Monday, March 28, 2011

Ch 55: Back to square one

They were rather subdued as they stepped into the house. Victor helped Violet off with her coat and hung it up before removing his own. He then slowly followed Violet into the kitchen. He watched her place the pink rose and baby's breath bouquet on the counter along with her small dusty-rose pink purse which matched her dress and shoes perfectly. The sad smile on her face tugged at his heart. Just as he suspected would happen, they were back at square one and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“I was thinking about making coffee. Would you like some?” she asked vaguely, touching the velvety petals of a rose. She made a mental note to use the Baby’s breath in a craft project.

“I’ll make it. It’s my specialty, you know,” he joked, hoping to get a real smile from her. It didn’t seem she heard him at all.

She slowly turned, went to the fridge and peered inside. “I could whip you up something to eat, but I can’t imagine you’re hungry. I know I may never be hungry again. I’ve never seen so much food in one place and it was all so delicious,” she said, closing the door again.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Ch 54: It’s a crime by Glory Lennon

The not-so-subtle clearing of a throat made Karen and Wally turn around. Victor and Violet stood in the archway. 

“Hello,” Victor said, staring at the soldier. “Karen, would you mind introducing us to your friend?” 

“Oh, uh,” Karen said nervously looking from Wally to Victor and back. “Um, this is Wally Cambry. He’s my…”

“Fiance,” Wally interjected, stepping forward and holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”

Victor took his hand and shook. “Victor Romanoff,” he replied, just as Missy jumped from Wally into Victor’s arms. “Hi, sweetie. How’s my good girl?” he said to the baby, giving her a kiss.

“I think someone needs a diaper change,” Violet said holding her hands out to the baby.

Predictably, Missy clung to Victor. “Come on, Missy. Let Auntie Violet change you. Then we can play, okay?” Victor said handing her to Violet. Violet whisked her to the changing table beside the playpen and set to changing her.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Ch 53: Baby changes everything by Glory Lennon

Victor hummed tunelessly as he walked up the steps and opened the door. His smile swiftly vanished upon seeing Violet standing in the hall just outside the living room, tray of cookies in hand, with tears streaking her lovely face.

“Violet, what’s wrong?” he said, anxiously going to her, completely forgetting to wipe his feet on the doormat.

She quickly held her finger to her lips, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the kitchen.

“Violet, what’s wrong?” he repeated.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Ch 52: Traveling soldier

Karen’s mind raced back in time to the last day she and Wally spoke, the day he broke her heart and went away, possibly forever.

Wally had surprised her by coming to her volley ball game. He skipped work to do it. That in itself was strange, but the strangeness didn’t stop there. He looked odd to her somehow, like something had changed. Something had all right, but he didn’t know it yet. Karen had only just found out that morning that she was pregnant and she was a nervous wreck wondering how she would tell him and how he would react to this news.

“Hi, Wally. What are you doing here?” Karen asked nervously. She hesitated only a half second before going on tiptoe and kissing him. Before her heels could hit the ground again he pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace. She smiled even as he squeezed most of the air out of her lungs. He simply didn’t know his own strength.

He continued to just hold her for an extra long time, so long in fact, that she knew something was not quite right. Did he already know about the pregnancy? But how could he when she told no one?
When he finally released her he still held her hands and just stared at her as if trying to memorize every feature. This made her even more nervous.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Ch 51: Soldier comes home by Glory Lennon

Violet happily hummed as she popped the last of the pumpkin muffins into the oven and pulled out the pumpkin bread .  Oh, but the house smelled heavenly! No, April wasn’t the usual month for pumpkin baked goods, but as Violet had a bumper crop of Sugar baby Pumpkins last summer, her freezer still held a few batches just asking to be baked this fine yet still cold early spring morning. 

She knew Karen would like them and perhaps even Missy may like a nibble or two, and of course, Victor would gobble up the rest of them.

“At least most of the snow is gone,” she murmured to herself as she glanced out the window into the backyard. She did this every day hoping to catch a glimpse of the very first crocus peeking out of the ground. It shouldn’t be too long now.

It was more than three weeks after the blizzard and they all had fallen quite naturally into a homey routine. Violet couldn’t have been happier. She had a family again…sort of.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Ch 50: Answered prayers by Glory Lennon

An odd sound attempted to penetrate Violet’s not quite awake brain. 

Swoosh-thump, swoosh-thump, swoosh-thump. 

In her half sleep state she couldn’t quite make out what was making such a noise, but she didn’t care. 

She wanted a bit more sleep. But then another sound came to her ears and this time she knew perfectly well what—or rather who—made that sound and she woke up fully.

“Ma-ma-ma, da-da, ma-ma, ba-ba-ba.”

Opening her eyes, Violet saw Missy’s chubby cheeked face smiling at her through the intricately carved wooden bars of Victor’s antique crib and she started to laugh.

“Well, that’s a nice way to wake up. Good Morning, Missy!” she said somewhat brightly. She sat up and stretched then paused midway to listen.

Swoosh-thump, swoosh-thump, swoosh-thump.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Ch 49: Charity begins at home by Glory Lennon

“Well, that was…sweet,” Victor said looking amused and a bit touched. “And unexpected. Karen’s a sweet girl, isn’t she?”

“Yes.  She’s had a rough day though.  I hope she feels better after a good, long rest,” Violet said leading the way down the steps. 

At the bottom they were met by Calendula who wore a reproachful scowl.

“What’s up with you, Ginger fluff?” Victor asked, picking her up and immediately getting her to purr as loudly as a passing diesel truck.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Ch 48: Full house by Glory Lennon

Violet watched Victor take the sleeping baby up the stairs with her bottom lip anxiously clamped between her teeth. She should be the one putting Missy to bed.

“I guess I’ll go home now,” Karen quietly said putting the empty mug down on the tray with the others.

“I’m sorry…what?” Violet muttered before turning to face the young girl.

“It’s late and….and Missy’s asleep and…” Without warning Karen hid her face in her hands and burst into tears.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Ch 47: The good dad by Glory Lennon

Karen smiled, dipped her finger into the whipped cream and licked it off all the while watching Victor and Violet fuss over Missy, talking sweetly to the baby and whispering to each other. The warmth the hot drink gave her was nothing to seeing these two loving and caring people with her baby. They made a perfect little family, the family Karen never had known and so craved for herself and now wished for her baby girl.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Ch 46: Warming up by Glory Lennon

Victor went to the window and peered down. While they had been snug inside the house, the world outside had been blanketed in snow several inches thick. Through the blizzard he saw a beat-up old car parked behind his truck and a young girl carrying something large to the front porch.

“I think that might be Karen,” he said. “I better go help her.”

“Help her? With what?” Violet said, but Victor had already left and bounded down the stairs.

“Hello,” he said, after opening the door.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Ch 45: Ghost in this house by Glory Lennon

“This is Kenny’s room,” Violet absently said as she passed the room on the left.

“Still? Don’t have faith his marriage will work out?” Victor asked, smirking.

“Of course I do!”

“Violet, I’m teasing,” Victor assured. “I suppose when Missy’s older we can set her up in there.”

Deciding to ignore this, she cleared her throat and said, “And this one’s Sophie’s.”

“No, we can’t go in there, Missy,” Victor said in a mock serious voice, talking to the baby who stared at him over Violet’s shoulder. “Sophie will have our heads if we give away her room. Big sisters are like that, I hear.”

Missy squealed and Violet ignored that too. Taking a deep and she hoped, a calming breath, she walked into her own room. She scanned it and wondered what Victor would think of it. Too girly? Too small? Shabby perhaps? Then she realized it matter nothing at all what he thought. It was her room after all and not his, nor would it ever be his.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Ch 44: Playing house by Glory Lennon

Victor, of course, was true to his word. He arrived back at Violet’s house within forty minutes, his pickup truck -- a new acquisition-- laden down with all manner of “essential” baby equipment. From car seat, playpen and swing to changing table and stroller, he had it all.  The most important item amongst all these, however, was the antique oak crib which had once belonged to his own mother, and therefore, had been Victor’s first bed.