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A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection
Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,144 Views)
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Auluna Raie
January 17, 2012, 12:17 am
Like the old saying goes: God gave man a penis and a brain, and only enough blood to run one at a time...
:lol: :lol:
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Auluna Raie
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kirks_wife
January 17, 2012, 12:22 am
Auluna Raie
January 17, 2012, 12:17 am
Like the old saying goes: God gave man a penis and a brain, and only enough blood to run one at a time...
EXACTLY! :lol: :lol:
And then there's Gravity... :rolleyes:
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I just felt so sad as Marcella did :(

I'm not kidding when I say that I was about to cry too :blush:

James's behavior was the worse, he didn't thought in his kids? They are not children anymore and maybe he could lose the trust of them. He need to talk with them but especially with Marcella, poor girl.
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Marcella put herself to bed that night without venturing downstairs for her usual hot chocolate. Her mother noticed she had gone without and visited her daughter at 11pm. She often studied late into the night, and at least three times a week she would find Marcella still awake at 2am reading, or asleep on her macbook at her desk. Tonight, when Francesca knocked gently on her daughter’s bedroom door, Marcella was in bed: her eyes were red and swollen from her tears, and she still sobbed in big inhaling breaths.

‘Marcella!’ she hugged her daughter tightly immediately. Her mother stroked her messy blonde hair from her tear stained face.

‘What’s wrong darling?’ she asked. Marcella couldn’t speak, couldn’t utter the words to explain what had broken her heart so badly. Instead, she showed her mother.

‘Mom, can you pass me my macbook?’ she said sadly. Francesca did as her daughter asked, wondered what could possibly have upset her so much.

Marcella sat up in bed and opened her computer, going straight to the webpage she had saved, she turned the screen to show her mother. Francesca’s eyes widened in alarm as her eyes scanned the page. The image of James with Hannah—the younger woman she had met herself on several occasions, who James admitted to cheating on her with, over and over again for the past four years. She had not known when she left him, that he had fathered a baby with Hannah. This was a complete and utter shock to her. The baby looked around 6-7 months old, and she had left James nearly 14 months ago. She was furious, so he had fathered a child with her while they were still together!

‘Mommy, is it true?!’ Marcella cried. Francesca’s eyes were still taking in the photos—James held the baby boy close to his chest, lovingly, as though he were his own. It was clear he was with Hannah—they walked hand in hand as though they were a married couple. Francesca’s face fell, and she tried her hardest not to produce tears in front of her daughter. She took a deep breath before she spoke.

‘I know who she is, your father has been seeing her for a long time’ Francesca admitted sadly. She didn’t want her daughter to know that her father had been unfaithful.

‘What? Daddy was cheating on you?!’ Marcella’s face widened.

‘Oh darling, please don’t think too much about it’ Francesca apologised, she had never wanted to have this conversation with any of her children.

‘So he’s got a new family now, he’s never going to visit us anymore!’ Marcella cried loudly. Francesca wondered if her daughter was right.

‘I’m very mad with him still for the things that he did’ Francesca tried to explain cordially.

‘Please don’t stop him from coming to see us!’ Marcella cried.

‘I have never done that, Marcella!’ Francesca replied sadly. ‘I have always welcomed James coming to visit you all here’.

‘He hasn’t called me for ages!’ she cried again. Francesca hugged her youngest daughter sadly.

‘I will talk to him tomorrow, don’t you worry!’ Francesca vowed darkly.

‘So are you getting divorced?’ Marcella sobbed. She pointed to the story online.

‘No, no! Your father and I are not divorced sweetheart, you know that’ she explained.

‘But, you haven’t got back together and you say you don’t want to either, so you must be getting divorced!’ Marcella cried. It was plain to see why her young mind thought that way. Francesca paused, wondering what to admit to her daughter about her failed marriage.

‘I was very unhappy, Marcella. It’s not that I don’t love your father anymore—I do, very much, I just could not take the things he was doing to me or to all of us anymore. Sometimes, people need to go, and have some space to think’ she explained carefully. Marcella processed her mother’s confession.

‘But if you still love him and he didn’t want you to leave, then why would he do this?’ she cried. The truth still didn’t add up to her. Francesca sighed again, she was going to have to teach Marcella a hard lesson.

‘Men don’t always do things for love’, Francesca explained painfully to her daughter. ‘You don’t have to be in love with someone to have sex, or to have a baby’ she revealed honestly. Marcella’s innocent face was confused.

‘And sometimes, when people are really hurting, they do things they don’t mean just to hurt the other person’ Francesca admitted. She thought of her own brief affair with Carlos.

‘So Daddy is doing this just to hurt you?’ Marcella asked. It was an awful thought that he would deliberately do such a thing.

‘Perhaps he is’ Francesca admitted. This time, she couldn’t stop her own tears. The news had come as a shock to her too.

‘You need to sleep now darling’ she explained, closing her daughter’s laptop.

‘Don’t you worry, I will speak to your father tomorrow’ she threatened, flicking out her daughter’s bedroom light.
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fiometal
January 17, 2012, 1:12 am
I just felt so sad as Marcella did :(

I'm not kidding when I say that I was about to cry too :blush:

James's behavior was the worse, he didn't thought in his kids? They are not children anymore and maybe he could lose the trust of them. He need to talk with them but especially with Marcella, poor girl.
James has not yet informed his family he has run off with a call girl, yet again. Bad news is tough to deliver. I supposed he banked on them not finding out just yet.

But now that Francesca knows, she will KICK HISS ASS, don't you worry! And why? Because she still cares about him, of course! :wink
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RED ALERT! RED ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Helmets on and into the bunkers girls! It's go time!!!
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January 17, 2012, 1:33 am
RED ALERT! RED ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Helmets on and into the bunkers girls! It's go time!!!
:lol: :lol: :lol:

He's gonna hear her yelling all the way from Argentina.... :lol: :lol:
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January 17, 2012, 1:34 am
Auluna Raie
January 17, 2012, 1:33 am
RED ALERT! RED ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Helmets on and into the bunkers girls! It's go time!!!
:lol: :lol: :lol:

He's gonna hear her yelling all the way from Argentina.... :lol: :lol:
*burrows deeper*
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James flew all day and all night—half way across the world with me to take me home as he so desperately wanted. We arrived home to his Marin house, the house I and only ever visited in secret when his wife was absent. But this time, he welcomed me into his home as his partner. He led me upstairs and Pete brought our heavy suitcases into our bedroom. James smiled at me holding my son enjoying our new surroundings. The two of us looked around the room at each other, appreciating the new space that we now shared. Francesca’s half of the walk-in wardrobe was completely empty, and the house seemed oddly bare with only James’ things remaining.

‘Make yourself completely at comfortable, I want you to feel safe here. This is your new home’ James promised. I kissed him in kind thanks. Being here with him meant everything to me.
We wandered through the house, and this time James gave me a more detailed tour—previously, she had only been to the lounge, his garage and his bedroom. Now he showed me the home cinema, the library upstairs, the music room, the spare rooms, his children’s vacant rooms, and the sauna. We returned to the bedroom we now shared to unpack. I lay Anthony calmly on our bed and he slept happily. James kissed me longingly, slow-dancing as we shared our dreams for each other and our new family in this space.

‘James, we need to get some new baby gear’ I explained. ‘We need a cot, a proper bed for him. He will still need to be in here with us for a few months’ I explained. He nodded, he knew he had done this before three times already with his own children.

‘We don’t have that stuff here anymore, we had our babies at a different house’ he explained. ‘I’ll send Barbara out to get some stuff, I want you to rest. Lars doesn’t mind if I ask her to do things for me occasionally—now that Ray….’ James trailed off. It was clear he missed his former assistant. Barbara’s name struck an angry chord in my psyche.

‘James?’ I asked matter of factly, and he listened carefully.

‘Did Ray ever used to fancy Barbara?’ James’ face twitched, he didn’t know where my jealous question was coming from. His face told me that he certainly knew the answer.

‘Ray and Barbara were together for a few years, he nearly married her once’ James confessed. I knew the story instantly—Ray had told me James had once stolen his girlfriend. He had neglected to tell me it was Barbara—Lars’ assistant.

‘Why? Does it matter?’ James asked. I shook my head, but a few stray tears had already wet my face.

‘What is it?’ James asked.

‘He lied, why would he lie to me about that?’ I asked myself out loud. James sat slowly on the king sized bed next to me and shared me the truth of Ray’s secret. I thought he seemed slightly ashamed.

‘A long time ago, Ray and Barbara both lived with us. She didn’t work for Lars yet, she was just Ray’s girlfriend. And well, Lars fancied her, and she lived in my house, so I slept with her a few times, just to piss Lars off. And it worked. But, I feel really awful about it, I didn’t know Ray loved her, I just thought they were kids messing around’ James revealed.

‘Ray resented you for it’ I revealed. James looked at me carefully for an explanation.

‘Did you know she was the only woman—before me—that he ever slept with? He loved her!’ I explained. James shook his head with a short laugh.

‘I know that not to be true, believe me. That is NOT true’ he scoffed. ‘Ray had so many girlfriends this past decade, I can’t even count’ James said. ‘We even moved him out into the unit over there so he could have space to bring girls in and out of the house!’ he said. My mouth dropped open a little. I had genuinely believed Ray when he assured me I was only the second woman he had ever been with.

‘Fuck, he even tried it on with Francesca once!’ James chortled. My eyes widened. James threw his dirty socks roughly across the room from his suitcase.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ I asked.

‘I am not kidding’ James replied a little more sternly. ‘Ray once tried to sleep with my wife, not long after I returned from rehab’ he recalled.

‘And you didn’t fire him!’ I asked, amazed.

‘Francesca told me it was her fault, that she led him on. She didn’t want to fire him for it, so I let it go’ James explained. He emptied his muddy tour boots from his suitcase. He had been sorting his clothes into clean and dirty piles.

I felt cheated that Ray had mislead me about so much of his past. I had never falsified my history to him.

‘The more I know, the less I ever want to see him again. I want to file for divorce’ I announced. My words hung in the air, and James half smiled at me. It was good news for him. I had been thinking of it for several weeks but had not yet articulated it outloud.

‘I will press Francesca for the same’ James replied. I nodded.

‘We’re gonna do this, alright?’ he said, standing to kiss me. His fingers hooked between mine and he held both my hands together with his.

‘I love you, Hannah’ he declared, and his crystal blue eyes sparkled with promise.
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Awwwwww :heart:

I love James hahhaha I wanna be Hanna :lol:
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fiometal
January 17, 2012, 3:53 am
Awwwwww :heart:

I love James hahhaha I wanna be Hanna :lol:
:lol: We all do! :lol:
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January 17, 2012, 3:55 am
fiometal
January 17, 2012, 3:53 am
Awwwwww :heart:

I love James hahhaha I wanna be Hanna :lol:
:lol: We all do! :lol:
I said it first! (?) :lol: :lol: jk

More please :wavey
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A week later, Francesca called James on his mobile for the third time this hour. She knew he must be screening her calls, she had tried every day this past week. They had a lot to talk about. James had been for a swim in the pool that morning with Hannah and Baby Anthony, enjoying the warmer weather that was coming. He had reluctantly left Hannah poolside in her red bikini as he returned inside . He headed upstairs to the ensuite and to collect his sunglasses and head back to the pool. On the bathroom vanity was a long, slim unopened white box. It had been some 13 years since he’d seen one of those in his house. He panicked wildly, his mind was a complete mess. He loved Hannah, but they already had baby Anthony: this was too soon. He ran down the stairs and out into the back garden towards the pool.

‘Hannah!’ he cried, a look of terror twisted his face. I had been completely surprised by his urgent return.

‘Hannah, are you pregnant?!’ he held the pregnancy test in his hand in fear. His chest was racing and I climbed from the pool quickly to greet him.

‘James, I just bought it yesterday because I wasn’t sure. I haven’t taken it yet, I really don’t know. I mean, I could be?’ I shrugged my shoulders. His hands shook with anticipation as he held my face softly in his hands.

‘Oh my God, that would be incredible!’ he whispered. I lifted his sunglasses to see the truth from his eyes.

‘Can we take it now together? I want to be there, I want to know when you find out’ he stammered. I agreed, pleased James appreciated this momentus day in our lives. We headed inside, this time, the landline phone rang over and over. James refused to answer it and I quizzed his face.

‘It’s Francesca, I don’t want to talk to her right now’ he explained. ‘This is our moment’ he continued.

‘Make me a coffee? I suggested kindly, I’ll be right back’. He nodded, he knew there would be a few minutes of nervous waiting. I returned with the developing wand, placing it on the kitchen bench in front of us. James held me in a tight hug, with his chin resting on my head. He kissed my forehead in a worried whisper.

‘Hannah…I haven’t felt this nervous in a long time!’ he admitted with a laugh to ease the moment. His eyes checked the wand again.

‘How long does it take?’ he asked sceptically.

‘Another minute, I guess’ I said.

‘Is it odd to be doing all this again, you know, having a family again?’ I asked him. He shook his head happily.

‘No, not at all! You make me feel so young and refreshed, and I love that I can do this all over again!’ My eyes flicked to the developing test as he spoke. A large minus sign had appeared on the white plastic window.

‘It’s negative, James’ I apologised. He kissed me, shaking his head gently.

‘No matter, it’s alright’ he exhaled. He seemed mighty relieved. He held me still in a long tight hug for a minute as my hand held the test in sad realisation.

‘Han, can we talk about something for a minute?’ he requested. I withdrew from his arms, we needed to discuss this. It had been an unplanned surprise.

‘I love being Ant’s daddy at the moment, that’s really special. But I really don’t know if I could handle a second baby right now’ he admitted. I completely agreed.

‘James, I know! Really, I wasn’t planning another pregnancy’ I explained. He nodded. ‘So contraception, for now?’ he asked, I agreed with him, offering a warm kiss.

‘That said, I would love to have a baby with you one day soon’ he confessed. ‘A planned baby!’ he added with a hearty laugh.

‘Oh James!’ I kissed him thankfully.

James’ mobile vibrated angrily on the kitchen bench.

‘Jesus, I better answer this’ he groaned. He lifted his iphone reluctantly to his ear.

‘Hello?’ he said gruffly. I listened to Francesca’s angry voice down the line. She was already crying and yelling at him in frustration.

James! Another baby! With her! Of all people! How could you? And how could you not tell me? You know Marcella, your beautiful clever daughter saw photos of you on the internet, she saw you with Hannah! That slut you’re with now! You got her pregnant James! And while we were still together! She cried loudly in disbelief. My eyes widened as I heard Francesca’s incorrect assumptions down the line. James wanted to say as little as possible to her. He responded gruffly.

‘Is Ray is there with you?’ he growled.

‘What does Ray have to do with this!’ she cried.

‘It has everything to do with Ray!’ James yelled. ‘ASK HIM!’ he bellowed, disconnecting the phone.

‘Can you believe that?’ James asked me incredulously.
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January 17, 2012, 4:26 am
*makes like a turtle and hides in her own helmet*
:lol: :lol:

Ray's about to get burned! :angry
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