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A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection
Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,134 Views)
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January 24, 2012, 1:24 am
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January 24, 2012, 1:17 am
Voxx
January 24, 2012, 1:13 am
Okay, so I was waaaaaay off.

But I liked your fantasy much better! :heart: :heart:

Soooo good. Well worth staying up for!

James is one lucky birthday boy. His lady takes care of him :biggrin
I'm curious what your guess was! :P

And thank you! He is very lucky indeed! :heart: :heart:
Oh my god...

Well I was thinking, hmm what are James' interest. So I'm thinking well duh, music. But that would be too obvious. Then I'm thinking he likes to draw, but then how does that translate into a fantasy. Nothing really sexy about drawing. Then I thought, he likes hunting...maybe some weird "I'm gonna hunt you down and get you" scenario :lol: :lol: I really had no idea!

To be honest, I totally forgot his love of cars lol :blush: I know, how could I?

But loved it. So good! :heart:
He's not into shooting anymore, he let that go after rehab. I think his cars (and his family) consume his spare time these days! :D

Thanks again! :heart:
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January 24, 2012, 1:26 am
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Oh my god...

Well I was thinking, hmm what are James' interest. So I'm thinking well duh, music. But that would be too obvious. Then I'm thinking he likes to draw, but then how does that translate into a fantasy. Nothing really sexy about drawing. Then I thought, he likes hunting...maybe some weird "I'm gonna hunt you down and get you" scenario :lol: :lol: I really had no idea!

To be honest, I totally forgot his love of cars lol :blush: I know, how could I?

But loved it. So good! :heart:
He's not into shooting anymore, he let that go after rehab. I think his cars (and his family) consume his spare time these days! :D

Thanks again! :heart:
Ahh, I learned a new fact tonight! :biggrin
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Francesca knelt on the hard wooden pew in an empty church holding her rosary from James in her hand. She had come to church on a Wednesday morning to meditate on her decision to divorce her husband. Many years ago, in 2001, she had thought it was what she wanted. She had drafted papers herself which divided their fortune and specified a separation agreement. But James had not agreed. He had left rehab with what she could only describe as a divine change in spirit. He had become a wholly new person, or at least, he had lost the shell of armour, the rude apparent exterior that he had built up around himself. She had loved the man who had returned from the clinic in Arizona. To her delight, the man she had married was not far from the surface. After a short while, when he returned, she stayed living apart from him until she realised the truth of his change. They had moved house to start again. James had built them a family home on the land he had bought back in 1992. They had restarted their life and welcomed Marcella into their family not long after. She had thanked her divine spirits that her husband had found the strength to rediscover himself.

With the support of his family, he had succeeded at staying clean for over eight years. It was not until Francesca had discovered in the summer of 2010—nearly a year after the fact—that her husband had found comfort in another woman and broken the covenants of their marriage. She had stayed then to strengthen him—thinly disguised as a selfish move to stop herself falling apart at his betrayal. The following summer, when she learned that he had done the very same, she knew it was the end of her ability to trust him. There was nothing he could do to replace the loss of faith that she felt in him. For the sake of her children, she hung on another year in 2012, but at the end of it, she couldn’t stay. She had made up her mind three months before she had taken the children to her parent’s place in Colorado in January. Her mother had congratulated her on her bravery, on sacrificing her marriage for her children. But recently, she felt like her children had taken all the sacrifices for her.

She had not wanted a divorce--just a separation that paused her husband’s cheating mind for thought, but still, she had expected it when James presented her with the papers. Still, to this day, with her signature on the agreement in her bag, she did not believe in the end of their marriage. But she had long since felt a loss of faith in him, a loss of love, and a loss of trust. Ultimately, this was what had led her to her knees in this place. And now, she sought divine guidance, on anything, anything at all, as she counted her Hail Mary’s.

Her mind was still. She stood, opening her eyes to face the light which glowed through the stained glass windows of the church. Her lawyer’s office was a short drive away. She took a deep breath, she had done everything she could for their marriage and this was it. It was over. She had never loved or loathed anyone more than she had, James Alan Hetfield.
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Omg poor Fran :(

she faced a lot of things because of James, but I think he loves Fran yet but in a friendly way, I mean more than love is gratitude for all the thing that she did for him, and for the 3 kids that she gave to him to become a father, I'm sad for the divorce but at the same time I'm happy because James is happy with Hannah....so now, I don't know which team I wanna join hahaha

Moarrr!!!! :heart:
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January 24, 2012, 3:52 am
Omg poor Fran :(

she faced a lot of things because of James, but I think he loves Fran yet but in a friendly way, I mean more than love is gratitude for all the thing that she did for him, and for the 3 kids that she gave to him to become a father, I'm sad for the divorce but at the same time I'm happy because James is happy with Hannah....so now, I don't know which team I wanna join hahaha

Moarrr!!!! :heart:
Yes, it is sad. And that's my aim, to confuse you all! :lol:

I love that you all have teams btw! :lol:
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At home that evening, Francesca had sat the kids down to talk. They were arranged on the couches in the lounge. Castor had brought with him his portable PS2.

‘Castor, please can you put that down for a moment?’ she asked calmly. It was not her usual angry tone. He was surprised at her and did as he was told. Cali seemed not to know the reason for their meeting, but Marcella suspected with a painful sorrow. She rested her chin on her knees, and pulled her legs tightly into her chest.

‘When your father was here last month, we had a talk’ she began, ‘and one of the things we talked about was whether we would stay together or not’. Castor jumped quickly to conclusions interrupting his mother’s speech.

‘Are we going home to live with Dad again?!’ he asked in a joyful yelp. Marcella shook her head at her older brother.

‘No, stupid!’ she said. Ordinarily, Francesca would have scorned her daughter for insulting her brother, but today, Marcella was quite right. She continued with her explanation to her children as though she had not heard.

‘Your father and I have decided to get a divorce’ she explained painfully. ‘That means that in another month, we will be legally separated, and I will no longer be his wife’. Cali’s lip trembled horribly into a sudden wail as she looked at her younger sister for support. Marcella seemed to know all this already, her face was sad, but not surprised. Francesca stood to hug her eldest daughter.

‘Don’t worry Cali!’ she held her tightly in a warm hug. ‘We still love you all very much’ she spoke to all her children.

‘You can all ask me anything you want’ Francesca said openly, sitting once more. Cali cried softly into a cushion, and Marcella wiped stray tears from her face. Francesca suspected Marcella would grieve the most for her father, but out of sight. Castor stared deadpan at his mother in a stunned gaze. He had not yet cried or showed signs of processing her announcement.

‘Castor? Honey…’ she tried to stir his mind from the thoughts that frightened him.

‘Does this mean we won’t see Dad ever again? He won’t visit us anymore?’ he asked painfully. They had all noticed recently that James had been visiting them less and less frequently over time.

‘No! Of course you will’ she tried to reassure her children’s worst fears.

‘I want to go and live with Dad! I hate it here! I don’t want to stay in Argentina!’ Castor yelled. His pale face had turned an angry red. The girls watched their brother’s outburst quietly.

‘Darling, it’s not that easy’ Francesca began.

‘Why, doesn’t he want me?’ Castor yelled, this time, his face burst into rough tears. Marcella had processed this months earlier, she spoke to her brother kindly this time.

‘Dad has a new girlfriend and she has a baby. They live together in our house in California’ she explained. Francesca nodded briefly. Castor ran from the room, and his feet pounded the wooden stairs hard. Francesca let him go for now.

‘Is this what Dad wants?’ Cali asked suddenly. ‘Is he doing this so he can get rid of us?

‘Not at all, darling. Your father and I still both love you very much’ she repeated. She knew the children would find it hard to accept that the divorce was not about them.

‘I miss Daddy!’ Cali cried to her mother. ‘Can we please go and see him? Please?’ Marcella’s face begged her mother for the same.

‘I’ll ask him’ she promised with a hopeful nod.

........

James answered his phone without registering the caller. He held baby Anthony on his knee. He had just successfully fed him while Hannah showered.

‘Hello?’ he asked quickly.

‘James, this is Marcus Redkin, how are you?’ his lawyer asked. James’ blood froze. He knew a call from his lawyer would mean an answer either way from Francesca.

‘I have just received advice from Francesca’s lawyer that she has agreed to a divorce’ he explained. I will process the request at the county court and the clerk should make it official by the 20th’ he explained. That was only 8 days away.

‘Good luck’ he offered his client. James was unable to speak, he had not imagined it would all happen so quickly.

‘Uh, thanks’ he said, ending the call. He returned his phone to his pocket in slow surprise. He couldn’t believe it, he was a free, free to live his life as he wanted with Hannah. He smiled at Anthony’s small face that adored him. An unexpected tear fell from his eye and he wiped it quickly before Hannah emerged. The bathroom door opened, and she stepped out with a towel around her chest. I noticed James looked utterly shell-shocked.

‘My lawyer just called’ he began. ‘Francesca has agreed to a divorce’.

I felt faint at the revelation, and thought immediately of Ray with a guilty lurch. I had to ask for my own divorce, I just needed time.
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Ok now I wanna know what's gonna James think, about that Hannah didn't talk with Ray yet :biggrin

Awesome story!!!! :horns2 :heart:
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January 24, 2012, 4:13 am
Ok now I wanna know what's gonna James think, about that Hannah didn't talk with Ray yet :biggrin

Awesome story!!!! :horns2 :heart:
James doesn't know Hannah hasn't talked to Ray yet. :o
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January 24, 2012, 4:14 am
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January 24, 2012, 4:13 am
Ok now I wanna know what's gonna James think, about that Hannah didn't talk with Ray yet :biggrin

Awesome story!!!! :horns2 :heart:
James doesn't know Hannah hasn't talked to Ray yet. :o
that's beacuse this is gonna be more interesting! :lol: :heart:
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*hops out of the shark costume, into a helmet and into the bunker in one leap*
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January 24, 2012, 4:16 am
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Ok now I wanna know what's gonna James think, about that Hannah didn't talk with Ray yet :biggrin

Awesome story!!!! :horns2 :heart:
James doesn't know Hannah hasn't talked to Ray yet. :o
that's beacuse this is gonna be more interesting! :lol: :heart:
Exactly! :lol:
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January 24, 2012, 4:18 am
*hops out of the shark costume, into a helmet and into the bunker in one leap*
:lol: :lol:
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I felt faint at the revelation, and thought immediately of Ray with a guilty lurch. I had to ask for my own divorce, I just needed time.

I like Hannah less and less :rolleyes:

I want Fran back !!! :bat

James get your shit together :gah
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January 24, 2012, 4:22 am
I felt faint at the revelation, and thought immediately of Ray with a guilty lurch. I had to ask for my own divorce, I just needed time.

I like Hannah less and less :rolleyes:

I want Fran back !!! :bat

James get your shit together :gah
:lol: :lol:

Yeah, James needs a bit of a wake-up call. So does Hannah, and Ray, and Francesca. :rolleyes: My poor characters! :lol:
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James still looked pale and surprised when I handed him a morning coffee. I knew the time would come for celebration, but I accepted that there would be a lament of a part of his life that was now gone, and closed forever. Anthony sat in his high chair watching us both, smacking his hands happily on the table.

‘Dada!’ he announced triumphantly with an infantile voice. ‘Daaaaada!’ James’ face looked amazed.

‘Did you say Dada?’ he asked in an astonished voice. He lifted him from his high chair and into his arms. I was just as surprised as James, it was my son’s first word.

‘Good boy! Dada!’ James wept quietly as he held him. James was the only father Anthony knew. He would not remember Ray at his age. I joined them both in astonishment in a celebratory hug. I kissed James to warm his tears.

‘He knows you, you’re his dada now’ I reminded James. He stroked Anthony’s head with quiet amazement.

An hour later after my morning run to shake off my thoughts, I returned to the kitchen to find him sketching. Anthony was sitting next to him, watching James with great interest.

‘What are you drawing?’ I asked him softly. I admired his artwork so very much.

‘An idea for a new tattoo’ he smiled. He turned the piece of paper towards me and I saw three different versions of the same lettering: Anthony, James Anthony, Ant. Each of the three were in large cursive decorative lettering. James lifted his shirt over his head and I smiled at his bare chest. He grinned back at me knowing I adored his body.

‘It could go here, along my left shoulder’ he suggested, ‘or perhaps in the centre, just below Cali’. He measured the space with his fingers. I didn’t know what to say, I was honoured he thought of Anthony as his son. I was sure that his first word’s this morning must have reassured James that he was his daddy.

‘I’ll get my friend Corey to come up from LA this weekend and to ink it’ he said.

‘Do you want one? Have you ever thought about a tattoo?’ he asked. I shook my head. Tattoos weren’t my thing.

‘I wouldn’t know what to get’ I admitted. ‘I could draw you up something?’ he offered, but I politely declined.

‘It’s not my thing James, but I’d love for you to get his name!’ I leant over the bench to kiss him warmly. It showed his real dedication to us as his new family. He covered his other drawings secretively as I leant in to kiss him. I smiled, letting it go. I didn’t want to pry on his art.

‘I need to talk to you about something’ he began carefully while I was in a cuddly mood. I stood opposite from where he sat across the kitchen bar.

‘The kids want to come and visit me here, they haven’t been back since they left. Do you think you’re ready to meet them? I don’t want to push you, but we should start thinking about it’ James admitted. I knew, I had realised we would need to combine as an extended family at some point.

‘We could have them perhaps for thanksgiving week in November?’ he suggested. ‘It’s still a while off, three months away, and it’s something they can look forward to’. I agreed, in three months, James and I would have been living together for eight months.

‘Yes, that’s a great idea’ I smiled, although, inside I was unbelievably nervous.

James turned his attention to the pages of the local newspaper as we ate breakfast. In the back section, usually reserved for band tours, and show announcements were occasional paparazzi photos. Today, they contained four photos of James’ birthday party from last weekend. A photo of him and I chatting with guests, another with Lars and I, a third with James and I cutting his birthday cake, and a fourth of him smoothing my belly. I knew the exact moment where he had announced he had everything he needed right here. He was nostalgic from our earlier conversation about trying for a baby. Juxtaposed badly and possibly manipulated, the photograph zoomed in on my innocuous stomach that I knew was perfectly smooth and certainly not pregnant. The headline beside it read: Hetfield’s girlfriend Hannah Baxter, pictured here with her partner announcing their second pregnancy, 3rd August 2014 at Hetfield’s 51st birthday.

James turned the newspaper to me, unfazed by the headlines, He chewed on his toast as though he had read the weather report. I had the opposite reaction, my eyes widened in shock.

‘How did they find out my name? And who gave me a pregnant belly in that photo?!’ I squeaked. He turned the page without a second thought.

‘Someone who came will have sold the photos to the press’ he said nonchalant. ‘It happens all the time’.

‘Really?!’ I asked, incredulously. ‘Your friends sell you out?!’ I was astonished.

‘Friends, family’ he shrugged his shoulders. David had been the only member of his immediate family in attendance, I wonder if he meant him.

‘David did this?’ I asked in amazement.

‘Probably, yep’ James admitted. It was not a surprise to him at all. ‘He’d have got $5000 for them’ he explained. I couldn’t believe how much photographs of James would sell for.

I breathed deeply, but I was too afraid of the consequences of slandering his brother.
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