French Kisses

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Liberty's Kids and the wonderful characters belong to DIC entertainment. Lisette is rightfully mine, but I give permission for anyone to use her. ~WordBird500

Chapter 9

-Lisette POV-

Lisette was trying to pick a baby blanket. Her eyes searched the pile. Sarah's real room would need some cleaning soon.

She was about to pick up a flower-plaid one that was the same color as her eyes when she heard a faint voice downstairs.

"You like her, don't you?"

Lisette perked up. 'Her' might mean her, and even if it wasn't her, Sarah should know about anything else happening.

Lisette scurried out of the room and was positioned at the top of the stairs when the next part of the speech: "No, I don't!"

Henri. Definitely Henri.

She peeked out.

Then Henri spoke (or rather yelled).

"Only my friend?" though Lisette. Oh, sure; now she was only his friend, even if he had rescued her from a ship and caught her trip and she had done all the housework and delivered Sarah's baby and... She was too heartbroken to think anymore. Only my friend. She walked back up the stairs.

Her friend was going to regret it.

-Henri POV-

"Has anyone seen Lisette?" asked Sarah later that day. She had been nursing. James had helped her up and out of bed, and now she was rocking a full, content, and sleepy baby.

"No," mumbled Henri with a mouthful of food. Sarah had managed to cook, but it was a very simple meal of mashed potatoes, peas, and carrots.

The thought passed, and dinner (remember, that's really lunch!) was finished silently. An hour ticked by.

"Ahem," said Sarah, breaking the silence, "I don't want to be rude, but where is Lisette?"

Henri wanted to say that he had but the faintest idea, but he imagined Sarah's response: "Well then, I suppose then someone should go find her then?" "I'll go find her, then," he said very quietly, not wanting to be heard.

Henri went to the back hall that led to the kitchen. There was a platter of mashed potatoes that were left over from dinner. Henri scooped some up with his fingers and licked them before continuing.

The bottom floor was checked thoroughly before Henri headed upstairs. It was quiet upstairs. Henri checked his room, although he doubted she would be in there.

The bed sheets had been made, and the curtains were drawn. Lisette, clearly. Henri continued down the hall. James' room was cleaned too, and so was the guest room that Lisette slept in; however, she wasn't in there either. Sarah's room (or was-room) was last. Henri jiggled the door, but it was locked. Just when he was about to leave, a voice called, "Come in."

Henri jiggled the door one more time, and it clicked. He peeked inside.

Lisette was among the mountains of quilts, blankets and pillows. Her back was turned. "Oh. It's you."

"Sarah is looking for you. Where have you been?" Henri asked.

"What do you think?" she retorted.

"Why are you angry?" he replied.

Lisette whipped around and turned to face him. "No, she's not!" she imitated in Henri's thick French accent. "She's only my friend, that's all." She stalked toward him.

Henri held his hands up. "I surrender," he joked.

Lisette snarled. "Humor isn't going to help," she growled.

"I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't thinking!" Henri cried.

"Friend, my f-" Lisette began.

Sarah was standing in the doorway. "What is going on, you two?"

Henri and Lisette hung their heads in shame. "Nothing," Lisette said. "We were talking and got a little loud."

Sarah nodded. "Alright."

When she left, Lisette followed. But before she stepped out of the room, she turned around and said," Bye-bye, friend."

Hallo! I like to yammer, so bear with me!

Thank you Tam, for clarifying and acknowledging my acknowledgements (That's a mouthful) Yeah sure, I'm capable of that! (And if it turns out bad, I tried...) Sorry for the misunderstanding.

For the rest of you peeps, thank you for reading this! Love, Life, and Fanfic! ~Birdie

PS. Lisette snarled... LOL I'm gonna get onto past Birdie for dis...

EDITED JULY 2019