"And then what Mommy?" my little girl, Clarissa, said. "Did Elliott and you have to sleep in the same bed like Daddy said?"
I looked over at Elliott, he smirked, looking so much like his father. "For one day. I was scared stiff about having him sleep with me. That Daddy or even me would roll over onto him."
"Where's Dad?" Elliott said, and I shrugged.
"Last I checked he was in the garage." I said.
Clarissa sat up. "So, Elliot, he wasn't planned."
I looked over at the thirteen year old and he rolled his eyes. I looked back to Clarissa. "Nope. And neither were you. I think 80% of all babies are not planned."
"Why do ask Mom to tell you these long stories about her past?" Elliott said, closing his book and looking at Clarissa.
"Well, she doesn't mind. It's so... dramatic." Clarissa's hybird of blue and green eyes twinkled with laughter. "It should be a TV show."
I smiled at that. I gave the 6 year old her teddy bear that Uncle(all Uncle) Adam and Aunt Fiona bought her and she smiled up at me.
"Mommy, will you tell me the rest tomorrow?" Clarissa asked, her dark hair spread out and her head under her pillow because she prefers the middle of her bed.
"No..." a new voice said. "I think I will."
There stood Eli, smirking while wiping his wet hands on a towel.
"Where were you?" I asked and he twists the ring on his finger. Oh yes, that ring.
"Elliott, Natalie can spend the rest of the night not texting you." he shut off Elliott's phone and out of instinct I gave Elliott a look.
I had a worried sense I was losing my baby boy. It's not like the girl's he likes are all tramps and floozies. They're just... not good enough.
But I am no Mrs. Torres.
"Natalie?" I asked and Elliott looked at Eli.
"Way to throw me under the bus." he griped and Eli smirked.
"I don't seem to think of your mother as a bus." he out-sarcasticked his son.
"Touche." Elliott knows where to stop and plus, I was giving him that look, daring him to continue on that.
Though I still smiled at their banter and I bit my lip. I knew Eli was going to be a great dad. We were both scared and clueless. I had Darcy though. Apparently my mom's baby is my dad's and I was not sticking around for that mess. Darcy came back after weeks of family torture. She brought back a husband, who was some sort of royalty in Kenya. AKA he was rich.
Plus he wanted to travel with Darcy around the world and Darcy did too, before settling with a family to travel with around the world. So he bought them a place in Ottawa.
Me and him, who legally changed his name to Andrew, had this bondage because his sister was pregnant when he left. He held Elliott before my parents did. He said thought of me as a little sister and though I begged him not to, he still insisted in buying me an apartment.
"Andrew, not now." I said, as I flipped through my math book while Elliott was screaming for the milk warming up in the microwave.
"Clare, you can't stay with your mother. And Elliott seems to agree." his accent and the calm way he spoke only conveyed the urgency he had even more. I sighed.
"Andrew, I am not going to make it look like that Darcy got a new husband that she married on the back of an elephant with so that he can support our family."
"Hey. Leave him out of this."
I got the hot bottle out of the microwave and the sight of it calmed him down, but he hiccuped and I feared Elliott would muster up his baby strength and heave something at me.
Eli looked at me, eyes lit up. "Come on. I have something to show you."
"That's our cue to fall asleep." Elliott said and I gave him a look.
"Goodnight." I said and succeded in kissing his head, despite his protests.
"Goodnight Daddy," Clarissa said and wrapped her small arms around his neck. "See you tomorrow?"
My heart melted. She asked him this for about two years. And he always said 'of course' and she's smile a hge smile and sleep peacefully.
"Of course." Eli said, bumping her wrist.
I smiled and Elliott did to for a second, but swiftly turned himself around. I knew he was my son.
Eli shut their door and I sighed, aginst the wall. Eli faced me and kissed me... a bone-shatteringly slow kiss.
"What exactly did you want to show me?" I whispered and he smirked.
"Patience, young one, though I would enjoy what you imply... that is not the case."
He pulled me downstairs and I protested the whole way, not understanding it.
"Clare!" I heard a shriek-whisper.
Oh my god.
Jenna. Adam. Darcy. Alli. Andrew. Fiona. AND...
my mother?
"Clare! Why are you leaving?" My mother said, Anastasia in her hands and tears in her eyes. Ana was silent and holding on to my mother's finger.
"Andrew..." I said and my mother nodded, upset.
"He offered you that place again. Do you want to take advantage of him?" my mother used the only card she had against me.
I sighed. "Mom! I promised to pay the rent, I promised to pay him back. I can't live here."
"Why not?"
"Because! Elliot is cramped, he spends every other day at his dad's where he is always silent and here he's screaming because it's so cramped."
"Andit isn't because of your father?"
She hit the nail right on the nose. I sniffled and looked at my mom.
"Yes." I croaked. "Yes. Yes, it is. Ok?"
"Clare-"
"It hurts that he can leave me and come back because of her. I don't hate Ana. I love her. I just need space. And so does Elliott. I knew this would never be easy."
My mom looked at me and set Ana down in the crib next to Elliott.
Elliott rolled over to look at her and Ana stared at his hand, mesmorized.
She hugged me and whispered. "It'll never be easy. But please. Please don't forget us."
In the present, there was Ana now, asleep in Adam and Fiona's arms on the (I have less than half to pay Andrew back so I feel wrong calling it mine) couch.
I looked at my mom and she enveloped me into a hug, the hug only a mother can give.
"Clare-bear? Did you forget us?" she said, and I realized she was crying and so was I.
"No!" I said and she hugged me again, with Darcy joining in.
"Yay for family!" she muttered and I laughed.
"You have the best husband ever." Darcy said. Andrew coughed. "Well, second best."
I wrapped my arms around Alli and Dave's shoulders and said that I know. Eli smirked and sat away from it all. I smiled at him.
Jenna had a 15 year-old with her. "Kayla. Say hi to Aunt Clare."
Kayla sighed and smiled at me. "Hi Aunt Clare."
Jenna looked at me. "Shut up and hug me," she said and I did.
I literally almost tackled Adam, hugging him from the side Ana was not on.
He laughed. "I love you too." he smiled and Fiona looked at him. He rolled his eyes. "In a friend way."
Fiona kissed his cheek and it lingered for a second before pulling away. Adam looked at her in shock. "You little-"
She giggled and I moved away as everyone settled onto the (nope, still can't say it) couch.
Adam and Fiona were bickering a wee bit while Andrew and Darcy carried Ana to the guest room. When they came back they were fighting with Alli and Jenna to watch a TV show (Extreme Makeover:Home Edition or Project Runway).
I looked for Eli and he snuck up from behind.
I kissed him a million times before I got words out in betweeen.
"You are the best husband on the face of the Earth."
Eli smirked and pulled me into the darker kitchen and I looked up into his eyes.
No One's POV
"You're amazing." she said and he expected it.
He knew she missed all of her family and friends, and Adam was for him actually. Who else would do the scheme-y stuff with him? Elliott was nice but can sell him out with just one glare from Clare.
"It's my job." he stated and she smiled that evil smile he only sees once in awhile.
"Do you get paid for it?" she said and reached up on her tippy toes to kiss him while tracing one finger down his chest and he stopped her before she went lower than he needed right npw with kids upstairs and people in the (he's not used to it either) living room.
"Not exactly." he said and Clare let her hands free, thankfully going upwards now.
"Do you want to?" she whispered in his ear and Eli swore he felt her bite it.
To say that Eli could care less right now, where they were and who they were with was an understatement.
"Please stop," he begged as she began to go downwards again.
"?" she said, stopping a little too close to being to the point of no return and Eli looked at her.
"You're evil." he said and she smiled before Eli picked her up and spun her on the counter.
"But two can play at that game."
"Well I would love to play..." she felt his fingertips grazing the legs of her jeans and she wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly pulling his hair.
"You have no idea what you're starting Blue Eyes."
"After all these years... I think... I do." she grabbed onto his hair tighter and Eli sighed shakily.
"You like control?" he said and Clare shrugged.
"No wonder you love it so much." she whispered in his ear again and her breath hit his neck and all hope for resistance wasn't lost... but was pretty damn close to being lost. Without a map. In a maze.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you." he just spoke the truth. She bit her lip and the grip on her leg became tighter.
"You can tell me." she whispered and he was clawing her jean-ed leg now. Clare smiled.
"CLARE!" Adam called and Clare smiled. "Later." she leaped off the table and Eli sighed, his heart pounded and he tried toget rid of the excited feeling in his chest.
"Oh my god!" Clare said after the last people left and Eli grabbed her from behind.
"Follow me, they will be back tomorrow." he said and Clare snickered.
"You. Follow. Me." she said and kissed him. She dragged him upstairs and pushed him down.
"You think we should do this?" Clare asked.
Eli looked at her. "You're asking me this... now!" Eli whispered hoarsely, "God damn it, Clare."
Clare looked at Eli.
"We have kids, sleeping across the hall, and what if I get pregnant again?"
Eli looked at Clare. "Close your eyes. And just do what you want. And... we'll make sure you won't get pregnant."
Clare sighed and closed her eyes.
"As you wish, master." she said and slid onto him.
"I thought Cleopatra was the queen."
Clare smiled.
"Touche... Marc Antony."
Eli just smirked and Clare peeled his blazer off. "I don't like this. Or anything you where. Just go shirtless all the time."
"Get off my back," he joked and Clare smiled.
"What do you mean get off your back?"
Hayy!
You didn't... You couldn't possibly thought... I'd end it there?
Oh, ho, you guys slay me with your humor.
I was bored.
BTW- My birthday is tomorrow.
(GO VIRGOS! And people who arent there.)
ECLARISM PRIEST NUMBER 1!
Well, I bet its over so...
bye.