Happy New Year to you all! Hope your celebrations are full of joy and you stay safe. Warning for language. Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think.
Chapter Nine
"I see my bitch flag is flying high today"
"Did you settle in okay little Sis?"
"Umm, that would be a huge and resounding no big brother! Whose house was that, why did you let me believe it was yours?"
"What do you mean no and no, I thought you knew I was house sitting, why in the world would I own a house in San Diego?"
"Some bitch got in my face, started saying she wasn't sure she was comfortable with a stranger staying there. Seemed to know you pretty well, if her little territorial 'Steven Webber' was anything to go by, she was like a bitch in heat, wanting to ride your leg or pee on it. How am I to know where you have houses, it isn't like we've spent much time together, you've been pretty incognito my whole life."
"Oh, so you met Verruca?"
"Veruca, wasn't that the name of that nasty child in Willy Wonka? She was the one who turns blue, with the horrible attitude, right?"
"I think the spelling of that was V-e-r-u-c-a, the one you met is spelled, V-e-r-r-u-c-a. Which version are you talking about the Johnny Depp one, or the Gene Wilder one and no, Violet is the one who turns blue?"
"That bitches name is Verruca, seriously? It means growth or lump, seems kind of fitting. What difference does it make, both versions were fairly close to the same and if you knew anything about me, you'd know I was talking about the Johnny Depp one, that man, for his age, yum!" Elizabeth laughed long and hard, the whole conversation was rather comical.
"Okay Liz, calm down. As for your other questions, low blow, I know we haven't been close and I haven't been a very good brother, but, well that time is over now. As for Verruca, we may have had a fling once or twice, her brother introduced us and one thing led to another…"
"Stop Steven or I will tell you all about my baby daddy and how this little one was conceived."
"Why would I want to hear anything about your sex life?"
"You are in for it now, being all snarky and shit. Let's see, there was the wall sex and the floor sex, which alone were phenomenal, but then we had copious amounts of sex on the pool table, hell he even took me from behind, and you know what, I gave myself felt burn, or he did or we both did…"
"If you ever want to see your child's birth, you will stop telling me about your sex life, is nothing sacred anymore?"
"Oh Steven, it was sacred but if you are going to bang cheap tramps, expect it to bite you on the ass. Did you make sure to have a full battery of tests after being with her?"
"You don't know her Elizabeth, you are being very judgemental."
"Aww, did I hurt your feelings. Once a pump and dump, always a pump and dump, but I figure you already know that, maybe that's why you got so full of righteous indignation, was the sex that good you feel compelled to stick up for her?"
"Can we just pretend like we are not having this conversation?"
"Well, we could always go back to my sex life, but I think even you, big brother, would blush at what I could tell you."
"Liz, you've hit your word limit for a century."
"Whatever! Cam and I are staying at a hotel for a couple days; we'll see what we think of the area and go from there. If it works, we might stay longer or we'll head home." Elizabeth replied, changing the topic, even though it was fun to get her brothers goat.
"I thought you said Port Charles was too stressful for you?"
"Yeah it is, but seeing as your house isn't your house and your 'lady' friend makes me want to remove my own fingernails, staying at a hotel or going home is preferable."
"Are you sure? I can phone Verruca and see if she'd make an exception."
"I am WAY sure. I want stress free and she is SO not conducive of the stress free life I need."
"If there is anything I can do let me know."
"Sure thing and I hope you won't have to work long, from what you were saying last week, you were looking forward to some time off."
"I don't know how long it will be, but it is what it is. Take it easy, I have to get going, so I'll talk to you as soon as possible."
"Bye."
She couldn't help the giggle that escaped. 'Take that Stevie boy, next time you'll think twice about trying to tell me about your skank of the week. I've got a low tolerance for all things skanky, trampy, slutty…'
"You know what Cam; I think you and me need to go to the pool. It is a beautiful day out and I heard when we checked in, that they are having a play date for all the kids of the hotel. Think you'd be interested in that?"
"Swim momma, go, go."
She loved seeing her baby happy. She'd love it even more if Jason was there and enjoying all of it but once again she allowed him to be a punk bitch and her to be a pussy. No more though, her kids were not going to go without both of their parents.
"Let's go, I can make my calls later."
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Alan woke first; he spent long minutes just watching her sleep. He was terrified, he could admit to that. However, what really stuck out, throughout his whole conversation, Monica didn't know and jumping to worst case scenario was going to do no one any good.
Stepping out of the room, Alan made one of many calls. Somewhere between the fifth and seventh, he finally got what he was looking for.
By the time Monica awoke, Alan had a solid plan.
"Good morning sweetheart."
"Good morning darling. I know you've been scared and I know for a fact that I haven't been the best husband lately, but that changes today. I've set you up at rehab clinic. It won't be easy; you've got a lot on your plate and with this latest health scare, I am sure it will make this that much harder."
"So you think sending me away is going to help you do what exactly, get husband of the year?"
Not bothering to be baited, knowing it was her fear and sense of helplessness that was speaking, Alan continued, "I've set you up with a month long stay, it will give you the chance to get healthy from this, so that when it comes time and we find out whether or not you are sick again, we will both be ready to fight."
"How do you suppose you are going to fight any of this? You are sending me away to fix this on my own, just like the last time I had cancer. I don't need your help Alan; it is obvious I am once again in this alone. So send me away, clear the decks so to speak, so you can once again do what you do best."
"You can be as nasty as you like Monica, I'm not giving up on you and when you are healthy mentally as well as physically, you will see that is all I have been trying to do. Our lives may not have been perfect, there have been affairs and illegitimate children and dead lovers…it is a long list and through it all, we somehow come out on top. This is just another hurdle we will have to jump but I know, we will make it through this stronger than ever."
"Keep flapping your lips Doctor, but I am your wife not your patient and no matter which way you spin this, this is you once again abandoning your duties. Go ahead, pat yourself on the back, and make yourself feel good. You'll get yours one way or another."
"I love you Monica and when this is over you are going to feel horrible for speaking to me like this but I need you to remember, I didn't get angry, I wasn't baited by you to lash out and hurt you. I love you and this is what is best, you'll see that, I am positive."
Before she could say anything else, Alice escorted in two rather large men in white coats and a man in what looked like an expensive suit.
"Thank you for getting here so quickly. She's going to go, however it probably won't be happily. Please just take care of her; I'll come when you let me know it is okay to do so."
Not waiting for anyone to say anything, he walked up to Monica, hugged her and whispered his love before striding quickly from the room.
She may not understand right now, but that was almost as hard as seeing her walk away when she was going to be treated for her breast cancer. Now he just had to pull on his big boy pants and breathe, he would get her through this, even if she ended up hating him, at least she'd be healthy.
A little over a week until he could get the results of her biopsy, according to Monica, sadly, her going to a different hospital, took his ability to rush the results. At least he had a week to prepare for the worst, a week to hope for the best.
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