Sorry for the delay. Just been busy, and also worked on some other stories. So I hope that won't keep you from reading and reviewing.
Chapter 19.
Jaz was spinning a little on her feet, holding the phone closely to her ear as she stood in the hallway of Drovers. She wished for a bit more privacy but her sisters were fully present in the nearby kitchen, preparing Matt's welcome dinner. She heard Regan's laughter as she tried to sing, but obviously Grace turned out to be talented when it came to that department.
'You should just come to Matt's welcome dinner', Jaz muttered, breathing deeply.
'Oh come one, first; I don't even know the bloke, second; you don't even know the bloke, third … if I were Matt I surely wouldn't be waiting on a surprise dinner when you just wanna be with your wife instead, you know …', he wiggled his eyebrows and wished he could say the same of him and Jaz.
'True', the girl muttered, stealing a glance for the crowded kitchen. She could hear his breathing on the other side of the line; 'so what do you suggest'.
'Just come one over. No one's here, just the two of us', Ben suggested, smirking. That prospective sounded like a perfect melody to his ears.
But Jaz wasn't so sure yet; 'they probably expect me join, and besides that; what do you have to offer?', she now had to grin, already knowing when it came to cooking that surely wasn't Ben's favorite waste of time.
'Okay, that would like', he opened the door of the fridge, than a second later of the kitchen cabinet; 'toast and beans'. He sighed. Living with Patrick hadn't been that bad; at least it made him get some backed eggs once in a while. He could always check Marcus' fridge, but that wouldn't turn automatically into a dish he could serve his girlfriend. Disappointed Ben breathed out; 'I guess you are right, we better join. As long as we won't stick around for long, believe me, they don't want that.'
***
Jodi turned weakly into Matt's arms. It felt perfect, just the tow of them in her bed. Matt seemed to slowly waken up as she heard him sniff, just figuring it her blonde curl tickling his nose. 'What do I smell?', he mumbled as he pulled her back closer against his front and curved his face further into her neck.
She giggled softly; 'my shampoo'.
'No it's not that', he replied. Matt opened his eyes half and turned his face, trying to distinguish the smell. 'Is someone making dinner?', he now asked, as he frowned his dark eyebrows.
Jodi turned towards her husband, her fingertips caressing his short hair. 'I guess so yes, it's ...', she reached up a little and saw her alarm clock already showing an eighteen.
'I must hope they bring some upstairs, you make me hungry', he muttered, now taking in his original position again.
Jodi smiled, wetting her lips. 'I make you hungry? You do know I'm the one that has to eat for two here'. She felt his lips curl into a small against her naked shoulder, his arm protectively around her swollen belly. It was so good to have him back.
***
Regan marched into Jack study to find Stevie behind the desk, she had turned her chair towards the view through the window. Silently gazing outside. 'Oh …', Regan stopped in her tracks; 'you're okay. I thought you were here, I was just wondering; we could invite Russ too for tonight's dinner'. She breathed out and saw how her friend turned her chair to face her.
A vague thankful smile was shown on Stevie's lips. 'I guess I rather do that another time. It's later already, he probably can't come over in time', she answered, brushing her hand through her hair. Regan now gave her friend an examining look.
'You all right?', she asked.
'Fine, just doing some thinking and I wanna call Moira, but it's still so early in Argentina, so I'm waiting for it to be close to seven', Stevie stated. Her eyelids felt rather heavy, just emphasizing the amount of tears she had shed today.
'Right, well I'll guess we will have dinner in about 45 minutes', the brown haired girl exclaimed, throwing her a smile and leaving the Study. On her way back to the kitchen she passed a still phone calling Jaz and smirked, making a sign she really needed to cut the call and think about the costs. It were the little things that counted after all, to be able to keep Drovers out of too much financial problems.
