Tina
watched her leaving, biting her lip, thinking how sad Quin looked, like a lost
puppy looking for a home. Hands in her
pockets, long blonde hair falling into her green eyes. Tina sighed, "Helena,
what were you thinking?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"You can’t feel it
kicking, not yet," informed Rosita. Daisy
was sitting there, rubbing her still flat belly with her left hand. Rosita was unpacking more boxes that had
arrived from Seattle. Pulling out clothes, looking at them,
thinking that there was no way that Daisy was going to fit into them any time
soon.
"But I want to feel
him kicking."
"Him, we are having a
him?" asked Rosita, and Daisy smiled.
"Him, her, them?" Giggled the former Goth girl, getting up from
her place at the piano, and going over to kiss Rosita. Ro pulled her into her arms, sliding her
hands down to Daisy’s stomach, caressing the skin there. Daisy smiled.
"We’re really doing
this, huh?"
"We can’t give it back
now," said Daisy with a laugh, wrapping her arms around Ro. They had discussed having a child for a long
time, since their second year together. Finally,
they couldn’t think of any reasons why not to have a child. They hardly fought, and when they did, it was
about things that were silly. Their
lives just felt slightly incomplete, and they felt that having this baby, would
fill that void.
"I didn’t mean it that
way, I just mean, with all the stuff that’s gone down, you know? With your mom? With Quin…?"
Daisy pulled away,
smirking. Rosita had been trying to get
her to talk about the whole insane Quin/Alice breakup, but Daisy was
refusing. Throwing herself into her
work, into getting ready for the baby, and not talking about anything having to
do with her mother, "Can you just drop… this subject?"
"Bella, I love you,
you know that, but we’re making a family here.
You gotta include ya family too," reminded Rosita, her Barrio twang
making a reappearance when she was trying to get her point across.
"Sure, Peggy,
Quin, the girls, but not, I repeat, NOT Alice or
Helena.
So why don’t you leave it alone?"
Daisy stormed from the door, Rosita heard the car engine starting up,
and leaving the garage. Rosita sighed,
her Barrio instinct told her to go after her, the more mature side of her told
her to give Daisy some room. Rosita
drummed her fingers on the wall, dark eyes getting more serious by the
moment. Dashing to the door and going
after Daisy.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Whatcha doing?" the voice at the end of Bette’s
phone asked, Bette She looked at the phone, seeing that the
number was unavailable. grimaced.
"Who is this?" Bette
asked. She was sitting in her new office
at the Los Angeles Institute of Fine Art.
She was now Dean Porter,
thinking her father would be proud of her.
Kit and Ivan
had sent flowers, and a congratulations card.
JennyMarina
had sent her a wonderful glass sculpture by an artist in Vancouver,
where they lived now. The ‘gang’ had
taken her out to dinner two days before, everyone but Quin and Dana
had been there. Dana
had been sick, and Quin had offered to stay with her. and
The one person that
hadn’t been invited, had been Samantha
Vance.
No one had thought of calling the young ex-doctor. That had irked Bette
for some reason, having been trying to gather up the courage to call Sam,
but not having the guts to finally dial the digits.
"This is just, me, and
I asked you first, what are you doing?"
The voice was low, deep, and undistinguishable over the cell phone
connection. Bette
sighed, deciding to play along.
"I’m in my office,
looking over applications for the next semester, might you be one of the
students?"
A chuckle at the end
of the phone line, "No, hardly. Have you
had lunch?"
"No."
"Oh good, cuz if I had
to lug this food back to my car, I’d die," said Sam
Vance from the doorway, holding up a bag of
food. "Steak au poivre, garlic mashed
potatoes, with… um…" Sam
opened the bag, "Oh yeah, watermelon for dessert."
Bette
laughed, smiling, "How did you know I liked Steak au poivre?"
"I asked around,
congrats on the job," added Sam,
moving go the small couch to the right of the door. Bette stood,
watching the much younger woman move.
Quick fingers opened the bag, getting everything out of the bag. "I hope water is ok?"
"Of course, you asked
around?" Bette
asked curiously. The thought of Sam
asking Shane It also brought an
odd ray of hope to Bette, who’d been rather
celibate since Candace had left. Shunning advances of women, feeling like her
solitude was her new partner. what her favorite food was brought
an odd scene to mind.
"Yeah, I tend to do
that. I heard you had a celebration
dinner, but I was out of town… I was in Europe,
setting up some treatments for Dana," said Sam,
informing her of why she hadn’t been at the party.
"Oh," stammered Bette. So someone had told Sam,
but she’d been busy. Yet, here she
was. "What sort of treatment?"
"Top secret," smiled Sam,
waving to the couch. Sam Bette sat
slowly, smelling the wonderful steak.
sat on the floor, digging into the potatoes with her fork.
"Where did you get
this? The Planet?"
"Where did I get
it? I made it, silly, I even slaughtered
the cow. Actually, I bought the steak at
the market, and the potatoes too, but I did the rest."
"Really? A doctor who cooks?" BetteSam nodded. Her shaggy dark blonde hair fell into her
eyes, she pushed it from her grey with an annoyed hand.
chuckled, and
"Yes, I cook, I clean,
I take pictures, and I was, once, a good doctor. Now, I shuttle around the world, in search of
stem cells."
"So that’s where this
new doctor is heading? Stem cell
therapy? Is she that bad off?" Asked Bette. Sam nodded,
chewing on a piece of steak.
"Yeah, she’s not doing
great. So, with a bit of money, and a
few connections, not all of which are legal, I managed to get some fresh stem
cells, and Darci is going to modify them, I don’t know, I’m not into that stuff. I was a simple ER doc."
"Simple, you? I doubt it," shot back Bette. Sam looked up
at her, shrugging her shoulders, grey eyes shining honestly.
"Not so simple. So, this job of yours, late hours?"
"No."
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