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Post by cludwig on Nov 13, 2008 0:40:23 GMT -5
Okay, I admit it: I am taking the easy way out and say that I second Bright Eyes comments above. And she put them into words much better than I would have.
Olivia sure is very smart and precocious for her age. She is amazing and wonderful and a lot like Sam in so many ways. So she is more open about some very personal things, isn't she ? LOL
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Post by PlainJaneIAm on Nov 13, 2008 1:46:07 GMT -5
That's so sad about Martin's girlfriend and son. But I'm glad that he told them the truth, with much persuading on Olivia's part of course. Finally! We find out where the ring came from! I had a feeling it was something like that, so thanks for clearing it up. ;D I hope he comes over after dinner so he and Sam can talk more alone. There are definitely unresolved issues there. Can't wait for more.
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Post by SamSpade on Nov 15, 2008 2:09:57 GMT -5
Chapter 9:
“You know, if you want a recommendation, I’d be happy to write one for you.” Samantha offered to Martin. Olivia was inside the apartment and Martin was standing outside the front door, saying goodbye. She hadn’t yet invited him up after dinner and he wasn’t pushing things.
“You don’t think there’d be a conflict of interest?” Martin tilted his head, staring at her. “We had a relationship, it wasn’t exactly a secret.”
Samantha laughed, “maybe not but it wasn’t exactly screamed from the balcony either.” She reminded him. It’s why he broke it off, not because she wouldn’t scream it but because she wasn’t ready to tell people.
“I think we have company,” he nodded seeing Olivia creeping up behind Samantha, eavesdropping. Turning around she gave Olivia a look. Not a word needed to be said and Olivia ran off to her room. “How did you do that?” Martin laughed.
“Her mom’s an FBI Agent,” Samantha reminded him, “it only takes one look---to get her to listen, to confess, give in.” Her smile faded, just thinking about what he’d said earlier, about being a father. “I am really sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks, Sam,” he sighed leaning against the doorjam. “It was difficult at first but it’s been years now. Honestly I never realized how much more in danger working for the CIA I’d be. I thought the job, it’d be the same. Or a lot of similarities.”
“Do you want to come in?” She asked, knowing this probably wasn’t the conversation to be having out in the hallway for the neighbors to hear.
“Maybe some other time?” He didn’t want to come in only because she felt obligated to listen.
“Come in,” she was more insistent, opening the door further, raising an eye much like she had to Olivia.
“I’m not your daughter,” Martin smiled weakly, stepping in and watching as she locked the door behind him.
“Marty!” Olivia came running out of her bedroom. “You’re staying for a movie?”
“Marty and I are going to sit down and have some coffee, talk.” Samantha explained, “you young lady, need to take a shower before bed.”
“I know,” Olivia rolled her eyes sulking off towards the bathroom.
“You are so great with her,” Martin took off his coat and moved to have a seat on the sofa. “This place hasn’t changed.”
“Is that good or bad?” Samantha laughed having a seat on the sofa with him.
“I like it. Makes me feel at home. So much has changed over the last five years. It’s really nice to have something that’s the same still around.”
“Five years is a long time, Martin.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you sooner. It was too risky. I wanted to, thought about it but by the time the whole thing with Vanessa happened, I didn’t even know how I’d tell you. Honestly,” he stared down at his hands, “even when I was with her, I imagined it was you. Wished it was you.”
“We sound so much alike,” she breathed feeling the same way when she’d been with Jack. “I’m glad you found someone, fell in love while you were in Paris, even if it was a short time. I hear it’s a romantic city.” She felt bad that his partner and lover had been killed. Especially since she was pregnant with Martin’s child.
“Paris was amazing. At first, it was the most beautiful city in the world. Then I started getting involved with my work,” he grimaced at the double meaning though unintentional it was true, “now, I’d never want to go back. There’s too many horrific memories. Watching Vanessa dying in my arms, the ambulance rushing her to the ER to save our son even though she was long gone. It was---“
“Something no one ever wants to experience,” she breathed.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” He sighed. “So tell me something. Anything to take my mind off that part of my past, please.”
“I was offered a job for missing persons a year and a half ago.”
Martin stared at her confused, “isn’t that what you’re working?”
“I meant at a different office. Outside of New York.”
“A promotion?” He nodded slowly beginning to understand. “You didn’t take it.” He wanted to know why.
“Olivia’s well adjusted to New York. I couldn’t bare the thought of uprooting her, not without a better reason. Plus a small part of me couldn’t move, in case you did come back. That was probably the stupidest reason since it’d been so long and I thought you might have been dead. I just, couldn’t let go.”
Martin watched as she spoke. Seeing her hand trembling and reaching out, he took it gently. “You’re still happy though, right? Doing the same job, working for Jack?” He hated constantly mentioning his name.
“It’s a job,” Samantha shrugged, “it pays the bills, he lets me leave on time, most nights.”
“Do you love him?” Martin asked, his voice dropping a bit.
“I don’t---no,” Samantha shook her head. “If I did, I wouldn’t be keeping Olivia from him.”
“Really?” Martin laughed. “Are you sure that’s the only reason.”
“Well he probably isn’t the best influence,” Samantha shrugged.
“So you think I’m a better influence?” He guessed.
Samantha smiled at him curiously. “Why do you think that?”
He leaned back into the sofa comfortably, “because you let me meet her tonight and then agreed to let her join us for dinner. Did you really invite me in for coffee or was that just for Olivia’s sake?”
“Oh right, coffee!” Samantha laughed shaking her head. “I can’t believe I forgot already.” Her mind was a million miles away. With Martin in her living room, it was far from the thought of coffee. “I can make some.” She stood up, heading to the kitchen. The coffee pot was already out and nearly ready to go. Samantha ground the coffee beans, added them along with the water. Turning the pot on she headed back to the living room. “It’ll be a few minutes.”
“That’s fine. I can wait.” He was glad she wasn’t rushing him out. He couldn’t help but worry and wonder when he’d see her next.
“So have you found a place yet?” She sat back down on the sofa beside him, waiting for the coffee to be done.
“Not yet. I was planning on staying with my cousins until I find an apartment. Plus I need to land a job first.”
“What do you mean?” Samantha frowned suddenly confused.
“I resigned from my position with the CIA,” Martin sighed, “the assignment took five years of my life. It was supposed to last a year, two the most. After losing Vanessa, the baby, what feels like my life,” Martin shook his head feeling frustrated, “I didn’t want that, I don’t want that life anymore. It was a mistake working for them.”
“So they just let you quit,” she snapped her fingers, “like that?” Samantha was quite surprised for the news.
“Well I had to be debriefed and they weren’t happy with me leaving but I’m not to talk about my mission and they’ll let me live,” he cracked a smile. “My supervisors offered to write me letters of recommendation to help me get back into the Bureau but I think I stepped on some toes when I left.”
“Anyone besides Jacks?” Samantha smiled knowing Martin had pissed him off but at the time not even Samantha cared. She was more upset Martin had left.
“Yeah a few people. I’m hoping they’ll put it behind them. It’s been a few years. Plus my training though different could be used in other fields besides missing persons.”
“Oh.” Samantha nodded, “what division were you hoping to get into?” It hadn’t even crossed her mind that if he did come back, it might not be in Missing Persons.
“Cybercrimes,” Martin smiled, “I have a bit more experience in doing that from Paris. I mean certainly it was more field work then sitting at a computer desk but I’d hope they’d consider me for an opening.”
“Are there any openings?” Samantha had no idea.
“One,” Martin nodded. “Hopefully it’s mine.”
“I’m sure it will be. You were always a great agent,” Samantha nodded. “Besides I know it isn’t something you want to do but your father, he has connections.”
Martin sighed, hanging his head, “I know.” He felt the sofa shift as she stood up, heading to the kitchen to grab their coffees. Bringing two mugs back, she handed him one, having prepared it just the way he liked it. “Thanks.” He breathed taking the cup off her, having a sip. “Do you think I’m making a mistake by not asking my father?”
“Well there’s only one opening you said. I think it’d be a real bummer if they hire someone else. Who cares what gets you into the position. Once you’re there, she show them you were worth hiring. Sometimes they just need a push in the right direction.”
“I guess.” He wasn’t convinced.
“Listen, Martin.” She put her mug on the coffee table. Resting her hand on his arm she stared at him intently. “If there’s anything I can do to help you get the job, talk to anyone, write you any recommendation, I’m more than happy to help.”
“Does that include sleeping with Jack?” The words came out faster than he intended. “I’m sorry,” he grimaced shaking his head.
“No, you’re not.” She stood up defensively. “I think you should leave.”
“Okay,” he wasn’t going to fight with her. There was no reason. “I didn’t mean to say that, Sam.” He put the mug on the counter before putting his coat back on. “I know you must have been lonely and the job, I know what it does to you, to me, to anyone. It’s stressful and five years is a long time.”
“Are you mad that the person I chose was Jack?” Samantha raised an eye. “Is that what bothers you more than anything else?”
“It is,” Martin sighed, nodding admitting the truth. “You deserve better.”
“What’s that, you?” She retorted. “You left Martin, in case you forgot!”
“Mom?” Olivia came out of the bathroom, frowning when she saw Martin putting on his coat and the two of them fighting.
“Go to bed Olivia.” Samantha did not want to be having this conversation in front of Olivia.
“I’m sorry, Sam.” Martin apologized again.
“Well, you’re going to have to do better than that. You left.” She stared at him, opening the front door. “Now I’m going to have to ask you leave.”
Nodding he buttoned up his coat and headed out the front door. “I am sorry.”
“Yeah, so am I.” She retorted, shutting the door behind him. She was furious!
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Post by Broni on Nov 15, 2008 3:41:22 GMT -5
Hm, it seems all in all Samantha's angry at Martin for being away for so long, while for Martin, he's hurt that after everything he's done for her and all he's told her about how he feels, she still goes running back to Jack. That really does have to hurt for him. I hope he does get the job he went for, with or without his fathers job it doesn't matter, but he should get his life back on track. Worry about Samantha's thoughts on him later I really hope Martin does get his life back on track. Losing a woman he loved and a son had to be so hard on him, and he deserves better. I hope Samantha will give him a break and try and help him through his readjustment period. Great update hun
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Post by PlainJaneIAm on Nov 15, 2008 13:44:58 GMT -5
My goodness! Martin messed up everything between them in just a few seconds. I know he's upset that Sam is with Jack, but he really has no room to judge her for anything. He left without a word and has been gone five years.
He'd better think of a way to apologize and fast or things are going to get even worse between them. Update soon
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Post by Bright Eyes on Nov 16, 2008 18:33:04 GMT -5
Oh dear. And things were going so well too.
I know that Martin has been left devastated by what happened in Paris, but as PlainJane said, he really doesn't have the right to judge Samantha. He was the one who left and then went on to have a relationship in Paris.
Sam, on the other hand, held out for 2 years waiting to hear from him and turned down promotion and a transfer partly because of him. I get that he's jealous of Jack, but seriously, did he really think she'd jump back into a relationship with him?
I hope Martin gets the job so he can start getting his life back together, but he's going to have to realise that these things take time. The first thing they need to do is to sit down and talk. Maybe Olivia can work a little matchmaker magic?
Wonderful, wonderful stuff SamSpade!!!!!
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Post by cludwig on Nov 17, 2008 1:01:35 GMT -5
Whoa, Martin's line about sleeping with Jack as an answer to Sam's genuine offer to help him get the job really was not one of his finer moments. And I totally get Sam asking him to leave after that. A simple 'I'm sorry.' just isn't enough here.
I hope Martin will be able to find a job and place in NYC and adjust. And then he really does need to find a way to get in Sam's good graces again. I am sure Olivia will prove to be helpful there.
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Post by freitazal on Nov 17, 2008 10:09:19 GMT -5
wow!! first i was happy that martin , sam and olivia were going out , then i was sad for martin because of vanessa and his son at the end i was mad at him for juding sam , i wonder how he´s going to make up or apologize to her ,
i can´t wait for more ,
nanda
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Post by SamSpade on Nov 17, 2008 12:42:57 GMT -5
Chapter 10:
“Why did you do that?” Olivia’s eyes were wide with horror as she saw the exchange between Marty and her mother. “You chased him out!”
“I had no choice,” Samantha shook her head, taking the mugs to the kitchen sink, pouring the liquid down the drain. She was angry, furious inside for Martin suggesting she sleep with Jack to what—get him a job, better her career or his? Who was he to judge her for the last five years. He chose to leave and not just jobs but move to another continent!
“You always have a choice,” Olivia retorted, her face bright red and upset with anger. “He loved you and you just let him go. You should have talked to him about the postcard, made an effort.” Olivia crossed her arms defensively. “I’m not a little girl anymore. I don’t care who you date as long as it’s not Jack.”
Samantha watched Olivia storm off to her bedroom, stomping on the ground and shutting the door quite abruptly. Sighing, Samantha hung her head, wondering if she’d made a mistake in pushing Martin away. It wasn’t her intention, she just needed space and he was saying things that he had no business saying. Why couldn’t Olivia see that?
She didn’t know what to do. Was she wrong in chasing him away? At the time, it felt right. It felt as though he was invading her space, saying things in her home and judging her. What right did he have? He left. He couldn’t expect her to wait five years and besides it wasn’t like he was a saint. She didn’t judge him for what he did in Paris.
Collapsing onto the sofa, she turned on the television trying to turn off the days events playing over in her head. She was not ready to face Martin, it felt much too soon. Five years had changed her. He wasn’t the man she imagined he’d be. She waited half an hour before standing up, moving from the sofa and heading towards Olivia’s room. Cracking the bedroom door she walked in, the lights off and Olivia was curled up in bed, sniffling.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered walking over, wrapping her arms around her daughter, kissing her cheek and feeling her face cold and wet. She wiped at her tears, hugging her tight.
Nodding Olivia sniffled again. “I like him, mom. I don’t want him to go away another five years. That’s like my entire life!”
“I know. I don’t want him going anywhere either,” Samantha admitted, kissing Olivia goodnight. “Try and get some sleep.”
Olivia nodded closing her eyes and hugging tight to the teddy bear that Martin had given her years ago. Tonight she felt it necessary to cling to it, perhaps it was the fight she had with her mom or maybe it was because she really hoped if she held onto it, he wouldn’t leave them, not again.
Quietly heading out of Olivia’s bedroom, Samantha turned down the television and grabbed the phone dialing her trusted friend and colleague Danny Taylor. She wasn’t sure who to turn to, who else knew Martin and could give a level headed response. Jack wasn’t someone she could talk to about Martin. She could discuss cases with him, sleep with him, that was about it.
“Taylor,” Danny answered his cell phone.
“Hey it’s Sam. I hope you’re not busy.” She didn’t honestly care if he was. She needed someone to talk to right now.
“And if I was?” Danny smiled, “this isn’t about a case, right?” He did not want to head into work again, not tonight. The day was over.
“No, not unless Martin coming back constitutes a case,” she breathed nervously.
“You saw Martin? As in Fitzgerald?” Danny couldn’t believe it. “It could have been someone that looked like him.” Danny imagined she saw him on the subway or walking on the sidewalk somewhere. “The mind can play tricks on us.”
“No, Danny. He came to the floor earlier, invited me out to dinner,” Samantha sighed heavily, “I don’t know. I thought things were going well. I mean Olivia came out with us, it wasn’t perfect—catching up on the last five years but then, it just went to hell and I kicked him out. I feel terrible.”
“Well that’s a start,” Danny joked, “you having feelings.” He could hear the long pause of silence on the phone. “Okay not in a joking mood. I get it.” Danny nodded. “So that’s why you were distracted this afternoon.”
“I wasn’t distracted,” Samantha shook her head. She hadn’t noticed if she’d been.
“You were. I knew something was going on with you but I never imagined it was Fitzgerald.” Danny sighed. “Listen, I don’t know what your fight was about but it’s been five years. Call him, try and talk to him, work something out. You don’t want to wait another five years or you’ll regret it.”
“I know, I already do,” Samantha admitted. “I just, I hate that he has this ability to rattle me so much.”
“We all have that ability, Sam. Don’t go giving him extra credit.” Danny quipped. “Just call him, set up another date to talk. If you want I can watch Olivia and the two of you can go out, try and clear the air. I honestly think what you two need to do is just talk. Not necessarily about the last five years but about what happened and why he left. I know you’re still angry with him for that and if you two don’t figure that out, I think pushing for friends will be difficult.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Samantha sighed. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on Olivia Saturday night?”
“Saturday night?” Danny laughed. “I meant the afternoon. Like a lunch date? I’m not giving up my nights for you.”
“Oh.”
“I’m kidding,” Danny smiled shaking his head. “Saturday night will be fine. Talk to Martin, confirm it and then let me know.”
“Saturday’s tomorrow.” Samantha emphasized.
“So then next Saturday? Give it a week to settle down if you want,” Danny shrugged. “I’m fine with either. Or you could call him and ask which Saturday he’d prefer.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she still wasn’t convinced.
“Listen, Sam. If you don’t have an honest conversation with him, things are only going to become more complicated. You have Olivia to worry about and it’s going to be hard if your focus isn’t on her.”
“My focus is always my daughter,” Samantha retorted.
“Just call him, be the adult and apologize for whatever happened tonight.” Danny told her. “From there, you two figure things out. When it’s said and done, do me a favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Stop sleeping with Jack.”
Samantha laughed, nodding her head. “I can’t believe you told Olivia about that.” She hadn’t known Danny was aware until Olivia told her.
“She told me you were sleeping with someone. I just put the pieces together. I am an investigator.”
“Only took you two years to figure it out. Nice job Taylor.” Samantha laughed shaking her head. “I should go, give Martin a call.”
“Please do that. Call me later and just let me know when you want me to watch Olivia.”
“Okay, thanks Danny.” Samantha hung up the phone, hoping he was right and that having a private dinner with Martin, actually talking about him leaving and not dancing around the issue because of Olivia.
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Post by blu on Nov 17, 2008 16:10:48 GMT -5
C'mon Sam be the adult here! Olivia sounds more sensible than you at this precise moment! Hope Samantha and Martin can clear this frosty air a bit, especially when a child's involved, its not just gonna be Sam that ends up hurt. Great update
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Post by PlainJaneIAm on Nov 17, 2008 19:41:16 GMT -5
Danny's right. Those two need to sit down and have a long talk about everything that's happened between them. Hopefully they can clear the air with all this.
Update soon..
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Post by cludwig on Nov 18, 2008 0:43:15 GMT -5
I agree that Sam and Martin need to clear the air and really go back in time and talk about what was going on five years ago as well. there is so much still unsaid and hanging in the air.
And also really loved the phone call between Danny and Sam; he really is a great friend.
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Post by carol38 on Nov 18, 2008 10:38:37 GMT -5
Awesome fic, i am getting hooked on this already. I think Martin has a bit of nerve to judge Sam dating Jack, he didn't waste much time by getting together with the agent with Paris did he although sadly it worked out. Sam waited for 2 years until she started to date. i am glad Sam chatted to Danny and i hope the dinner date will help heal the wounds between these two. More soon please.
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Post by SamSpade on Nov 19, 2008 17:03:10 GMT -5
Chapter 11:
Hanging up with Danny, she stood up and found her address book. She hardly ever used it, as most numbers were on speed dial. Jamie Toland’s number however wasn’t something she had programmed into her phone.
Finding the phone number, she dialed and waited for someone to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Jamie?” Samantha asked.
“Who am I speaking with?”
“Sorry. This is Samantha Spade. I used to work with your Cousin Marty.”
“Oh! Hi Samantha. Yeah this is Jamie,” she nodded, “I haven’t heard from you in years. How are you doing? How was your night out with Marty?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Samantha guessed.
“No,” Jamie shook her head, “he’s not back yet.”
“Oh, well. I was hoping to talk to him, apologize.” Samantha sighed. “Can you give him a message for me?”
“Oh sure,” Jamie grabbed a pen and some scrap paper. “He should be home soon though. I can have him call you back if you want?”
“No,” Samantha sighed. It was easier to do it this way. “Just tell him I’d like to get together on a Saturday night, just the two of us to talk and sort some things out. Tell him to call me on my cell phone.” She relayed the phone number to Jamie in case Martin no longer remembered it. Though he had remembered how to get to her apartment.
“I’ll give him the---oh hold on, he just came in.” Jamie covered the phone with her hand, “it’s Samantha.”
Martin nodded, taking the receiver off his cousin, “hey Sam.” He was surprised to see she’d called and wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to take the call but seeing as how Jamie just announced he’d come home, he didn’t have much choice.
“I’m sorry about earlier, kicking you out, pushing you away. I know you’re probably mad at me right now but I’m glad you’re back and I’d like to get together with just you on a Saturday night.”
“Are you sure?” He didn’t want there to be any more arguments. Though he knew he’d been the one to screw up. He shouldn’t have brought up Jack, it wasn’t his business what she did while he was away.
“We have a lot to talk about Martin,” Samantha nodded. “I’d like for it just to be the two of us, so we don’t have to talk around Olivia on some subjects.”
“Okay,” Martin nodded slowly. “How about tomorrow night you come by, drop Olivia off with Jamie. Olivia and Ava can play together and the two of us can grab dinner out, talk.”
“All right,” Samantha agreed. She knew Danny would be thrilled he wouldn’t have to babysit on a Saturday night. Though his offer was genuine, he would much rather be out chasing women. “Jamie won’t mind the extra company?”
“I’ll talk it over with her but I’m sure it’s fine.” Martin nodded. “Do you remember how to get here?”
“I do,” Samantha nodded seeing the directions still written into the margin of her address book, “what time should I come?”
“How about five?” He suggested, “if that’s not too early?”
“Five would be fine,” Samantha nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have a good night Sam.”
“You too.” She breathed hanging up the phone. She dialed Danny, letting him know his services wouldn’t be needed and she quickly thanked him, hoping he was right, that talking would fix this whole mess. Of course if talking wouldn’t fix it, nothing would. She knew that.
Samantha turned off the television and changed for bed. Lying down on the mattress, she stared up at the ceiling. She still couldn’t believe he was back. He’d changed though, no doubt it. She’d changed though too.
Yawning she shut off the lights and climbed beneath the covers. The week had exhausted her and she was glad for the weekend to finally be coming. It took Samantha no time at all to fall asleep, lying on her side, a pillow curled up tight to her chest.
“Mom,” Olivia gently tugged on Samantha’s arm as the sun had come up and it was getting late.
“Olivia, shhh.” Samantha rubbed at her eyes, not wanting to wake up.
Olivia climbed onto the mattress, tugging at her mom’s arm again. “Wake up. Please.”
Samantha rolled onto her back, her eyes slowly opening. Staring up she felt Olivia’s eyes looking down on her. “Your hungry?” Samantha guessed.
“I want pancakes. It’s Saturday.” Olivia emphasized knowing on school mornings all she could have was cereal or a bagel.
“Yes it is Saturday, which means Mommy gets to sleep in,” Samantha reached out, tickling Olivia’s tummy.
“Mom!” Olivia shrieked trying to pull away. “Come on, wake up.”
“I’m up. I’m up.” Samantha laughed sitting up in bed, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes. She did not feel awake but Olivia was up which meant she was. “Pancakes?” Samantha yawned pushing herself out of bed. “I think I can make that.”
“We have the mix,” Olivia nodded, “I looked already.”
“Okay, come on,” Samantha headed into the kitchen with Olivia close behind. “Do you want to help me?”
“Of course!” Olivia was in a much better mood from the night before. She pushed one of the kitchen chairs across the room, taking it to the counter so she could stand on it. Samantha had grabbed a mixing bowl and was adding the ingredients before handing over the whisk to let Olivia mix it up.
“I talked to Martin last night,” Samantha glanced at her daughter, watching as her eyes went wide and Samantha reached out, making sure Olivia wouldn’t fall off the chair.
“AND?”
“The two of us our going to have dinner tonight, talk through some things. Which means you get to have dinner with Martin’s cousin Jamie. Ava will be there, do you remember her?”
“A little. She was a baby when I saw her last.” Olivia nodded. She wasn't sure if she really remembered her or just the stories her mom used to tell.
“Well she’s grown up a bit more now, just like you have.” Samantha reminded her daughter, “I think the two of you will have fun together. I’m sure Jamie will make a good dinner or if you’re lucky she’ll order pizza.”
“Am I spending the night?” Olivia asked with curious eyes.
“No,” Samantha shook her head, “I’ll be back to pick you up after dinner. I promise.”
“Okay.” Olivia nodded. “Is this ready yet?” She asked showing the bowl to her mom.
“Almost, here.” Samantha took the whisk using a little more force as she whipped the batter. “Okay now we’re ready to put it on the stove.” Samantha always worked the stove, not wanting Olivia to burn herself or worse.
“I’ll get changed while you finish breakfast. Thanks Mom.” Olivia moved the chair back to the table before heading off to her bedroom.
It didn’t take long for the pancakes to get ready and Samantha brought them to the table, along with some maple syrup. Having a seat with her daughter at the table, Samantha noticed Olivia was a lot quieter than usual. “Is your breakfast okay?”
Olivia nodded, having a bite, mixing the pancake around in the syrup. “Are you and Marty going to start dating?”
“I don’t know,” Samantha breathed, “does that upset you?” Olivia seemed distracted.
“I don’t want him leaving again, hurting you like he did the last time. I don’t like Jack either but at least he doesn’t make you cry.” Olivia sighed taking another bite of her breakfast before sipping some orange juice.
Samantha sighed, unsure what to say to that. Her daughter was smart and right. Jack didn’t make her cry. In fact she didn’t feel much with Jack good or bad. She tried never in the past to dwell on that but with Martin here, she didn’t know what to think. “We’ll have to wait and see, Olivia. Take things slow, start off as friends.” She really was trying to show her daughter a healthy relationship with men. Jack hadn’t been the best influence so she kept him away from her daughter. Martin though, she wasn’t sure what to think anymore.
“That didn’t work the last time,” Olivia reminded her mother. “He didn’t want to be your friend.”
“He wanted more,” Samantha nodded, “it’s been five years. People change. I’ll worry about Martin, you worry about finishing your breakfast.” She watched Olivia nibbling at her food and wanted to make sure she ate enough. The last thing she wanted was her daughter stressing over the men in their lives.
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Post by PlainJaneIAm on Nov 19, 2008 18:22:57 GMT -5
I'm glad she called him. They definitely need to talk about all the stuff between them. Hopefully, everything will go well between them, so they can get back to being friends.. or more than friends. Update soon..
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