Sordid Affairs 28/?
Title: Sordid Affairs
Author: outuendo_11
Rating: PG-13
Show: Guiding Light
Pairing: Spolfe, Mactalia
Spoilers: um...no.
Summary: Olivia and Natalia struggle to make their relationship work with Rafe at home and Olivia finds a confidant in Doris Wolfe.
A/N: If you're behind you can go here> http://outuendo-11.livejournal.com/8164.html and I've posted links to all the other chapters. :)
A/N: Sorry it's taking me forever to post. I think I might be posting every other day, so you'll get some more on Friday? Sound good? I need to write write write!!! We have a lot more to go and I think all 10 of my wonderful followers for being so awesome...;)...mkay I know I have more than 10. Prove me wrong...I wanna see who is still reading!!! Thanks for all the comments though, they're really awesome! They keep me motivated to continue spinning this crazy story...it might never end!!! But it needs to...hahaa....and now...today I give you a bit of Spolfe fluff. :) Kind of...lol.
Chapter 28
“Mommy?” Emma’s small voice was broken. “Mom?” In the dark of the night her pleas for someone to wake up sounded desperate.
Olivia stirred in her sleep.
“Mommy?” Emma was frantic to wake up one of her mothers.
Doris’ eyes opened. She could sense that Emma was in their room. She turned in Olivia’s embrace and glanced up to see a crying Emma at their bedside. “Emma?” Doris’ voice was filled with concern.
“Mom, I don’t feel good.” Emma’s voice was hoarse and as Doris sat up she realized the little girl looked like she was about to throw up.
“Oh, Emma, baby.” Doris quickly tossed the sheets off her body, detaching herself from Olivia. She had had plenty of nights practice taking care of a sick child, so she didn’t want to wake Olivia. Especially after Olivia’s recent bouts of chest pain. Doris figured she could use a full night’s sleep. “Come here, sweetheart.” Doris gathered the girl into her tired arms and carried her through the living room and towards the kitchen. She placed her on the couch in the kitchen, moving quickly to get a bowl in case the girl threw up. Which she did the instant Doris handed her the bowl.
“Oh, Em.” Doris cooed, gathering the girl’s hair off the back of her neck as she threw up.
“It hurts,” Emma gasped through moments of emptying the contents of her stomach.
“I know, baby, but it’ll feel better once it’s all out.” Doris sat down beside Emma, running her hand up and down her back.
Emma finally stopped retching and lay back against the couch. “I’m cold.” She quickly began shivering. “What’s wrong, Mom?”
“I think, Emma baby, you have the flu.”
“But my throat hurts.” Emma coughed, tears coming out of her eyes.
Doris hated to see Emma like this. She quickly covered the little girl with a blanket, wiping her hair out of her face. “Well, we’ll have to get you to the doctor’s on Monday.”
“I don’t feel good…”
“I know, sweetheart.” Doris kissed the girl’s forehead. “Now I’m going to go dump this out. Do you want to try and drink anything?”
Emma nodded.
“Do you want me to turn on the TV?”
Emma nodded again, looking a bit more relaxed. “Thank you,” she hoarsely coughed.
“You’re very welcome, Miss Em.” Doris lovingly smiled, flipping on the TV. “Now what do you want to watch?”
“Hannah Montana!”
Doris laughed and changed the TV to the Disney Channel.
~*~
Olivia woke up and reached out to touch Doris, but quickly found that her lover’s side of the bed was empty. Her eyes opened and she glanced around. Doris never left the bed without waking her up. She hadn’t woken up alone in months and for some reason she felt panic and fear and dread well up inside of her. Something was wrong.
She sat up, feeling the splendid soreness between her legs from her love making with Doris the night before. Yawning, she reached down for her robe, covering her scarcely clad body. It was Sunday. Where was her partner?
Sleepily she moved towards the bedroom door and immediately heard the light lull of the kitchen’s TV. Someone was up.
She moved through the living room and towards the kitchen. When she entered, she didn’t see anyone, but upon further inspection she realized her daughter was lying on one side of the couch and Doris was on the other. Both ladies were asleep, and it took only a moment for Olivia to realize that her daughter had become ill the night before and Doris had taken it upon herself to care for her daughter.
Olivia’s heart suddenly swelled with love. Gone was any fear that something Earth shattering had occurred. Doris had simply been helping her.
Olivia went to the couch and noticed that her daughter was sleeping peacefully. From the bowl beside her, she could tell her daughter had emptied her stomach and then had finally slipped into a peaceful rest. Doris looked exhausted beside her and had probably sat up with her until she’d drifted off.
Olivia didn’t want to wake her daughter, and so she quietly crept to the other side of the couch, leaning down to press her lips against Doris’ forehead.
Doris’ eyes fluttered open and she glanced up into Olivia’s warm, green eyes.
“Thank you, honey.” Olivia whispered, leaning down to press her lips to Doris’.
Doris smiled, “it’s fine. I’ve stayed up plenty of nights with Ashlee.”
“You could have woken me up,” Olivia whispered back.
Doris shook her head. “I wanted to let you sleep.”
“Do you want me to make you some breakfast for staying up with Emma?” Olivia grinned, capturing Doris’ lips again.
Doris nodded. “That would be nice.”
Olivia stood up and moved towards the kitchen area. “You’d better go back to bed for awhile. Get away from Emma, I don’t want two of my girl’s to be sick.” She shot back over her shoulder in Doris’ direction.
Doris groaned and carefully detached herself from Emma’s sleeping form. She moved to where Olivia was standing. “She had a sore throat last night.”
“And she was throwing up?” Olivia frowned.
Doris nodded. “I think one of us should take her to…”
“Yes.” Olivia nodded. “I will tomorrow.” Olivia kissed her again.
Doris yawned. “Well…now I’m up. I don’t think I can go back to sleep.” She sighed.
“Well then you can help me get breakfast ready.”
Doris stuck out her tongue and wrapped her arms around Olivia.
“Morning mom. Olivia.” Ashlee’s tired, loud voice exclaimed.
“Shh,” Doris laughed, going to give her daughter a hug. “Emma’s sick and asleep on the couch.”
“Oh no!” Ashlee exclaimed moving away from her mother to go peer in at Emma. “Well at least she’s asleep now.”
Olivia nodded, turning on the stove top to make some eggs. Doris began making coffee and Ashlee pulled out some bacon.
“How was your date last night, Ash?” Olivia inquired, cracking eggs on the sizzling frying pan. “You went out, didn’t you?”
Ashlee nodded. “We went to a movie, but Derek wanted to cut out early again. I swear, I’m going to see every movie in theaters and I’m never going to know how they end.”
Olivia laughed, “well why don’t you tell him you want to stay?”
Ashlee shrugged, “he would just sit there and pout.”
“Like your mother does when she doesn’t get her way?”
“Hey! I don’t pout.” Doris playfully slapped Olivia on the behind.
“Uh huh,” Olivia laughed.
Ashlee laughed at her mothers’ antics.
~*~
The following morning Olivia called in to the Beacon and told them that she would not be in, but that she would be available on her blackberry and she’d be able to check her e-mail in the afternoon. They sounded nonplused and as if they could handle it, and so Olivia figured it would be all right if she wasn’t present at work.
And so with work taken care of, she was free to have the day to get her daughter checked out and could easily watch after her the rest of the day. After Sunday night, Emma had begun to get better and Olivia suspected it was just a case of strep.
She held her daughter as they waited in the doctor’s office. Emma’s regular doctor hadn’t been able to see Emma and so Olivia had made an appointment with a new doctor, Dr. York.
“Emma Spencer?” A nurse called from the doorway and Olivia kissed her daughter’s forehead.
“Are you ready Bean?” Olivia asked, gently setting the girl down so that she could get up.
Emma nodded and took her mother’s hand in her own, drowsily walking towards the door that led in to the patient rooms. They followed the nurse around several corners before they came to a room and the nurse led them in.
“Do you want to hop up here for me?” The nurse all too cheerfully asked Emma, who sleepily nodded and climbed up onto the examining table.
Olivia took a seat in a chair in the corner and watched as the nurse began taking Emma’s temperature and other vital stats.
“It looks like you have a fever, Emma.” The nurse exclaimed after she held a thermometer to Emma’s forehead. “Do you have the flu?”
“Yes and my throat hurts,” Emma’s poor little scratchy voice whispered.
“Well Dr. York will be in soon to check that out and hopefully make it better.” The nurse gave Emma a sad smile. “Do you want to lie down and wait?”
Emma nodded, lying back on the table as the nurse smiled at Olivia and then left.
Olivia got up and went to her daughter. “How are you doing, Bean?”
“It hurts,” Emma coughed.
“I know, Jellybean,” Olivia stroked her daughter’s long hair, taking her little hand in her own. She kissed her fingers. And it was moments like this that made Olivia long to become a mother again. Her maternal instinct was strong and she was ready…
There was a knock at the door and Olivia turned just in time to see a gorgeous woman step into the room.
“Hello, I’m Dr. York, but please feel free to call me Mackenzie.”
Olivia quickly registered this pretty face. She had been at Frank Cooper’s funeral. “I’m Olivia, and this is Emma. The sick child.”
Mackenzie laughed, whisking her long brunette hair over her shoulder. “What’s wrong, Emma?”
“My throat hurts and I threw up.”
“Uh oh.” Mackenzie frowned. “Well let me have a look at your throat, okay?” She moved to get the instrument to look down Emma’s throat and Olivia took her seat again, staring at the beautiful doctor. Where had she seen her before?
“So you’re new in town?” Olivia inquired as Mackenzie checked her daughter out.
“Yes, I just moved here a couple of months ago.”
“I think I saw you at Frank Cooper’s funeral.” Olivia stated.
“Yeah, I was there with a friend. I can’t say that I knew him though.” Mackenzie smiled. Did Olivia detect a hint of recognition gleaming in Mackenzie’s hazel eyes? Why would Mackenzie know her?
“Frank was going to marry mommy’s friend Natalia.”
Mackenzie seemed to blush at the mention of Natalia’s name. Did she know Natalia?
“Natalia Rivera?” Mackenzie quickly recovered, however, and just continued smiling.
“Yes. We used to live with her.”
“Did you?” Mackenzie was doing her best at playing disinterested interested adult, but Olivia could see through it. How did Mackenzie know Natalia?
“Yes.” Emma nodded. “Mommy, I don’t feel good again.”
“Do you think you’re going to throw up?” Olivia quickly moved to her daughter’s side.
Emma nodded and Mackenzie quickly ushered the girl to the sink in the room, both women looking away as Emma threw up.
“Well you certainly have the flu. I won’t know about the strep until a little bit later after I run these swabs through the lab, but I can only say that she just needs to be home resting.” Mackenzie quickly exclaimed. “I think it’s going around. My daughter got sick last week.”
“Well she has been going over to friend’s houses a lot lately. I’m sure she picked something up.” Olivia nodded. They helped Emma back to the table.
“How old is your daughter?” Emma asked.
“She’s eight like you.” Mackenzie smiled.
“Is she going to go to school with me?”
“She probably will.” Mackenzie grinned.
“Mommy! We should hang out before school starts!” Emma exclaimed, looking a bit like her old self with the thought of a new friend.
“I’m sure Paige would like that. She hasn’t met anyone her own age yet.” Mackenzie smiled. “How about I give your mom my number and when you get all better we’ll have a play date?”
Emma nodded excitedly.
Olivia smiled. Perhaps if Emma became friends with Mackenzie’s daughter, Olivia could find out a bit more about Dr. Mackenzie York.
Author: outuendo_11
Rating: PG-13
Show: Guiding Light
Pairing: Spolfe, Mactalia
Spoilers: um...no.
Summary: Olivia and Natalia struggle to make their relationship work with Rafe at home and Olivia finds a confidant in Doris Wolfe.
A/N: If you're behind you can go here> http://outuendo-11.livejournal.com/8164.html and I've posted links to all the other chapters. :)
A/N: Sorry it's taking me forever to post. I think I might be posting every other day, so you'll get some more on Friday? Sound good? I need to write write write!!! We have a lot more to go and I think all 10 of my wonderful followers for being so awesome...;)...mkay I know I have more than 10. Prove me wrong...I wanna see who is still reading!!! Thanks for all the comments though, they're really awesome! They keep me motivated to continue spinning this crazy story...it might never end!!! But it needs to...hahaa....and now...today I give you a bit of Spolfe fluff. :) Kind of...lol.
Chapter 28
“Mommy?” Emma’s small voice was broken. “Mom?” In the dark of the night her pleas for someone to wake up sounded desperate.
Olivia stirred in her sleep.
“Mommy?” Emma was frantic to wake up one of her mothers.
Doris’ eyes opened. She could sense that Emma was in their room. She turned in Olivia’s embrace and glanced up to see a crying Emma at their bedside. “Emma?” Doris’ voice was filled with concern.
“Mom, I don’t feel good.” Emma’s voice was hoarse and as Doris sat up she realized the little girl looked like she was about to throw up.
“Oh, Emma, baby.” Doris quickly tossed the sheets off her body, detaching herself from Olivia. She had had plenty of nights practice taking care of a sick child, so she didn’t want to wake Olivia. Especially after Olivia’s recent bouts of chest pain. Doris figured she could use a full night’s sleep. “Come here, sweetheart.” Doris gathered the girl into her tired arms and carried her through the living room and towards the kitchen. She placed her on the couch in the kitchen, moving quickly to get a bowl in case the girl threw up. Which she did the instant Doris handed her the bowl.
“Oh, Em.” Doris cooed, gathering the girl’s hair off the back of her neck as she threw up.
“It hurts,” Emma gasped through moments of emptying the contents of her stomach.
“I know, baby, but it’ll feel better once it’s all out.” Doris sat down beside Emma, running her hand up and down her back.
Emma finally stopped retching and lay back against the couch. “I’m cold.” She quickly began shivering. “What’s wrong, Mom?”
“I think, Emma baby, you have the flu.”
“But my throat hurts.” Emma coughed, tears coming out of her eyes.
Doris hated to see Emma like this. She quickly covered the little girl with a blanket, wiping her hair out of her face. “Well, we’ll have to get you to the doctor’s on Monday.”
“I don’t feel good…”
“I know, sweetheart.” Doris kissed the girl’s forehead. “Now I’m going to go dump this out. Do you want to try and drink anything?”
Emma nodded.
“Do you want me to turn on the TV?”
Emma nodded again, looking a bit more relaxed. “Thank you,” she hoarsely coughed.
“You’re very welcome, Miss Em.” Doris lovingly smiled, flipping on the TV. “Now what do you want to watch?”
“Hannah Montana!”
Doris laughed and changed the TV to the Disney Channel.
~*~
Olivia woke up and reached out to touch Doris, but quickly found that her lover’s side of the bed was empty. Her eyes opened and she glanced around. Doris never left the bed without waking her up. She hadn’t woken up alone in months and for some reason she felt panic and fear and dread well up inside of her. Something was wrong.
She sat up, feeling the splendid soreness between her legs from her love making with Doris the night before. Yawning, she reached down for her robe, covering her scarcely clad body. It was Sunday. Where was her partner?
Sleepily she moved towards the bedroom door and immediately heard the light lull of the kitchen’s TV. Someone was up.
She moved through the living room and towards the kitchen. When she entered, she didn’t see anyone, but upon further inspection she realized her daughter was lying on one side of the couch and Doris was on the other. Both ladies were asleep, and it took only a moment for Olivia to realize that her daughter had become ill the night before and Doris had taken it upon herself to care for her daughter.
Olivia’s heart suddenly swelled with love. Gone was any fear that something Earth shattering had occurred. Doris had simply been helping her.
Olivia went to the couch and noticed that her daughter was sleeping peacefully. From the bowl beside her, she could tell her daughter had emptied her stomach and then had finally slipped into a peaceful rest. Doris looked exhausted beside her and had probably sat up with her until she’d drifted off.
Olivia didn’t want to wake her daughter, and so she quietly crept to the other side of the couch, leaning down to press her lips against Doris’ forehead.
Doris’ eyes fluttered open and she glanced up into Olivia’s warm, green eyes.
“Thank you, honey.” Olivia whispered, leaning down to press her lips to Doris’.
Doris smiled, “it’s fine. I’ve stayed up plenty of nights with Ashlee.”
“You could have woken me up,” Olivia whispered back.
Doris shook her head. “I wanted to let you sleep.”
“Do you want me to make you some breakfast for staying up with Emma?” Olivia grinned, capturing Doris’ lips again.
Doris nodded. “That would be nice.”
Olivia stood up and moved towards the kitchen area. “You’d better go back to bed for awhile. Get away from Emma, I don’t want two of my girl’s to be sick.” She shot back over her shoulder in Doris’ direction.
Doris groaned and carefully detached herself from Emma’s sleeping form. She moved to where Olivia was standing. “She had a sore throat last night.”
“And she was throwing up?” Olivia frowned.
Doris nodded. “I think one of us should take her to…”
“Yes.” Olivia nodded. “I will tomorrow.” Olivia kissed her again.
Doris yawned. “Well…now I’m up. I don’t think I can go back to sleep.” She sighed.
“Well then you can help me get breakfast ready.”
Doris stuck out her tongue and wrapped her arms around Olivia.
“Morning mom. Olivia.” Ashlee’s tired, loud voice exclaimed.
“Shh,” Doris laughed, going to give her daughter a hug. “Emma’s sick and asleep on the couch.”
“Oh no!” Ashlee exclaimed moving away from her mother to go peer in at Emma. “Well at least she’s asleep now.”
Olivia nodded, turning on the stove top to make some eggs. Doris began making coffee and Ashlee pulled out some bacon.
“How was your date last night, Ash?” Olivia inquired, cracking eggs on the sizzling frying pan. “You went out, didn’t you?”
Ashlee nodded. “We went to a movie, but Derek wanted to cut out early again. I swear, I’m going to see every movie in theaters and I’m never going to know how they end.”
Olivia laughed, “well why don’t you tell him you want to stay?”
Ashlee shrugged, “he would just sit there and pout.”
“Like your mother does when she doesn’t get her way?”
“Hey! I don’t pout.” Doris playfully slapped Olivia on the behind.
“Uh huh,” Olivia laughed.
Ashlee laughed at her mothers’ antics.
~*~
The following morning Olivia called in to the Beacon and told them that she would not be in, but that she would be available on her blackberry and she’d be able to check her e-mail in the afternoon. They sounded nonplused and as if they could handle it, and so Olivia figured it would be all right if she wasn’t present at work.
And so with work taken care of, she was free to have the day to get her daughter checked out and could easily watch after her the rest of the day. After Sunday night, Emma had begun to get better and Olivia suspected it was just a case of strep.
She held her daughter as they waited in the doctor’s office. Emma’s regular doctor hadn’t been able to see Emma and so Olivia had made an appointment with a new doctor, Dr. York.
“Emma Spencer?” A nurse called from the doorway and Olivia kissed her daughter’s forehead.
“Are you ready Bean?” Olivia asked, gently setting the girl down so that she could get up.
Emma nodded and took her mother’s hand in her own, drowsily walking towards the door that led in to the patient rooms. They followed the nurse around several corners before they came to a room and the nurse led them in.
“Do you want to hop up here for me?” The nurse all too cheerfully asked Emma, who sleepily nodded and climbed up onto the examining table.
Olivia took a seat in a chair in the corner and watched as the nurse began taking Emma’s temperature and other vital stats.
“It looks like you have a fever, Emma.” The nurse exclaimed after she held a thermometer to Emma’s forehead. “Do you have the flu?”
“Yes and my throat hurts,” Emma’s poor little scratchy voice whispered.
“Well Dr. York will be in soon to check that out and hopefully make it better.” The nurse gave Emma a sad smile. “Do you want to lie down and wait?”
Emma nodded, lying back on the table as the nurse smiled at Olivia and then left.
Olivia got up and went to her daughter. “How are you doing, Bean?”
“It hurts,” Emma coughed.
“I know, Jellybean,” Olivia stroked her daughter’s long hair, taking her little hand in her own. She kissed her fingers. And it was moments like this that made Olivia long to become a mother again. Her maternal instinct was strong and she was ready…
There was a knock at the door and Olivia turned just in time to see a gorgeous woman step into the room.
“Hello, I’m Dr. York, but please feel free to call me Mackenzie.”
Olivia quickly registered this pretty face. She had been at Frank Cooper’s funeral. “I’m Olivia, and this is Emma. The sick child.”
Mackenzie laughed, whisking her long brunette hair over her shoulder. “What’s wrong, Emma?”
“My throat hurts and I threw up.”
“Uh oh.” Mackenzie frowned. “Well let me have a look at your throat, okay?” She moved to get the instrument to look down Emma’s throat and Olivia took her seat again, staring at the beautiful doctor. Where had she seen her before?
“So you’re new in town?” Olivia inquired as Mackenzie checked her daughter out.
“Yes, I just moved here a couple of months ago.”
“I think I saw you at Frank Cooper’s funeral.” Olivia stated.
“Yeah, I was there with a friend. I can’t say that I knew him though.” Mackenzie smiled. Did Olivia detect a hint of recognition gleaming in Mackenzie’s hazel eyes? Why would Mackenzie know her?
“Frank was going to marry mommy’s friend Natalia.”
Mackenzie seemed to blush at the mention of Natalia’s name. Did she know Natalia?
“Natalia Rivera?” Mackenzie quickly recovered, however, and just continued smiling.
“Yes. We used to live with her.”
“Did you?” Mackenzie was doing her best at playing disinterested interested adult, but Olivia could see through it. How did Mackenzie know Natalia?
“Yes.” Emma nodded. “Mommy, I don’t feel good again.”
“Do you think you’re going to throw up?” Olivia quickly moved to her daughter’s side.
Emma nodded and Mackenzie quickly ushered the girl to the sink in the room, both women looking away as Emma threw up.
“Well you certainly have the flu. I won’t know about the strep until a little bit later after I run these swabs through the lab, but I can only say that she just needs to be home resting.” Mackenzie quickly exclaimed. “I think it’s going around. My daughter got sick last week.”
“Well she has been going over to friend’s houses a lot lately. I’m sure she picked something up.” Olivia nodded. They helped Emma back to the table.
“How old is your daughter?” Emma asked.
“She’s eight like you.” Mackenzie smiled.
“Is she going to go to school with me?”
“She probably will.” Mackenzie grinned.
“Mommy! We should hang out before school starts!” Emma exclaimed, looking a bit like her old self with the thought of a new friend.
“I’m sure Paige would like that. She hasn’t met anyone her own age yet.” Mackenzie smiled. “How about I give your mom my number and when you get all better we’ll have a play date?”
Emma nodded excitedly.
Olivia smiled. Perhaps if Emma became friends with Mackenzie’s daughter, Olivia could find out a bit more about Dr. Mackenzie York.