Also, I'd like to note that I do not own "Remington Steele" or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
(This story is my sequel story to "My Heart You Steele.")
~*~Steele at His Worst : Chapter Four~*~
A week after Carissa had left Cristofer in the care of Remington and Laura, they drove her to the airport. It was a tearful farewell. "Don't worry," Laura promised Cari. "We'll take excellent care of Cristofer."
"You call us as soon as you reach Stockholm," Remington gently reminded.
"Okay, I will," Cari agreed as she sniffed back her tears. "Thank you both so much. Give Cristofer a kiss for me."
Remington watched his sister leave sorrowfully, a distant look upon his face. Somehow he just knew deep inside that this would be the last time he'd ever see her. As she boarded the plane, Remington's heart was aching.
"She'll be alright," assured Laura as she sensed his inner turmoil.
"Yeah, she's got Daniel's blood in her veins," Remington stated, his voice confident. However, on the inside he felt differently as he gazed down into Laura's face.
~*~o~*~
Before going to Mildred's to pick up Cristofer, Remington and Laura had gone shopping to pick up a few necessary items for his room. They had decided to fix up the small spare bedroom to become a nursery for Cristofer. "Ohhh Remington, look at this!" Laura exclaimed, showing him an adorable little crib with a teddy-bear painted on it's side.
"Yes, that's nice, Laura," Remington acknowledged although obviously his mind was preoccupied with other thoughts.
"Ohhh Remington, please don't worry about Cari. I'm sure it'll all work out for her."
At The Baby's Palace, they ended up getting a great deal of items for baby Cristofer. The backseat of Laura's small convertible was packed to capacity. Thankfully the sales lady at the store had offered to deliver the rest of the items.
They took it easy that night as Mildred had offered to watch Cristofer so Laura and Remington could have some time alone. Remington turned on the television set, and they sat down together to watch an old Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman movie. Laura lay with her head in Remington's lap as he munched on a big bowl of popcorn. He appeared very engrossed in the movie.
"'Casablanca' happens to be one of my favorite movies," Remington told her. "Nothing can drag me away from this T.V. set."
"Not even this?" Laura whispered, reaching up to hungrily kiss him.
After she pulled back to gaze deeply into his amazing blue eyes, Remington chuckled and asked, "Very eager for beddy-bye, are we, Laura?"
"What do you expect, Mr. Steele? Especially after our romantic interlude was spoiled the other night," Laura reminded. "I haven't had a chance to carry out my plans for you yet."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you talking about what you were planning for us last evening in that costly Italian restaurant?" Remington asked as he raised a dark eyebrow.
"Ohhh yes... and I believe it's time for you to pay up now, lambchop," Laura answered, a twinkle in her brown eyes.
"Your wish is my command," agreed Remington as he reached for the remote control to switch off the T.V. set. He began making passionate love to his wife.
~*~o~*~
"Remington! Wake up! I made breakfast!" Laura called up to the loft just as she had plopped some scrambled eggs onto two plates.
"Do I dare eat it?" Remington groaned under his breath as he crawled out of bed.
"Handsome, don't!" Laura hollered as Handsome snitched a bite of egg off of Remington's plate.
The cat jumped off the table and hid underneath a chair. "Ohhh well," Laura sighed. "He won't even notice."
Remington came downstairs and entered the kitchen. His hair wasn't combed and he was only dressed in a pair of jeans. "Good morning," Laura said in a husky voice, approaching him with a long, lingering kiss.
"Darling, what is this?" Remington questioned, running a fork through the mass of egg on his plate.
"Scrambled eggs," Laura replied defensively.
"But... what's this?" Remington asked, pulling a cat hair from his food. "The work of Handsome, the feline, no doubt?"
Laura shrugged and avoided his piercing look. "Thank you, darling," he stated. "But I am afraid I've lost my appetite."
Laura giggled. "Ohhh well... your loss."
"Perhaps," he said with a smirk. "Has Cari called yet?"
"No, not yet. But she should be calling any time now. You're not worried, are you?"
"Somewhat. Who knows where Cristobal's brothers may have connections. But then again, Cari is very intelligent and I should not worry the way I do. I guess it's just my 'big brother' instincts kicking in..."
Laura took Remington's hand in hers and raised it to her lips to softly kiss it. "She'll call," she assured him. "Cari will be alright."
"Laura, I just thought of something. If Cari wasn't sending you those letters, then who was it?"
"Hmmmm... some woman must really think you're hot, Mr. Steele," Laura said with a giggle while ruffling his thick, dark hair.
"Why don't we forget about breakfast, Mrs. Steele? Then you can show me just how hot I am," Remington smirked as he pushed their plates aside and lifted her onto the table.