Chapter 26!
I am SOOOOO very sorry about how long it took for me to get this up. its just that school is now back in session and i spent the last few days working stuff out beforehand.
so now that school is in session, i think that i'm going to update once a week, cuz as much as i hate it, hmk does come first -_-
and OMG RB 2 HOUR SEASON 1 FINALEE!
CANT WAIT!
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I could feel my heart clench as the woman's face morphed into Andy's and the man's face changed into the one I see in the mirror every day.
The woman smiled at me and that snapped me back.
Before I could smile back, the three of them were walking away. The man and woman hand in hand and the little boy dancing ahead of them.
I watched them walk down the hallway.
The door began to close, taking the view of the family away from me, and deep down, I couldn't help but wonder how true that was.
Once the doors were completely shut, I leaned against the wall. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. A dull ache was beginning to form in my head as I worked to ignore it.
I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling and had to squint them against the harsh overhead lighting.
My mind kept being drawn to the happy little family. To the pretty woman with her welcoming smile. To the handsome man with his love towards his wife so obvious.
To the product of their love and devotion, the child, dancing ahead of them.
Deep down, I knew that that was what I wanted.
No matter how much I come off as arrogant or self centered, in the end I have always wanted to end up with that 'white picket fence' temperament.
I've always wanted a woman to care for and to love. I've always wanted little kids running around my house. Living, breathing proof of our love and devotion to one another.
I have always wanted to be the kind of father to my kids that my own father wasn't to me.
I would love them and care for them like my father never did to myself, or even Callaghan.
I would show them that I would do anything for them and that I would always be there for them no matter what happened.
And that I would never, ever, leave them, like my own father so carelessly did.
All in all, I would be everything to them that my father wasn't. Deep down, I knew this was my way of telling myself that I wasn't like him. We were two different people.
But I had to admit that no matter how much I tried, no matter how much I strived to become what he was not, no matter how much I wanted to say that we were nothing alike, I couldn't.
Because he is my father. Like it or not. It was his blood that runs through my veins. His face that resembles the one that I look at in the mirror every day.
His name that I hold on my shoulders like a dead weight.
I sighed again as the elevator opened on the 3rd floor and stepped out.
I remembered the directions to the examination rooms so that was where I decided to look first. If Jennifer was where she was supposed to be, she would be there.
Walking down the hallway, I was mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do.
All the while I was trying, unsuccessfully if you asked me, to ignore the part of my brain that was screaming at me to turn around and go back to Andy's room.
That was fairly pointless, considering that the rare times that she did speak to me about her relationship with Callaghan, things seemed to be going just fine.
Sadly.
I could perfectly imagine myself coming home from work, parking my baby in our drive, walking up the steps to have the door open just as I got there.
To see Andy's smiling face as she tips her face up for a kiss as I run my hand over her belly, now swollen holding our child.
To come inside and hear my little boy yell "Daddy" as he launches himself at me, and I pick him up and spin him around.
Yea, I could perfectly imagine that, I though with a small smile unknowingly forming on my face.
And at night we would put our son down for his nap, and I'd take Andy up to our bedroom. We would lie down next to each other and turn to her.
I'd run my hand tenderly over the stomach that now held our baby girl.
"Andy," I'd whisper.
"Andy, I love—"
"Hello Sammy, come to see me?"
That sultry voice snapped me back from my thoughts as I looked down to focus on the beautiful face that when with it.
When I met her eyes, Jennifer sent me a 100 watt smile.
"Um... I uh..." I stuttered.
I knew exactly what I was supposed to say.
I've been thinking about it this whole time, planning what I was going to say to get this done as soon as possible.
But as of just this minute, all of that flew from my mind, and I had no idea what I was saying.
I, Sam Swarek, did not know what to say to a female being for the first time in... well, in ever.
But then again, Jennifer was no normal female being, she was what me and Jerry would call a 'man eater'.
I almost smiled at the memory that came with me and Jerry and that label... almost.
But back to present matters, Jennifer was still standing in front of me with that expectant, and quite seductive, look on her face.
And I was still stuttering like a teenage boy who has just entered the Playboy Bunny Mansion.
"Yes?" she provided.
"Um, yea I uh... needed ask you something but uh... I um... forgot..." I ended lamely.
She tilted her head to one side as if she was considering me.
"Oh," she said cheerily.
"Well if you remember later on..." she trailed off taking a step the brought her very close to me.
"You know where to find me," she whispered in my ear, and the hairs on the back of my head stood up against my will.
She pulled her head back to look up into my eyes, her mouth was dangerously close to mine and I could feel her breath on my face.
Huh, minty. It was a miracle what my brain did when it's placed on the spot.
"Uh yea well... yea..."
I may not seriously have feelings for her. Hell, I don't thing I had any for her. But she was still a woman, a gorgeous woman at that, and I was still a man.
I could help but feel somewhat attracted to her on a physical level.
And right now, looking down at her gave me the perfect view down her shirt, and I`m sure she knew that.
As if that wasn't bad enough, her chest was heaving as though she had run a marathon. Again, I`m sure she was doing it on purpose.
She abruptly took another step that brought her chest right up against mine, and my very male mind was going wild.
I subconsciously tipped my head a bit lower, closer to hers.
Our lips were now just a breath apart.
I could hear my heart thundering in my chest, and even though in my head I knew that I didn't want her, but my body wanted nothing but her.
Well, nothing that I could actually get but her.
Besides, Andy had Callaghan. Right? I thought as I lowered my head again.
Right?
O.O dun-dun-dunnnnnn
does he kiss her? does he not? will Andy wake up?
tune in next week to find out! :D
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