Simspiration 11/27/10
This got very wordy, so I'm posting it here. I'd like to blame it on NaNo but, sadly, that's not the case. I'm just long winded. I'm still worried about how I write for Rhys, so I hope I did an okay job here. I wrote this to get off the NaNo story track and back onto Legacy story track. Yay!
He was very proud of himself for managing to not stomp up the stairs. He was even prouder of himself for not slamming the bedroom door shut behind him. He did, however, clench and unclench his fists as he leaned against the door.
If Mary Devereaux died in a fire immediately, it wouldn’t be soon enough. That was Rhys’ opinion anyway. He sighed quietly and looked over at the bed where Eden was sleeping. Her long, black hair lay tangled on her pillow and he could see that the blanket was almost covering the rest of her head. A fierce sense of protectiveness and helplessness overwhelmed him. He hated not being able to do anything to help. Another feeling rose up, but he pushed it back down. He knew what it was, but he refused to think about it. Thinking about it would lead to him saying it out loud, and doing that would just cause problems. He went back to feeling helpless and worried. He hated feeling helpless and worried.
Pregnancy was not going well for Eden, and so she took frequent and long naps throughout the day. And when she wasn’t sleeping, she ate like she was starving, but then she would end up sick in the bathroom shortly after. She tried to hide it, but he was not a stupid man. But he also realized that at this point that she wasn’t only trying to hide her sickness from him, but more from her own mother.
Mary had been anything but supportive of Eden’s pregnancy. In fact, it seemed that she just pushed Eden harder.
‘Make sure that you keep yourself fit, Eden. Baby weight can be most unflattering and it will take ever so much longer to work it off.’
‘Remember, Eden, you must always look your best. I know you aren’t feeling well, but perhaps fixing your hair in a stylish manner and putting on some makeup will make you feel better?’
Then there was all the talk of publicly announcing the pregnancy. The way Mary was talking, she wanted to keep the identity of the father vague, ‘just in case.’ In fact, that was the latest thing that he and Mary were ‘discussing.’ He hated the fact that Mary was perfectly willing to accept that her daughter slept around and had extra-marital affairs because she simply did not want Rhys to be the father of her future grandchild. She refused to believe him when he would always correct her and say ‘grandchildren.’
He knew that Eden was carrying twins. Eden knew that she was carrying twins. The garbage can where they tossed the rest of the cheesecake was the only other witness to that crime. He vehemently hoped that both of his children had red hair and his nose, so then there would be absolutely no question of who the father was. He took a brief moment to imagine Mary’s face when she saw two red haired twins with his nose and he imagined his own gloating face. He frequently fantasized about that.
However, today, that fantasy didn’t make him feel any better, so his extreme dislike of Mary refused to fade into the background. He ran his hand over his hair, taking care not to mess his fauxhawk. However, there was something he could do that would make him feel whole lot better.
He quietly walked to one of the two closets in the bedroom and slid open the door. He scanned the contents, looking for the suitcases they had taken on their trip to Twikkii Island.
Just one little poke, he thought. Maybe I’ll make her a little sick. Or should I make her overheat? Oh! I know! I’ll make her want to make out with her husband. She obviously needs to relieve some of that tension. Just the thought made him grin slightly.
The suitcases weren’t in the first closet, so he looked in the other one. The closet looked slightly disordered, but he didn’t think about that when his eyes rested on what he was looking for. He quietly took one of the suitcases out and unzipped it. After a quiet yet thorough search, he realized that the Mr. Mickles doll wasn’t in it. He quietly pulled out the other one. As he was about to unzip it, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Eden was still sleeping.
He tried not to look startled when he saw her blue eyes wide open, looking back at him.
“It’s not in there,” she said.
“What’s not in where?” he tried to ask innocently.
“You can’t use the Mr. Mickles doll on my mother, Rhys.”
“How do you do that? How do you know what I want to do?”
“Rhys, you look for it every time you get into an argument with her.”
“Oh, come on! Just one little poke. I’m not going to kill her or anything, I swear.”
“No.”
He sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he said. He put away the suitcase and shut the closet door. He then decided to try a different tactic. He walked over to Eden with a winning smile and reached out to hold her hand. “You want me to be happy, right Ede?”
“Yes. You know I do,” she replied. He could see traces of a smile playing about her lips, but he continued on.
“Well, you know what would make me really happy?”
“A kiss?”
He blinked and then grinned. “Well, yeah, a kiss would make me happy.” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “But do you know what would make me really, really happy?”
She was smiling when she asked, “What?”
“Being able to use the Mr. Mickles doll just once on your mother. Just one little poke and I’ll drop the subject.”
“No. Now, do you know what would make me really happy?”
He squeezed her hand gently. “What?”
“Cuddling with you for a little bit before I go back to sleep. I’m still really tired.”
“I can do that,” he said. He gently climbed into the bed and snuggled up behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. He then gently brushed her hair off her neck and kissed it. “How’s that?” he whispered in her ear.
“It’s perfect,” she mumbled, her voice sounding sleepy. He smiled slightly and shifted to make himself comfortable. As he slid his arm under her pillow, he felt something underneath it.
It was the Mr. Mickles doll.
He realized in that moment that Eden had probably heard he and Mary arguing, so she had gotten out of bed, pulled out the suitcase and took the doll out of it. She probably didn’t have enough time to hide it properly. But, it was more likely that she had been too tired to try so she had just put it under her pillow. He sighed inwardly and took his hand off the doll. He wrapped his arm around her tighter.
That feeling rose up again, against his will.
He savored it for a moment.
Then he pushed it back down.
Regretfully.
He was very proud of himself for managing to not stomp up the stairs. He was even prouder of himself for not slamming the bedroom door shut behind him. He did, however, clench and unclench his fists as he leaned against the door.
If Mary Devereaux died in a fire immediately, it wouldn’t be soon enough. That was Rhys’ opinion anyway. He sighed quietly and looked over at the bed where Eden was sleeping. Her long, black hair lay tangled on her pillow and he could see that the blanket was almost covering the rest of her head. A fierce sense of protectiveness and helplessness overwhelmed him. He hated not being able to do anything to help. Another feeling rose up, but he pushed it back down. He knew what it was, but he refused to think about it. Thinking about it would lead to him saying it out loud, and doing that would just cause problems. He went back to feeling helpless and worried. He hated feeling helpless and worried.
Pregnancy was not going well for Eden, and so she took frequent and long naps throughout the day. And when she wasn’t sleeping, she ate like she was starving, but then she would end up sick in the bathroom shortly after. She tried to hide it, but he was not a stupid man. But he also realized that at this point that she wasn’t only trying to hide her sickness from him, but more from her own mother.
Mary had been anything but supportive of Eden’s pregnancy. In fact, it seemed that she just pushed Eden harder.
‘Make sure that you keep yourself fit, Eden. Baby weight can be most unflattering and it will take ever so much longer to work it off.’
‘Remember, Eden, you must always look your best. I know you aren’t feeling well, but perhaps fixing your hair in a stylish manner and putting on some makeup will make you feel better?’
Then there was all the talk of publicly announcing the pregnancy. The way Mary was talking, she wanted to keep the identity of the father vague, ‘just in case.’ In fact, that was the latest thing that he and Mary were ‘discussing.’ He hated the fact that Mary was perfectly willing to accept that her daughter slept around and had extra-marital affairs because she simply did not want Rhys to be the father of her future grandchild. She refused to believe him when he would always correct her and say ‘grandchildren.’
He knew that Eden was carrying twins. Eden knew that she was carrying twins. The garbage can where they tossed the rest of the cheesecake was the only other witness to that crime. He vehemently hoped that both of his children had red hair and his nose, so then there would be absolutely no question of who the father was. He took a brief moment to imagine Mary’s face when she saw two red haired twins with his nose and he imagined his own gloating face. He frequently fantasized about that.
However, today, that fantasy didn’t make him feel any better, so his extreme dislike of Mary refused to fade into the background. He ran his hand over his hair, taking care not to mess his fauxhawk. However, there was something he could do that would make him feel whole lot better.
He quietly walked to one of the two closets in the bedroom and slid open the door. He scanned the contents, looking for the suitcases they had taken on their trip to Twikkii Island.
Just one little poke, he thought. Maybe I’ll make her a little sick. Or should I make her overheat? Oh! I know! I’ll make her want to make out with her husband. She obviously needs to relieve some of that tension. Just the thought made him grin slightly.
The suitcases weren’t in the first closet, so he looked in the other one. The closet looked slightly disordered, but he didn’t think about that when his eyes rested on what he was looking for. He quietly took one of the suitcases out and unzipped it. After a quiet yet thorough search, he realized that the Mr. Mickles doll wasn’t in it. He quietly pulled out the other one. As he was about to unzip it, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Eden was still sleeping.
He tried not to look startled when he saw her blue eyes wide open, looking back at him.
“It’s not in there,” she said.
“What’s not in where?” he tried to ask innocently.
“You can’t use the Mr. Mickles doll on my mother, Rhys.”
“How do you do that? How do you know what I want to do?”
“Rhys, you look for it every time you get into an argument with her.”
“Oh, come on! Just one little poke. I’m not going to kill her or anything, I swear.”
“No.”
He sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he said. He put away the suitcase and shut the closet door. He then decided to try a different tactic. He walked over to Eden with a winning smile and reached out to hold her hand. “You want me to be happy, right Ede?”
“Yes. You know I do,” she replied. He could see traces of a smile playing about her lips, but he continued on.
“Well, you know what would make me really happy?”
“A kiss?”
He blinked and then grinned. “Well, yeah, a kiss would make me happy.” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “But do you know what would make me really, really happy?”
She was smiling when she asked, “What?”
“Being able to use the Mr. Mickles doll just once on your mother. Just one little poke and I’ll drop the subject.”
“No. Now, do you know what would make me really happy?”
He squeezed her hand gently. “What?”
“Cuddling with you for a little bit before I go back to sleep. I’m still really tired.”
“I can do that,” he said. He gently climbed into the bed and snuggled up behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. He then gently brushed her hair off her neck and kissed it. “How’s that?” he whispered in her ear.
“It’s perfect,” she mumbled, her voice sounding sleepy. He smiled slightly and shifted to make himself comfortable. As he slid his arm under her pillow, he felt something underneath it.
It was the Mr. Mickles doll.
He realized in that moment that Eden had probably heard he and Mary arguing, so she had gotten out of bed, pulled out the suitcase and took the doll out of it. She probably didn’t have enough time to hide it properly. But, it was more likely that she had been too tired to try so she had just put it under her pillow. He sighed inwardly and took his hand off the doll. He wrapped his arm around her tighter.
That feeling rose up again, against his will.
He savored it for a moment.
Then he pushed it back down.
Regretfully.