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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 2, 2007 6:40:02 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be about work at the moment. Brooke never seemed to be doing anything but. Her personal life had taken a backseat while she’d been working on one of the biggest cases of her career. It wasn’t easy on her whole family having to deal with her constantly at the office or sat at the desk in their study with books laid out around her and her mind on nothing but the case.
Frank especially wasn’t dealing well with it. She’d promised him that she’d go to the party at his work with him as she’d been invited also, but coming to the night, work had been too important and sending a possibly grumpy Frank a letter telling him she’d not be attending was probably sealing the contract for a large argument when she finally did arrive home.
So as she walked up the small path to their cottage, her heart was thumping and she was worried about just what was going to be said. She hoped that he’d be asleep, but that wasn’t likely. He was probably staying up this late just to see her. In fact, on that thought, Brooke glanced at the watch on her wrist and groaned. It was past one in the morning and Frank would probably be furious. So moving into the house, finally, and locking the door behind her, Brooke made her way into the study to dump the bags that she’d been carrying.
She then headed up the stairs to their room. Opening the door, Brooke didn’t even look at the bed as she headed straight for the wardrobe. “Nice party? Everyone okay?” she spoke quickly as she pulled off her black work robes and replaced them with some pink baggy pyjama trousers and an old, large black t-shirt. “How did it go? Get home late?” she continued the questions before moving around to her side of the bed and finally looking at Frank. “I got held up.”
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Post by Natasha on Jan 2, 2007 7:26:29 GMT -5
It had been a very long night. From the letter to the party to the coming home, he was exhausted. The children were staying the night at Meredith’s, and Frank had had to deal with talking with her about her daughter’s refusal to speak with her. When he finally came home from the party, he had made dinner and sat around waiting for Brooke for hours, it seemed. He had even attempted to play with Duke, letting him outside and having turned into his animagus to terrorize Ange. Even that had lost it’s enjoyment.
Walking around the house, after some time, Frank had cleaned the place up. His wand was very useful, throwing papers here and there while tidying up. By the end of it, the house was clean and Frank’s brain was working overtime. Perhaps getting caught up on paperwork was best… Having glanced at the clock, it had been nearly midnight. Duke had followed Frank upstairs, Ange much preferring waiting for Brooke.
He had taken his time, getting ready for bed. His teeth brushed and sweats on, Frank had pulled himself into bed to start going over his paperwork. Just twenty minutes past midnight, and Frank found himself distracted. Where was she? Why did it seem she was enjoying herself so much with Larry? Frowning, Frank couldn’t help but feel jealous and a bit of worry. Anger was in there, of course, but at the moment it was controlled lest he go searching for Brooke at her office. Knowing his luck, they were back at Larry’s place, anyway.
Mulling over his paperwork, Frank hadn’t gotten anywhere when he heard the door open downstairs. Stopping, he glanced up over his glasses at the door. Oh, she was home now? The clock had to be wrong… it couldn’t be this late… Disbelief came over him and he leaned back on the headboard. Pulling his reading glasses off, he set them aside with his paperwork, watching Brooke walk straight to the wardrobe.
“Nice party? Everyone okay?”
Refusing to speak, he tried to think of something to say, something to bring up that they wouldn’t argue about. She obviously knew something was wrong; perhaps it was her worry that he knew something was wrong that made her speak so quickly. Not even a kiss hello or a hug… something was up, and she was acting guilty. She even put on pajamas that she only put on if she was feeling bad. Frowning, he listened to her continue.
“How did it go? Get home late?”
Oh? Did he get home late? He had quite a few things to say to that, but he waited longer. Watching her move to her side of the bed, Frank watched her with his eyes, slowly moving with her. She looked at him, and dared to not mention anything?
“I got held up.”
Working his mouth a moment, he couldn’t figure out something nice to say. Laughing bitterly, he just stared at her. “I bet you got held up.” Throwing the sheets back, Frank stood up from the bed, feeling as if he should do something. “The party was wonderful Brooklynn. Why, everyone there wanted to know where my darling wife was. What else could I tell them but that she was busy-” he exemplified ‘busy’ with quote signs, “with her boss? No, I made some stupid cover for you.” A deep breath so he could continue
“And how did it go? Oh, well it went marvelous, Brooklynn… I think I should go to more parties without you, because the chance for me to enjoy myself is so greatly increased then.” Laughing again, he shook his head as he made hi way around the bed towards her. “And oh, does it matter if I got home late or not? I mean, you wouldn’t have any clue, being that it is past one in the f**king morning!”
Was he mad? Oh… he was furious. Throwing his arms up, he stared at her. “Enjoy yourself, Brooke? Was Larry enjoying your company all evening? I mean, what did you two do? Get dinner? Watch a movie? Decide how best to leave your husband? I can only imagine how much work you had to do until one in the morning, Brooklynn!” Work? He didn’t want to know. She hadn’t wanted anything to do with him for a few days, and had refused to be there with the children. It was exhausting taking care of them and then going to work for so many hours everyday. All he wanted when he got home was someone to lean on.
“Oh, but that’s right, your job is more important than anything I could accomplish, right Brooklynn? So while I sit here waiting for you, some idea of where you might be, you just waltz in, get ready for bed, and expect everything to be just fine?” His face was turning red from the anger and indignation he was feeling. “No, ‘hello dear’ or ‘Sorry I’m late’ or ‘how are you, though I know you must have been worried.’” Glaring at her, he laughed hard. “Oh, no, but you just say ‘I got held up.’ I mean, seriously Brooklynn.” How could you ask your wife if she was cheating on you without accusing her of it?
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 2, 2007 11:21:20 GMT -5
“I bet you got held up…The party was wonderful Brooklynn. Why, everyone there wanted to know where my darling wife was. What else could I tell them but that she was busy with her boss? No, I made some stupid cover for you.”
Frank’s bitter laugh made Brooke freeze in her movement to let her hair down from the messy bun. Her hand froze at the top before it reached her hair and she only lowered it slowly, staring at Frank as if he’d grown an extra head. Some stupid cover? Brooke had been busy with her boss…working.
“And how did it go? Oh, well it went marvelous, Brooklynn… I think I should go to more parties without you, because the chance for me to enjoy myself is so greatly increased then.”
Brooke was now staring open mouthed, her hands hanging limply by her sides and a look of confusion and shock written on her soft features. Was he really this angry over her being back late? She’d told him she would be. And did he really mean this? How could he enjoy parties more with her there? He’d always said different before. He’d always said he couldn’t enjoy them without her there.
“And oh, does it matter if I got home late or not? I mean, you wouldn’t have any clue, being that it is past one in the f**king morning!”
Brooke closed her eyes for a moment before moving past Frank and into the en-suite. Her teeth needed brushing. “I didn’t realise.” She muttered as she moved past. Surely he wasn’t getting this mad about her being out at work late. She wasn’t a child after all, she didn’t have a curfew.
“Enjoy yourself, Brooke? Was Larry enjoying your company all evening? I mean, what did you two do? Get dinner? Watch a movie? Decide how best to leave your husband? I can only imagine how much work you had to do until one in the morning, Brooklynn!”
When Frank started talking once more, Brooke was squeezing some toothpaste onto her toothbrush and she put it in her mouth, beginning to brush. He then said about Larry enjoying her company and Brooklynn nearly choked on the toothpaste before spitting it out in the sink. She’d certainly not expected that. But Frank carried on about it and swilling her mouth out, Brooke finally placed her toothbrush in the holder before turning to him, she had no idea what had brought this on.
“Oh, but that’s right, your job is more important than anything I could accomplish, right Brooklynn? So while I sit here waiting for you, some idea of where you might be, you just waltz in, get ready for bed, and expect everything to be just fine?”
“You didn’t have to wait for me. I was working.” Brooke spat back, looking into the mirror and pulling the hair pins from her long bright hair. Finally letting it fall down onto her shoulders, Brooke picked her brush up and began to brush through it. Anything but look at Frank while he was in this mood now.
“No, ‘hello dear’ or ‘Sorry I’m late’ or ‘how are you, though I know you must have been worried.’ Oh, no, but you just say ‘I got held up.’ I mean, seriously Brooklynn.”
Brooke splashed her face with some cold water before proceeding to get her makeup off with a small wipe. “Sorry, I didn’t know that was the rule. I’ll remember next time and maybe even bow down and kiss your feet.” She said back, her voice containing an amount of venom as she tried to think of just why Frank was acting like this. “I haven’t been out for a meal with him, or whatever you just suggested. I have been working from the moment I got to the office this morning, until the moment I left tonight. Now if that warrants me getting shouted at, go ahead, but I’m not prepared to listen to it.”
With that Brooke threw her face wipe down into the bin and marched out of the en-suite and into the bedroom. Only she walked straight past Frank and pulled the duvet from the bed. “I’ll speak to you when you’ve calmed down in the morning.” So Brooke snatched her wand up from the besides table, stuffing it in her pocket and carried the duvet down the stairs with her, nearly tripping up as she was moving very quickly. Now preparing for her first ever night on the sofa.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 2, 2007 16:40:45 GMT -5
To say Frank was pleased he was leaving his wife stumped was to be very truthful. How many times did she leave him that way? However, he wanted more than just her being stumped; he wanted to know what the hell was going on! She looked shocked and confused; perhaps she was trying to play it off like she didn’t know what was going on.
“I didn’t realize.”
As she walked past him, Frank felt even angrier that she was totally ignoring him and going on about her business. Throwing his hands up as if it meant everything in the world, Frank marched in after her. “Oh, of course not. Brooke doesn’t need to do that” Muttering it under his breath, he wanted to throw the toothpaste down on the floor and stomp on it. Quite a childish idea, but it sounded fine for then.
“You didn’t have to wait for me. I was working.”
Glaring at the back of Brooke’s head, Frank tried to count, take deep breaths, and yet nothing worked. Watching her take her hair down slowly was mean. “Of course I didn’t have to wait for you. I’m sure Larry enjoyed your work ethic. It’d be nice if you showed some of it AROUND YOUR FAMILY!” His voice was rising once again, and it was all he could do to not attack something with his anger.
“Sorry, I didn’t know that was the rule. I’ll remember next time and maybe even bow down and kiss your feet... I haven’t been out for a meal with him, or whatever you just suggested. I have been working from the moment I got to the office this morning, until the moment I left tonight. Now if that warrants me getting shouted at, go ahead, but I’m not prepared to listen to it.”
Frank wanted to stick something in his ears as his wife said she had worked since she got there that morning. “No!” Grunting, he didn’t want to know his wife had enjoyed Larry all day! Putting his hands to his face, he seriously couldn’t imagine it. It had been a long time since she had lasted all day with him. It had been a very long time since they had even tried. Feeling defeated, he wanted to keep shouting if for nothing more than to shout.
“Good, you’ll remember it. It’s an important piece of the lying to your husband rules. You should know those by now, Brooklynn, you do it enough.” All day?! Oh lord… they didn’t have time to have a meal together, did they? Maybe a quick breather and… No, get those thoughts out of his head! They had seemed to find themselves there whether he wanted them to be or not.
“I’ll speak to you when you’ve calmed down in the morning.”
Staring at Brooke as she marched right past him, he couldn’t believe she was taking the duvet with her! Where was she… the couch?! Walking up behind her, he followed her downstairs. “No, you’ll talk to me now. Or I’ll keep talking.” Why was she taking the duvet? There were plenty of blankets… “Why do you have to do this?! I mean, is… Does Larry give you more satisfaction than I have?” Frank was hurt, his ego bruised, and he was fearing he was losing his wife. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he waited. “I mean, we could’ve talked about it before you went and… I mean…”
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 2, 2007 17:49:45 GMT -5
“Of course I didn’t have to wait for you. I’m sure Larry enjoyed your work ethic. It’d be nice if you showed some of it AROUND YOUR FAMILY!”
Brooke span around, hair pins gripped tightly in her hands. “Showed what?” she snapped back, weary of the fact that Frank was getting even angrier. But he’d only shout, he’d never touch her so she could push him. She didn’t want to however, she just wanted to know just why he was getting so angry over her getting in late. The very idea of him thinking she’d been with her boss was laughable, but she refrained from that and simply glared at him via the mirror she was now facing.
“Good, you’ll remember it. It’s an important piece of the lying to your husband rules. You should know those by now, Brooklynn, you do it enough.”
Shaking her head, Brooke couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was being an idiot and she could only guess what he’d next say. “The only major time I have ever lied to you was when I was pregnant with Dylan. I haven’t a clue what I’ve lied to you about this time. When you can tell me, please, go ahead. I’d love to know.” Brooke’s voice was now rising as she was getting angry for being accused of something she’d not done and she didn’t even know about.
“No, you’ll talk to me now. Or I’ll keep talking.”
Brooke let out an exasperated groan when Frank followed her down the stairs and she only speeded up until she arrived at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the sofa in the middle of the room. “Fabulous. I’ll just go and fetch my earplugs.” She considered for a moment trying to keep her voice down, but she remembered that the kids were at her mother’s, so there was no need to.
“Why do you have to do this?! I mean, is… Does Larry give you more satisfaction than I have?”
Not being able to hold back a shocked laugh, Brooke let it out as she turned to face Frank, the duvet now wrapped around her body and making her nearly trip over. “How much have you had to drink?” she asked him, not prepared to even answer his question. This was idiotic that he even thought that. She found Larry repulsive, why would she want to…
“I mean, we could’ve talked about it before you went and… I mean…”
Making a noise of pure irritation, Brooke threw the duvet at Frank and walked straight past him and into the kitchen, knowing he’d probably still follow her there. “You mean what? Talked about the fact that I’m having an affair and didn’t even know? Great topic, darling” She proceeded to open a couple of cupboards, forgetting just where the vodka was. And then she spotted it in a glass doored cupboard and she quickly reached up for it, pulling it down to place on the surface.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 2, 2007 23:34:35 GMT -5
“Showed what?”
The fact she faced him now made Frank pause in his tyrant. It was much easier to yell at her with her back to him. “Showed that you give a damn!” He was winding up, ready to let something explode. Brooke was pushing him farther with her own attitude, which he supposed she had a right to. At the moment, though, he was quite hard to deal with.
“The only major time I have ever lied to you was when I was pregnant with Dylan. I haven’t a clue what I’ve lied to you about this time. When you can tell me, please, go ahead. I’d love to know.”
Glaring at her, Frank was feeling his temperature rising. His cheeks must’ve been flushed bright red. It felt as if it was going down his neck as well… He was feeling so angry over something that he could’ve just asked her. But then how do you ask your wife if she is sleeping around with someone behind your back without expecting an argument?! She would love to know… she was lying right then! Wasn’t she?
“Fabulous. I’ll just go and fetch my earplugs.”
Grunting as he finished down the stairs, he was amazed how quickly she was heading away from him. She would need her earplugs, would she? Stepping toward her, he didn’t know how close to the sofa he should get… standing in front of her, but a few feet away, Frank rolled his eyes. “Do that, because you never listen to what I have to say all the way through anyway!”
“How much have you had to drink?”
OH! The… was his face turning purple? The anger built up from those seven words came out quickly. “I’ve not had ANYTHING TO DRINK, BROOKLYNN!” Shouting, he could shout. He didn’t like to, but he was good at it when he did do it. She wouldn’t answer his pitiful questions, wouldn’t talk to him straight, be upfront about it all… just ask how much he had to drink?!
“I’VE BEEN SITTING ON MY ASS WAITING FOR YOU TO GET YOURS HOME!” Throwing his hands up, he used them a lot more when he was angry. “I MEAN, I’M sure Larry LOVED your ass.” Perhaps that was too much, but it was something that came out before he could think of it. Then it hit him… his wife’s ass… and Larry. His eyes were itching. Rubbing them, he shook his head in disbelief. He refused to show any other emotion.
“You mean what? Talked about the fact that I’m having an affair and didn’t even know? Great topic, darling.”
As the duvet hit him, Frank growled loud and threw it down, stomping up and down on it. Why did she have to throw it at him?! Was that her way of saying he got the couch? Marching after her into the kitchen, he hit the swinging door hard and heard it slam against a counter just inside the kitchen. “WHAT ELSE AM I TO THINK, Brooklynn? You are out for god knows HOW long, for however many days. You spend SO LITTLE TIME with your family, you are pulling AWAY from your husband. I don’t know WHAT TO THINK!”
Irritation, anger, disappointment, and not being good enough for his wife were all feelings coursing through Frank. “You know, IF I WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH, you could’ve just TOLD ME. I would’ve been fine with that. I could sleep on the couch for howEVER long you wanted me to. But… I mean… god…” He really was having a hard time with this. The thought of losing his wife absolutely shocked him to his core, and he had been worrying it was happening for the past couple weeks with her ‘amazing’ boss, Larry.
Rubbing his eyes, he shook his head, refusing to cry. That wasn’t something he would do… no… Pushing past Brooke, not giving a shit if she drank herself senseless or not at that point, he opened the back door and slammed it behind him. His hands shaking, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, pacing the length of the yard as he huffed and puffed quickly. Gritting his teeth together, he fought the onslaught of emotions as he wanted to scream till his voice went dry and scratchy. No… other families lived next to them. Kicking the little porch, Frank beat his fist against the side of the house, trying to get his anger and sadness gone. No… he refused…
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 3, 2007 4:43:47 GMT -5
“I’ve not had ANYTHING TO DRINK, BROOKLYNN!”
Frank was really scaring her now and Brooke could only stand still and let him shout at her. He was getting furious for something that hadn’t even happened and still couldn’t see what had given him the stupid idea that she was cheating on him. She was faithful. She always had been. Why would she ruin that now, and with someone she found revolting?
“I’VE BEEN SITTING ON MY ASS WAITING FOR YOU TO GET YOURS HOME! I MEAN, I’M sure Larry LOVED your ass.”
Eyes wide in both shock and now anger and mouth hanging open, Brooke didn’t know what to do. Her husband had lost it and she was the target for a very powerful and anger driven onslaught. How dare Frank say that, though. Brooke had half a mind to just step into the fire and head straight to her mother’s house, even though she’d not spoken to her in a small while. No, an angry mother was better than an outraged husband.
“WHAT ELSE AM I TO THINK, Brooklynn? You are out for god knows HOW long, for however many days. You spend SO LITTLE TIME with your family, you are pulling AWAY from your husband. I don’t know WHAT TO THINK!”
Spinning around, Brooke glared straight at Frank. “Think that I am the one person you have trusted the most and then you are accusing me of this. Think about what I would give up for you and then think about what you’re saying I have done.” She spoke in just above a whisper, her voice however showed that she was trying to keep her temper down and she was in no mood for this to continue.
“You know, IF I WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH, you could’ve just TOLD ME. I would’ve been fine with that. I could sleep on the couch for howEVER long you wanted me to. But… I mean… god…”
Brooke simply shook her head slowly, mouth still open and a mixture of confusion and anger written on her face. She watched Frank go from her view and heard the door behind slamming, to cause her to flinch a little, before she opened the nearest cupboard to her and pulled out a glass. She poured some vodka into it and lifted the glass up to her lips before shaking her head and tipping it down the sink. “That’s not going to help.” She whispered to herself, running her fingers through the top of her hair, brushing it back to let it fall down once more.
Frank was still outside and she didn’t want to go out there and get her head bitten off where other people could probably hear clearly if their windows were open, and many would be as it was summer. Instead, Brooke dropped her glass down, leaving both that and the bottle on the side before she slowly walked into the living room and dropped down on the sofa, pulling the duvet around herself and lifting her legs up into a foetal position. Frank would get back in soon, and if he wasn’t quick enough, he’d probably get angrier with her because she’d have fallen asleep considering how tired she was.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 3, 2007 5:17:40 GMT -5
Seeing her anger flash through her eyes, and her mouth drop open, Frank knew he should have apologized right then and there, started kissing her and holding her. But something in him refused to let him. He wanted to hear it plain and straight, that Brooke had never had an affair and wouldn’t. She kept side stepping the question, though, finding other reasons as to why he shouldn’t be mad.
“Think that I am the one person you have trusted the most and then you are accusing me of this. Think about what I would give up for you and then think about what you’re saying I have done.”
He did trust her, with everything he had and would ever do. He just wanted her to tell him she hadn’t done anything, and Larry was just a sleazy boss… but then why did she have to work so late all the time? So many problems in the little setup that made Frank’s head hurt. “You haven’t denied it, Brooklynn. You just… you haven’t.” It was coming out as he choked back on the lump in his throat.
She didn’t tell him that he was good enough. It just confirmed his doubt, gave his stomach a bigger pit of pain as he stormed outside. He should leave. She obviously didn’t want a thing to do with him. He was getting in her way of being miss wonderful. He was getting used to the whole ‘single parent’ thing anyway. She was gone how often and he was left to figure out a working situation for the children. Rubbing his eyes, he refused… no. Wiping away the wetness that had started to accumulate, he refused… to give into it.
Finishing his cigarette, he ground it out and went inside. Tossing the cigarette in the trash, he was glad Brooke wasn’t in the kitchen anymore. Taking a moment to compose himself, he wiped his eyes again. The lump in his throat wouldn’t go away. Okay… he could do this… Walking into the living room, he bypassed the couch and went straight up the stairs. Refusing to look at Brooke, he worried about what he was doing. The damn tears were coming, and he couldn’t get a noise past the dry spot in his throat. God damn her for making him cry!
She was his life, she was his everything, and she refused to assure him that he was better than her boss? He was obviously having jealousy issues, what with the constant late hours and lack of passion in their relationship. Reaching their bedroom, Frank went to his dresser and pulled out a couple pairs of underwear and socks. A couple under shirts were tossed on the pile before he moved to his pants hung in the closet. Choosing three pairs, he laid them out before picking three collar shirts and ties to go with them. Folding them all up, he stuffed it all into a duffle bag. What was he doing?!
Into the bathroom, he collected his toiletries and stuffed them in a bag as well, putting it into the duffle bag before pulling it off the bed and holding it tightly. He should’ve known better… his wife was too wonderful for him, he didn’t deserve her, and it was… just wrong of him to do this to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed a moment, he put his free hand up to rub his eyes, softly crying onto his hand. What a stupid reason to cry over… she would be better off without him. She could have all the time in the world to be doing ‘work.’ He obviously just held her back.
Down the stairs he went, wishing his face wasn’t red from the silly tears. Gripping the bag, he started for the front door, picking up his coat and slipping it on. He had forgotten his shoes. Cursing silently to himself, he glanced on the floor for something to slip into. Slippers, thank god. Putting them on, he refused to look at Brooke before he left. He’d go and sleep at the office for the evening, to start with. Figure something out later. God, he was such an idiot. He didn’t deserve Brooke. Hand on the door, he opened it to leave.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 3, 2007 5:38:46 GMT -5
Frank seemed to be taking forever. He didn’t seem to want to come in and Brooke could only sit there, thinking over what had been said. He was worrying her now. Was it her or had it been ages? She’d not heard him come in and she was worrying if he’d just upped it and left through the back gate, not wanting to talk to the wife he thought had cheated on him. Her heart however leaped when she heard the backdoor and he was in the house, finally.
Brooke didn’t know what she was doing. She just watched Frank head up the stairs and out of view. In fact, did she even look at him. She just kept her duvet around herself and stared straight ahead. She’d seen him out of the corner of her eye however. But she didn’t make a move to stop him, he was probably still fuming and she hated going near him when he was like that.
He’d said about her not answering his question or denying it. Brooke hadn’t wanted to answer a question quite like that. Why should she have to if she hadn’t done anything wrong? Sure, she’d been working too much and putting too much of a strain on Frank, but she’d not meant to. She only wanted to know where he’d pulled out the whole affair business from that.
There was a noise at the top of the stairs after a few minutes and wiping her watery eyes, Brooke still stared ahead, breathing slowly. He had a bag with him and Brooke did nothing. She just watched him out of the corner of her eyes as he headed to the door and slipped some slippers on. But then his hand reached the door and she couldn’t do nothing and let him walk out.
“I didn’t cheat on you. I never would.” She said slowly, now turning her head to get a better view of him. She wanted to bury her own head under the duvet but for the moment she could look at him. “I have honestly been working on a case. In a different office to him. Hell, if I could be, I’d be on a different continent, not in the same bed.”
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Post by Natasha on Jan 3, 2007 5:48:45 GMT -5
“I didn’t cheat on you. I never would.”
His hand on the doorknob, Frank’s other hand gripped the duffle bag. She had to wait until he was all set and prepared to go out? Glancing down, he couldn’t bring himself to turn around and look at her. If he did, he was afraid he’d lose it. No, she didn’t want him. Why was she saying that? Why couldn’t she say it earlier? Resting his shoulder against the door, his head sagged forward. He was tired of feeling like nothing was going to work out.
“I have honestly been working on a case. In a different office to him. Hell, if I could be, I’d be on a different continent, not in the same bed.”
Taking in a slow breath through his mouth, Frank didn’t know how to respond. Did he turn around and let her see him? Or keep going out the door? It had been so easy before she opened her mouth! His mind had been made up, he was leaving for her to feel better. And now? Now he couldn’t. Letting go of the doorknob, he let his hand hang limply. Dropping the duffle bag at his feet, he slumped against the door more, wondering what was going to keep him up.
He wanted to ask if she really meant all she said, but he knew she did. His eyes closed, Frank tried to think of how to respond to her. How to react so he wouldn’t come off as some jealous husband who worried he wasn’t good enough for her. Swallowing back his pride, he finally pushed off the door and took another deep breath. He could do it… just talk to her… nice and steady…
Turning around slowly, Frank finally looked up at Brooke’s face. The lump was back, but for a different reason. Her eyes were red and watery, and he knew he had caused it. Rubbing his own eyes, he took a step towards Brooke before stopping. Maybe she didn’t want him to come near her. When did he ever care what she wanted? The thought made him feel a little better, and if he hadn’t been so down hearted he would have laughed. Moving over to the couch, he sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. That was all he could do.
Resting his forehead against her shoulder, he silently cried on her shoulder. All the frustration and anger and resentment came out, and he gripped her to him, trying to think of what to say. “I’m sorry.” That was all he could say, and yet he had so much more he wanted to tell her. The lump was preventing him almost as much as the crying was. Damn him for being tired and irritated all night. It just led to him in a silly state.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 3, 2007 6:18:30 GMT -5
Frank wasn’t moving. He just dropped the bag and leaned on the door. Wasn’t he going to say anything? No, he just wanted to make her feel more uncomfortable by standing there. It was as though he was mulling over whether it was worth staying there. She’d told him straight and it was as though he still didn’t believe her. What else did she have to do?
Then he did move, towards her. And he stopped. Why did he stop? But finally he did start moving again, he still didn’t speak however. She didn’t know if she wanted him by her for now, she just wanted him to speak. But he sat down next to her and before she knew it wrapped his arms around her. Well around her and the thick duvet. She didn’t know what to do at this point. She was upset with him for thinking that and he’d been yelling at her a short while before.
Before she knew it Frank was leaning on her shoulder and crying. Her husband was crying. The last time he’d cried was when Ana had been born and there’d been a problem. And now he was loosing it and letting it all out. She didn’t know what to do but wrap her own arms around him, trying to stay calm herself. It seemed impossible, but she was managing it as she held Frank close to her, not really sure she wanted to be like that at the moment.
“I’m sorry.”
Brooke bit her lip and pulled away from Frank slightly, wrapping her arms back around her legs, underneath the duvet. “What in the world made you think that though? It’s not like I go and throw myself at random men.” She spoke slowly and now very quietly, wary of Frank loosing it again. She didn’t want to handle his outrage once more that night. She was tired enough as it was.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 3, 2007 6:31:08 GMT -5
He had been so worried, so many emotions built up over time, that it all came out so unexpectedly. He was at least glad Brooke didn’t push him away. Frank was more encouraged when she wrapped her arms around him. His life revolved around Brooke and their children. It was a scary thought that he had been on the urge of thinking he was losing it.
When she pulled away, he really didn’t want to let go. He was still crying a little, and didn’t want to do that in front of Brooke. It was enough he was doing it on her shoulder. Wiping his eyes, though, she seemed intent on keeping her arms around her legs. Sitting back on the couch, he refused to look at her for a moment.
“What in the world made you think that though? It’s not like I go and throw myself at random men.”
Rubbing his eyes once more, Frank rested his forehead in his palm. Right… now he had to explain himself. His eyes hurt, and he remembered why he didn’t like crying. What in the world made him think she was having an affair? Licking his lips, trying to work around the lump, he started. “If… if you had to take care of the children for a couple weeks without my help very often, and I was constantly at my office working with a female about our age, until early in the wee hours of the morning, you wouldn’t wonder what was up?” Sighing, he shook his head.
Letting his hand drop, he rested the side of his head on the back of the couch. Looking at Brooke now, he was tired and exhausted with all the worry he had had coursing through him. It was early in the morning, and he’d had little sleep. “I know Larry…” Disgust ran over his face before he could control it. “Your boss finds you attractive. I mean, who wouldn’t.” Pausing, he glanced down at his hands, looking at his palms. “But the thing is, he’s … I mean he’s like… well, he’s successful. He’s handsome, I guess. So the women say…” Right, what he was getting at…
“I was jealous of him getting all the time with you, and whether it was work or not, you chose it over your family for how long? Does anyone else at the office stay so late? Or is it just you and him?” Sighing again, he shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry for doubting you, I guess it was just my own insecurities. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He had given up, and was just exhausted. His outrage came once in a blue moon, but when it did, it was vicious. It had been a long few months, and nothing was making sense at the moment.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 3, 2007 9:52:24 GMT -5
“If… if you had to take care of the children for a couple weeks without my help very often, and I was constantly at my office working with a female about our age, until early in the wee hours of the morning, you wouldn’t wonder what was up?”
Brooke watched Frank as he spoke and she shook her head when he’d finished. “No, I trust you.” She said bluntly. “However, I would turn up unannounced with the kids and make you look as unsexy and unappealing as possible.” At least Brooke was being honest. She had her own ways of ensuring Frank didn’t ever have an affair. After all, wouldn’t most women be put off by a happily married man and father?
“I know Larry…Your boss finds you attractive. I mean, who wouldn’t. But the thing is, he’s … I mean he’s like… well, he’s successful. He’s handsome, I guess. So the women say…”
Brooke rolled her eyes and moved her body around so she was facing Frank and resting her back on the arm of the couch. “This woman doesn’t.” she said pulling her arms out from under the duvet and reaching her left forward to grab Frank’s. “Other women might find him attractive but I think he’s an…egotistical maniac.” She sighed and squeezed Frank’s hand as her other hand was playing with the corner of the duvet.
“I was jealous of him getting all the time with you, and whether it was work or not, you chose it over your family for how long? Does anyone else at the office stay so late? Or is it just you and him?”
Sighing and resting her head on the back of the sofa, Brooke didn’t let go of Frank’s hand. She held it tightly. “It’s just me and him…most of the time. But tonight I promised I’d stay behind because we had a deadline that if it was missed, would have cost both of our jobs.” Surely he could understand that. “But that should be the last time. And I promise I’ll try to leave work at the office next time. Not compromise us because of it.”
“I’m sorry for doubting you, I guess it was just my own insecurities. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“If you do, I will as well.” Brooke replied stubbornly before turning her body so her back was to Frank and before he could stop her, she was lying down, resting her head on his chest and pulling the duvet over both of their bodies. “And anyway, do you work with any women mildly attractive. Answer very carefully, dear” She asked him, twisting her hair around her finger.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 3, 2007 17:59:56 GMT -5
“No, I trust you… However, I would turn up unannounced with the kids and make you look as unsexy and unappealing as possible.”
A small smile came to his lips, though he didn’t keep it very long. She always seemed to make things better. Nodding, he glanced down at his hands. She trusted him, and he trusted her, but… he was pretty sure that if there was a woman that was parallel to ‘Larry’ then Brooke would have a hard time with it. “Thanks Brooke.”
“This woman doesn’t… Other women might find him attractive but I think he’s an…egotistical maniac.”
Nodding slowly, Frank was just glad she was holding his hand. Squeezing it back, Frank was glad to hear she didn’t. Glancing up at her face, he was caught by how beautiful she was. Another small smile came to his lips as he thought about her. She was so perfect, and Frank had her. Or she let him have her. Whatever worked…
“It’s just me and him…most of the time.”
Frank felt a cold sweat come over him. Those few words left him in need of oxygen for just a moment. Just him and her… most of the time… and she didn’t see anything wrong with that? She was gripping his hand too tightly that he couldn’t just slip it away. Damn her!
“-But tonight I promised I’d stay behind because we had a deadline that if it was missed, would have cost both of our jobs… But that should be the last time. And I promise I’ll try to leave work at the office next time. Not compromise us because of it.”
“Don’t you work with many other people who could help handle the case?” It seemed silly to think it was just Brooke and Larry’s jobs on the line if she worked in the office with a bunch of other people. He didn’t really want to know, now that he had thought of it. Swallowing, he nodded meekly. “Okay… work at office, I can do that too.” He wanted time with his wife where they didn’t discuss work or the children or anything but them.
“If you do, I will as well.”
Surprise came over him but he watched as Brooke turned around and rested against him. Wrapping his arms around her body, he looked down at the top of her head, a smile once again coming to his lips. They didn’t have to sleep on the couch, being that the bed was upstairs… but the couch was very comfortable. And with Brooke resting against him, it made it all the better.
“And anyway, do you work with any women mildly attractive. Answer very carefully, dear.”
What a loaded question… Frowning at the top of Brooke’s head, he laughed softly. “Whether I say yes or no you’re going to argue with me about it. I guess some men might find them attractive, but nothing compares to the beauty of the woman in my arms.” Was that going to work? That reminded him… “By the way, you remember Esther?” Smirking as he recalled the party. “She gave my ass a good smack tonight.” Tickling her sides a little, he was curious about her reaction. Kissing her forehead, Frank moved a hand up to run through her hair. “We’re all alone tonight…”
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 4, 2007 2:03:27 GMT -5
“Don’t you work with many other people who could help handle the case? Okay… work at office, I can do that too.”
Sighing, Brooke nodded. “I do know others, but they aren’t going to handle a case better than I or him. Some of them are complete idiots and I fail to see how they are even in a job.” She replied, still being honest. That was after all the best way to go about this, wasn’t it? And besides, if she just explained to Frank, maybe he’d stop being such a jealous fool. Sure, maybe she wanted him to covet a guy she spent time with a tiny bit, but not to the extent or accusing her of things. That was too much.
“Whether I say yes or no you’re going to argue with me about it. I guess some men might find them attractive, but nothing compares to the beauty of the woman in my arms.”
Brooke laughed quietly before holding Frank’s arms and smiling. “Good answer, hon.” She said, moving her fingers up and down Frank’s arms while she spread her legs out on the sofa. He’d certainly managed to bypass an answer that would have caused a hit or an insult. Her husband definitely wasn’t a stupid man…most of the time Of course he had his times to be, however. When she’d arrived that evening, back being an example.
“By the way, you remember Esther? She gave my ass a good smack tonight. We’re all alone tonight…”
Brooke nodded slowly at the question, trying to picture the woman in her mind. Ah, that was right, the old bat that she found to be one of the weirdest women she’d ever met. She’d smacked Frank’s ass? Brooke let out a laugh at the very thought of it. “Maybe she needs someone to inform her that it’s off limits?” she suggested, her fingers still tracing his arms.
Then Frank’s final comment made her smirk slightly. “We are…” but she was tired. In fact, her eyes were struggling to stay awake while she lay comfortably in his arms and now he was running a hand through her hair, Brooke would probably be out like a light soon.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 4, 2007 2:20:13 GMT -5
“I do know others, but they aren’t going to handle a case better than I or him. Some of them are complete idiots and I fail to see how they are even in a job.”
She had to keep bringing up why she had to work with Larry late at night, and why it was only them. “So… you two… alone… for hours on end, work better than a handful of you working decent hours?” Fine… whatever, he trusted her, he knew that, but it still upset him. Damn Larry for being successful and handsome. “You… would you consider…” Pausing, Frank swallowed and thought a moment. “Am I successful, Brooke? I mean… like, enough?”
“Good answer, hon.”
Smiling, he glanced down at her and nodded. He had bypassed whatever she had set out for him to step into. Watching as her legs moved under the duvet, he remembered all the lonely times the past so long without his wife. As she played with his arms, he ran his fingers down her sides, feeling her pajama shirt she had pulled on. “Mm… thank you dear. Years of experience has taught me.” Kissing her ear, he whispered softly against it before kissing to her neck. Her soft touches were getting him worked up.
“Maybe she needs someone to inform her that it’s off limits?”
Hearing her laugh about Esther slapping his ass, he nodded and continued to kiss her neck. “I think…” he kissed up to her ear, “She does…” His hands started to move under her shirt, resting against her soft stomach as he blew against her ear, “You should tell her…” That would be interesting to watch. Smirking against her skin, he kissed her ear once more. “Only if I can listen.”
“We are…”
With one hand still under her shirt, and the other running through her hair, Frank had not noticed how tired Brooke was. Moving his lips from her ear to her cheek, he was all ready thinking of where sleeping would be best. “Let’s…” Kissing her lips softly, he pressed against them as his hand moved up her shirt a little more. “Let’s go upstairs?” Smiling against her lips, he pulled back and looked at her. His smile faltered slightly as he saw how tired she looked. Not again…
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 5, 2007 12:23:39 GMT -5
“So… you two… alone… for hours on end, work better than a handful of you working decent hours?”
Rolling her eyes slowly, Brooke wondered why Frank was still not comprehending it and he was still thinking about why she had to work. “Don’t dwell on it. Come tomorrow and it’s over, you won’t need to spare another thought on it. Right?” she sighed and smiled weakly. “Perhaps I’ll even get my non-jealous and trusting husband back?” Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Frank with an expression to say ‘I better or it’s the end of you’.
“You… would you consider…Am I successful, Brooke? I mean… like, enough?”
This stumped Brooke a bit as she watched Frank’s awkwardness. “I…” what could she say to that? Of course she thought he was successful. “Would I really be here with you if I didn’t consider you were? I deem that you are an amazing man. I am married to a Vice Dean, an ex officer and most of all, a fantastic father and husband.” Squeezing Frank’s hand, Brooke laughed. “But you can be a big twit sometimes. It conversely doesn’t make you any less successful.”
“Mm… thank you dear. Years of experience has taught me.”
Frank’s hands ran up her body and Brooke was resting her head back on him, enjoying the closeness now. Was it her or did her husband seem, sometimes, to have as many mood swings as a pregnant woman? But then, he’d never been able to stay fuming with her for a long time. He was even kissing her neck, and as Brooke let out a small moan, she moved her head slightly, allowing him better access.
“I think…she does”
Brooke smirked and gasped quietly as Frank’s hands slid up her t-shirt. Why had she put that one on? She hated it. Oh yes, that was right, she’d wanted to go straight to bed without Frank trying to have an argument, or keep her up longer. But now those thoughts had left her mind as he was kissing her ear and speaking softly. Why was he always so good at changing her mind? “Why should I let you listen?” she whispered in response, slipping her arms under the duvet and resting her hand on the top of Frank’s thigh while her other rested on top of his hand that was on her stomach.
“Let’s…”
Frank was kissing her lips and Brooke was pushing back against his. Kissing him slowly and turning her body so she could move more into it. He pulled away and she saw his smile falter. His hand had moved more up and Brooke decided that it was late enough, some more time wouldn’t hurt. So giving Frank another kiss, she pulled back and smiled. “Give me a couple of minutes.” She said before pulling away from him, slipping out from under the duvet and pushing herself off the sofa in one swift movement. She pulled her wand from the pyjama trouser pocket and flicked it at the bags by the door, sending them soaring up the stairs and into their bedroom. Then Brooke herself was moving up the stairs, maybe she could make up for her recent pure lack of time spent with her husband.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 5, 2007 16:28:28 GMT -5
“Don’t dwell on it. Come tomorrow and it’s over, you won’t need to spare another thought on it. Right? Perhaps I’ll even get my non-jealous and trusting husband back?”
Taking in a slow breath, he nodded and watched her. He wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t spare another thought after the night, but he merely nodded at her question. However, he did laugh when she made mention of getting her husband back. “When have I ever not been jealous, dearest? When you have such a beautiful wife, you tend to worry.” Smirking slightly, he shook his head. “But, yes, if you’re lucky, he’ll be back.”
“I…”
Feeling a pit in his stomach, Frank tried not to let disappointment show through. Even if she thought he was, she didn’t have to stumble over a lie. Glancing down at his hands, he frowned slightly. She… she… couldn’t think of anything to say?
“Would I really be here with you if I didn’t consider you were? I deem that you are an amazing man. I married to a Vice Dean, an ex officer and most of all, a fantastic father and husband… But you can be a big twit sometimes. It conversely doesn’t make you any less successful.”
As she started talking, his eyes came back up to her face, and he felt better. Oh, well that was true… Brooke was too ambitious to be put down by a crappy husband. It helped to be reminded of it, however. And it made him smile when she said he was a fantastic father and husband. He tried. Most of the time he tried just to see her smile. She was so beautiful. Squeezing her hand back, he laughed as well at her statement. “Well, thanks Brooke.”
Gently rubbing his thumb over her hand, he looked down at it before moving his eyes back up to his wife’s face. “And you are an amazing woman. No one could ask for more or anything better.” Giving her hand a squeeze back, he smiled sweetly. “Even if you argue with me all the time.” Then again, that was her job…
Hearing her moan from the kissing on her neck, he smiled against her skin as she moved her head aside. Gently gripping her body, he enjoyed her resting against him, giving him almost free reign. Moaning softly against her skin as she gasped with his hand, he couldn’t seem to get enough. Shifting his legs slightly around her, he could feel her body resting against him, causing certain things to come up.
“Why should I let you listen?”
Feeling her hand resting on his thigh, he groaned softly and sucked on her neck, just below her earlobe. “Because…” Moving his hand farther up the shirt, he liked that her hand was on top of his. His lips gently pulled on her earlobe before letting it go. “I want to listen to you two discuss how sexy my ass is.” Smiling, he kissed her ear before trailing back down to her cheek.
With her lips pressed up against his, he still kept his hand under her shirt while she turned slightly towards him. Moaning from her body pressing against his in certain areas, all he could do was hold on and kiss her back. When she pulled back, he let out a surprised noise, trying to pull her back.
“Give me a couple of minutes.”
“But… wait… but…” She had all ready pulled away from him, leaving him under the duvet and on the sofa. Resting his head back on the arm of the couch, he grunted as she sent the bags up to the room. “But Brooke…” She was all ready moving for the stairs, and he glanced at the clock on the wall, deciding it had been half a minute all ready. “Fine, couple minutes, I’m up there…”
Watching Brooke’s backside up the stairs, he sighed once more while lying on the couch. Twiddling his thumbs, he did glance down at the duvet. She left him with an issue yet again… Standing up from the couch, he rearranged himself in the sweats, not enjoying the prospect of going up the stairs with it pressing. Picking up the duvet, stuffing it under one arm, he slowly started heading up the stairs, glancing back at the clock a couple times.
It was time… “Okay, ready or not…” Stepping into the bedroom, he laid the duvet back down on it, straightening it out. Glancing around, he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for Brooke. Slipping his slippers back off, he let out a slow breath. Maybe she had fallen asleep on her way up and into the bathroom?
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Jan 5, 2007 18:25:39 GMT -5
When Brooke had made it up the stairs she’d headed straight through their bedroom and into the en-suite, one thought plaguing her mind. Yes, she wanted Frank right at that moment, but she wanted to know if he did trust her. Even if he said he did, how could that be honest considering he’d been accusing her of something less than an hour before. No, Brooke had to find this out. She was confident that he’d react in the right way…she hoped.
So when in the bathroom, she shut and locked the door behind her, before looking at herself in the mirror and biting her lip. What a tired mess. Brooke began tweaking her hair a bit before she began to pace the bathroom, thinking of how to do this. Well if she told him, then he reacted, then she could say in the morning it had been a mistake. He would only comfort her, telling her it wasn’t her own fault. And voila, she’d hopefully have been happy with his reaction about it, and knew he trusted her.
“Okay, ready or not…”
Pulling her trousers off, Brooke bounced around a bit, trying to get her balance before she leaned on the wall. Just over that last foot. Perfect. She threw the trousers at the washing basket, watching them land perfectly on top of a pair of Frank’s trousers. So perhaps her aim wasn’t as bad as Frank liked to say. She smiled, raising her arms and clenching her fists as though she’d just scored a goal in that muggle game where they kicked a ball. Then she dropped her arms down and checked her watch. Had she made him wait long enough?
Now Brooke was twirling her studs around in her ears, sitting on the end of the bath, feeling nervous about this answer when she stepped out of the bathroom. Well maybe she could now, just to get it over with. Or perhaps she could just sit in the bathroom for the rest of the night. No, she had to tell him her little...tiny white lie. So biting her lip, Brooke stood up and walked towards the bathroom door, composing herself and looking a mixture of nervous and excited. She pulled the door open and stepped out into the room, shutting the door behind her.
Frank was sat on the edge of the bed and Brooke put her hand over her stomach before dropping it back to her side and slowly moving over to him. She climbed onto the bed, crawling over to the side he sat, and she sat behind him, leaning in to whisper softly in his ear. “I’ve got some news for you.” She kissed her ear, sucking on his lobe as she planted her hands on his shoulders. “Remember our talk last week about decorating and wanting a bigger house?” she was breathing softly on his ear.
She smiled and dropped down, lying behind Frank, her head resting on his pillow and looking up at him as she ran her hand over her stomach. “I think we might be needing that extra room.”
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Post by Natasha on Jan 6, 2007 3:45:18 GMT -5
The longer Frank sat and waited, the more he wondered if Brooke had fallen asleep in the bathroom. Frowning slightly, he glanced down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs while waiting. He even got up at one point and straightened out the bed once more, lighting a couple candles, and back on his spot. Yawning behind a hand, he had no clue what could be taking his wife this long. “You okay?” Raising an eyebrow at the door, he hoped she was…
When finally the door did open, Frank glanced up suddenly and grew concerned by the look on her face. “Hey…” Offering a smile, he was caught off guard by the fact her pants were off. Grinning wider, his eyes made their way back up. Turning just slightly as Brooke moved to him, he hadn’t noticed the touch of the stomach as anything more than her moving. “Hey beautiful.” Smirking as she sat behind him, Frank closed his eyes as her breath touched his ear. It sent chills down his back.
“I’ve got some news for you.”
Moaning softly as she kissed and sucked on his hear, he gripped the duvet under them and turned his head slightly, wanting to kiss her. Then her hands were on his shoulders, and he leaned back slightly against his wife. Smiling as he turned his head slightly, he glanced back at her. Waiting for the news. What could it be?
“Remember our talk last week about decorating and wanting a bigger house?”
Frowning slightly, Frank did shiver as chills went down his back from her breath. “Mm…hm.” He tried his best to remember… Oh, right, the last night they argued. And Brooke had fallen asleep while nearly stripping him in a game of snakes and ladders. Still frowning, he was slightly confused. About to ask why, he felt Brooke move away from him. Turning around to watch her, he gave her a confused look. “Yea…?”
“I think we might be needing that extra room.”
Staring at his wife a little blankly, it took a few moments longer than one might think for it to sink in. Watching her hand run over her stomach, though, Frank’s gears started to turn. Glancing at the bathroom door, he lifted a hand to rest against his mouth. Extra room? Like… No way! Turning back around with his eyes wide, he stared down at Brooke. “Really?” Perhaps a fleeting thought of her boss flittered through, but he quickly pushed it aside as he stared at his wife.
“Oh… my goodness… oh… when? When did you…” Laughing, he grinned wide and reached out to gently rest on her stomach. “Really?” Wow, and to think they had been so careful… Amazing what accidents can happen. Licking his lips, he couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh… wow, wow Brooke! No, that’s… wow.” Like an idiot, he got off the bed and did a little fist pump. He still had it. It was a happy thought for the man who occasionally felt a lot older than he should've. “Wow… But how? We were… so careful…”
Licking his lips again, he laughed and got back on the bed, crawling over until he was over his wife, kissing from her stomach up to her lips. Gently, he caressed where he kissed, leaning on his side next to her. “It’s kind of exciting… No, really exciting.” Grinning as he kissed her stomach again, he moved up to her lips and quickly kissed them. “A daddy again? Wow.” He couldn’t stop. Pulling up on her shirt a little more, he continued to caress her stomach, smiling down at it. He loved the idea of having another. Frowning in slight concern, he did give Brooke a look. “But… I thought… you didn’t want anymore?”
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