Re: Holding on..(AU, M/L, Adult) Chpt 13 & 14 1/21/09 p. 10
Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:46 am
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begonia9508
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A/N: I thought of updating this since my muse kicked in after a long time. I know you guys have questions to how Amber ended up with Max but don't worry. Gradually I'll reveal that. Hope you enjoy the next two chapters.
Chpt 13
"Daddy I finished eating all the spaghetti letters." Little Amber sung in a mantra, holding her fork in the air. "I'm a good girl aren't I?".
Max smiled as he grabbed the empty plates of the table and began washing them. "Yep, my little girl is a very good girl."
Turning the tap on, he gave the plates a quick rinse before applying the washing liquid and using the sponge to wash them. Amber picked up the glass of water and drank it.
"Princess how was school today?". Max asked while washing up the dishes.
"Well, it was okaaay." Amber put her glass down and hopped off the chair. "Mr Whitman made us write a story today."
"Is that why I found a box of chocolates in your bag?". Max teased his little girl. She was a really cheeky girl but so adorable.
"He really liked my stowy." Amber yawned and trotted her way towards the sink where Max was washing up.
Max smiled. He knew Amber was Alex's favourite student and he also knew that his sister had a huge crush on his daughter's teacher, Mr Whitman.
Max moved aside and turned the cold tap on along with the hot water so his daughter's hands wouldn't get scorched with the hot water. Amber put her tiny hands under the water. "Thankooo daddy."
When she was done, Max resumed washing and Amber dried her hands using the dishcloth. "I'm tired daddy." Amber said, watching her father dry the dishes and stack them away.
"Come on then sweetie, let's get you to bed." He said and scooped her little frame into his strong arms and carried her towards her Disney painted room.
When she slipped into her Sleeping beauty nightgown and hopped into bed, Max was busy finding a story to read his daughter as he did every night and picked her most favourite one. Smiling, he held the book close to his chest and used his large hands to cover the cover of the book to stop his daughter from peeking.
"Guess what story I'm going to read to you today?".
Amber tried to peek through the gaps between her father's fingers but she couldn't get a glimpse. Returning the smirk to her father, she waited till he sat on the stool near her bed.
"I am no good at guesses." She folded her arms and pouted.
"Come on Ambs.." Max grinned.
"Er..." Rolling her eyes, she tried to remember the story she loved the most. She had so many. But nothing could beat the one which seemed new to her every time it was read to her. "Beauty and the Beast?".
"Yess!". Max flipped the book over and showed her the cover. Amber squealed with joy.
"I LOVE THAT!". Her eyes glittered with utter joy as her father was going to read her favourite story to her. "I love that story so much! start please! Start!". Amber pleaded.
"Okay, Max sat on the stool and flipped the book open to the first page. "Right here we go..."
When she had finally drifted off to sleep, Max finished the last line and closed the book. Even he was enticed by the enchanting tale of this beautiful love. Watching his precious daughter sleep, he stood up and lifted the covers up to her neck and bent down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
Love was what he shared with his daughter. Parental love.
He really missed the love he heard about in the movies, stories and even from people around him. If people were happy in love, he envied them. He had love like that and had lost it. Love for him was short-lived.
He shook his head in denial and laid the book on the nightstand and dimmed the light down a little on the lamp. "Goodnight my angel." He whispered to his daughter and was about to leave until she, in her sleep whispered out one word.
"Mommy."
*****
"Beth! Beth!" Poppy Su Lee and Maria gasped, running towards the hyperventilating young woman who looked like she was gasping for air.
"Pops the fire!". Maria said, remembering why her friend had been knocked down in the first place. The fire wasn't much but for Liz it seemed like a inferno.
Maria took hold of Liz as everyone gathered around to watch the drama. Poppy Su Lee looked around and found a scarf hanging on the marquee and pulled it before whipped the fire down.
Liz hiccupped when Maria slapped her out of her trance. "Are you alright Beth?".
In deep breaths, she could only not. "I-I thi-think so."
"I think she needs to be inside." Poppy gasped, looking at Liz's pale face.
"Come on." Maria wheeled her inside the house while Poppy assured the guests that everything was okay.
When Maria took Liz inside the house and allowed Liz to wash her hands, she watched her and wondered why Liz had almost had a fit over two feet of flames.
"Beth...I hope you don't mind me asking this but fire? are you by chance a fire phobic?".
Liz shut the taps and wiped her hands dry. "I don't know Maria. I was never really around fire before."
"That's weird." Maria pondered, pulling a face. "So all your life you've never been around fire and now you're scared of fire?"
Liz shook her head as she stepped out of the bathroom. "Maria I have no clue what's going on. I swear, I haven't...actually I don't know my life at all."
"Because you lost all your memories five years ago." Maria repeated the words her friend had told her before. "But it's weird that you don't remember anything." She wondered as she followed her friend down the hall and into a room. "I'm surprised. I thought your parents filled you in on everything in your life what happened before the accident?".
"They did." Liz sighed, looking at the ring on her finger which her parents just told her that it was a vintage ring she brought at the local shop. They had told her everything about her life hence she had that box of memories. But something wasn't right. "They never told me about my fear of fire." Liz softly said.
"Beth, talk about leaving some details out of your life." Maria rolled her eyes. "Well, it's just a little detail. Maybe you weren't scared of fire before." Maria shrugged.
"Ah...I don't know Maria." Liz said. "I'm having little blackouts lately. I mean, it happened as far as I can remember. About a year ago, I would just see things and...well I think I'm starting to remember my life." Liz gasped.
"Wow...this could mean you could get your old self back." Maria smiled.
"Maybe." Liz said. Wondering if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
******
begonia9508
keepsmiling7
destinyc
Janetfl
A/N: I thought of updating this since my muse kicked in after a long time. I know you guys have questions to how Amber ended up with Max but don't worry. Gradually I'll reveal that. Hope you enjoy the next two chapters.
Chpt 13
"Daddy I finished eating all the spaghetti letters." Little Amber sung in a mantra, holding her fork in the air. "I'm a good girl aren't I?".
Max smiled as he grabbed the empty plates of the table and began washing them. "Yep, my little girl is a very good girl."
Turning the tap on, he gave the plates a quick rinse before applying the washing liquid and using the sponge to wash them. Amber picked up the glass of water and drank it.
"Princess how was school today?". Max asked while washing up the dishes.
"Well, it was okaaay." Amber put her glass down and hopped off the chair. "Mr Whitman made us write a story today."
"Is that why I found a box of chocolates in your bag?". Max teased his little girl. She was a really cheeky girl but so adorable.
"He really liked my stowy." Amber yawned and trotted her way towards the sink where Max was washing up.
Max smiled. He knew Amber was Alex's favourite student and he also knew that his sister had a huge crush on his daughter's teacher, Mr Whitman.
Max moved aside and turned the cold tap on along with the hot water so his daughter's hands wouldn't get scorched with the hot water. Amber put her tiny hands under the water. "Thankooo daddy."
When she was done, Max resumed washing and Amber dried her hands using the dishcloth. "I'm tired daddy." Amber said, watching her father dry the dishes and stack them away.
"Come on then sweetie, let's get you to bed." He said and scooped her little frame into his strong arms and carried her towards her Disney painted room.
When she slipped into her Sleeping beauty nightgown and hopped into bed, Max was busy finding a story to read his daughter as he did every night and picked her most favourite one. Smiling, he held the book close to his chest and used his large hands to cover the cover of the book to stop his daughter from peeking.
"Guess what story I'm going to read to you today?".
Amber tried to peek through the gaps between her father's fingers but she couldn't get a glimpse. Returning the smirk to her father, she waited till he sat on the stool near her bed.
"I am no good at guesses." She folded her arms and pouted.
"Come on Ambs.." Max grinned.
"Er..." Rolling her eyes, she tried to remember the story she loved the most. She had so many. But nothing could beat the one which seemed new to her every time it was read to her. "Beauty and the Beast?".
"Yess!". Max flipped the book over and showed her the cover. Amber squealed with joy.
"I LOVE THAT!". Her eyes glittered with utter joy as her father was going to read her favourite story to her. "I love that story so much! start please! Start!". Amber pleaded.
"Okay, Max sat on the stool and flipped the book open to the first page. "Right here we go..."
When she had finally drifted off to sleep, Max finished the last line and closed the book. Even he was enticed by the enchanting tale of this beautiful love. Watching his precious daughter sleep, he stood up and lifted the covers up to her neck and bent down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
Love was what he shared with his daughter. Parental love.
He really missed the love he heard about in the movies, stories and even from people around him. If people were happy in love, he envied them. He had love like that and had lost it. Love for him was short-lived.
He shook his head in denial and laid the book on the nightstand and dimmed the light down a little on the lamp. "Goodnight my angel." He whispered to his daughter and was about to leave until she, in her sleep whispered out one word.
"Mommy."
*****
"Beth! Beth!" Poppy Su Lee and Maria gasped, running towards the hyperventilating young woman who looked like she was gasping for air.
"Pops the fire!". Maria said, remembering why her friend had been knocked down in the first place. The fire wasn't much but for Liz it seemed like a inferno.
Maria took hold of Liz as everyone gathered around to watch the drama. Poppy Su Lee looked around and found a scarf hanging on the marquee and pulled it before whipped the fire down.
Liz hiccupped when Maria slapped her out of her trance. "Are you alright Beth?".
In deep breaths, she could only not. "I-I thi-think so."
"I think she needs to be inside." Poppy gasped, looking at Liz's pale face.
"Come on." Maria wheeled her inside the house while Poppy assured the guests that everything was okay.
When Maria took Liz inside the house and allowed Liz to wash her hands, she watched her and wondered why Liz had almost had a fit over two feet of flames.
"Beth...I hope you don't mind me asking this but fire? are you by chance a fire phobic?".
Liz shut the taps and wiped her hands dry. "I don't know Maria. I was never really around fire before."
"That's weird." Maria pondered, pulling a face. "So all your life you've never been around fire and now you're scared of fire?"
Liz shook her head as she stepped out of the bathroom. "Maria I have no clue what's going on. I swear, I haven't...actually I don't know my life at all."
"Because you lost all your memories five years ago." Maria repeated the words her friend had told her before. "But it's weird that you don't remember anything." She wondered as she followed her friend down the hall and into a room. "I'm surprised. I thought your parents filled you in on everything in your life what happened before the accident?".
"They did." Liz sighed, looking at the ring on her finger which her parents just told her that it was a vintage ring she brought at the local shop. They had told her everything about her life hence she had that box of memories. But something wasn't right. "They never told me about my fear of fire." Liz softly said.
"Beth, talk about leaving some details out of your life." Maria rolled her eyes. "Well, it's just a little detail. Maybe you weren't scared of fire before." Maria shrugged.
"Ah...I don't know Maria." Liz said. "I'm having little blackouts lately. I mean, it happened as far as I can remember. About a year ago, I would just see things and...well I think I'm starting to remember my life." Liz gasped.
"Wow...this could mean you could get your old self back." Maria smiled.
"Maybe." Liz said. Wondering if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
******