Flash Fiction Friday prompt 207: Can We Kiss? 311 words
It had been eight long, loong lonely years. Coming home had been fantastic…and not a little traumatic after the solitude.
But eight years had given Jeff time to think. About his life, what he had left behind. His boys. His Ma.
His love.
Lucy had been more in his thought since that first day he had been stranded. He'd spent hours and hours and hours talking everything over with her. How he'd failed her at first. How Scott had stepped into the breach. How only their eldest's health had brought him back.
How her death had given him the idea and strength to create International Rescue.
How their marvellous amazing boys had joined them.
How, even now, he had not forgotten her.
But as the years progressed Jeff found himself thinking of another almost as much as he still thought of Lucy.
Now…he'd been on Earth for almost nine months, the last two of which he'd moved back home onto the island.
These last months he'd seen her a few times. Watched her carefully. Seen how his boys interacted with her. There was a respect born of years of working together that made his heart swell with both pride and with hope.
Today he was alone on the island and she was coming over. Ostentatiously to go over some ideas for some iR-based tech that Tracy Industries was going to develop for the GDF. But he hoped for more than just a business meeting.
Lunch on the terrace was consumed. Jeff could barely keep his eyes off her, civilian dress suited her so much, and from the looks she was casting his way that little seed of hope was flowering.
There was a lull in the chatter that had progressed from business to family and finally to personal matters.
'Can – can I kiss you?'
'Oh Jeff, I thought you'd never ask.'