Fic: A Life Less Ordinary 6/? (Lita) PG
Title: A Life Less Ordinary
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?, Chris Daniels, Linda
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy is working, but maybe it's not enough.
Notes: I am so happy to get the next chapter of this fic up and I hope you all like it.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Previous Chapters
“Mommy can I go out and play?” Lia asked as she followed her mother around the inn, a feather duster held lightly in her fingertips as she began helping her mother, humming softly.
Amy laughed softly, shaking her head, her red hair falling down around her face. “No baby, not right now.”
“But why not?” Lia questioned only a moment later, a sneeze punctuating her words as she managed to stir up dust rather than sweep it away.
Handing her daughter a Kleenex Amy shook her head, chuckling softly again and was amazed at how daintily the little girl took it and blew her nose before pocketing it. The little girl wonder, as she thought of her fondly, was growing up far too fast.
It was just too bad Randy was missing it. He didn’t know what a marvel he was missing out on.
“Because mommy is working right now,” Amy told her as she tucked a piece of hair behind her daughter’s ear then kissed the top of her head. “You know this, pretty soon you’ll be able to go to Linda’s office and colour.”
Lia nodded, following her mom around the room as she made sure the curtains were clean and then switched the linens. “Mommy how come you work as a maid?” she asked.
Amy sighed softly, “because we need the money baby.”
“Why do we need the money?” Lia asked her.
Amy rubbed her forehead, sighing once again, a heavier sigh this time. “Because you’re growing baby, and you need new clothes,” she was beginning to find that as her daughter aged honesty was usually the best policy because the five year old could seriously smell a lie or something.
“Oh well that’s easy,” Lia told her mom, bobbing her head in a nod.
Amy had to smile, “oh? You’ve got a solution?”
Lia nodded her head with a big, proud smile on her face. “I’ll just stop growing.”
Amy pulled her daughter close, hugging her with one arm as she prepared the windows for cleaning with the other, stroking her hair and leaning down to kiss the top of her head affectionately.
“If that works out you let me know, okay?” she laughed, tweaking her daughter’s cheek before going back to her work.
~
“Excuse me sir,” Lia said, standing at the counter of the diner, hardly able to peer over the top of it she was so tiny.
Chris turned and looked at the girl, surprise showing in his face. “Yes?” he asked, leaning on the counter, looking down at her with a solemn expression on his face.
“May I please have some coffee?” Lia asked him, smiling sweetly, her red hair hanging over one sparkling eye.
“Coffee?” Chris laughed softly. “You’re a little young for that aren’t you? And where’s your mother?”
“Yes coffee,” Lia nodded her head. “And I’m 5 and a half.”
Chris nodded his head, “Your mom is where?”
“At work,” Lia told him, bobbing her head again and smiling brightly at him. “So may I have some coffee? My mom really likes your coffee, she says it’s the best in town and I want to try some.”
Linda entered the diner a moment later, looking frazzled. “Lia you shouldn’t wander off like that, you’re lucky Melina saw you coming this way or I would never be able to find you, you know you’re not supposed to go off on your own,” she picked up the little girl and smiled warmly at Chris.
“Good morning Linda,” he said in a gruff tone, affection in his eyes for the older woman, after all she had helped him convert the diner into what it was today. “Can I get you anything?”
“Yes, please, a tea,” Linda sat down. “Did you want anything honey?” she asked Lia.
“Coffee,” Lia told her, smiling.
Linda laughed, shaking her head in pure amusement. “I don’t think so young lady, a chocolate milk for her please Chris.”
Chris nodded and went about getting their drinks, sitting them down. “I thought you didn’t have anymore grandchildren Linda.”
“Oh no, she’s not my granddaughter, although she might as well be, she’s the daughter of one of my employees, I’m watching her for the afternoon, not that it’s any trouble of course,” Linda responded, putting Lia down on her own stool. “She’s a good kid.”
Lia beamed, sticking a straw into the chocolate milk she began drinking it.
“She asked very politely for the coffee,” Chris acknowledged, grumbling slightly, as he didn’t really like children all that much. They usually had sticky hands and knocked things over and generally were very annoying.
“Why do you want coffee?” Linda asked Lia, sounding amused, both at Chris’ attitude and the request for coffee.
“I want to stunt my growth,” Lia nodded her head, smiling brightly as she did so.
Chris looked puzzled and leaned on the counter, intrigued by this child in spite of himself, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Why do you want to do that? Would you like to be short forever?”
“Not forever,” Lia said in an exasperated voice. “Just until my mom can make more money, she said she needs to work more to buy me clothes, and I told her I would just stop growing that way we could spend more time together, and play outside. Besides, coffee is delicious, don’t you know?”
Linda made a soft noise and when Chris looked at her he was surprised to see a faint look of sorrow on her face.
Chris himself knew, how much money could weigh on a child’s mind, how much a parent’s need for it could affect things. His own father had suffered, had to sell their house and almost lost his business in order to keep their lives afloat after his mother died, and Chris had found himself, in his teenage years trying to help in any way he knew how.
“I don’t think she would want you to do that Lia,” Chris told the little girl. “I’m sure your mom wants you to grow up big and strong, into a beautiful young woman.”
Lia smiled, “you really think I’ll be pretty?” she asked him, a look of radiance on her face.
She seemed so familiar, but Chris couldn’t put his finger on it. “You are already pretty Lia, you’re gonna be a real heartbreaker one day.”
Lia giggled and smiled at him wider, “Thank you Mister.”
“Call me Chris,” he told her, and wondered at himself, because he didn’t normally acknowledge children, much less feel bonded with one like he was with her. “Tea and milk are on the house,” he told the two of them before he turned to walk away.
He couldn’t help but smile at the words he heard next, fall from the child’s mouth.
“Linda, why would he put tea and milk on a house?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?, Chris Daniels, Linda
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy is working, but maybe it's not enough.
Notes: I am so happy to get the next chapter of this fic up and I hope you all like it.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Previous Chapters
“Mommy can I go out and play?” Lia asked as she followed her mother around the inn, a feather duster held lightly in her fingertips as she began helping her mother, humming softly.
Amy laughed softly, shaking her head, her red hair falling down around her face. “No baby, not right now.”
“But why not?” Lia questioned only a moment later, a sneeze punctuating her words as she managed to stir up dust rather than sweep it away.
Handing her daughter a Kleenex Amy shook her head, chuckling softly again and was amazed at how daintily the little girl took it and blew her nose before pocketing it. The little girl wonder, as she thought of her fondly, was growing up far too fast.
It was just too bad Randy was missing it. He didn’t know what a marvel he was missing out on.
“Because mommy is working right now,” Amy told her as she tucked a piece of hair behind her daughter’s ear then kissed the top of her head. “You know this, pretty soon you’ll be able to go to Linda’s office and colour.”
Lia nodded, following her mom around the room as she made sure the curtains were clean and then switched the linens. “Mommy how come you work as a maid?” she asked.
Amy sighed softly, “because we need the money baby.”
“Why do we need the money?” Lia asked her.
Amy rubbed her forehead, sighing once again, a heavier sigh this time. “Because you’re growing baby, and you need new clothes,” she was beginning to find that as her daughter aged honesty was usually the best policy because the five year old could seriously smell a lie or something.
“Oh well that’s easy,” Lia told her mom, bobbing her head in a nod.
Amy had to smile, “oh? You’ve got a solution?”
Lia nodded her head with a big, proud smile on her face. “I’ll just stop growing.”
Amy pulled her daughter close, hugging her with one arm as she prepared the windows for cleaning with the other, stroking her hair and leaning down to kiss the top of her head affectionately.
“If that works out you let me know, okay?” she laughed, tweaking her daughter’s cheek before going back to her work.
~
“Excuse me sir,” Lia said, standing at the counter of the diner, hardly able to peer over the top of it she was so tiny.
Chris turned and looked at the girl, surprise showing in his face. “Yes?” he asked, leaning on the counter, looking down at her with a solemn expression on his face.
“May I please have some coffee?” Lia asked him, smiling sweetly, her red hair hanging over one sparkling eye.
“Coffee?” Chris laughed softly. “You’re a little young for that aren’t you? And where’s your mother?”
“Yes coffee,” Lia nodded her head. “And I’m 5 and a half.”
Chris nodded his head, “Your mom is where?”
“At work,” Lia told him, bobbing her head again and smiling brightly at him. “So may I have some coffee? My mom really likes your coffee, she says it’s the best in town and I want to try some.”
Linda entered the diner a moment later, looking frazzled. “Lia you shouldn’t wander off like that, you’re lucky Melina saw you coming this way or I would never be able to find you, you know you’re not supposed to go off on your own,” she picked up the little girl and smiled warmly at Chris.
“Good morning Linda,” he said in a gruff tone, affection in his eyes for the older woman, after all she had helped him convert the diner into what it was today. “Can I get you anything?”
“Yes, please, a tea,” Linda sat down. “Did you want anything honey?” she asked Lia.
“Coffee,” Lia told her, smiling.
Linda laughed, shaking her head in pure amusement. “I don’t think so young lady, a chocolate milk for her please Chris.”
Chris nodded and went about getting their drinks, sitting them down. “I thought you didn’t have anymore grandchildren Linda.”
“Oh no, she’s not my granddaughter, although she might as well be, she’s the daughter of one of my employees, I’m watching her for the afternoon, not that it’s any trouble of course,” Linda responded, putting Lia down on her own stool. “She’s a good kid.”
Lia beamed, sticking a straw into the chocolate milk she began drinking it.
“She asked very politely for the coffee,” Chris acknowledged, grumbling slightly, as he didn’t really like children all that much. They usually had sticky hands and knocked things over and generally were very annoying.
“Why do you want coffee?” Linda asked Lia, sounding amused, both at Chris’ attitude and the request for coffee.
“I want to stunt my growth,” Lia nodded her head, smiling brightly as she did so.
Chris looked puzzled and leaned on the counter, intrigued by this child in spite of himself, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Why do you want to do that? Would you like to be short forever?”
“Not forever,” Lia said in an exasperated voice. “Just until my mom can make more money, she said she needs to work more to buy me clothes, and I told her I would just stop growing that way we could spend more time together, and play outside. Besides, coffee is delicious, don’t you know?”
Linda made a soft noise and when Chris looked at her he was surprised to see a faint look of sorrow on her face.
Chris himself knew, how much money could weigh on a child’s mind, how much a parent’s need for it could affect things. His own father had suffered, had to sell their house and almost lost his business in order to keep their lives afloat after his mother died, and Chris had found himself, in his teenage years trying to help in any way he knew how.
“I don’t think she would want you to do that Lia,” Chris told the little girl. “I’m sure your mom wants you to grow up big and strong, into a beautiful young woman.”
Lia smiled, “you really think I’ll be pretty?” she asked him, a look of radiance on her face.
She seemed so familiar, but Chris couldn’t put his finger on it. “You are already pretty Lia, you’re gonna be a real heartbreaker one day.”
Lia giggled and smiled at him wider, “Thank you Mister.”
“Call me Chris,” he told her, and wondered at himself, because he didn’t normally acknowledge children, much less feel bonded with one like he was with her. “Tea and milk are on the house,” he told the two of them before he turned to walk away.
He couldn’t help but smile at the words he heard next, fall from the child’s mouth.
“Linda, why would he put tea and milk on a house?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.