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Cadet
Part 29
Obviously the previous part was NC… so… for those that didn’t read it I guess I don’t need to go into details, but I’m just pasting the last moment in here, so you know what has been said:
Scene: SV lay in bed after… you know LOL
(…)I kiss my way though back to her face to meet her lips in a searing and never ending kiss.
“I love you” I state, propping my chest off hers. My eyes travel up and down her amazing body until they reach her gaze.
Her eyes reflect such a great amount of love that I can’t believe that we finally shared this wonderful moment together. At the same time I realise that tomorrow I’m going to leave her and break her heart if only for a few further more months until we can be together forever.
As if she could read my mind, tears are silently rolling down her cheeks. I roll our bodies to the side, spooning her real close. “It’s going to be alright Sydney… I promise it will be alright soon. I love you so much”
“I love you too” she sobs and the only thing I can do right now is hold her close; to make her realise that this isn’t just a one time thing. I’m not some sort of guy running away from her, into another country and never coming back. My love for Sydney is worth so much more otherwise I would have never shared with her what we just shared. I also know how important this unison was for Sydney and the simple fact that she shared this moment with me, makes me feel very special.
For the next two weeks upon our return from the United States I have yet to have this impending conversation with Laura. I already filled out applications for a VISA that would allow us to travel and stay in America for at least three months. It is going to take a long while to get used to the idea of living there forever but the wait is worth while, because living without Sydney is not an option. I just hope that Laura will take the news quite well.
Both my brother and mother are encouraging me for that decision. Sure I could feel my mother sad about loosing yet another son, so she says. Just two years ago my elder brother has moved South which means he only comes to visit my mother once, maybe twice per year. He is happily married with a child and has his job in Nice. With me and Laura now moving to America, she feels a little bit left alone but is aware of the feelings I have for Sydney. She sees me happy with Sydney, so there is no reason for her to keep that happiness away.
“Papa, est-ce que je peux aller jouer chez Julie?” (Daddy, can I go play at Julie’s?) Laura asks, waking me out of my daydream as I sit blankly staring at the wallpaper on my computer screen. A picture of the entire family taken on July 4th, with everybody on it! The smiling faces making it much easier for me to open the talk.
I don’t answer her right away and simply lift her up into my lap. With my arms wrapped around her slender frame I kiss the top of her head as she rests with her back against my chest, looking onto the screen, Doudou tightly clutched against her chest.
The entire conversation is in French (obviously) but for everybody’s sake, (even my own LOL) I will have to write it in English…
Laura starts giggling, her finger pointing at the picture “(Look, Adam’s pulling his tongue and then Susan did too and then Sydney got mad at him for pulling out his tongue)”
I smile remembering exactly when this photo was taken while a lump starts forming in my throat. I’m not really sure what the best approach is, so I start with something easy.
“(You like Sydney, don’t you?)” She nods her head, lifting her arms up and snaking them around my head. “(What would you say, if we would visit Sydney and stay there forever?)”
“(If we live with Sydney?)” I nod my head, “(because you wanna marry her?)” I nod again my head and then she shrugs her shoulders, thinking for a moment. “(Am I still gonna see grandma?)”
“(Of course you will see grandma, except not as often as you do while living here in France. You know, moving to America will mean that you will have to speak English, you will be going to school there, you will make new friends and well instead of having grandma pick you up from school, Sydney would be there.)” I stop, gazing at the wrinkles forming on her forehead. Then I continue “(When Sydney and I are going to get married, Sydney will be like a new mummy to you… would you like Sydney to be your new mummy?)”
She shrugs, “(I guess so. I like her because she’s very nice and funny too. I really like her and Susie. Susie’s cute. I like her too.)”
I have to smile at the thought of Susan, because that little girl had me wrapped around her little finger from the very first smile on. The first time I saw Susan, she was sitting in her high chair, her face smeared with the food standing in front of her. The previous night Eric and Sydney had agreed for me to sleep over at Sydney’s for the rest of my stay instead of a hotel since Eric himself had visitors. So the next day after work, I picked up my belongings at Eric’s, crossed the lawn and rang the doorbell.
I was interrupting the family’s dinner and quickly ushered inside. Excuses weren’t tolerated, so I followed Sydney’s step into the kitchen, seeing everybody sitting around the table while Sydney was serving dinner. I sat down next to Susan who then sat between Sydney and me. She stared up at me with her big round eyes, holding her plastic spoon out at me, sauce dripping down onto the tiled floor of the kitchen as Sydney struggled to keep her put. Instead of listening to her mother, Susan would keep staring at me until a big smile crept up on her face.
“Noonles” she said, referring to her plate filled up with Noodles. I had to smile at her cuteness and that was it; the beginning of a great friendship between a thirty-six year old man and an almost two year old girl. Five days later, the family was celebrating her second birthday.
“(So they’re going to be like my brothers and sister?)” She questions turning her head to look up at me.
“(Yes. So what do you say? Would you like to live in America?)”
She nods her head with a small smile on her face. Even though we have had a little talk, I curiously wonder whether she really understood the impact this moving would have on her life. I realise that we will have to talk about this more often, explain her in detail what it really means because I want her to be happy about moving. I know that I will be sad leaving this country but then I’d also be happy about the prospect of spending the rest of my life with the woman I love. All I want is for Laura to be happy too.
“(When are we going to see Sydney again?)” She questions innocently, clearly giving me the sign that she hasn’t fully comprehend the few words we have exchanged.
“I’m not sure, but soon I guess” I tell her, kissing the top of her head, smelling in the scent of her strawberry flavoured shampoo.
I hold onto her for another while as we both let the conversation sink in. About ten minutes later I pat her legs and beg her to get off me, saying that she wanted to go play with Julie. I thus give a brief call to the family and since her mother is alright with the girls playing together I get Laura ready for the afternoon and drop her off at Julie’s.
End Part 29
A/N: I know the last updates have been done here and there... but now we're back on track, so Wednesday is the next update as usual... as well as Sundays
Obviously the previous part was NC… so… for those that didn’t read it I guess I don’t need to go into details, but I’m just pasting the last moment in here, so you know what has been said:
Scene: SV lay in bed after… you know LOL
(…)I kiss my way though back to her face to meet her lips in a searing and never ending kiss.
“I love you” I state, propping my chest off hers. My eyes travel up and down her amazing body until they reach her gaze.
Her eyes reflect such a great amount of love that I can’t believe that we finally shared this wonderful moment together. At the same time I realise that tomorrow I’m going to leave her and break her heart if only for a few further more months until we can be together forever.
As if she could read my mind, tears are silently rolling down her cheeks. I roll our bodies to the side, spooning her real close. “It’s going to be alright Sydney… I promise it will be alright soon. I love you so much”
“I love you too” she sobs and the only thing I can do right now is hold her close; to make her realise that this isn’t just a one time thing. I’m not some sort of guy running away from her, into another country and never coming back. My love for Sydney is worth so much more otherwise I would have never shared with her what we just shared. I also know how important this unison was for Sydney and the simple fact that she shared this moment with me, makes me feel very special.
For the next two weeks upon our return from the United States I have yet to have this impending conversation with Laura. I already filled out applications for a VISA that would allow us to travel and stay in America for at least three months. It is going to take a long while to get used to the idea of living there forever but the wait is worth while, because living without Sydney is not an option. I just hope that Laura will take the news quite well.
Both my brother and mother are encouraging me for that decision. Sure I could feel my mother sad about loosing yet another son, so she says. Just two years ago my elder brother has moved South which means he only comes to visit my mother once, maybe twice per year. He is happily married with a child and has his job in Nice. With me and Laura now moving to America, she feels a little bit left alone but is aware of the feelings I have for Sydney. She sees me happy with Sydney, so there is no reason for her to keep that happiness away.
“Papa, est-ce que je peux aller jouer chez Julie?” (Daddy, can I go play at Julie’s?) Laura asks, waking me out of my daydream as I sit blankly staring at the wallpaper on my computer screen. A picture of the entire family taken on July 4th, with everybody on it! The smiling faces making it much easier for me to open the talk.
I don’t answer her right away and simply lift her up into my lap. With my arms wrapped around her slender frame I kiss the top of her head as she rests with her back against my chest, looking onto the screen, Doudou tightly clutched against her chest.
The entire conversation is in French (obviously) but for everybody’s sake, (even my own LOL) I will have to write it in English…
Laura starts giggling, her finger pointing at the picture “(Look, Adam’s pulling his tongue and then Susan did too and then Sydney got mad at him for pulling out his tongue)”
I smile remembering exactly when this photo was taken while a lump starts forming in my throat. I’m not really sure what the best approach is, so I start with something easy.
“(You like Sydney, don’t you?)” She nods her head, lifting her arms up and snaking them around my head. “(What would you say, if we would visit Sydney and stay there forever?)”
“(If we live with Sydney?)” I nod my head, “(because you wanna marry her?)” I nod again my head and then she shrugs her shoulders, thinking for a moment. “(Am I still gonna see grandma?)”
“(Of course you will see grandma, except not as often as you do while living here in France. You know, moving to America will mean that you will have to speak English, you will be going to school there, you will make new friends and well instead of having grandma pick you up from school, Sydney would be there.)” I stop, gazing at the wrinkles forming on her forehead. Then I continue “(When Sydney and I are going to get married, Sydney will be like a new mummy to you… would you like Sydney to be your new mummy?)”
She shrugs, “(I guess so. I like her because she’s very nice and funny too. I really like her and Susie. Susie’s cute. I like her too.)”
I have to smile at the thought of Susan, because that little girl had me wrapped around her little finger from the very first smile on. The first time I saw Susan, she was sitting in her high chair, her face smeared with the food standing in front of her. The previous night Eric and Sydney had agreed for me to sleep over at Sydney’s for the rest of my stay instead of a hotel since Eric himself had visitors. So the next day after work, I picked up my belongings at Eric’s, crossed the lawn and rang the doorbell.
I was interrupting the family’s dinner and quickly ushered inside. Excuses weren’t tolerated, so I followed Sydney’s step into the kitchen, seeing everybody sitting around the table while Sydney was serving dinner. I sat down next to Susan who then sat between Sydney and me. She stared up at me with her big round eyes, holding her plastic spoon out at me, sauce dripping down onto the tiled floor of the kitchen as Sydney struggled to keep her put. Instead of listening to her mother, Susan would keep staring at me until a big smile crept up on her face.
“Noonles” she said, referring to her plate filled up with Noodles. I had to smile at her cuteness and that was it; the beginning of a great friendship between a thirty-six year old man and an almost two year old girl. Five days later, the family was celebrating her second birthday.
“(So they’re going to be like my brothers and sister?)” She questions turning her head to look up at me.
“(Yes. So what do you say? Would you like to live in America?)”
She nods her head with a small smile on her face. Even though we have had a little talk, I curiously wonder whether she really understood the impact this moving would have on her life. I realise that we will have to talk about this more often, explain her in detail what it really means because I want her to be happy about moving. I know that I will be sad leaving this country but then I’d also be happy about the prospect of spending the rest of my life with the woman I love. All I want is for Laura to be happy too.
“(When are we going to see Sydney again?)” She questions innocently, clearly giving me the sign that she hasn’t fully comprehend the few words we have exchanged.
“I’m not sure, but soon I guess” I tell her, kissing the top of her head, smelling in the scent of her strawberry flavoured shampoo.
I hold onto her for another while as we both let the conversation sink in. About ten minutes later I pat her legs and beg her to get off me, saying that she wanted to go play with Julie. I thus give a brief call to the family and since her mother is alright with the girls playing together I get Laura ready for the afternoon and drop her off at Julie’s.
End Part 29
A/N: I know the last updates have been done here and there... but now we're back on track, so Wednesday is the next update as usual... as well as Sundays