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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 (25,101 Views) | |
| Deleted User | February 22, 2012, 12:30 am Post #751 |
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James is teaching him that speaking the language is not necessary--he just needs to know how to get the girls! Castor will figure it out himself, I'm sure. He's James' son after all! Glad you liked them reconnecting! James managed to keep his thoughts about Hannah out of it this time!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | February 22, 2012, 3:55 am Post #752 |
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Damn!!! I love to see James and Fran together and I wanna know what's going on on Marcella's birthday!
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| Deleted User | February 22, 2012, 4:22 am Post #753 |
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Thanks! Glad you like it! Yes, the birthday party is next.
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| Deleted User | February 22, 2012, 4:58 am Post #754 |
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Marcella swung open the door to the guest room at 6am, expecting to find her father sleeping. Instead, she found that the bedroom was empty. She paused in the doorway for a moment, confused, but also knowing exactly where he would be. She ran straight to her mother’s room and ran in without announcing herself. ‘Marcella!’ Francesca sat up quickly holding a sheet to her chest. She was naked and not in her usual pyjamas now that James was sharing a bed with her. James slept soundly through the intrusion. ‘Your father’s asleep!’ she whispered harshly, ushering Marcella out of her bedroom with her hand. Really, she was just embarrassed of being caught in bed with James. ‘Go downstairs!’ she mouthed. She knew Marcella would want to open her presents as early as possible. They were still hidden in their wardrobe. Francesca turned to the sight of James’ sleeping body next to hers. She hadn’t the heart to wake him. She watched him sleep for ten minutes more, before knowing her daughter would not be able to wait much longer. ‘James?’ she whispered softly. She kissed his temple to rouse him gently. His eyes opened painfully, it was very early for a Saturday morning on holiday. ‘Marcella just barrelled in here—she wants to open her presents’ Francesca smiled. She had been glad James had not chosen to wake her for sex early this morning. James stretched his sleepy arms. ‘Okay’ he yawned wide. He stood, dressing in his pyjama pants and yesterday’s white t-shirt and headed downstairs where Marcella so eagerly waited. Francesca followed carrying a selection of her daughter’s birthday presents. They would open the rest at her birthday party that evening. ‘Happy 14th Birthday!’ James kissed her on the cheek and she smiled gratefully. Her face was still processing the realisation that her parent’s had shared a bed for an entire night for the first time in many years. James had been sneaking back to the guest room after sex with Francesca this past week. ‘Thanks Dad!’ she took the first present from her father’s hand. It was a rectangular shaped box that was surprisingly light. She shook it first and its contents rattled, before ripping the wrapping back excitedly. ‘OOOOOH! An iphone! Thanks Dad!’ ‘I thought you were old enough for a mobile now’ he smiled. She nodded excitedly. Francesca offered her a second present: a shopping bag with handles from Macy’s. Inside, was a dress she and Francesca had picked out for her birthday party tonight. It was a blue satin dress with a large ruffled collar. James’ eyes turned wide: he remembered Hannah once wearing something similar but in black. He daughter’s dress was much less revealing than Hannah’s, but even still, the comparison frightened him. His nervous eyes found Francesca’s. ‘Hmmm?’ she asked him. ‘Nothing’ he replied. Marcella held the dress excitedly to her chest. ‘I have another present for you honey, but I’ll give it to you tonight after the party, ok?’ he smiled. She wrapped her arms around her father’s neck happily. ‘I’m so glad you’re here, Daddy!’ she said into his shoulder. He hugged her tightly, remembering the little girl she had once been. He was glad she still called him daddy. That night, the house was filled with Marcella’s friends, and the worst latin pop songs James had ever heard. He hid in the kitchen, wishing that there was alcohol at this party—if only the guests weren’t too young to drink. He had thought perhaps, that Marcella was still his youngest and most precious child, but seeing her in an adult dress made him realise the opposite, that his youngest daughter was also on the precipice of becoming a woman—albeit, not as advanced as her older sister. The thought depressed him, he didn’t know if he could take all three of his children growing up so quickly. His eyes found his son in the crowd. He had expected that he might take after him—avoiding the life of the party. Castor sat characteristically detached by himself in the corner. The girls around him from his school, whom he presumably knew, all spoke Spanish and paid no interest in him whatsoever. With a deep pain James realised ostracising Castor in Argentina where he didn’t fit in was doing him harm. He remembered feeling that way—it had been Lars who had helped make him the life of the party. James had been lucky enough to have a friend with a persona set for socialising. Castor, had apparently inherited James’ natural tendency to alienate himself. He had been about to intervene his son’s morose gaze at the floor when Francesca found him. ‘James, come and set up Marcella’s new computer screen in her room while she’s down here’ she whispered. James agreed, although he thought he only vaguely knew how to do it. He attached the new large 38inch Mac screen to her PC and tested it by starting up her computer. The large screen lit up the room. Her screen saver melted his heart. It was a photo of him holding her in arms at a stadium when she was just two. Her hair was set in short blonde pigtails. It had been taken just before Francesca had let him back into their lives. He barely recognised the 2002 version of himself. He was heavier—much heavier—with clean skin minus tattoos except for his flames and playing cards on his left shoulder. His hair was messy, his skin puffy and pale from recovering from his alcoholism—his body still showed the signs of the bloating and tiredness that had plagued him, his eyes were still jaundiced a pale yellow. He was amazed that he survived. But it was no wonder, that as the man in the photo held his daughter, that he had gained the strength to pull through. Although he didn’t like to admit it, he remembered that person with astounding clarity. He had hated that man, even though it hurt to admit he had hated himself, he had. He thought of Anthony and Ray for a moment , his mind casting painfully to Hannah. He wiped away a quick tear thinking of them—of how Anthony deserved his father in his life just as Marcella did. After a moment longer of recognising his beautiful daughter’s younger face, he shut down the computer and attached a large red bow diagonally across the left of the screen. He hoped she would like the surprise.
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| Auluna Raie | February 22, 2012, 2:41 pm Post #755 |
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d'aww, I love the pic! Thanks for letting me have control of James' panic reflexes for the party!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | February 22, 2012, 8:36 pm Post #756 |
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James is an awesome father, and I loved what he felt when he saw the pic about him and Marcella More please!!!
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| Deleted User | February 22, 2012, 9:59 pm Post #757 |
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Panic reflexes---there's no booze! He's alright--he realised looking at the photo of him and Marcella that there's no reason why he would ever go back to being a drunk again.
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| Deleted User | February 22, 2012, 10:00 pm Post #758 |
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He is Love Papa het! More coming soon...
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| Deleted User | February 24, 2012, 9:40 pm Post #759 |
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Downstairs, he joined a large crowd who sung happy birthday to his youngest daughter. He joined Francesca, standing behind her: he searched for her hand and held it warmly behind her back. Marcella’s birthday cake was a large rectangular chocolate sponge with pink frosted icing. She had fourteen gold candles set in rows. Her eyes lit up as she watched the dancing flames, making a wish before she took in a breath to blow out the candles. James caught her eye: she had paused on his face the moment her mind had made a wish. He thought he knew exactly what she wanted—her wish was hardly a secret to him. Francesca had offered him a large corner piece of cake and led him outside to the patio, shutting the door behind them. They sat at an outside table overlooking the pool and the beach beyond. ‘Do you think it’s time we tell the kids?’ he asked bravely. He had stuffed a large mouthful of cake onto a fork and downed it quickly before she could reply. She toyed with hers more delicately in thought. ‘I’m not sure about that yet, James’ she said. ‘I mean, we haven’t even talked about it properly ourselves. What are you hoping might happen? Do you just want to be together when you visit us here?’ she asked. His heart fell, is that all she thought this was? He swallowed and shook his head. ‘No—I was hoping you’d want to get back together’ he admitted. He looked painfully at the large letter ‘H’ of Happy Birthday on his corner piece. It make him think sadly of Hannah for a moment. ‘James, I don’t know about that just yet’ she seemed torn, but as though she’d thought about it prior to this conversation. ‘We need to be really sure, it affects the kids so much’ she said. He nodded, he agreed. ‘I think the kids would really love it if we got back together’ James thought out-loud, but Francesca frowned, reading it a little as blackmail. ‘James, we need to be sure’ she repeated. He noticed her voice was much more stern and serious this time. ‘You don’t feel sure?’ he asked. She looked at him incredulously. ‘Not after only two weeks of you being here, no!’ she explained. ‘This isn’t what you want? I thought…’ he was utterly confused, he had thought she loved being with him again. ‘James, what I want, is for you to want me, not to just come here because you broke up with Hannah, and see me as your second choice. It’s not good enough for me, James!’ she said angrily. He could see now that she had given him the cake to placate him for a conversation she knew was coming. His stomach twisted, he knew she was right. He also knew he shouldn’t have eaten so much of this sugar-filled cake. He stood, feeling nauseated. ‘I don’t know what you want!’ he said exasperated at his ex-wife. He confronted her with his problem openly. She smiled thoughtfully, perhaps he was getting it after all. ‘I want you to think very carefully about the things that matter to you. I don’t just want you in my bed, James. I want to know that you are over Hannah, that you’re though with messing around with other women, that you don’t still drink? I don’t want any of that in our lives again!’ she emphasised. She turned her head behind her to see her daughter celebrating happily inside, she lowered her voice. ‘Please James, just think about that, alright?’ He gulped, he would. He had a lot to think about. He assumed now that his holiday would be exactly that---his long haul suitcase had not won him a ticket to stay in Argentina with his family after all. He had tried, and she was right. He hadn’t realised what he had done—running here after Hannah had left him. No wonder she felt like his second choice. He returned inside to find the lounge was emptier than it had been before, the party was almost over, and his daughter’s friends were trickling slowly out the door. He smiled, thinking of the look on her face when she would see his gift to her. Castor’s voice appeared at his side. ‘Dad?’ he asked. James turned to his son, who now stood at his side in the kitchen. ‘How long are you staying?’ he asked. His question took James by surprise. He gulped back a few stray tears that surprised him. ‘We’ll see’ was all he could manage. |
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| Auluna Raie | February 24, 2012, 10:11 pm Post #760 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*dives into bunker* |
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 4:53 am Post #761 |
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James doesn't get to take Francesca's affections for granted--he always forgets that. He just thinks: 'It's mine, why can't I have it?' James is going home to California empty handed... |
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 8:18 pm Post #762 |
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P.S We're not far from the end now--lots more coming today! (Where is everybody?)
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| Auluna Raie | February 25, 2012, 8:24 pm Post #763 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I brought 'em all to the Shark's Den for a round of cards
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| jaymzbabe | February 25, 2012, 8:26 pm Post #764 |
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Blackened
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Don't worry we are still here waiting an update
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 8:29 pm Post #765 |
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Yay! Team Hetfield!
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