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The Whole Truth
Peanut Butter 5. Wood
Grape #15 [The whole truth]
Malt [Back to School Challenge Rewards: 17 : Geena, Juliet : This one will kill you]
Gummy Bunny. OrigFic Bingo: authority figures
rating: PG words: 1706 notes: starting the That time Juliet went to see Daisy arc with this little piece. I have great plans for this arc. Also, sorry for reading absense: will catch up asap: I am in school again and a crazy lot of work has suddenly appeared :s
Juliet huffed at the heat as she stepped out of the well air conditioned car, though she noted the heat was a lot drier than the thick heavy humidity of New York that the young freshman still needed to get acclimatized to. Daisy grinned at her friend as they walked towards the garage which stood, whitewash peeling in the heat, in front of them.
“The front door’s only for important visitors.” Daisy explained as she punched a code into the keypad on the left side of the thick stone wall which seemed to radiate heat. They waited for a second until the garage had opened enough for them to slip under it, into the welcoming shade, though not before Juliet noted the temperature the small screen on the keypad boasted: 96o.
Enjoying the cool garage, which smelled slightly like damp wood and car exhaust fumes, Juliet raised an eyebrow at her best friend. “You promised that North Carolina doesn’t get hot. And that it rains all the times.”
Daisy glanced back at the young brunette in astonishment. “Firstly: I doesn’t get much over 80o in the summer. Usually anyway. So I think you know that you only have yourself to blame.” Daisy explained as she walked between two cars. “And secondly: I said it rains in winter. I was complaining about the lack of snow. Do you ever listen?” She said the last question in mock annoyance, throwing her hands up to emphasise her point as she reached the door which was obviously the back entrance to the house.
“No.” Juliet admitted with a teasing grin. “It’s taken you a year to realise it though, so I have high hopes that it will take you longer to understand it.” Daisy couldn’t think of a witty response to this, and settled for sticking her tongue out at her new guest as they entered the dark basement with a clatter.
“Mom!? Dad?” Daisy called up the stairs as she stomped up the wooden stairs, which lead to a spacious white kitchen. Juliet noted the breakfast dishes which were still lined up at the edge of the sink.
“In the living room.” The answer was spoken in a moderate tone which betrayed a patient and understanding woman of whom Juliet had already had an accurate image in her head.
Daisy didn’t pay the kitchen much attention though, carefully walking through the hall into the living room, where a woman sat patiently, watching the two toddlers playing in the playpen. The woman was quiet short, which short brown hair and large brown eyes. She smiled when she saw Daisy and quickly stood up.
“Welcome home, Darling.” She grinned, fiercly embracing Daisy. “How was your ride here?”
“Long.” Daisy admitted, letting go of her step mother. “And I am starving.”
“I’ll prepare you something to eat.” Geena promised before turning to Juliet with an amused smile. “My daughter doesn’t seem to see the need for introductions, so I think it looks like we’ll have to do it ourselves.” Juliet grinned at that and stuck out her hand.
“I’m Juliet Pollock.” Geena laughed.
“I’m sorry to have to impose on your European reserve, my darling, but here we hug people.” She explained, pulling Juliet into an impromptu embrace. “I’m Geena, Daisy’s step-mother.”
“It’s lovely to meet you at last.” Juliet told the shorted woman as she awkwardly hugged Geena back, receiving a sheepish grin from Daisy over Geena’s shoulder.
“And you too. Daisy won’t shut-up about you.” Geena grinned happily looking between the two women. Daisy leaned over the playpen to grin at the toddlers.
“Well hello, you two!” She cooed as she registered their aunt. “Are you babysitting for Fiona again?” She asked her step-mother without looking up from the two twins as she cheered at her presence. One of them stuck up his hand to touch her.
“Yeah, she’s still a little overwhelmed.” Geena acknowledged, watching Daisy pick Christopher up. Benjamin coughed in protest as Christopher gurgled at his aunt.
“Come here, Juliet.” Daisy ordered, passing Juliet her little nephew without questioning. The younger woman looked at the little boy in surprise as he giggled. He stuck out a pudgy hand to grab her nose, which fascinated him. Daisy, who was now holding Benjamin, laughed at that.
“He likes you.” She told Juliet with a grin, bouncing Benjamin up on her own hip. “These are my oldest brother Frank’s twins.” She explained. “They have more hair than when I saw them last.”
“How old are they?” Juliet asked as the curious infant tried to pull her hair. Geena clucked at the boy and with a light “no, Chris, darling” she untangled his small fingers from Juliet’s hair.
“Seven months?” Daisy turned to Geena, phrasing the statement as a question.
“Six.” Geena corrected. “They were born in January, just like their little troublesome aunt.” Geena cooed as she kissed Benjamin on the cheek. “Come on, if you two hold the babies then I can make you something to eat in the kitchen.”
“Thank God!” Daisy called, following her step-mother into the kitchen. “You won’t believe this; Juliet’s vegetarianism makes it okay for her to bar me having even a salad at McDonalds.”
Geena turned from the fridge with a smirk as Daisy made herself comfortable on the stools, adjusting her nephew on her lap and indicating for Juliet to do the same. “Why is that?” She asked, with a slight smile on her lips.
“It’s just because…” Juliet began, ready to defend her beliefs.
“Because Juliet wants to save the world, and this includes some farmers in Brazil who are being treated unfairly.” Daisy interrupted. “I think.” She quickly added under an icy stare from Juliet.
“That’s not why.” Juliet corrected, her icy stare broken by the little infant on her lap who didn’t understand that Juliet needed about ten seconds to make her death stare effective. He poked her in the cheek, demanding all her attention as he giggled.
“So is!” Daisy protested, jumping her own infant upside down. “And if not exactly, the saving the world part is pretty much the gist of it.”
Juliet rolled her eyes. “Despite the fact that I didn’t let you go to McDonalds, you still went and got yourself some ethically uncertain donuts from Dunkin Donuts.” Juliet pointed out.
“Ethically uncertain?” Daisy repeated, sighing at the phrase. “I’m pretty sure those donuts weren’t considering homicide any time soon, and even if they were, I ate them, so they can’t commit any crimes anymore. Baaaaaad donuts.” The last phrase was addressed to the little boy as she pulled a face, making the boy giggle.
Juliet rolled her eyes and addressed her infant. “You know what I mean, don’t you, Benjamin?”
“You’re talking to Christopher.” Geena corrected her with an affectionate smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Juliet apologised to the infant. “You’re Christopher. And don’t you ever forget that, boy.” In reply, the little boy tried to grab her nose again. “They’re so cute.” Juliet sighed, glancing up at Geena.
“Do you have any siblings?” The older woman asked as she cut open some bagles.
“Yes; an older brother and a younger sister. I should really encourage my brother to start pro-creating: he loves babies.” She mused aloud, glancing at Daisy with a grin as Daisy snorted.
“David likes babies?” Daisy sounded surprised. Albeit she’d only met Juliet’s brother for dinner; he’d visited the Big Apple with the joint purpose of visiting his sister and exploring the city, but Daisy had found him nice, if a little athletic and arrogant.
“He’s secretly a softy.” Juliet admitted.
“It’s the same with Frank Jr.” Geena agreed with a knowing smile as she prepared some tomatoes for a salad. “Some men you’d never expect to make good fathers end up being the best. I always had Frank Jr. pegged for the Tough Love type and next thing I know he’s spoiling his sons rotten.”
“I bet he is.” Daisy told the little toddler on her lap. “You guys are just so cute you can’t help but spoil you rotten.”
“Fiona seems to be coping.” Geena started washing the green leaves for the salad carefully. Daisy looked up quizzically.
“Coping?” She asked carefully.
“The doctor’s diagnosed her with some postnatal depression, but she’s refusing to take anything for it; says that it would disrupt her breast feeding or something. Anyway, she just looks a little exhausted. Your first child isn’t easy, especially when it’s still an infant, but boys are especially loud and then the fact that there’s two of them…” Geena trailed off with a sigh, laying the leaves carefully on two separate plates. “And then she’s just so young…”
“She’ll survive.” Daisy said with a sigh.
“How old is she?” Juliet asked, looking back down at the little boy clutching her fist.
“Fiona?” Daisy sighed. “She was in my year in High School. Before she dropped out, anyway.”
“She’s four years younger than Frank.” Geena explained. “They got married last year, when Daisy was still in the army.”
“Yeah, I missed the ceremony.” Daisy pursed her lips at the thought.
“Not that there was much of a ceremony.” Geena added. “They got married in city hall, darling.”
“I don’t care.” Daisy snapped. “I’m his sister, which gives me the cardinal right to be annoyed with him until his death bed about that. I mean, I was gone less than two months and he had to get married in that period?” Daisy huffed, though Juliet could tell that she wasn’t really as angry as she acted. Geena knew this too, it seemed.
“Stop acting, Daisy.” She cautioned and put a plate of food in front of Daisy, piled high with salads and a bagel. She placed the same food, though in a smaller portion in front of Juliet, who nodded gratefully.
“Can you hold Ben now, so that I can eat properly?” Daisy asked, her forked pushed out of her hand by the infant who wanted all his aunt’s attention.
“Sure.” Geena smiled fondly, taking the child so that her step-daughter could artfully begin shovelling the food in her mouth.
Peanut Butter 5. Wood
Grape #15 [The whole truth]
Malt [Back to School Challenge Rewards: 17 : Geena, Juliet : This one will kill you]
Gummy Bunny. OrigFic Bingo: authority figures
rating: PG words: 1706 notes: starting the That time Juliet went to see Daisy arc with this little piece. I have great plans for this arc. Also, sorry for reading absense: will catch up asap: I am in school again and a crazy lot of work has suddenly appeared :s
Juliet huffed at the heat as she stepped out of the well air conditioned car, though she noted the heat was a lot drier than the thick heavy humidity of New York that the young freshman still needed to get acclimatized to. Daisy grinned at her friend as they walked towards the garage which stood, whitewash peeling in the heat, in front of them.
“The front door’s only for important visitors.” Daisy explained as she punched a code into the keypad on the left side of the thick stone wall which seemed to radiate heat. They waited for a second until the garage had opened enough for them to slip under it, into the welcoming shade, though not before Juliet noted the temperature the small screen on the keypad boasted: 96o.
Enjoying the cool garage, which smelled slightly like damp wood and car exhaust fumes, Juliet raised an eyebrow at her best friend. “You promised that North Carolina doesn’t get hot. And that it rains all the times.”
Daisy glanced back at the young brunette in astonishment. “Firstly: I doesn’t get much over 80o in the summer. Usually anyway. So I think you know that you only have yourself to blame.” Daisy explained as she walked between two cars. “And secondly: I said it rains in winter. I was complaining about the lack of snow. Do you ever listen?” She said the last question in mock annoyance, throwing her hands up to emphasise her point as she reached the door which was obviously the back entrance to the house.
“No.” Juliet admitted with a teasing grin. “It’s taken you a year to realise it though, so I have high hopes that it will take you longer to understand it.” Daisy couldn’t think of a witty response to this, and settled for sticking her tongue out at her new guest as they entered the dark basement with a clatter.
“Mom!? Dad?” Daisy called up the stairs as she stomped up the wooden stairs, which lead to a spacious white kitchen. Juliet noted the breakfast dishes which were still lined up at the edge of the sink.
“In the living room.” The answer was spoken in a moderate tone which betrayed a patient and understanding woman of whom Juliet had already had an accurate image in her head.
Daisy didn’t pay the kitchen much attention though, carefully walking through the hall into the living room, where a woman sat patiently, watching the two toddlers playing in the playpen. The woman was quiet short, which short brown hair and large brown eyes. She smiled when she saw Daisy and quickly stood up.
“Welcome home, Darling.” She grinned, fiercly embracing Daisy. “How was your ride here?”
“Long.” Daisy admitted, letting go of her step mother. “And I am starving.”
“I’ll prepare you something to eat.” Geena promised before turning to Juliet with an amused smile. “My daughter doesn’t seem to see the need for introductions, so I think it looks like we’ll have to do it ourselves.” Juliet grinned at that and stuck out her hand.
“I’m Juliet Pollock.” Geena laughed.
“I’m sorry to have to impose on your European reserve, my darling, but here we hug people.” She explained, pulling Juliet into an impromptu embrace. “I’m Geena, Daisy’s step-mother.”
“It’s lovely to meet you at last.” Juliet told the shorted woman as she awkwardly hugged Geena back, receiving a sheepish grin from Daisy over Geena’s shoulder.
“And you too. Daisy won’t shut-up about you.” Geena grinned happily looking between the two women. Daisy leaned over the playpen to grin at the toddlers.
“Well hello, you two!” She cooed as she registered their aunt. “Are you babysitting for Fiona again?” She asked her step-mother without looking up from the two twins as she cheered at her presence. One of them stuck up his hand to touch her.
“Yeah, she’s still a little overwhelmed.” Geena acknowledged, watching Daisy pick Christopher up. Benjamin coughed in protest as Christopher gurgled at his aunt.
“Come here, Juliet.” Daisy ordered, passing Juliet her little nephew without questioning. The younger woman looked at the little boy in surprise as he giggled. He stuck out a pudgy hand to grab her nose, which fascinated him. Daisy, who was now holding Benjamin, laughed at that.
“He likes you.” She told Juliet with a grin, bouncing Benjamin up on her own hip. “These are my oldest brother Frank’s twins.” She explained. “They have more hair than when I saw them last.”
“How old are they?” Juliet asked as the curious infant tried to pull her hair. Geena clucked at the boy and with a light “no, Chris, darling” she untangled his small fingers from Juliet’s hair.
“Seven months?” Daisy turned to Geena, phrasing the statement as a question.
“Six.” Geena corrected. “They were born in January, just like their little troublesome aunt.” Geena cooed as she kissed Benjamin on the cheek. “Come on, if you two hold the babies then I can make you something to eat in the kitchen.”
“Thank God!” Daisy called, following her step-mother into the kitchen. “You won’t believe this; Juliet’s vegetarianism makes it okay for her to bar me having even a salad at McDonalds.”
Geena turned from the fridge with a smirk as Daisy made herself comfortable on the stools, adjusting her nephew on her lap and indicating for Juliet to do the same. “Why is that?” She asked, with a slight smile on her lips.
“It’s just because…” Juliet began, ready to defend her beliefs.
“Because Juliet wants to save the world, and this includes some farmers in Brazil who are being treated unfairly.” Daisy interrupted. “I think.” She quickly added under an icy stare from Juliet.
“That’s not why.” Juliet corrected, her icy stare broken by the little infant on her lap who didn’t understand that Juliet needed about ten seconds to make her death stare effective. He poked her in the cheek, demanding all her attention as he giggled.
“So is!” Daisy protested, jumping her own infant upside down. “And if not exactly, the saving the world part is pretty much the gist of it.”
Juliet rolled her eyes. “Despite the fact that I didn’t let you go to McDonalds, you still went and got yourself some ethically uncertain donuts from Dunkin Donuts.” Juliet pointed out.
“Ethically uncertain?” Daisy repeated, sighing at the phrase. “I’m pretty sure those donuts weren’t considering homicide any time soon, and even if they were, I ate them, so they can’t commit any crimes anymore. Baaaaaad donuts.” The last phrase was addressed to the little boy as she pulled a face, making the boy giggle.
Juliet rolled her eyes and addressed her infant. “You know what I mean, don’t you, Benjamin?”
“You’re talking to Christopher.” Geena corrected her with an affectionate smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Juliet apologised to the infant. “You’re Christopher. And don’t you ever forget that, boy.” In reply, the little boy tried to grab her nose again. “They’re so cute.” Juliet sighed, glancing up at Geena.
“Do you have any siblings?” The older woman asked as she cut open some bagles.
“Yes; an older brother and a younger sister. I should really encourage my brother to start pro-creating: he loves babies.” She mused aloud, glancing at Daisy with a grin as Daisy snorted.
“David likes babies?” Daisy sounded surprised. Albeit she’d only met Juliet’s brother for dinner; he’d visited the Big Apple with the joint purpose of visiting his sister and exploring the city, but Daisy had found him nice, if a little athletic and arrogant.
“He’s secretly a softy.” Juliet admitted.
“It’s the same with Frank Jr.” Geena agreed with a knowing smile as she prepared some tomatoes for a salad. “Some men you’d never expect to make good fathers end up being the best. I always had Frank Jr. pegged for the Tough Love type and next thing I know he’s spoiling his sons rotten.”
“I bet he is.” Daisy told the little toddler on her lap. “You guys are just so cute you can’t help but spoil you rotten.”
“Fiona seems to be coping.” Geena started washing the green leaves for the salad carefully. Daisy looked up quizzically.
“Coping?” She asked carefully.
“The doctor’s diagnosed her with some postnatal depression, but she’s refusing to take anything for it; says that it would disrupt her breast feeding or something. Anyway, she just looks a little exhausted. Your first child isn’t easy, especially when it’s still an infant, but boys are especially loud and then the fact that there’s two of them…” Geena trailed off with a sigh, laying the leaves carefully on two separate plates. “And then she’s just so young…”
“She’ll survive.” Daisy said with a sigh.
“How old is she?” Juliet asked, looking back down at the little boy clutching her fist.
“Fiona?” Daisy sighed. “She was in my year in High School. Before she dropped out, anyway.”
“She’s four years younger than Frank.” Geena explained. “They got married last year, when Daisy was still in the army.”
“Yeah, I missed the ceremony.” Daisy pursed her lips at the thought.
“Not that there was much of a ceremony.” Geena added. “They got married in city hall, darling.”
“I don’t care.” Daisy snapped. “I’m his sister, which gives me the cardinal right to be annoyed with him until his death bed about that. I mean, I was gone less than two months and he had to get married in that period?” Daisy huffed, though Juliet could tell that she wasn’t really as angry as she acted. Geena knew this too, it seemed.
“Stop acting, Daisy.” She cautioned and put a plate of food in front of Daisy, piled high with salads and a bagel. She placed the same food, though in a smaller portion in front of Juliet, who nodded gratefully.
“Can you hold Ben now, so that I can eat properly?” Daisy asked, her forked pushed out of her hand by the infant who wanted all his aunt’s attention.
“Sure.” Geena smiled fondly, taking the child so that her step-daughter could artfully begin shovelling the food in her mouth.