Italic is the character thinking or speaking for himself.
Eliot was exhausted, two broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, all he wanted to do was rest. What the hell was Helena doing in Serbia anyway? That woman was crazy yet; the worst of it was the fact Nathan was even crazier...
The hitter was finally home, all he wanted to do was rest until the next crazy job, but then, the phone rang. It was probably Hardison, it could wait until morning. It stopped and when he finally thought he could sleep in peace it rang again. He grabbed it and answered it.
-Damn it, Hardison! This better be important...
-Hi... Is it a bad time to call? - The voice on the side was smooth and sweet, as much as he remembered it, as much as he missed it, having her speaking on his ears every single day, every single job...
-No, hon'... It's just fine. You okay? -A few moments of silence and he could swear his heart actually stopped pumping. That James guy had better not hurt her or he would wipe his ass from Paris to China...
-Yeah, I am just fine... -She was speaking on a slow tone, almost tired.
-You don't sound fine, hon'... It's me, Soph, ya know you can talk to me...
-James wants to have a baby. - It was his turn to be silent; he sure felt like beating the guy's ass from Paris to China...
-A baby? What kind of baby? - Asked, sounding a bit like Parker, but, hell, the man was caught on surprise...
-I don't know, Eliot, how many kinds of babies do you know? - He laughed, if she was being sarcastic than, it couldn't be that bad.
-Sorry, darlin'. My bad... Well, do you want to have a baby? - He had a déjà vu, lately he was always making Sophie question he didn't really want the answers to...
I don't know... It's just... I was a thief; a baby was never in my life plans and now everything's so different, so Goodman normal! We've been having some problems... I mean, I've been having some problems...
-What kind of problems?
-I don't know... It's like... There's this emptiness, I always feel life if something is missing and maybe...
-Maybe? - He didn't like the way that conversation was going.
-Maybe, a baby is what's missing...
Sophie, Sophie, Sophie... Where have you gone? Please come back for me. This Helena persona is crazier and I dare to say she is not as smart as you were, not in a thousand years...'
-Sophie, no! A baby is not what's missing. What's missing is you! Since your got married with that guy you're not you anymore!
-But he loves me so much, and I... I am just wrong with him, distant and cold... And, maybe a baby would help us...
-No! Soph, a baby wouldn't help you at all. A baby would drag your marriage down the rabbit hole faster than it should and after that, you will be resentful, your husband will be resentful and in the middle of it there will a be broken child that won't be loved as it should... - She sobbed on the other side and he felt terrible. On his own will he would catch the next plane to Paris just to hug her...
-Did you ever think about it, Eliot? On having a baby?
-I am a hitter, darnlin', baby would be better without me...
-So why isn't this the right way to have a baby? I mean, Eliot if I would have a child as thief, what would I teach him... I can't take chances and screw up an infant like that...
-Darlin', you'd be just fine. Your kid would know who is momma was and that she loved him and brought him to the world out of love and not to try to save her already sinking marriage. You would probably teach your kid the world is grey, not black and with and there's nothing wrong with that. You are a good person...
-So should I have a baby and tell him I am thief?
-You should tell him who you really her, not some broken alias of yours and yes, you should probably have a baby with someone that knows you and accepts you for what you are, like Nathan or me or even Hardison...
-Hardison, seriously? - He frowned, when did things start to go so south?
-No, not Hardison, that would be wrong, but you get the message right? - She whimpered.
-Yeah, I do, Eliot. Thanks...
-No problem Soph, and just know that I will support your decision no matter what so, if you decide to go and have a little dude I will be there for ya'
-Thank you Eliot.
She hung up and he rolled on his bed, just wishing she'd do the right thing, wishing she'd come back for them, for him?...
So what do you think? Is Sophie/Helena, going to have a little Carter baby to take care of?
What are you thinking of the story so far?