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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,141 Views) | |
| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 7:29 pm Post #151 |
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That's my plan!
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 7:31 pm Post #152 |
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Thank you!! Glad you liked it! James is giving her the silent treatment.
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 8:35 pm Post #153 |
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They had eaten dinner at the table the next night as a dysfunctional family. Now, James played board games with his kids. It was already 10:30pm and Marcella was showing no signs of slowing down in her domination of quiz knowledge. She turned to her parents desperately. ‘Please? Daddy, can you stay the night here? Mom, say it’s okay?’ she pleaded. She knew she was pushing her luck with her mother, she had already said no. ‘Only if that’s alright with your mom’ James said, knowing it would not be. Francesca sighed, her children had her backed into a corner. ‘Alright, James you can stay—but just for one night. The guest room is made up’ she said matter-of-factly. James was content enough with the sleeping arrangements: he accepted with a low smile that his children celebrated wildly. ‘Yay! Daddy!’ Marcella flung herself into his chest , and he held her close for a long moment in a loving hug with both his arms wrapped around her. ‘Alright, bed time guys’ Francesca suggested, she stood from the table and Castor and Cali followed their mother upstairs. ‘Mommy still loves you!’ Marcella whispered naughtily into her father’s ear. James grinned at his daughter’s attempt to reconcile her parents. ‘Come on, bedtime for you too!’ he announced. Marcella led her father to her room, and he sat awkwardly on her small desk chair for a talk. She rested on her bed, crossing her legs underneath her. ‘Can we still come and visit you back home, even though Hannah lives with you now?’ Marcella asked. Her first question was straight-up and direct, James had expected nothing less of his highly intelligent daughter. ‘Of course! You can all meet her sometime’ he replied. He had thought that much through—his two families would have to meet at some point. There was a short pause in their conversation , and he knew Marcella’s next question would come. ‘And Ray’s baby who lives with you—it’s the same child from the photo, isn’t it?’ Marcella had remembered the Christmas card her father had once shown her. It had been the same moment when he had learned Ray and Hannah were now a married couple. ‘Yes’ James nodded, in amazement that she had remembered. ‘His name is James Anthony’ he added. ‘We call him Anthony’ Marcella nodded quietly. ‘I want to meet them’ Marcella said suddenly, and James’ eyes widened in surprise. ‘I just want to be around you when you’re happy. If she makes you happy, then I want to see it’ Marcella explained. ‘Mommy is always so sad’ she gulped honestly. James gulped deeply at his daughter’s thoughts: she was smart beyond her years. ‘There is a lot for everybody to do before that happens’ James revealed honestly. ‘It’s a big step for you, and a big jump for Hannah too’ he explained. ‘It’s all very new to everyone’ to admitted. Marcella nodded. She had her answer, it was just a distant hope for now. ‘Alright my darling’ he stood to kiss his youngest daughter goodnight. ‘I love you so much, sweetie’ he spoke into her shoulder. He squeezed her as tightly as he could in his arms. James made his way to the largest bathroom in the house: the upstairs bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom. It was fitted with a His and Hers set of vanities and a long, wide mirror. He knocked politely hearing that Francesca was in the shower. He entered, and proceeded straight to the mirror to shave. In the reflection he saw her nude through the glass walls of the shower. Her form was completely familiar to him after 17 years of marriage, even if in his mind, the last 18 months had not counted. He watched her blonde hair, even longer under the water wet her back. With her back to him, she could not see him gazing at her into his own mirror. His eyes took the chance to trace the warm ample curves of her ass the glass reflected back to him. He filled the sink with warm water and produced foam from a can that lathered his face. He began sliding the razor in careful, smooth lines down his cheeks and across his jawline. Behind him, Francesca switched off the water, and stepped out of the shower to claim a large white towel that covered her nude body. She wrapped herself carefully to keep from his wandering eyes. She dried her long hair and James watched longingly—it was the one thing he loved the most about her appearance. He finished his shave, splashing fresh water across his face. The sink drained noisily against the sound of her hairdryer. Neither had spoken since he had entered. He dried his face with a towel and squeezed a few drops gently into both his eyes. She too had finished and she admired herself in the mirror, brushing her golden hair beside him. He couldn’t take not touching her anymore. He moved to stand behind her, stroking her hair loose around her face and collecting it into a pony-tail behind her head. He took the hair-tie from her hand and tied her hair gently. Their eyes met in the mirror, and he observed his beautiful wife serenely. His hands smoothed her bare shoulders, wishing he could see her body under the towel. His eyes paused on her bare neck, desperate to kiss and taste every inch of her. His eyes followed hers to her bedroom through the open ensuite door. She rejected his thoughts immediately. She knew from experience he was so good at make-up sex: he was unbelievably convincing in bed. ‘James, you’re sleeping with another woman!’ she refused plainly. ‘Goodnight’ she announced simply, leaving him alone in the bathroom, clicking the adjoining door shut behind her. |
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| Voxx | January 20, 2012, 8:43 pm Post #154 |
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Now you've got me all confused! I can't decide if I want James and Fran to work things about and go back to being a family, or if I want James and Hannah to be a family. Both seem equally good! It's the mark of great writing! You're such a tease! I want moooore!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 20, 2012, 8:51 pm Post #155 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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She is making him wait and beg? Coz I know she wants him back but hmm? Yeah, like you don't know Moar!!!
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 8:59 pm Post #156 |
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Thank you! Yes--this writer wants to keep you waiting and wondering! |
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 9:00 pm Post #157 |
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She's risking it a bit, hoping he'll choose her over a much younger, sexier, more adventurous woman...
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 20, 2012, 10:03 pm Post #158 |
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Ohhhh God! I thought that they.... hahahah , this is getting more interesting everytime!
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 10:10 pm Post #159 |
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No! They didn't! She said no and slammed the door in his face!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 20, 2012, 10:11 pm Post #160 |
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hahahah but I wanna more action
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 10:33 pm Post #161 |
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The next night, he stayed at the hotel without even questioning whether he was welcome to stay another night in his own home with his family. Francesca had said yes to one night only, so he had not pushed the matter. He arrived the following morning with the gifts he had bought from Europe. They sat together on the lounge floor like it might’ve been Christmas. Castor ripped his open first—it was a French national football shirt. The second accompanying present was a pair of blue and yellow Adidas football boots. He gasped happily pulling both on immediately. Cali’s present was a range of expensive French fabrics for her latest sewing projects, and some beads and jewels to sew with. She thanked her father with a surprising squeal. She had made her own prom dress the year before, it was the perfect present. For Marcella, James wasn’t sure what he could do to top the telescope. Instead, he offered her a book from the Louvre of the Impressionist artists he knew she loved. She opened the book to read frantically, disappearing into her own world. James turned to Francesca, she smiled as she watched her children enjoy their gifts. ‘This is for you’ he said quietly, offering her a long slim, red parcel. The top of the slim box has the silver word: Dior. She opened it silently with thankful eyes, surprised that James had bought her something too. She titled the slip, and a long silver chain slid out. She caught it with one hand admiring, the jewels on the strand. It was a French-style rosary bead necklace with pink rose quartz and floral silver beads adorned in a row. She gasped, it was incredible. James admired her smile and his hand slid to her knee quietly. He smoothed her leg, pleased she appreciated his gift. She held the rosary in her hand, and her eyes watered silently as she watched her children share their gifts happily. She turned to her husband, blinking her happy tears away. ‘Thank you James!’ she breathed quietly. His eyes caught hers and they looked longingly at each other for a brief moment. He had thought she moved closer to him for a second. He was preparing himself to kiss his wife gently, but she turned away and stood from where she sat with him. ‘Okay guys, lunch time!’ she announced. She was clearly emotional as she said it. James stood to help her, smoothing her waist with his warm hands. ‘James, please, don’t….’ she uttered. He was sorry that she still didn’t want him to touch her. ‘Okay’ he backed off, a little offended. ‘I’ll take the kids out this afternoon and we’ll be back after dinner’ he said matter-of-factly. She nodded. Fine. ........ Tuesday morning was his last day with his family in Buenos Aires. He had thought long and hard about this, but he needed finally to sit down and talk with his wife. There was no way around it and this trip had only sealed his decision. She had agreed to speak to him, and he brought his luggage with him from the hotel, leaving his suitcase in the hallway while they met behind a closed door in the front lounge. It was a much smaller, private room. Francesca used it as a reading room, and her books lined the walls. There were two long couches on either wall, and James sat awkwardly on the furthest one, and she sat closest to the door. He had brought a small leather bag in with him, he unzipped a thin document wallet and laid it on the coffee table. Her heart froze when she saw a thin stack of papers inside. ‘Francesca’ he began. ‘This isn’t working, I don’t know how to go on, and clearly, you don’t want to move on from this. I can see you don’t want to rekindle anything, and I think enough time has passed that if we were going to get back together, we would have’ he said plainly. ‘So, I’ve had my lawyer draft up some notes…’ he didn’t want to say the word divorce he couldn’t bring himself to. ‘I’ll give you half, plus anything else you want. You can have this house in your name, and we can discuss the cash settlement later. I promise I’ll be fair to you’ he finished as best he could without crying. He opened the folder and offered her a copy of his lawyer’s draft. Her eyes watered immediately at the words: ‘Severance of Marital Assets’. Her eyes scanned the page. It articulated that her half of James’ fortune was $348 million US dollars. She let the papers fall back to the table. She didn’t want to know how much she would get if they divorced. That didn’t concern her in the slightest. She could only think of her children’s broken hearts. She couldn’t stop herself from crying openly. ‘James!’ she sobbed. ‘Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden? Do you want to marry her?’ she asked bitterly. James did not reply. He only wanted a future without limitations with Hannah. She was asking Ray for the same amicable split. ‘You don’t have to say anything now, please, take it to your lawyer, take some time and think about it’ James offered in a peaceful voice. He stood to leave, he had nothing else to say. |
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| Voxx | January 20, 2012, 10:50 pm Post #162 |
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Oh no! You cruel, cruel woman! Right now, I find that I'm leaning towards team Fran! I can't help it. The thought of them sitting around as a happy family just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy! I don't want them to get divorced! I hope Fran says no! God, you kill me. But in a good way! I'm totally hooked. Edit: You spoil us when you post more than one update in a day! I love it! Edited by Voxx, January 20, 2012, 10:51 pm.
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 10:52 pm Post #163 |
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THANKS!!! And yes, I love being cruel. We'll have to see! And I often post up to 7 updates in a day if I have time! |
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| Nah Bruno | January 20, 2012, 10:59 pm Post #164 |
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Just caught up the last updates! OH NO THE PAPERS. I'm kind confuse too, to be honest I think he should have both woman and both families! But the kids break my heart always Fran for sure won't agree. She doesn't want him back right now, but I think in her mind, she is just waiting some more time. But its unfair of her to want James all alone. And where is Ray? More as soon as you can
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| Deleted User | January 20, 2012, 11:02 pm Post #165 |
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Haha! James can't have both, and Fran has to stop playing games. If she wants him, she's gotta step up and say so. Ray is back in London. He has been since Francesca sent him home/kicked him out. He's back at work, and Hannah is refusing to take his calls. He knows now that she's living with James in California. Hannah will need to make contact with him soon. |
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Moar!!! 
hahahah but I wanna more action

8:42 PM Jul 10