down the utter disdain. Sometimes I worry they will really get their feelings hurt."
"You read that?" she asked flashing her sapphire blue eyes at her husband.
He squinted to see if even a hint of remorse was evident but there wasn't. "Yes. I read all of your blogs. I get to find out the most important things going on in that pretty little head of yours."
"Well, if I toned down my utter disdain as you call it, then no one would want to read it. Trust me honey, there are a lot of mom's out there just like me. Trying to survive their children. They read about my life and suddenly theirs isn't so bad."
Jason's eyes were starting to gloss over but he was still trying to keep the conversation alive. It was their usual dance. Talk until they cannot talk anymore then fall into each other in their own special kind of addicting drug…sex. Over the years it had really picked up the pace. The kids weren't constantly needing to be tended to and after Elizabeth read that book that her best friend Nadine recommended How to Keep Your Man Satisfied So He Won't Stray, their sex life had stepped up tenfold. Not that it wasn't great to begin with. One thing was for sure, Jason never felt any sort of desire to stray from the brunette that captured his heart and gave him his family.
Just then the lovers pulled from their embrace and Elizabeth jumped off of her husband's lap. Jason quickly tried zipping back up his pants where his wife had been slowly pumping his manhood while they talked, but he was too late.
"MWAM! MWAM! WAIT TILL YOU HEAR…WHERE…oh there you are…DADDY, GROSS!!" Ella had come tearing through the house and rounded the corner to her mother's office before her father could completely right his clothes. Although she didn't see everything, her father should not have his pants unzipped in her mother's office at three fifteen in the afternoon on a Tuesday. She had busted them, AGAIN. No child should know that their parents have sex. It's just wrong. That's what it is. WRONG
Jason turned to face the window while he tucked his t-shirt into his blue denim jeans and allowed his body time to adjust and ahem settle down. Elizabeth, who was flustered in her own right but physical signs weren't evident crossed her dainty arms over her chest.
"What is it sweetie? Did you have a good day at school?" Elizabeth used a calm, happy voice.
"OH MY GOD DADDY! What are you doing to my Mwam?" she held her hand up to stop her dad from answering her for two reasons. One, she knew what they were doing. She was sixteen and her mother had long ago had THAT talk with her. Two, she really didn't want her father to speak. Honestly it was best she didn't see him right now.
Jason knew his daughter didn't want him in the same zip code with her. In all their years, if one of the kids found their parents fooling around it was always, ALWAYS Dads fault. Elizabeth, with all of her complaining about her children was always still standing on the pedestal that all four of them, Jason included…especially, placed her on long ago.
"I'll be in the BG working on your brakes Princess. Oh, and I'll see you later my lady."
Jason took a deep bow towards his wife and looked up to wiggle one eyebrow at her. Ella clucked her tongue and stomped while Elizabeth did a little curtsey and winked back at her husband. Jason backed out the door and laughed audibly as he strode down the hallway towards the door.
"Mwam….MWAM!" Ella yelled trying to get her mother's attention as Elizabeth stood in the doorway and watched her husband walk away. The man looks GOOD walking away. His ass is one of his best features as far as she was concerned.
"What? Oh honey, what's up?" Elizabeth now focused her attention on her daughter.
Ella, their sixteen year old daughter was exactly like Elizabeth in every way. Ella was a brunette just slightly taller than her mother at five foot four and had a penchant for getting into equal amounts of trouble. Good trouble though. Nothing Elizabeth was ever worried about. One thing Elizabeth hated was that now, at sixteen, she fit in Elizabeth's clothing. That had caused a lot of their arguments over the past few months until THAT NIGHT.
Jason unfortunately found that out the hard way just exactly how much his little Princess had grown to be the spitting image of her mother. It was dark in the house and Ella was bent down in the refrigerator and her father slapped her behind. When Ella screamed Jason nearly fainted dead away. He was so horrified he left the house for a week. He said it was for work but Elizabeth knew.
Ella had a big heart and tended to let people lead her where they steered. Luckily Anna Drake was her best friend since the crib and Robin and Elizabeth raised two smart, strong, determined, independent, beautiful girls. Both adored their fathers and respected their mothers…well…sometimes it was fear but ehhh….every girl should have fear. If Elizabeth had, she would not have been raped at fifteen and if Robin had, maybe she would not have to live with HIV for the rest of her life.
"Oh Mwam, JJ asked me to the Home Coming Dance." Ella sighed as she flopped down onto the big yellow overstuffed chair. Then she promptly jumped up, turned around, turned up her nose as if she has smelled a dead rat, looked at her mother's smiling eyes and then promptly rolled hers and shuffled over to the couch.
"JJ as in Johnny Zacharra Junior?"
"Yes! He asked me. He finally asked me. I didn't think he would. I mean Homecoming is two weeks away. I turned down Ian Jacks, Daniel Peterson and even Malcolm Drake."
"Mal? What is Jake's best friend doing asking you to the dance? What…wait…He's a Senior Ella. You know your father would never let you date a Senior. You are lucky he let's you date now. Do you know what I have gone through to have him let you date at sixteen?"
"I doubt that I want to, ehh?" Ella lifted one perfectly manicured brow, exactly how her mother taught her.
Elizabeth let out a little chuckle and sitting down on the couch pulling one leg under her and facing her youngest child said, "No honey, you probably don't. But wait…I thought you didn't like JJ anymore after he pulled that prank on Jack Spinelli."
Yes, Damien and Maxie have two children. Jackal Spinelli and his little sister Georgie. Stupid? Yes. Jackal, not Georgie…she was a sweet, sweet girl who died senselessly WAY too young. Predictable when it comes to Spinelli and Maxie? Absolutely. Oh and as UNexpected…Jack is the cool, graceful, excitable, scheming, fashion conscious spitting image of his mother in personality and a nice mixture of both parents in looks. Many girls at PCH were gaga over Jack. Not Ella though because they were more like cousins to each other. Georgie was a beautiful girl that looked just like her mother (without the bleach blonde die job) but no one will ever know. She is just like her father. She dresses funny, never leaves her laptop aside and basically marches to her own crazy beat. She's misunderstood but is tremendously loyal to her friends and family.
She worships Ella just like her father worshiped Jason long ago. But that's another story for another time. Back to Ella and JJ and the Homecoming Dance.
"Well, they made up as friends so I can't very well hold the grudge for Jack." Ella explained. "Besides, I just heart him Mwam. He's just so…"
Ella's eyes rolled up and she sighed as she fell back into the cushion of the couch. Ella had had a crush on JJ since middle school. He was the typical bad boy, just like his father but Elizabeth knew he was really a good kid with a big heart that had a wild streak. Just like his father. And Ella's for that matter. Ella had been in heart with him since she was in sixth grade and he was in seventh and he chose her on his team for dodge ball. Ever since then…no one could compare. Except Jason of course because he was Daddy and she was the Princess.
"Do you think Daddy will let me go with him? I mean he's only a Junior and even though Daddy said boys my own age, JJ's only fourteen months, six days, eleven hours and forty two minutes older than me. I mean that's not too old."
Elizabeth laughed out loud. Her daughter had a penchant for the dramatics. Elizabeth could not for the life of her figure out where she got that from. Jason always rolled his eyes and implied the child got it from her mother but Elizabeth would simply stand her ground and blame it on his best friend, Carly, and then quickly find something to tell Jason that Carly had either done or said that would aggravate him. Thus completely throwing him off the topic of how dramatic he thought his wife was.
"Well, I don't know. Your Dad will be able to handle the six days, twelve hours"
"Eleven" Ella interjected.
"Yes, Eleven hours and forty-two minutes. It's the fourteen months we'll have to work on him about."
"OH MWAM YOU'RE THE BEST MWAM IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!" Ella leapt into her mothers arms and hugged the breath out of her.
"Wait a minute Missy. I haven't made any promises and besides…I think YOU need to ask."
"But he'll tell me no." Ella pouted.
"He never tells you no honey."
"NO he never tells YOU no Mwam. HE tells ME no all the time. Especially when it has to do with me becoming a woman."
"Oh honey, your father just wants you to….well honestly he wants you to stay that five year old little girl that played with dolls and thought the sun rose and set on him."
"He's never like that with Cam or Jake. Only me."
"Well, boys are different. Actually that's not true. Your Dad is a pig of a boy, just like your brothers. They scratch and burp and smell funny. Your Dad relates better to them because he knows a lot about being a guy. But you Ella" Elizabeth lifted her tiny hand and cupped her daughters cheek. "YOU are his little Princess and he's just not ready for you to find your Prince."
"I know but will you talk to him anyway? Please. I really, really want to go to the dance with JJ. Do whatever you do to make him say yes. Will you?"
"Yes honey, I will. Now go get your homework done. I am going to go start dinner. Come help me make the salad when you are through. Okay?" Elizabeth lifted herself off of the couch and pulled her daughter up with her.
"Thanks Mwam. You're the best." Ella exclaimed and hugged her mother tight around the waist.
"Yeah well…you don't always think that." Elizabeth reminded her daughter.
"Yes I do. Oh and Mwam? Please don't make this talk one of your blogs. I think JJ's mom reads them. I know Cece does and one of them will tell JJ about it."
"No promises honey."
"Mwam, you are the worst Mwam ever!" Ella jerked her arms away and stomped out of the room.
Well that was fast. Snot nosed little shit.