I was gonna make up some excuse for not updating…anything…ever
But I don't have one. I've just been snowed under with homework :P And then I had a stupid huge project that drove me to 3 emotional break downs. But I'm back now
Only 12 days 'til Christmas! Who's excited? ME! So, in the seasonal spirit (and as a 'sorry for no updates' gift) I am going to update ALL my stories – I really mean it this time
Robin rolled over and groaned as the cold attacked his body. Somewhere in the night the tablecloth had fallen off. He looked around for Marian but she wasn't there. For one minute he thought he'd dreamed last night. But then he spotted her bra still lying on the floor. He smiled. Well that had taken his mind of his mum.
'Shit! Mum' he cursed
He rushed around trying to get all his clothes on, but he was short one shirt.
'Argh! How can I lose a shirt' he cried
'Robin?' Marian's head appeared around the door, 'You ok?'
'Yeah, fine just… have you seen my shirt?'
'Oh sorry, I borrowed it. You don't mind do you?'
'No. I just need to go and check on mum so I'd quite like it back' he cracked a smile
'Aww, I quite like you without it though!' she pouted
'Tough, it's bloody freezing this early in the morning'
'It's summer'
'I have… thin skin?'
'Pah! I'm the one who's freezing. 3 years in hot dry weather and I come back to this.'
'Geez! So sorry England isn't worthy' he grinned
She stuck her tongue out at him,
'Hey, can I come and see your mum too?'
'Sure, she'd love that. Might make her recover faster'
'So, what's wrong with her?'
'Just a really bad bout of flu. But she's already taken a week's sick leave. Sarah's mum won't give her much more and we're already struggling with the bills…' he trailed off sensing he'd said too much.
'Rob, let us help. Dad and I need a new cause. We've got more money than we know what to do with. I don't mean to brag but…yeah. Say the word and the bills are paid'
'No way Maz! We're not a charity. But feel free to come and see her anytime'
'Ok, whatever'
'Promise?'
'Promise' she lied; if they needed help she'd get it to them. Robin wouldn't necessarily have to know.
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After a quick trip to her penthouse apartment, Marian was dressed more suitably.
I guess this is meet the parents…again, she thought with a giggle
She walked the route to the Locksley residence as if she'd never left for 3 long years. Suddenly, a wave of nerves hit her as she reached for the door bell.
What if Bethany – his mum – blamed her for him being so unhappy. Hell, she blamed her!
She pushed her thoughts down and rang the bell, but no one answered. So she tried again, still nothing.
She stepped back slightly to see if there were any lights on. She could see the flicker of the TV through the thin net curtains.
She tapped on the door and called his name. She faintly heard the TV shut off and gentle padded footsteps. The door swung open and she was met with his heart breaking grin.
'What took so long Locksley?' he winced at the name, she noticed
'What?'
'Nowt, that's just what the Black Knights have taken to calling me'
'Oops, my bad. So, didn't u hear me ring?'
'Aww, shit. The bell died ages ago'
'Replace the batteries then, duh'
'What's the point? A good knuckle works well too'
They both smiled and Robin stepped aside to let her in. His eyes grazed her butt as she passed him. She sensed his gaze,
'You can look but, you've got to earn your right to touch'
'You weren't saying that last night'
Marian let a slight blush cover her cheeks, Robin found it insanely cute.
'Yeah well…' she had no witty reply, 'just let me see your mum then!'
He nodded and lead the way up the bare stairs, each of which creaked under his weight. Suddenly Marian looked around the house properly. She remembered it clearly; she'd spent a lot of time "studying" here. The bright yellow paper was peeling from damp in many places and she could just see one window in the kitchen boarded up with wood to cover the break in it. They needed her money. Robin might refuse it, but Bethany would be easier to sway; she wanted what was best for her son.
'Mum, look who stopped by specially to see you'
Marian was brought out of her thoughts and saw the sweet lady lying in the middle of a huge white bed. She wasn't much older than Robin having only been 19 when he was born making her only 36 now. But the illness made her look way older. She was wrapped in a huge blue dressing gown with a book on the small bedside table. Marian squinted and read the title,
Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare, always a nice sight for an English student.
'Marian,' she smiled warmly, 'how are you? Adjusting to our arctic weather I hope?'
'Oh, it's not so bad. I'm dreading winter though! But how are you? Robin says you've been off work a while?'
'He's over reacting! I'm fine, just a bad cold but he won't let me leave my bed. I've read my book five times already. I feel fantastic now, it's all gone now. So I'll be back to work in the shop tomorrow, despite whatever my son might say'
'Mum…' he complained
'Hush! I'm sure I'm distracting your studies already'
'I have a feeling that may be me actually' Marian laughed, feeling totally at ease with the woman she used to think of as a kind aunt
'You're allowed; you're in love'
'Yeah' both teenagers sighed at the same time
Sorry it's crap (and quite short) I spent the last 3 days in Germany and I got back at 6am this morning so I'm dog tired
Various other updates tomorrow
X x x
Hannah
(BTW, you may have noticed I've changed my pen name. I hate my new one too, so any ideas??)