One night, as I was gently falling asleep, this story came knocking on my dreams and since then....nagged me until I decided to put the words on paper...
Hope you will enjoy!
Josy
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Chapter 1

It happened one autumn, five year ago. I remembered the colors of the maples and oaks leaves. I remembered the chilly wind biting my skin as I walked outside of the Hoover building. The sundown blinded me and I covered my eyes with my sunglasses. My best friend was waiting for me at the bar, ready to play billiard and drink some booze: the week was wrapped up and a weekend of pizza, football games and daydreams waited for me.

My life was a long tranquil river and the only piece missing…was her. But then, I managed to mess thing up with…her. I was trying not to let guilt engulfed my soul as I was walking through the crowd. Gradually, the sunlight was fading to be replaced by the city lights. The air was becoming crispier, stronger and my tie danced around. In a swift movement, I removed it and at that moment, my cellular phone rang. I thought it was my friend calling, asking why I was taking so long. No, it was a call that would change my life. My life as I knew as it was would metamorphose completely, inevitably and I would never be the same.

I remembered how I stood still…immobile…unable to move as the words of my mother echoed in the hollowness of my soul. Sea of peoples moved around me, oblivious to my pain. I felt that I had been sucker-punched and I was falling in that sea…drowning.

Life had decided. That twist of faith had transformed my tranquil river to a stormy sea and nothing I could do to stop the waves engulfing me.

First thought upon seeing you'd posted - A Josy story!

First thought upon reading the first paragraph - It's about Jack, isn't it?

First thought upon reading the SECOND paragraph - What's happened? Is it Sue?

First thought upon reading the REST of the post - Whatever she's told him can't be good . . .

I hope you won't keep us in suspense for long, Josy, because this looks to be a great story!! Angst in the first post? Wow!

suspenseful - wonder what happened that caused his mother to call him? And who is it that just his world turned upside down?

Hi Josy!
What happened!

Tere

Another snippet...I don't promise it will answer your questions...
Josy
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Chapter 2

I was standing immobile, the rain pouring over my head, my shoulders, drenching my whole being. A sea of black umbrellas covered the whole area but I refused to open mine. As I was feeling the downpour over my head, it reminded me that I was still alive…but not my sister. She was killed by a moron who confused a red light with a green while intoxicated. A deep sigh rumbled out of my chest.

However, I refused to cry. I withheld all my tears, my pain and my despair. I was so tensed that my muscles ached. The air barely traveled to my lungs as an acute pain stung my chest. I closed my eyes momentarily as I felt the rainy wind slashing my face. Hot tears stung my eyelids but I refused to let them go.

Then, I heard the muffled sound of my mother’s sobs. I opened my eyes and on the corner of them, I saw my parents consoling each others, their hands firmly intertwined. My gaze drifted slowly from them to the black coffin. I clenched my fists as the droplets rolled and glided on my skin.

I looked sternly at the coffin: enraged as it kept captive my sister. Her life had been stolen too quickly. She was at the spring of her life: everything was settling up nicely for her. I remembered our last conversation: her giggles that contained all the joy she could bear, her sighs full of hope and her promise to come to see me, next winter. My rage was boiling inside my veins and in a swift movement, I looked down. And then, I met her eyes. She possessed her mother’s eyes: a deep blue mixed with violet. They were filled with unshed tears and anger. Her auburn hair danced under the wind. She gazed at me. Her lips were trembling and her black coat was becoming wet. I felt her hand under my palm. Without a word, she took refuge under my arm. It was then that I opened my umbrella. I had to protect her.

OK, I'm a wimp, I give up, I'm not asking ANY more questions, because they just seem to lead to MORE questions!! You've definitely got me hooked here, Josy!! Now I HAVE to know who it is!! ACK!

Very excellent beginning, Josy! You have my hooked like a fish with a hook... no that's not very good... umm... you have my hooked like a stunt artist who - that no good either.

I'll get back to you on that one!

Tracy

OMG! That's awful!, whose is this little girl?
Can't wait for more!!

Tere

How very very sad. Very well written.

What a heartwrenching beginning to your story, Josy. I'm looking forward to finding out how you bring peace and acceptance to everyone touched by this death.

kav

Gee, I can't think of anything to say...everyone else has already expressed such great thoughts. So, I'll just say I'm saddened at the death of this beloved sister, Josy, and I can't wait to find out who it is and what has happened in the intervening months.

Great writing, as usual!

Lynn

Josy, I'm glad you have joined the challenge!!!

What a powerful beginning!! You are keeping us guessing and yet we can feel the sadness pulling this person down!! I'm not sure which of our favorite characters this is, although I have an idea!! I'm waiting to see if I'm right!!!

I can't wait to see what journey you will take us on!!!

Joy

I know this story started with tears but I am big fan of happy endings
Let's find out if your guess was right Joy
Josy
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Chapter 3

Few days later, I still felt prisoner of that thick fog of numbness. However, I had to show up at my sister’s lawyer office. Her will would be read. Our little family, including my sister’s daughter was sitting silently in the room. We were all waiting after the lawyer. Poor man, he seemed so frail in this big leather chair. Nonetheless, when he started to read my sister’s will, his voice was slow, strong and compassionate. However, I remembered only part of the lecture. My mind refused to process more than few words at the time.

“I, Katherine Anne …, made this last will for the well-being of my daughter, Eva Sophie…. It follows:

… a trust to which I transfer all assets that have been left…to my daughter….

… receive her share of the capital when she reaches the age of 25 years of age. In the meantime, my executor will manage this trust in team with my parents….
The executor can use any capital of the trust to pay for Eva’s education and well-being.

I nominate as guardian, custodian and executor of my daughter, my brother, Robert John Manning, living…”

The remainder of the will became a blur of sound to my ears. Immediately, my eyes traveled down to my niece. Eva was staring at me. Her violet eyes showed perplexity and confusion.

“Oh Kate! For bloody hell…” I murmured in total disbelief. My sister had decided that I would become guardian of her 10-year-old daughter. I could barely manage my own life, how on earth she thought I could deal with a grieving niece?

Again, I glanced at my niece. She had approached me and snuggled her fingers in my hands. Her tiny fingers were cold and I immediately closed my fist to warm her up.

“Does it mean I have to go live you in the US” she questioned in a murmur. I frowned, not knowing what to say. The words of comfort escaped me. I never been good at that: comforting, reassuring, promising that…

Promising what? That everything will be fine. No, that was a lie. Eva’s life had been turned upside-down and it would become ever more hectic with me as her guardian.

I gazed to my mother who did not seem surprise. My pop had the same expression. They knew… Then, why, I was not advised?

“She wanted to discuss that with you on her visit this next winter” explained my mother. Her green eyes showed her sadness and I didn’t fight her. I turned my attention towards Eva. She was still waiting for a reply. Silence was master in the room. My thoughts danced, mingled, jolted and bumped in each other. A deep sigh rumbled out of my chest. If Kate judged that I would be good enough to take care of her daughter, then, I was up to the challenge.

“Yes pumpkin pie, you will come live with me in DC” I replied and she bowed her head. I observed tears spilling over her pink cheeks. I sled a finger under her trembling chin. Her regard contained confusion, fear but in the same time, trust and resignation. I sighed deeply as words stumbled out of my lips.

“I promise to do my best Eva. I promise to be there even when you will hate me because you are far away of Grams and Gramps. I promise to be there…” I declared to this little girl who her life had been shattered in millions pieces.

But I would need help and I would need…her…for that.

So this is about Bobby and his sister's daughter...
Who is she??

Tere

Wow - I'm so intrigued. Wonder who "her" is? I have my gueses, but reserving my opinion. Should be interesting to see Eva's reaction to life in DC.

I'm glad to at least know who HE is!! Poor Bobby . . . now the question of the day . . .who is SHE??

How sad for Eva Sophie, to not only lose her mother, but her grandparents too, for all practical purposes.

But there is the telephone! I wonder....how old is Eva? And Bobby, you have NO IDEA of the responsibility ahead of you! Now, I think I know who "her" is and I can't wait until "her" and Eva Sophie meet.

Lynn

Poor little Eva. Loosing her mum and having to leave her country, friends and grandparents. Quite a bit for Bobby to deal with. He certainlly will need HER help. And a great help she will be.

Thanks for you warm comments. They are brighten my day
Lynn, Eva is 10 years old...
Josy
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Chapter 4

The plane landed quite abruptly and my stomach protested. Passing the customs was grueling and since I left my FBI ID badge and gun at the office, I had to wait. The airline lost my luggage and the jetlag was starting to take a toll on me.

However, all of that seemed to disappear like vapor under the sun when I saw her. Her blonde hair softly curled around her ears. Her gentle smile soothed my aching soul. Tenderly, she hugged me and her perfume enveloped my senses. I could feel her curves under my hands.

“Hi Bobby” she said kindly. I did not reply and Tara did not except one either. I felt so weak. She drove me home. Eva was still in Australia with her grand-parents. I wished that she completed her fall session at school. I will flight back at Christmas to bring her in DC.

I gazed aimlessly at the city scenery while Tara was driving. Without realizing it, I fell asleep, my head toppling against the cold window. A fresh touch aroused me: her fingers were cold but soothing.

“We’re home” said told me with caring voice. I scrubbed my eyes and looked at the apartment building where I lived. It was really not a place for a child. Tara must have heard my sigh because she sled her arm under my elbow and I felt her fingers on my hand.

“Go get some rest Bobby. Later, tonight, come join me and the team at my apartment. We will help you to search for a new place, register Eva in a new school and other details” she said, her green gaze locking with mine. I was so drained that I didn’t react immediately but tears filled my eyes. Maybe because I was so tired or thankful to have friends like her but my throat hurt under the emotions.

She approached me and her lips brushed my cheek. The touch was light as feather and electrifying as static current. Again, my body seemed glued to the car seat, captive under the seatbelt.

Her hand lingered on mine and I lowered my head.

“Thanks Tara…for everything” I managed to say, huskily. She nodded and I exited the car. I grabbed my handbag, which had not been lost with the others. I climbed the stairs slowly, unlocked my apartment door and crashed on my bed. At the moment I closed my eyes, green eyes, vanilla perfume and light touches haunted my dreams.

I love how tender Tara is being there for him. It is very overwhelming when you go suddently from no children to a ten year old. That happened to me a few years ago when my best friend was in the hospital for two weeks and I took care of her three children along with my one (ages at that times were 10, 9, 8 and 3). Talk about chaos!

With the team behind Bobby, I'm sure he will make it.

Thanks Josy. That helps me visualize the scenes. With adults I don't have to, but with children, they change so quickly from age to age, it makes it easier to understand if I know their age. Hope that makes sense. I loved that last sentence. So much hope for the future there!

Oh, Susan, having had my three children in three years, I can totally empathize with you, although I bet they adored your little one.

Lynn

Josy, that wasn't who I was thinking of, except that I had made up my mind that it wasn't Jack!! It's very interesting that it's Bobby and that now he has a 10 year old niece to raise!! It will be doubly hard for Bobby because he has been a bachelor for so many years, living as he wants and going where he wants!! It's going to be fun to see how he adjusts!!!

I love that Tara is there for him and that the team is going to help him through this!! Maybe Tara will help him more than the others???

Joy

That's EXACTLY what I was just thinking, Joy! What a great mom she would be!

I'm with you girls, Tara will be a wonderful mom!!

Tere

I agree with you on this. But with a certain blonde litle agent, I think they might manage just well...

I agree, it will be a bumpy road for both Bobby and Eva...
Susan, I can imagine the chaos...
Josy
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Chapter 5

I remembered that Christmas: the first for Eva without her mother. We tried, mom, pop and I to cheer her up a bit but our heart was not there. The days elapsed slowly until I brought her with me in DC. This time, the landing went smoothly and our luggages were intact.

Instead to be Tara waiting for him, it was Jack and Sue with her faithful Levi. I felt my niece’s fingers under my palm and I closed tenderly my hand around hers. I loved how Sue crouched at Eva’s height and looked her directly in the eyes.

“Welcome in DC Eva” said Sue with her compassionate voice. “I am Sue and this is my hearing dog, Levi” she continued while scratching her golden retriever’s ears. Eva remained silent and I placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head in my direction and her violet eyes stared at him.

“A hearing dog?” she asked with her crystal voice.

“I told you Sue is deaf but if you look at her directly, she can read your lips. At all time, you should look at her when you talk to Sue” I replied while glancing at Sue at the corner on my eyes.

Eva turned her head and made the sign for sorry and said “I was rude”. My eyes widened under the effect of surprise. I didn’t know she learned ASL. I heard Sue asking her the question. Her answer made me smiled.

“Uncle Bobby told me that one of his friends was deaf and he felt so dumb not knowing your language that I refused to be in the same boat as him” she said with a tiny smile. Sue’s laugh echoed in the terminal and she straightened up. She invited Eva to follow her and Eva, in a trusting move, snuggled her hand in Sue’s. I followed them, Jack at my side.

“How are you Crash?” he asked, his voice containing worry. I shrugged.

“Ask me the same question in a week or two would ya? I might be able to answer you” I replied with a loopsided smile. Jack squeezed my shoulder and I knew the signification: I am here to listen…whenever. This was the reason I love our friendship: no need of words and even if Jack and Sue were now engaged, I knew I could rely on him.

The chilly wind of the winter welcomed me by slashing my skin. The blinking sun reflecting on the white pure snow made me search for my sunglasses. The ride to my new house was made in silence by Jack and me but I could hear Eva and Sue chatting on the back seat. I was glad that Sue had been able to gain Eva’s trust. At least, I knew I could ask the help of Sue…just in case.

We reached my new house, a bit in the outskirt of DC. I was disoriented: I was a city guy. I needed my coffee shops, my stores closed by, the noises of emergency vehicles waking me up at night, the hooting of students coming back from the bars late at night…However, for my niece’s sake, I had to sacrifice a bit of my selfishness. The house had big backyard where Pal could run easily.

Pal was an Irish setter that belonged to Eva since her fifth birthday. Pal would arrive in a few weeks, after he passed his quarantine. I wondered how I would deal with this new life: a grieving niece, an energetic dog, a demanding job, the expectations…

I sighed as the SUV entered my driveway. The house was a simple bungalow with three bedrooms, a family room in the basement and two bathrooms.

“This is our new house?” asked Eva while staring at the brick bungalow. She frowned, probably trying to fit this new place with my previous bachelor pad. I chuckled and her violet eyes bewitched me. They contained hot tears which spilled over. Her tears broke my heart. I removed them with my thumb but she backed up. In a hurry, she opened the door and bailed outside. I could see her shoulders shaking.

“What am I suppose to do?” I whispered. I felt a hand on my arm. I lifted my gaze where I met hazel caring eyes. Sue had probably read my lips.

“Follow your heart. This child needs all the love her uncle can give her” she said gently. I nodded and left the SUV. I heard her sobbing and my heart sank deeper in the hollowness of my soul. I envied her: she could cry. I didn’t shed a tear yet. All my pain, sorrow and despair were bottled up in my soul, kept captive by my anger. I stood behind her and laid my hands of her shoulders. Slowly but firmly, I turned her so I could see her eyes. She refused to look at me. I frowned.

“Tell me pumpkin” I said. She munched on her lower lip. She shrugged and sniffled loudly.

“Eva…” I repeated and lifted her chin with a finger. Her eyes reflected anger and fear.

“I am sorry Uncle Bobby. I am sorry I am messing up your life” she stammered incoherently. I didn’t understand. It was not her fault. It was that drunken drungo’s fault! Yes, my life was taking a twist I never imagined it would take. However, I never thought, never in millions years, it was Eva’s fault. She tried to shake my grip over her shoulders.

“Eva” I said softly but firmly. She stopped fighting. She probably heard my plea in my voice.

“Eva, it is not your fault. You are my niece. I am your uncle, your guardian. I love you and I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. I am not saying that I will be perfect…far from it” I quipped and I saw a small smile floating on her lips.

“But as I said before, I’ll do my best to be there whenever…for you.” I declared solemnly. I wanted her to understand that I am not giving up. I am too stubborn for that. Still sniffling, she nodded and glanced at the house.

“Can I choose my bedroom?” she asked hesitantly. I smiled.

“Yes pumpkin. When you’ll be rested enough, you will be able to go shop with Sue, Tara and Lucy to decorate your bedroom” I promised her. The winter wind chilled me to the bones. I could hear Jack and Sue entering our luggage into the house. Soon enough, Levi came to sit at Eva’s side. He snuggled his square head under her hand and she pet him absent-minded.

“Tara is the women you are in love with” she said matter-of-factly. I was bewildered. How on earth she knew that? Then, a light bulb moment: Kate! Katherine probably amused herself by teasing me with our parents, Eva probably present in the room. I didn’t know what to reply but she didn’t wait for a response.

“Who’s Lucy?” she continued to ask. I forgot how Eva could be persistent with her questions. I chuckled.

“Lucy is Sue’s roommate, our rotor, the women who keeps Myles and me in check whenever we have forms and other administrative chores to do” I answered, an admiring smile on my lips. Again, she glanced at the house and I observed her little dance.

“Come on pumpkin. I am freezing here. Let’s go choose your bedroom” and I encircled her tiny shoulder in a bear hug.

As I climbed the stairs, my pupil at my side, I took a big breath. There was a new chapter to my life…I looked down…to our lives.

Starting out as a sad post. That Eva would blame herself is only natural. Children have a way of thinking when things go wrong in life or change, as in Bobby's lifestyle, it is their fault. Bobby's reassurance to the contrary was uplifting. And then, the post ended on a hopeful, positive note. Did I say I like the first person narrative? No? Well, I do!

Lynn

I read this and just wanted to reach out and give Eva a hug, so hopefully this work in it's place.

Again, great job.

BTW, Lynn, I didn't clarify this in my earlier post - my son was the 10 year old and had to learn to live with three girls sharing his bathroom and space; so yep, chaos! We lived though!

Josy...that was sad and at the same time so tenderness! Glad to know that Bobby will try, hope Eva help to bring Tara to the family group

Can't wait for more!!

Tere

P.S. Jack and Sue engaged!! WOOHOO!!

I have a feeling that with his friends at his side, Bobby is going to make a wonderful father for Eva!!!

Great story, Josy!!!

Joy

Bobby, you did good, really good.

Thanks again for your warm comments. Glad you like the ''I'' narration...I felt it was easier that way to write my story
Sorry for the delay...can I say a lot on my plate lately??
Josy
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Chapter 6

Winter slowly faded away with adjustments on Eva and mine’s part. She started school and hated it. She stated that she was teased because of her accent. She was a bit outcast and lonely. When she was not teased, she was ignored. It just broke my heart. Every morning was a struggle and she cried herself to sleep. I was worn out and my patience was running thin. I was out of ideas.

One night, Eva was struggling with chemistry homework, even if I staring stupidly at the symbols and formulas, it didn’t help her much. I finished late and I didn’t eat yet. My stomach was growling loudly and I had a nagging headache forming at the back on my head. Pal was whining to go outside and in an impatient movement; I opened the patio door and slammed it shut. The sudden noise jolted Eva and she stared at me. It was then that I realized that she lost weight and her eyes were hollow.

A shaky sigh rumbled loudly out of my chest. I scrubbed my face as tears stung my eyes. I couldn’t go on…alone.

“I am sorry Eva” I whispered hoarsely. The thought that maybe she didn’t eat either painfully tickled me. I approached her and closed her books.

“Eva, let order some pizzas and I’ll call Tara to see if she can give you a hand later. Anyway, it’s Friday so you’ll have the whole weekend to figure that homework out… Deal?” I told her and she nodded, her violet eyes still empty. My heart was crushed in million pieces and I didn’t know what to do. I was so confused.

At that instant, the ring bell sounded in the house. I frowned. I didn’t order the pizza yet. As I opened the door, a pleasant surprise was standing there and for the first time in the day, I smiled.

“I figured you didn’t eat yet and neither Eva so I brought you some fried chicken, salads and desserts. Also, Eva told me earlier today that she had a chemistry homework she was struggling with” she said while entering the lobby. I was speechless. It rained all day and the damp weather was erasing the remaining of the winter. Droplets clung to her hair and they waved in every way. She was so beautiful.

The growling of my stomach broke my reverie and Tara smiled to me. I felt a pinch in my heart.

“You came!” said a young voice, a bit incredulous. I turned around and saw some life back in my Eva’s eyes. Tara had her hands full so I helped. She removed her coat and brushed her hand against Eva’s cheek.

“You will learn with time Eva that I keep all the time my promise” stated Tara in a soft voice. Amazed, I say my niece snuggled in the arms of the woman I loved. I observed how Tara tightened her caress around Eva’s shoulders. I decided to let Tara dealt with Eva. They seemed they had developed a bound of trust and friendship and relief washed over my soul.

I heard them chatting in the living room. I put away Eva’s books and placed the dishes on the table. I let Pal entered back into the house. Eva came into the kitchen and helped me to dry the Irish setter. Soon, the warm food filled my stomach and a sentiment of ease and peace filled my soul. It been a long time I didn’t feel that way.

I gazed at the two most important women of my life: a sentiment I could not pin pointed replaced the peace. I was realizing that Tara was often with us: sharing those “family” moments, helping me to keep control of my life, comforting me when I had the impression I was losing control of everything…

“Hey…Uncle Bobby…” said a laughing voice. Eva was laughing?? I turned my head and her deep blue-violet eyes twinkled.

“Is it ok that Tara stay and we watch a movie?” she asked hopeful. I didn’t mind at all. Having Tara with me was a perfect way to finish this awful week.

“I guess I am good to watch a chick flick?” I replied scornfully. Again, I didn’t mind. I simply wanted to tease Eva…like before.

She smiled broadly and nodded furiously. I sighed so loudly that it seemed I deflated myself. Eva laughed. Oh it felt so good to hear her laugh: I missed this innocent, free-spirited giggle.

I turned my head towards Tara and I winked. She understood my thanks.

“Let do a deal: Bobby, you do the dishes and I am helping Eva with her homework therefore, you’ll have your weekend free” she proposed while standing up and looking at my niece.

“Why do I have to do the dishes?” I replied with a whine and she tilted her head. A playful smile blossomed on her lips and she was dazzling.

“Be my guest. Go help your niece” she teased and I laughed.

“No…it’s ok…” I said and went into the kitchen with the dishes while Tara and Eva opened the books on the table. Pal was snoring on his bed, in a kitchen corner.

For a rare time, I felt content. I was glad that Tara stayed that night.

This is very good! I am glad that Tara came over! Good Job!

Beautiful!

Tere

You know, I thought about that after I posted!

Josy, you pictured Bobby's despair so well! I loved this Now, Bobby just needs to make this a permanent arrangement by professing his love for Tara and ask her to marry him.

Lynn

I have a feeling that Tara is going to be instrumental in helping Bobby make all the adjustments he needs to.

kav

On this day of thanksgiving (here in Canada) , there the next installment
Enjoy
Josy
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Chapter 7

Eva was sleeping on the couch. The movie was stopped. Tara and I were sharing a glass of wine. Only the faint light of the fire illuminated the room. Eva was wrapped in an afghan on the couch. She felt asleep in my arms while watching “Cinderella Story”. I had to admit that the movie was sweet but honestly, I spent most of the movie watching Tara discreetly.

I loved how the orangey flames of the fire brought alive her hidden bronze highlight in her hair. Her green eyes seemed twinkling with more secrets. The shadows of the flames played hide-and-seek with her beauty.

The rain and wind increased their activities. I didn’t like the weather and worried that Tara would take the road back to DC. The thought of asking her to stay the night came across my mind.

I didn’t know if she would accept. I was hesitant. I think she saw my faltering and she smiled. Did she realize how beautiful she was when that smile illuminated her face? My heart missed a bit and pain tightened its grip around my soul. The thought to snap out of it hit him like a running train. I took a sip of wine to hide my inner tumult. I crushed her heart and I thought it was too late. Besides, even in the miracle she still felt something for me; would she be ready to get in a relation since I have Eva?

I lowered my gaze and breathed deeply. Silence filled the room but Tara did not seem uncomfortable. Suddenly, a light moan: tears on my hand…Eva was crying in her sleep.

“Mommy” she moaned miserably. She tossed and turned and her legs were entangled in the afghan. I stood up and softly picked her up. Her heartbeat knocked crazily against my chest and her forehead was sweaty. I whispered comfort words in her ears and I felt her little body relaxed. She stopped crying when Tara caressed lightly her hair and hummed a lullaby.

Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night

Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night

I never heard that lullaby before but her voice soothed my niece and me. Eva fell back peacefully in the arms of Morpheus. My heart stumbled loudly in my chest at the sound of her delicate voice. How I needed her! She was my everything…my life…my refuge… She snuggled a unique place in my heart. At night, her vanilla perfume rocked my dreams. Her smile floated in my sleep and my soul sighed painfully to have her closer. Still, a wall of wounds and unspoken words stood between us. It was my entire fault and I was losing her. Then, why she seemed to appear so often in my life…in Eva’s life? Did it mean that she desired to give me… a second chance… My breath got stuck in my throat as the thought blossomed in my mind. I shook my head…ashamed and afraid…

“Thanks” I murmured, truthfully grateful. We took back our initial position on the floor, sipping our wine. The wind gust hit the windows and I frowned.

“Tara?” I finally asked. She looked at me with twinkles in her eyes.

“I don’t like how the weather is turning so if you want, I have a guest room where you can stay for the night” I suggested. I felt awkward. I hoped I didn’t put her uncomfortable. She turned her head and looked at the windows. Rain battered the panels and wind slashed the trees outside.

She turned back her head in my direction. She pondered my offer and her green eyes showed her confusion.
“One of my shirt should do a perfect PJ for you” I quipped and she giggled.

She nodded her agreement and a comfortable conversation started between us. I felt peaceful.

I could feel the cozy atmosphere of the fire! Warm and snuggle chapter!

Loved it!

So tenderness!!!



Tere

Tara completes this little family and brings peace to both Bobby and Eva!! She needs to just stay forever!!!

Wonderful imagery, Josy!! I can see and feel this scene perfectly!!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Joy

I'm glad that Bobby recognizes what he has in Tara and it looks like she might be starting to recognize some feelings of her own. Loved the lullabye.

kav

Oh, Josy, that was wonderful! Bobby at his wits end and in comes Tara to the rescue. That lullaby she sang is an ultimate favorite of mine. It gives such a sense of being protected and loved, which is what little Eva needs right now.

Josy that was such a warm and tender scene, even if Bobby is feeling a little tense. He's realizing not only his love for Tara, but his need for her too. I love how he tried to comfort Eva when she cried in her sleep for her mommy. It's wonderful to see Eva already loves Tara too. OK Bobby, time to get your act together and move in the right direction.

I hope you had a great Thanksgiving Day Josy

Glad you are enjoying this story. Now, I have no cushion left but luckily, I am almost done.
On this beautiful day of indian summer...
Josy
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Chapter 8

Spring blossomed and summer arrived with its vacation, trips and my first sensation to be loved. Early spring, I convinced Eva to participate at a soccer league and for a first time in a long time, she seemed to fit in a group. Her grade became better and she laughed more often. Still, her nights were filled with tears.

Tara was more and more often with us… as a friend only. She taught me how to cook without setting up the kitchen on fire. I learned how to organize my time so I would stop running after it. She was there anytime I needed help for homework or to handle Eva’s sadness.

In a month, my best mate would marry the love of his life: his beautiful Sue. I was his best man and I was honored to play that role. As one of my duties, I organized a bachelor party and Tara accepted with joy to baby-sit Eva that night. She came at my place with board games; chick flicks movies, Sue, Amanda and Lucy on tow and a very happy Levi who could play with Pal.

When I came back that night, Eva was sleeping peacefully, the house was tranquil and only the sound of jazz broke the silence. Snuggled on the corner of the couch, Tara had buried her nose in a book. Pal was snoring at her feet, its head laid on her laps. That lovely scene brought fuzziness to my heart and a smile on my face. I threw my coat on the edge of the couch and crashed besides her; a stupid smile on my face. Pal snorted and went lying on his bed.

She closed her book and smiled. Her perfume tickled my nostrils and I closed my eyes. I wished I could keep captive her scent in my memory forever. My eyes remained closed and slowly, drowsiness enveloped my being. I felt heavy as pictures of the night flashed in my mind. A conversation with Jack floated in my spirit and I sighed. He confessed that he was worried about me: I seemed so reclusive. I had to admit that my life had become day and night compared to before. But Jack was not worried about that…no he was concerned as I seemed closing my life to any new relationship. It was true: since Eva was in my life…permanently, I didn’t go on a date once. I couldn’t anyway. A certain perky computer tech had stolen my heart and I crushed hers. I wondered how I could glue back the pieces…

A light touch on my jaw aroused me abruptly. I flung my eyes opened and met some green and dazzling eyes.

“A penny for your thoughts Koala Boy” she asked playfully. I smiled and yawned. I loved her voice at night: raspier and nonchalant.

“Nothing much” I lied and I stretched myself. Soon, another comfortable conversation unfolded between us and I felt she was not in hurry to leave. I didn’t mind. Still, my conversation with Jack continued to nag me.

“Tara?” I said, hesitant and my heartbeat accelerating. She looked at me, her head lightly tilting, waiting for me to continue. I swallowed as my throat went suddenly dry. My mind was racing with right words but they refused to pass my lips.

What was I supposed to say? What words could ever fix the wounds I created in her heart? I have been cocky and selfish and now, I regretted it. What if she rebuked me? What if she threw away our friendship? I needed her as needed air. I desired to feel her skin under my hands. I wished to taste again her lips…

I sighed and racked my hair…confused. She must have read my confusion as she tenderly laid her hand on mine. I lifted my chin and drown myself with her beautiful eyes.

“I am so sorry Tara.” There were the only words I was able to say. My voice was hoarse under all the emotions my heart was engulfed with. Sorrow, shame, love, sadness battled firmly and my soul was a war zone.

“Sorry about what?” she asked. Her voice was trembling and her fingers gently caressed my hand.

“I am sorry I hurt you. I never meant the words I told you” referring to that faithful conversation after our kiss. I never forgot that moment: the hurt in her eyes but the courageous smile on her lips.

Her smile slowly faded away as tears filled her eyes. She backed up but I stopped her gently by intertwining my fingers with hers.

“Tara, listen to me please” I begged, drowning my gaze in hers. I wished she could see my soul. I decided to be honest and truthful. Words flowed out of my mouth as surprise and shock filled her face. I poured my heart out and I hoped I was making sense.

Tears misted her eyes and a wobbly smile blossomed on her lips. Her fingers never left my hands. Soon, silence filled the room and I fidgeted, unsure and doubtful.

“What are you saying Bobby?” she said after a lengthily silence. She tilted her head and never let go on my eyes. I gulped with difficulty.

“I love you Tara” I finally confessed with a hoarse voice. I could feel her whole being trembling. I moved closer and my hands roamed gently on her naked arms. Her skin was so soft under my palms. I felt her goosebumps under my fingers and shivers quivered her body.
Tears that misted her eyes minutes ago were now overflowing on her cheeks. Tenderly, almost reverently, I swiped them away with my thumbs. Hot tears clung to her lashes and with boldness, I kissed her eyes.

The fragile flesh of her lids trembled under my lips. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest. Her perfume intoxicated me

“Do you? Really?” she said with a small voice, almost afraid to break to magic atmosphere. I discerned fear in her voice. I searched for her eyes and found them.

“Tara, luv, you had stolen my heart years ago and since, I feel empty and only you can complete me. I am asking you to forgive me” I said, getting closer. I felt her breath tickling my nose. She lifted up her tiny chin so she can follow my gaze. Tears continued their race on her flushed cheeks. My fingers slowly brushed the tender skin of her throat. Her heart was pounding against my palm and my fingers reached for her curls.

Her vanilla perfume enveloped my senses and I closed my eyes, dizzy and exhilarated. I leaned my head against her forehead and opened my eyes. She was looking at me, tears still misting her dazzling green eyes.

“Repeat it” she said softly. I never detach my regard from hers.

“I love you Tara” I replied in a whisper. My fingers caressed her hair and slowly, tenderly, a smile blossomed on her lips; our heads still touching together. Her smile jolted my heart and I decided…

I captured her lips under mine. Softness and cherry mingled and aroused my senses. She gripped my shirt and her body snuggled against mine. My hands roamed down to her shoulders, her sides and her hips. Tenderly, her teeth munched on my lower lips and shivers ran along my spine. I tightened my caress around her hips. My fingers snuggled their way on the bear skin on her waist. Reluctantly, I detached myself from her, the touch of her lips still electrifying me.

The sound of saxophone and piano broke the silence surrounding us as we drowned our gaze in each others. My heart tumbled and pounded crazily in my chest. My breath was shaky and my soul became even more famish for her, her perfume, her silky skin, her curves…

Gently, her fingers brushed my jaw and let a fire trail behind them. Her green eyes wandered over me and I loved the way she looked at me. My heart was light as a feather but still…

“Bobby, I love you too” she finally replied. My soul breathed easier but…

“I love you. I never stopped loving you even if my senseless pity self-discussions were trying to convince me otherwise.” She smiled. I kissed her and hungrily, she replied with passion. Them, she placed her two hand on my chest. She was not done.

“I have a confession to make…” she trailed off and I remained silent.

“I fell in love even more with you since Eva is in your life. I discovered a part of you I never witness. Your willingness to sacrifice your selfish self to ensure the happiness of this little girl had a huge impact the way I used to see you” she said. I stared at her, bewildered as tears burned my eyes. Her fingers touched my lids and soothed the burning sensation I had.

“I…I…thought that…” I stammered and I licked my dry lips.

“You thought that Eva would drive me away for good” she said matter-of-factly. Her fingers reached for mine and she brought them to her mouth. She kissed my knuckles and the light touch sent shivers to my soul.

“I love Eva. She is funny, passionate and she is yours now.” She continued. Tenderly, I let go of her fingers and I cupped her chin between them. I stared at her, completely, indubitably in love.

There it was: this night was the night I felt loved, I felt completed and loneliness had left my soul. I knew that whatever what would happen next, I would survive it…with Tara on my side.

Beautiful Joy, absolutely outstanding!!!

Tere

Josy, those last two posts have turned me into a melted puddle of mush! Beautiful. I'm speechless! :

Lynn

Lovely! and a few thrown in!

Good Job!

Josy, there are no words to say except

Beautiful Josy. I really enjoy you writing from Bobby's point of view. So nice they have finally caught up to each other and confessed their love. Poor Eva is still crying for her mommy. No one will ever replace her mommy, but it would be so nice for her to have Tara as a mother figure in her life. I think the bond is already there. Eva just needs the assurance that it won't go away. Hint hint Bobby

That was beautiful, Josy! I love how Tara has found a place in his life, helping Bobby with Eva and now he's told her that he loves her!

kav