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Post by Mercy LaCroix on May 17, 2007 21:51:29 GMT -5
Mercy was floating in a dark and endless world. She knew on some level she was still sleeping, resting from the marathon she just had with her best friend. Remy was just full of surprises. Never would she had expected how much stamina Remy possessed. No wonder Lauren was the way she was. Not even Tristin could last like Remy did. It was an amazing feeling being completely satiable.
She smiled as she felt Remy stir. Instinctively she cuddled close as the cool morning air began to caress her skin. She would never regret spending the night with Remy. In fact, she was looking forward to spend a few more with him. It would definitely be an experience. Her smile grew mischievous as she remembered how loud she had gotten Remy to be. A crowing, ragin’ Cajun until the end.
“What the hell are you doing, Becca?!”
Mercy slowly began to wake up at that. Becca was there? She wasn’t as surprised as Remy. They weren’t really that far from the house. Heck, her mother was probably near by as well. Alice Faire and Genevieve LaCroix were best friends. Mercy was fighting getting up. She wanted to enjoy this feeling of contentment.
“Same question could be asked of you, Remington.”
“If I had wanted you to know, I would have gone to your backyard!”
Apparently, Michelle wasn’t that far behind either. Knowing their luck, Patrick would be close behind. They could have a regular old reunion while Mercy and Remy got dressed. Mercy opened her eyes lazily as Remy began to argue with his siblings. The poor thing was probably a bright red at being caught. Oddly Mercy wasn’t. Perhaps she was use to Remy’s sisters trying to set them up or that with Tristin she was use to being caught.
“Mom said to tell you and Mercy that breakfast is ready… and that you were better than a rooster last night.”
“He has every right to crow though.” Mercy teased as she yawned.
Lazily she tucked the blanket so she was covered as she sat up. She gave a smile at Becca and Michelle. Looking beyond them, Patrick was jogging to join them. Feeling strangely content, Mercy kissed a shocked and embarrassed Remy’s cheek, before retrieving her bra and shirt. Nonchalantly, she continued as she dressed, “I hope there is decaf coffee with that breakfast. Morning Becca, Chelle. How is everything with you two?”
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Post by Remy Faire on May 18, 2007 2:08:24 GMT -5
“He has every right to crow though.”
Glancing at Mercy, surprised she was awake, Remy opened his mouth. However nothing would come out, and he shut it. Yes… that wasn’t helping matters. Rebecca was giggling and not hiding it. Turning back to look at his sister, he frowned and tried to think of a decent argument. She was highly amused. “You could… you know, look away.” She laughed. “And miss this show?”
Then Mercy tucked the blanket around her and ended up pulling most of it off of him. Gasping, he kept enough so he was covering his vital area. It was this time that he heard Michelle step up to Becca, laughing as she looked at her older brother. “Hurry, Patrick! This is better than the shower incident!” Glaring at her, Remy couldn’t think of a retort at the moment. The ‘shower incident’ had been the sibling joke for years.
Feeling the kiss on the cheek, Remy blushed even more before glancing at her. That she dressed so freely in front of his siblings both warmed his heart and made him wonder if the night had had some lasting effects on her open attitude. He couldn’t yet reach for his boxers and had to be content to sit there and wait.
“I hope there is decaf coffee with that breakfast. Morning Becca, Chelle. How is everything with you two?”
He blinked three times before he realized she was being serious. She was actually asking his sisters how they were while being practically bare in the backyard of his parents house. Was she mad?! Rebecca smirked and leaned against a tree, putting her hands in her pockets while glancing between the two new love birds. “Just fine... How are you Mercy?” Michelle nodded her agreement, hands on her hips as she looked at Remy. “Nicole will be here soon. She had to take a couple hours off from work to see this.”
His mouth opened once again, and he growled before reaching forward and pulling his boxers to him. He was so glad his family enjoyed this. Trying to slip the boxers on while at the same time he held the blanket in place, he scowled at Patrick as he came up. He was panting a little, out of breath from the jog. “What all did I miss?” Remy shook his head and finally got the boxers on, situating himself.
Michelle pointed a finger at Remy and then gestured to Mercy, glancing at Patrick. “Remy is embarrassed to be caught with Mercy… Honestly, he should just be quieter if he doesn’t want a spectacle.” Patrick nodded his agreement, picking up Remy’s pants and tossing them over his shoulder. “Blackmail until you get back to the house.” Remy’s eyes widened as he watched his brother. He needed those pants to make it with at least a bit of dignity…
Well, fine, if they were going to be like that! Standing up, letting Mercy have the blanket, Remy stood there with his arms on his hips as if he didn’t feel like he was showing the world everything. His siblings laughed before he reached out and grabbed his shirt, slipping it on. Buttoning it back up, he shook his head and turned to Mercy. Getting down on his knees, he gave her a little kiss, hearing the ‘aw’ behind him. He turned red again and glanced down. Privacy was a high commodity at the Faire household. Obviously.
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on May 22, 2007 4:55:56 GMT -5
Watching the Faire siblings was definitely an experience. Each one was so unique that at times Mercy wished she had siblings of her own. Then there were times like right now, that she was thankful that she was a single child. Perhaps it was a side effect of growing up with them, but even now Mercy couldn’t help but love them in spite of all their teasing. Of course it boggled her mind why Lauren never did quite get along with them. They were so easy to love.
“Just fine... How are you Mercy?”
“Nicole will be here soon. She had to take a couple hours off from work to see this.”
Mercy began to laugh lightly at that. It seems they were going to get the full treatment. She smiled at Remy completely amused. She should have realized they were going to be investigates at some point. It was quite inevitable. Still smiling, she summoned her jeans and panties to her. She contemplated everything.
“I’m quite good. It’s been a rough month since I left Tristin for the last time. Remy’s been a god sent with helping with the pregnancy.” Mercy explained with a wink, “I guess the sexual tension got to be too much. Is Nicole still seeing that publisher? Patrick must be slipping if he hasn’t scared him away yet.”
“What all did I miss?”
“Remy is embarrassed to be caught with Mercy… Honestly, he should just be quieter if he doesn’t want a spectacle.”
Mercy gave Patrick a smile in greeting as she slipped her panties on under the blanket. Now things were going to get interesting. Patrick was usually the trouble maker in the clan. Of course he didn’t disappoint when he snagged Remy’s pant. Mercy glanced to see how Remy was taking all this. He seemed a bit upset over the whole thing.
“Blackmail until you get back to the house.”
Clutching the blanket to her as he stood up, Mercy watched him admiring the smooth way he moved. Even in just boxers, he held himself with more dignity that any of his siblings did when caught out there. Instead she kissed him back and gently caressed his cheek. Her other hand stole to her wand and picked it up. With a practice speed, she summoned the pants from Patrick to her. They ended up hitting Remy in the head but at least he had them. Mercy smiled at him lovingly.
“A gift for you, love.” Mercy informed him as she pulled away to tug on her pants, “Then you can go and kill him.”
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Post by Remy Faire on May 22, 2007 20:50:25 GMT -5
“I’m quite good. It’s been a rough month since I left Tristin for the last time. Remy’s been a god sent with helping with the pregnancy… I guess the sexual tension got to be too much. Is Nicole still seeing that publisher? Patrick must be slipping if he hasn’t scared him away yet.”
Remy choked slightly when she mentioned sexual tension. It was okay to joke about as long as it wasn’t about him. That was how most thing worked, anyway. Frowning slightly at Mercy, he was surprised at her open nature when caught in such a compromising situation. Michelle shrugged and Becca glanced at Patrick as he came closer. “He actually likes Cliff… the publisher. And as far as I know, they are still together.
Remy made a face at that. Patrick liked Cliff? The guy was a general jackass! Sure, he made good money, but that was really the extent of it… Shaking his head at that, he watched as Michelle made gestures for Patrick to hurry up. Great… more family. He loved family. Almost as much as he loved his privacy.
Of course, it was time to wait for his pants to get back to him. No doubt Remy would walk all the way to his parents house, given enough gumption. He just didn’t want to. They had seen it enough when he was a baby and toddler… and rowdy teenager. It was best left way under his clothes and hidden. He might have been well endowed, but it wasn’t like he wanted to share that news with the world!
“A gift for you, love… Then you can go and kill him.”
He had been caught off guard by the hit from behind by the jeans. Nearly falling over, Remy pulled them down and started slipping into them, smiling wide. “Thanks babe.” Doing a slight hop, he glanced over his shoulder and saw Nicole righting herself from her trip. Groaning, he buckled and zipped up before slipping his socks and shoes on. Nicole came up, her face dropping a little. “Aw, you guys couldn’t wait for me to get here to start the fun? Hey Mercy.”
With his jeans finally back on, Remy glared at Patrick before setting off at a sprint after him. His brother had sensed the sudden change, however, and took off as fast as possible to get away. Streaking after Patrick to the house, Remy caught up to him a hundred feet from the back porch, tackling him down to the ground and wrestling until he was on top, pinning him down. “Uncle! UNCLE!” Letting him go, Remy roughly pushed him down in the grass while he got up. “That’s what I thought. You’ll always be smaller than me, Patrick.”
His sisters were laughing as the ladies caught up to them. Right, it was breakfast time. He was looking forward to a nice cup of hot black coffee and a big breakfast. Rubbing his stomach, stretching slightly while lagging behind for Mercy, he wrapped his arm around her mid back and hugged her to him. Kissing the top of her head, he grinned and put his free hand in pant pocket, walking lazily towards the kitchen.
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on May 23, 2007 12:21:02 GMT -5
Mercy smiled Remy. It was his family. Did he really think they wouldn’t revel in him being caught. Mercy was use to being caught with Tristin. Plus she knew the Faires quite well. So she was quite use to having people there. Mercy Secured her Jeans as Remy Put on his.
He was so cute when he was embarrassed. It was his turn after all. The others had their time with being exposed out on the Bayou after a night of passion. She supposed it was the eldest’s turn at it. Mercy grinned at the girls as Remy hopped around getting his jeans on. One would think that Patrick would start running but he continued getting closer. Poor guy.
“He actually likes Cliff… the publisher. And as far as I know, they are still together.
“Really? She forgave him for sleeping with his ex wife then.” Mercy stated surprised. She had been with Remy when he exposed the truth to her. Nicole was livid at being lied too. However Mercy held her tongue when she saw Nicole approach. No need to bring that up just yet.
Thanks babe.”
“Aw, you guys couldn’t wait for me to get here to start the fun? Hey Mercy.”
“Hey Nicole.” Mercy greeted with a smile, “I’m surprised my mother isn’t here too.”
Mercy watched with the girls as Remy took off after Patrick. She gave a soft chuckle. It was nice and welcoming to be among those she had thought of as her family. She gave the girls a grin that said they’ll never change. With that thought, she started towards the house with the girls. She listened patiently to the talk around her as her eyes watched Remy tackle Patrick.
“Uncle! UNCLE!”
“That’s what I thought. You’ll always be smaller than me, Patrick.”
Mercy gave a laugh at that. Patrick looked slight indignant as he got up. She couldn’t help it. It was just too funny. Did Patrick really think Remy wasn’t going to chase him down? Mercy grinned and stopped as Remy walked up. She couldn’t believe that they were really together. It was surreal on some levels.
Mercy cuddled against him as his arm wrapped itself around her waist. She gave him a loving smile as they walked towards the kitchen that was part of Faire Manor. The smell of coffee reached them and Mercy gave Remy a happy smile. This was the most interesting morning after she had ever had.
“I can’t wait for breakfast. I’m starved.”
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Post by Remy Faire on May 23, 2007 20:58:36 GMT -5
“Really? She forgave him for sleeping with his ex wife then.”
Shrugging, Michelle glanced at Becca, stepping up to the plate. “Well, not really. She just figured while she was with him she might as well milk him for all he was worth and then throw him to the dogs. Or so I heard…” Grinning, trying to appear innocent, she looked out towards the lawn. Remy frowned at his youngest sister before turning his eyes to Nicole.
“Hey Nicole… I’m surprised my mother isn’t here too.”
Becca hit her forehead, groaning. “I knew we were forgetting someone!” Glancing towards his sister, Remy lost any form of a grin he’d had from hearing Mercy’s comment. She couldn’t be serious… But sadly, he had bigger fish to fry. And fry he would, if he could properly grab on to his younger brother. Patrick deserved to get his face pushed in the mud.
“I can’t wait for breakfast. I’m starved.”
Patting his stomach with his free hand, Remy grinned. “I could eat a whole cow at this point.” His sisters giggled and started making jokes about his weight, and how he should be watching it. Giving them a grouchy glare, he pouted slightly, his bottom lip sticking out just so. “Two cows then. You girls could do with some meat on your bones. I swear, hasn’t mom taught you anything?”
Patrick led the way, opening the door and allowing everyone to file past, tripping Remy as he tried to cross the threshold. If it wasn’t for the fact he had led the train in, he would have turned around and throttled him. As it was, though, he couldn’t without jamming up traffic. His mother was standing there waiting anyway. Giving her a hug and kiss, she moved past him and welcome Mercy in, a big grin on her face.
No doubt Remy’s mother had been watching from the confines of the house, peaking out through the window and telling everything to his father as he sat at the dining room table in the other room with a newspaper in hand. Glancing in, Remy went over and gave his dad a big hug, nearly knocking the big mug of coffee his father had over. Grinning as he sat down, Remy’s eyes found Mercy and he winked at her before patting his lap. Of course, it wasn’t a noticeable pat, just a little motion of his hand and questioning look on his face.
“Mom, oh god, that smells so good! Why don’t I ever get breakfast after having sex in the backyard?” He heard Patrick yell as his mother chased him with a dish towel, finally coming into the dining room to sit down on the other side of his father. “Nice try, Patrick.” Kicking him from under the table, Remy pulled his legs back just in time for the retaliation. His mother came in bearing the hot coffee, giving him another kiss on the forehead after giving it to him.
“Took you two long enough, don't you think?” Giving his mother a look to tell her to mind her business, Remy took a sip of the scalding hot coffee. Ah, it hit the spot. Sitting back in the chair, he motioned for Mercy to come over yet again, though this time Nicole saw and whispered into Michelle’s ear. They both giggled and came over, sitting down on Remy’s lap. “What the hell? You two get off!” Pushing them, he finally got an empty lap just for Mercy if she wanted.
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on May 24, 2007 19:17:27 GMT -5
Laughter filled the bayou backyard between all the Faires and Mercy. It was comforting feeling to have, being among people who weren’t carrying on about propriety and decency. Instead they joked, talked, and picked on each other. It was like family, a family that she was always part of.
“I could eat a whole cow at this point. Two cows then. You girls could do with some meat on your bones. I swear, hasn’t mom taught you anything?”
Mercy winked at Remy over his sisters’ heads. They were picking on his about his weight. Of course, she had to bite back a comment about the majority of the weight wasn’t around his belly. But that might be a bit inappropriate. Mercy winked at Becca as Patrick decided to continue the feud with Remy as they headed to the table.
Mercy hugged Mrs. Fair as the other siblings continued on. Accepting the cup of coffee, Mercy gave her a gentle smile. Mrs. Faire smiled back before shooing all her children into the dining room. She had missed Remy’s waving her over as she kissed Mr. Faire’s temple. This was as much of a home to her as her mothers’ apartment in Jefferson Parish.
“Took you two long enough, don't you think?”
Mercy gave Remy a withering look for looking as his mother like that. It was his mother, not a nosy student or one of his siblings. Respect was a good thing to give in this case. Mercy grinned at Mrs. Faire, “I guess good things come to those who wait.”
“What the hell? You two get off!”
Mercy started laughing with Becca and Patrick. It was too hard not too. Mercy had seen that motion to her. However Becca delayed her as Nicole and Michelle ambushed their brother. Mercy gave Remy a dazzling smile before walking over. Kissing his temple, she slipped into his lap.
“There are you happy now?” Mercy teased, “Although eating breakfast like this will be a bit hard.”
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Post by Remy Faire on May 27, 2007 15:48:25 GMT -5
“I guess good things come to those who wait.”
Remy had seen the look Mercy had given him, but merely shook his head. His mother would get him later for the look, there would be no doubt. He wasn’t going to apologize for it right then anyway. If his father had seen it he probably would have been hit with the newspaper, but he was lucky that Jacques wasn’t paying attention. Mr. Faire did turn to smile at Mercy when he heard her, though.
Everyone seemed to find his sisters’ antics funny except for Remy. In fact, his face turned a pleasant shade of red before he could get them off. When it came to torturing one of the siblings, the others tended to help out. And obviously it was Remy’s turn. After all the times he had helped his sisters out, and here they were, giving him hell!
Remy had chosen to not focus on the fact he had also made hell for them quite a few times. There was still the fact that Nicole refused to forgive her brothers for reading the ‘best parts’ of her diary to the neighboring boys. Or the time that Patrick and Remy had taken the liberty of hanging the girls’ bras on the court house flag pole one July fourth years ago. Ah, the good ol’ days.
“There are you happy now?”
Wrapping his arms comfortably around Mercy’s waist, he smiled and nodded. “Yes, thank you.” Kissing her cheek, still not sure what he could and couldn’t do with his family right there while holding Mercy, Remy tried to appear nonchalant. Picking up his coffee with one hand, keeping the other around her, Remy took a big gulp. It was definitely waking him up.
“Although eating breakfast like this will be a bit hard.”
Choking slightly on the coffee, Remy set the mug back down, his mind having taken off with the mention of something being hard. His cheeks were a bright cherry red, and his brother got the same meaning from it. Patrick, on the other hand, was cracking up and having trouble breathing on the opposite side of the table. Remy cleared his throat as his mother brought in breakfast, trying to move away from those thoughts.
“What is so funny, Patrick?” Remy kicked his brother under the table before glancing at his mother, forcing a smile. “Becca just told us a funny joke.” Rebecca’s eyebrows rose and she glanced from one brother to the next, looking at her mother in slight distress. “Joke? Ah… yes… Knock knock?” Alice rolled her eyes at her children before setting out the biscuits and gravy. Two Quiche came out next, one with bacon in it, the other with sausage.
Remy felt his stomach grumble and he grinned, moving his fork to pick up a slice of the Quiche. However, he got a slap on the wrist from his mother who picked up Mercy’s plate and winked at her. “Guest’s first, Remington. You know better.” Rolling his eyes, he held on to Mercy and waited his turn, bouncing his leg slightly and causing Mercy to shake just a little.
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on Jun 7, 2007 18:16:18 GMT -5
Mercy grinned as the Faires settled around them for breakfast. Perched on Remy’s lap, she wondered how the heck she was going to eat. She was famished with all the activity from the night before and the baby as well. It was a good thing she had a very healthy appetite. Mercy looked around and reached for her own cup of decaf coffee. It was a good thing she wasn’t the caffeine fiend like some people. This pregnancy would be really tough.
“Yes, thank you.”
Mercy grinned as his arm rested around her waist. Leaning comfortably against his shoulder, she smiled as she listened to the noises around her. Aside from her slightly usual seating, it was normal. It felt like home, something she was missing since she found out about the baby. Sure she could go to her mother’s apartment but it wasn’t the same. With Remy, it was like her own home.
Mercy smiled as they started laughing over her comment. Looking at Jacque and Alice, she relieved that they didn’t seem to catch the underlining meaning of the joke. Of course, The Faire children covered it from them two. Mercy gave a giggle herself at the whole scene. Once Alice brought in the quiches, all horsing around ceased. Ah, the power of food.
“Guest’s first, Remington. You know better.”
Mercy blushed as her stomach growled with Remy’s She was starved and all of a sudden so was the baby. She Grinned as Remy’s wrist got slapped. She gave Alice a shy smile, at being a guest. Apparently, she was a guest this time. Considering she had raced around the Faire Manor since she was a child after Remy or being chased by the younger ones, it was an odd thing to be.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Mercy remarked as she accepted the plate. She Settled in to eat as Alice began to pass the food out to the other Faire children, Remy going last as a punishment for trying to go out of turn. Mercy started to scoop up a bite when Remy began to bounce her. It unsteadied her enough to drop the bite she wanted. Turning she gave Remy a knock it off look.
“Keep that up and I’ll move into my own chair.” Mercy warned him as she poked him with her fork, “I’m starving, Remy love and even you know better than to stand between me and your mom’s cooking.”
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Post by Remy Faire on Jun 8, 2007 13:24:42 GMT -5
Remy was comfortable, with Mercy on his lap, coffee in his hand, and his family around him. It seemed natural for it all. With Lauren, having her around his parents and family had always been weird. They’d acted prim and proper, which his siblings knew wasn’t Remy, and they often quieted down with his ex-wife around. But with Mercy, the entire family loved her, had seen her grow up, and she was another member. She just happened to be intimate with the eldest Faire child.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Biting his lower lip as he watched Mercy take the plate, he looked at the food and sighed longingly. “You’re welcome, Mercy.” Remy got a sharp poke in the side from his mother, shaking her head. “Manners, Remington… You’d think I hadn’t taught you anything.” His sisters giggled while Remy sat and waited, drumming his fingers on the table lightly.
“Keep that up and I’ll move into my own chair.”
He had watched the bite fall from the fork, and it had caused him great enjoyment. Good, she couldn’t enjoy her food until he got his. Smirking as she poked him with her fork, he tried to appear innocent, as if he didn’t know what he had done. In all honesty, he’d only been bouncing her to keep himself occupied before he could dig in. But now he almost wanted to keep bouncing her for enjoyment purposes.
“I’m starving, Remy love and even you know better than to stand between me and your mom’s cooking.”
His mother practically beamed. Remy rested his arm around her on her waist, rolling his eyes. “Yes, well… You’re in my way of eating your breakfast.” Grinning, he was about to start bouncing his leg again but realized what his brain was about to send signals for and controlled the desire, glad when his mother gave him a slightly bigger slice than Patrick. Beaming, he gave his mom a hug before picking up his fork, letting it slide into the quiche.
Bringing the bite to his lips, he took it and marveled at the taste and texture and amazement that was his mother’s cooking. Remy had learned from her, and his grandmother when she’d been alive. He had taken his cooking seriously, even if his brother had called him a woman on numerous occasions. Remy didn’t wear lacy aprons. He cooked for a good meal, it was just Patrick being jealous. “Mom, oh god this is great. What’d you put in it to give it that extra-” swallowing his bite, he grinned, “-bite?”
Shrugging as she sat at the other end of the table, Alice glanced up and smiled at Remy before her eyes glanced to Jacques. “Just a little extra spice, that’s all… And added an extra egg. Sometimes that’s the perfect thing…” Patrick was making a gagging noise and started laughing when Becca hit him.
Rubbing his arm, he took a bite and nodded, swallowing before waving his fork around. “Remy is the only one who would notice there was something extra to it. It’s good, mom. Excellent.” Remy took another bite, planning Patrick’s downfall later. He could taste the spice now, and nodded in appreciation. The extra egg had made it more… ‘full.’ Now it was just discerning what spice she’d used… He’d have to make this when he had Matt next.
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on Jun 13, 2007 17:55:23 GMT -5
Mercy Grinned at Remy as he stopped bouncing her and took a bite of the food. She nearly purred at how good it was. Her own mother struggled to cook for years. It was no secret that Timothy LaCroix was the cook in her family. So it was out of pure necessity that Mercy learned to cook but she was no where as good as Remy or his mother.
“Yes, well… You’re in my way of eating your breakfast.” .
“You would steal my food from me after everything.” Mercy stated in a playacting appalled way. She was teasing and it was easy to see it was teasing. She grinned evilly at Remy, “You are a cruel man to steal food from a woman in her situation.”
She heard the laughter from Nicole as she triumphantly took another bite. She knew they wouldn’t take it seriously. However Remy would easily catch her meaning. She wasn’t sure what he wanted to tell his family about her being pregnant. It wasn’t his so he might not what to be remind that Mercy was with another guy about a month before.
Of course there was the rivalry between the two Faire boys. Everyone in New Orleans knew about it. The two were always trying to out do each other or tease the other until that one was embarrassed. In this case Patrick was picking on the fact that Remy can cook quite well. It was easy to hear from his snort as they discuss the spices and techniques.
“Mom, oh god this is great. What’d you put in it to give it that extra bite?”
“Just a little extra spice, that’s all… And added an extra egg. Sometimes that’s the perfect thing…”
“Remy is the only one who would notice there was something extra to it. It’s good, mom. Excellent.”
Mercy swallowed before speaking up. She had eaten most of hers and was ready for more. After all she was now eating for two now. So it was important that she ate enough to keep her and the baby happy. She gave Patrick a warning glance. That was all he got before she weighed in.
“Is it A bit of cumin and all spice? That’s what I think I’m tasting. Personally, I’m glad Remy has such a refined palette.” Mercy added, “And Women love a man who can cook well. It’s a huge benefit to watch a guy cook in a kitchen and pamper the girl. Plus Mom use to say a man who knows his way around a kitchen knew his way in the other rooms as well. Wouldn’t you agree, ladies?”
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Post by Remy Faire on Jun 19, 2007 20:18:05 GMT -5
“You would steal my food from me after everything… You are a cruel man to steal food from a woman in her situation.”
His smirk back dropped just slightly. His father glanced at Mercy, a puzzled look on his face, but everyone else took it to be that she was tired and hungry and exhausted from their night in the back. Remy laughed to try and regain some composure, thinking about it. “It’s a sign of how I care about you, Mercy. That I can treat you just like I would my sisters.” Winking, he didn’t feel the joy reach quite up that far.
“Is it A bit of cumin and all spice? That’s what I think I’m tasting. Personally, I’m glad Remy has such a refined palette.”
Remy glanced at her, grinning. Taking another bite, he felt triumphant, at least. He’d had sex the night before and was going to win this battle of the wills against his brother. What more could he ask for? His mother turned towards Mercy, nodding her head at the spices. “And an extra helping of cayenne.” Remy smiled happily at his mother, nodding his understanding. He tasted it now. Oh, that was good.
“And Women love a man who can cook well. It’s a huge benefit to watch a guy cook in a kitchen and pamper the girl. Plus Mom use to say a man who knows his way around the kitchen knew his way in the other rooms as well. Wouldn’t you agree, ladies?”
Michelle nodded in agreement, though she made a face. “Just please don’t tell me he’s good in the other rooms, Mercy.” The other two sisters laughed and nodded their heads in agreement. Patrick was smirking and shaking his head, accepting defeat for breakfast. Remy kissed Mercy’s cheek before giving her another slice. “You get some more just for that.” As if he got to say when someone could have more or not…
No one stopped him though, and his mother sat back and smiled at his father. Remy took a moment to smile at them both before finishing his slice, patting his stomach. He was having more. Picking up another slice, he set it down on his plate before digging in. This was how family was supposed to be, gathered around for a breakfast, making fun of one another, giving helpful hints and playing pranks. Laughter, that was the best thing he could hear at a dinner table.
Squeezing Mercy to him, he smiled at her, watching her eat. Leaning close so she could only hear him, he glanced over her neck. “You eat enough, Mercy, and then I can give you some dessert.” Gently squeezing her side, to show he was just kidding around, he took another bite of the quiche. Delicious, it really was. Becca turned towards Mercy and Remy, smiling as she leaned on her hand, watching them. It was good to see Remy found someone worthy of his childish nature. It would take a real woman to handle him, and she knew Mercy would be up to the task. Now, it was just convincing Remy to not be an idiot long enough to keep her for the rest of his life…
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