Chapter 31 of "A Sort of Homecoming" - Part One
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Let's see if I have finaly learned how to use cut tags.
Chapter 31, Part One - because apparently it's too large for one post.
Rating: R for language. Sorry, the good stuff has to wait until next time.
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Thursday, 5:00 p.m.
Reyes Residence
Williamsburg, VA
Olivia glared down at her itching abdomen in frustration. When Alex helped her remove the bandages that morning before leaving for work, they had both been pleased to discover that Olivia’s scar wasn’t nearly as big as they had been prepared to see. When Olivia made a face, Alex tried, unsuccessfully, to convince her that the scar made her look tough.
“I haven’t had a shower for a week,” Olivia moaned as Alex got her things together for work. “You sure you want me to meet your friends smelling like a fish market in the middle of July?”
“You don’t stink,” Alex insisted for the third time that morning. “If you smelled half as bad as you keep insisting you do, I wouldn’t be sleeping next to you every night.”
Olivia smirked. How could she argue with that winning point? “Doesn’t mean I won’t require your assistance in the bathtub as soon as you get home from work…”
“A half-bath it is,” Alex promised, kissing her goodbye reminding her that Antonio had made arrangements to ride the bus home with Angie and come over at dinner time with the Hendrixes. This would give them time to get ready for dinner - Alex had a meal to prepare and a detective to bathe.
Now, at 5:00, Olivia was feeling restless and impatient as she waited for Alex to return home. Home, home to me… The thought brought her the first smile of the day. Three days of sitting on the couch alone for hours were taking their toll.
She itched and she ached.
Lying still hurt, and moving hurt even more.
She was bored, and there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do about it.
The telephone rang, and Olivia realized that she didn’t care if it was only the cable company with another hot new offer - she was so desperately craving an actual conversation with another human being to the point that she practically jumped off the sofa to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Hey, Baby.”
“Alex!” Olivia smiled at the sound of her lover’s voice. “Thank God you called.”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m just so bored that I’ve found where your carpet pattern repeats.”
“Olivia.”
“It’s right by the stairs, you can see-”
“I believe you,” Alex laughed into the phone. “I just think there are probably more productive ways for you to spend your time.
“Like what?” Olivia muttered. “I’ve already figured out the plot lines on all of the ABC soaps and memorized Oprah’s Favorite Things.”
“My Liv isn’t taking to the role of domesticated convalescent,” Alex observed drily as she navigated traffic.
“Is my Alex actually surprised?” Olivia smirked.
“I’ll be home a few minutes later than I thought…” Alex said.
“Noooooooo….” Olivia whined. Was she actually going to have to wait even longer for something to happen? Alex walking through the door with a smile and a kiss was the absolute highlight of her day.
“I need to go to the grocery store,” Alex countered. “I realized today that I’m out of olive oil, and I can’t do the veggies-”
“Take me with you,” Olivia suggested.
“I think that’s a little too much for you right now,” Alex replied.
“You can wheel me around…”
“Honey…”
“What?” Olivia sighed. “Fine, fine. Picking me up and carting my broken ass around the store is gonna add a half hour, and you don’t have time…”
“Warm the oven up for me?” Alex asked, trying to invent ways for Olivia to feel helpful. She knew that Olivia would appreciate the task, and that it might occupy her for fifteen minutes. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Anything I can get for you at the market?”
“Hard liquor. Lots of it.”
“Liv.”
Olivia smiled. Alex was so easily rattled. “I’m okay,” she promised. “I’ll see you when you get home.”
She placed the telephone back on the table and steadied her gaze on the stove. “You’re mine,” she growled.
Let's see if I have finaly learned how to use cut tags.
Chapter 31, Part One - because apparently it's too large for one post.
Rating: R for language. Sorry, the good stuff has to wait until next time.
-60-
Thursday, 5:00 p.m.
Reyes Residence
Williamsburg, VA
Olivia glared down at her itching abdomen in frustration. When Alex helped her remove the bandages that morning before leaving for work, they had both been pleased to discover that Olivia’s scar wasn’t nearly as big as they had been prepared to see. When Olivia made a face, Alex tried, unsuccessfully, to convince her that the scar made her look tough.
“I haven’t had a shower for a week,” Olivia moaned as Alex got her things together for work. “You sure you want me to meet your friends smelling like a fish market in the middle of July?”
“You don’t stink,” Alex insisted for the third time that morning. “If you smelled half as bad as you keep insisting you do, I wouldn’t be sleeping next to you every night.”
Olivia smirked. How could she argue with that winning point? “Doesn’t mean I won’t require your assistance in the bathtub as soon as you get home from work…”
“A half-bath it is,” Alex promised, kissing her goodbye reminding her that Antonio had made arrangements to ride the bus home with Angie and come over at dinner time with the Hendrixes. This would give them time to get ready for dinner - Alex had a meal to prepare and a detective to bathe.
Now, at 5:00, Olivia was feeling restless and impatient as she waited for Alex to return home. Home, home to me… The thought brought her the first smile of the day. Three days of sitting on the couch alone for hours were taking their toll.
She itched and she ached.
Lying still hurt, and moving hurt even more.
She was bored, and there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do about it.
The telephone rang, and Olivia realized that she didn’t care if it was only the cable company with another hot new offer - she was so desperately craving an actual conversation with another human being to the point that she practically jumped off the sofa to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Hey, Baby.”
“Alex!” Olivia smiled at the sound of her lover’s voice. “Thank God you called.”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m just so bored that I’ve found where your carpet pattern repeats.”
“Olivia.”
“It’s right by the stairs, you can see-”
“I believe you,” Alex laughed into the phone. “I just think there are probably more productive ways for you to spend your time.
“Like what?” Olivia muttered. “I’ve already figured out the plot lines on all of the ABC soaps and memorized Oprah’s Favorite Things.”
“My Liv isn’t taking to the role of domesticated convalescent,” Alex observed drily as she navigated traffic.
“Is my Alex actually surprised?” Olivia smirked.
“I’ll be home a few minutes later than I thought…” Alex said.
“Noooooooo….” Olivia whined. Was she actually going to have to wait even longer for something to happen? Alex walking through the door with a smile and a kiss was the absolute highlight of her day.
“I need to go to the grocery store,” Alex countered. “I realized today that I’m out of olive oil, and I can’t do the veggies-”
“Take me with you,” Olivia suggested.
“I think that’s a little too much for you right now,” Alex replied.
“You can wheel me around…”
“Honey…”
“What?” Olivia sighed. “Fine, fine. Picking me up and carting my broken ass around the store is gonna add a half hour, and you don’t have time…”
“Warm the oven up for me?” Alex asked, trying to invent ways for Olivia to feel helpful. She knew that Olivia would appreciate the task, and that it might occupy her for fifteen minutes. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Anything I can get for you at the market?”
“Hard liquor. Lots of it.”
“Liv.”
Olivia smiled. Alex was so easily rattled. “I’m okay,” she promised. “I’ll see you when you get home.”
She placed the telephone back on the table and steadied her gaze on the stove. “You’re mine,” she growled.