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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 (25,100 Views) | |
| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 8:30 pm Post #766 |
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| Nah Bruno | February 25, 2012, 9:04 pm Post #767 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm still here, reading like crazy, as always
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 9:20 pm Post #768 |
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Awesome! Hi everybody! I have 3 updates coming in the next few hours
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 10:04 pm Post #769 |
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Three days later on the eve of his children’s return to school, he made preparations to leave. He had hoped that three weeks with Francesca might have convinced her that they could reconcile, but so far, she had not consented to a reunion. He at least knew, that this time, she wanted him still, even if she didn’t want him back complicating their lives. She had made her point that she would not be content as his second choice, and for now, she was at least willing to reunite with him for his monthly visits. He had tried one more time to get her to agree to tell the children, but she had refused. She did not want to put them through the confusion of their estranged parents reuniting, or the heartbreak if it fell apart. James had ferried his suitcase to the front door where it sat waiting like a soldier for his mid-afternoon taxi. Upstairs, James was watching Francesca strip their sheets from the bed. She handed him a large bundle of white sheets and he took them wordlessly to the laundry. He wanted to confess so much more to her about how he wished he had never asked her for a divorce…He had no idea that Hannah wasn’t ready and that Francesca was still in love with him. And now, as he took his frustration out on the sheets that refused to fit into the washing machine, he growled and sobbed a few stray tears. He didn’t want to leave this time—he didn’t want to go home to his empty house without her and the kids. ‘Francesca!’ he yelled out in frustration. He couldn’t see how both these sheets would fit into the washing machine. He didn’t know how to say what he felt, how to say anything, how to fix anything….A moment later she appeared in the hallway behind him. ‘What on earth?’ she asked. James had pulled out the dirty sheets in rage and thrown them on the laundry floor. ‘They don’t fit!’ he yelled. Francesca stood back in silence, knowing he was about to begin an outburst. She hadn’t witnessed him have one of these in many years. She spoke calmly to placate him. ‘James, is the machine empty? I think there’s already a load in there…’ she suggested kindly. He looked in. There fucking was too, damn it, she was always right. He added washing powder in quiet rage and slammed the machine lid down and the noisy cycle began. She had been completely calm to stop from aggravating his mood. ‘James? Come and talk?’ she suggested. She led him back to the bedroom and he followed. She sat on the end of their bare mattress in the bedroom, and she patted the space next to her. He didn’t look like he wanted to sit. He stood in front of her with his arms crossed looking like he wanted to start a fight. ‘I don’t want to leave!’ he said badly. Her face was a little surprised at his revelation. She let his words hang awkwardly in the air for a moment before she replied. ‘James, you’ll be back in a month to visit’ she said reassuringly. ‘I mean, I hate leaving here without you—why won’t you just come home?’ he yelled, he was exasperated. ‘Because we have a life here now, James! I can’t just pull the kids out of school and uproot them all again!’ ‘You did that before!’ James reminded her in a harsh yell. He added a pointing finger that made her recoil. ‘James, I don’t want to fight…’ she began. They had both heard Castor’s bedroom door open inquisitively. ‘I don’t want to fight either’ he explained, his voice dropping a little. ‘I want to tell the kids that I love you, that we’re still a family, that we might give this another shot’ he begged her again. Her face refused once more, and she shook her head again. ‘James, I’ve already told you, I don’t want to do that yet. Every time we do this, it hurts them!’ she pleaded with him to see, but he didn’t. He saw it the opposite. ‘But they would love to know we’re happy again!’ he pleaded, but she still held a sceptical look on her face. ‘Not yet!’ she said again, crossing her arms. James could not take no for an answer, but decided at least to change the subject. ‘We should go downstairs, your taxi will be here soon’ she said kindly, checking her watch. James nodded curtly, although he didn’t agree with his departure. The five of them stood in the hallway: James had just hugged each of his children in turn. Castor was particularly adamant this time, that James would not be gone for long. ‘You’ll be back to see my next football game?’ he hoped eagerly. ‘Of course!’ James smiled. A taxi outside honked it’s horn loudly. James took a warm look at Francesca, offering her a happy smile. He had been sorry he had yelled at her earlier—he had no idea how to express the regret he had at breaking up his own family. He had never wanted a divorce, how he wished he could tell her. In a moment of pure rebelliousness, he saw his chance. He had a perfect second to stand in front of his three children and kiss Francesca. He did exactly that, offering her a long, warm embrace. Marcella made a short squeal, Cali gasped in excitement and Castor’s eyes turned wide in surprise. ‘Goodbye my darling’ he grinned at Francesca. He had won after all, he didn’t have to tell the kids—he could just show them--and now they knew, that he still loved and honoured their mom. |
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| Nah Bruno | February 25, 2012, 10:37 pm Post #770 |
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God!! James's such a kid! 'Mummy, I don't wanna go home!' 'Há, you don't want me to tell them? Ok, take this! *kisses*' James, the washing machine was already full, the sheets wouldn't fit! Just like Fran's life and your fucking problems!
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 10:39 pm Post #771 |
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Yes! Who knew washing machines were so metaphorical?! Men, who don't know how to use washing machines get no sympathy from me, whatsoever!
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| Nah Bruno | February 25, 2012, 10:41 pm Post #772 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh well, what James knows how to use is enough for me
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 10:41 pm Post #773 |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | February 25, 2012, 11:01 pm Post #774 |
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hahaha I loved this chapter, James acting like a kid but for me James is desperate for not be alone, I think I wanna know more! but at the same time I don't wanna to this finish *bipolar time*
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 11:41 pm Post #775 |
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After two nights in his empty bed back in San Francisco, he had called Hannah. He had not spoken to her since their brief phone call while he had been at the museum with Marcella. He didn’t want to risk being caught talking to her with Francesca around. He also had no idea how to keep from telling Hannah that he missed her and Anthony more than he could have ever imagined. He lay in bed listening to the international dial tone, hoping she would pick up. He tried to remove the depressed tone from his voice as he answered. ‘Hello?’ I asked, although I knew it was him—I had seen his caller ID. ‘Hannah!’ he breathed warmly. I hesitated hearing the loneliness in his voice. Perhaps he was trying to hide it, but I knew better. ‘James, how are you?’ I asked plainly. My voice was not as warm, I still had the reasons why I had left him fresh in my mind. I was sure he was now home from seeing his family. ‘I’m back now from Buenos Aires’ he began. He cleared his throat nervously. ‘Sorry, but I couldn’t really talk while I was there’ he mumbled. I understood, I realised that he was probably attempting to re-unite now with Francesca. ‘How is Ray?’ James asked. I breathed in deeply—I had found that Ray’s recovery was going to be much slower than I anticipated. ‘He’s still struggling very much’ I admitted. ‘He’s quit his job at the restaurant—he doesn’t want to be around alcohol all day. He finally opened up to me and told me that it started off that he was drinking during the day, then it would be that he would arrive early and sneak a drink, or stay late a have a drink. And eventually, when the others realised his problem, he would leave work early and go to a pub down the road and drink there instead. I didn’t know any of this’ I explained. James knew, he had been the master of sneaky addiction-fuelled behaviour. ‘Lars tells me that Ray called him, and he wants to go back to High Profile Personal Assistance?’ James revealed. I knew I could count on Lars to share the news. ‘Yes’ I revealed. I knew Ray had loved his former position working for James, it suited him and his loyal personality. ‘He’s already interviewing’ I said, although at this point, I only wanted to tell James what he needed to know. ‘I know that he’d really love your verbal reference, James. Lars has already vouched for him, but he really needs your verbal reference since he worked for you for so long. He doesn’t want to have to ask Francesca’ I finished awkwardly. ‘So you and Ant are back at your place with Ray?’ James asked. ‘No’ I said. ‘We’re not together. I only visit Ray so he can see Anthony. I’m staying at my sister’s place, helping her with her son’ I said. I hadn’t told James, but I planned to give my sister Sarah a large portion of the money James had paid me for my services. ‘So how is Anthony?’ James asked kindly, I could really hear the pain in his voice and I knew that he missed him. ‘James, he misses you a lot’ I admitted. ‘He’s throwing those little temper tantrums of his all the time and asking for his dada non-stop’ I admitted. James thought of his miniature meltdown in Argentina with Francesca. ‘I just wanted to thank you for giving Anthony such a generous start to life. I promise you can always be a part of his life as he grows’ I admitted to James. He listened happily as I spoke. ‘I won’t cut you out, James’ I promised. ‘It will always be tough for Ray to understand, but I do want you in Anthony’s life’ I confessed. James’ heart did a joyous cartwheel in his chest. He knew that he did too. ‘I’ll let you know if Ray gets a new job’ I said. ‘I visit him with Anthony every day—I’m letting him stay in my house until Sarah and I decide what we’ll do. We might buy a house and be solo mum’s together’ I suggested. ‘I don’t know’ I reflected out loud. James frowned down the line, it wasn’t what he imagined for Anthony, Ray and I. ‘Does Ray still love you?’ he asked—although perhaps he wasn’t sure if I would answer him. ‘Yes, he says he does’ I said honestly. I had no secrets from James these days. ‘Then you should give him a chance’ James suggested. I was surprised, I had not expected it from him. Perhaps his actions were causing him to feel more guilt than I had imagined. ‘It’s late for me here’ I apologised, cutting the call short. ‘I’ll call you next time, alright?’ I promised. James agreed. ‘Lovely to talk to you, Han’ he breathed. |
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 11:42 pm Post #776 |
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Absolutely, he is desperate not to be alone... More up!
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| Auluna Raie | February 25, 2012, 11:51 pm Post #777 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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And due to the laws of gravity, men have no choice but to think with their head that resides in the southern hemisphere. Translation: James is screwed no matter what
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 11:54 pm Post #778 |
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He knows he ain't getting Hannah back--but he's pretty damn determined that he has dibs on Francesca...
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| Deleted User | February 25, 2012, 11:56 pm Post #779 |
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Oh....where's that great white shark? *whistles* I need you to take a trip to Hawaii and get Kirk off his surf-board. He's needs to get inside and take a phone call....
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| Nah Bruno | February 26, 2012, 12:00 am Post #780 |
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Ok... I ALMOST feel sorry for him now. I liked the idea of Han and her sister being singles mothers together, in case she and Ray never got back. Good to know Han won't cut James out of Ant's life! The beginning of the call just reminded me of their old phone calls, you know... :horns2 |
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