It was just like Alden to drop a kid on his lap and disappear. It seemed the older the man got, the more chaotic he became because why was Alden making him watch Amelia's kid? He was just beginning to enjoy Marie's presence on his floor; and now he had to deal with the interruption of a kid, poking his nose into their business. It sort of helped that the kid was straight-faced and didn't seem to dabble into things that weren't his concern.He stepped out of the room and collided with Rick in the hallway.“Hello,” Rick said, falling into step with Steven.“Hi,” Steven replied, not slowing his pace as he jogged down the stairs.“You take the stairs, that's good. You should get your wife to do it too. My teacher says taking the stairs is good cardio for your heart.” Rick said, keeping up with Steven.“Hmmm,” Steven grunted to Rick as he reached the bottom of the stairs.“Marie said I could have some breakfast. Are you having breakfast as well?” Rick asked, taking his seat at the table.
“Alden and Amelia?” Marie exclaimed, her eyes expanded like saucers.“I knew there was a reason the old man’s not dead. He’s been quite busy.”“Steven!” Marie said, a laugh escaping her throat as Steven led her out of the kitchen by the waist.“It's a lazy Saturday, Ma’am. Got any plans for us?”“Well, whatever plans we settle on have to include Rick. But Alden and Amelia!”“Why? Why does it need to?” Steven asked, his narrowed eyes peering at her.“I know it's funny but it's not the most surprising thing in the world. Alden and Amelia, I mean. They are close, you know.”“I know but still I can't believe Amelia didn't tell me.” Maria mused out loud, walking out of the kitchen beside Steven.“Why would she tell you?” Steven paused, tilting his neck backwards to look at her.“Errm… I just mean she never mentioned it,you know. All those times she called to err … book a visit with you or something and she never mentioned…” She sputtered, walking ahead of him to the elevator before she sai
Steven tried not to laugh as he watched Marie trying to hide her surprise. After their last fight about Sandra, Steven was determined to build bridges, even if that meant pretending to be friendly with someone who he didn't like or trust. He had asked for her help to pick out a collection of shoes he wanted to give Marie by the next week. He had also sworn her to secrecy so she didn't go tattling off to Marie.“ Can I have some orange juice too?” Rick butted in, his signature frown on his face as both women turned to look at him.“Of course, Rick. Babe, can you pour him some?” Marie asked.He overheard snippets of their conversation as he poured some juice for Rick. Sandra was saying something about him reaching out to her, while Marie tried to find out what her brilliant idea had been. He wasn't too worried, he knew Sandra could hold her own where Marie was concerned.“Can you take me to the museum?” Rick asked as soon as he had downed the contents of his glass down this throat.“I d
Amelia was likely going to kill him. Assuming Marie didn't kill him first with the looks she was giving him. Thankfully she hadn't said anything. Why had the blasted kid not told him about his allergy? Steven didn't know the blasted ingredient that had hurt him.Marie was already pacing, dialing 911 while he helped to massage Rick’s forehead when he noticed Rick smiling.“Rick!”Rick tried to cover up the smile with a look of pain, but Steven knew what he had seen. The boy was faking.“Rick! Will you stop faking this instant?” Steven asked.“Steven! Are you for real? It's bad enough that we let him eat something he wasn't supposed to, now you're accusing him of faking it? He fell over for Pete's sake.”Steven continued to grill Rick with a glare until the boy broke into laughter and sat up, grinning.“I faked it, Uncle Steve. You should have seen your face!” Rick said.Marie's shoulders relaxed as relief flooded her features.“Rick, that wasn't very nice. You scared me to death.” Mari
“Will you?” He mumbled, resting his forehead on hers as he swayed her from side to side.“Well, are you asking me now?” She asked, keeping her tone level so as not to give anything away. Even if her insides were screaming and dying with excitement.“Well, not exactly right now. But I'm just saying, is it something you think you’d ever want to do?”“I guess you’d just have to wait to know until you ask me for real.” She said, before raising her head and giving him a passionate kiss that sent all anxious thoughts racing from her mind. This was her Steven King and he loved her and was thinking of marrying her. When she broke off the kiss, she looked into his eyes and said,“I know it's crazy but I think we should date for a little while. I already know what I want though so it's not to convince myself. I just want to be your girlfriend a little bit more. But you'll know my answer for sure when you really ask me.” She said, before pressing her lips to his cheek.“Alright.” Steven said, an
“Rick, honey. What’s the matter?” Marie asked, as a solemn Rick sat on her bed and rocked himself back and forth.“I’m scared, Marie. I can hear eerie sounds in my room.”Marie listened for a beat and didn't hear any sounds but didn't want Rick feeling like she wasn't taking his fears seriously.“Okay, Honey. Do you want to sleep in here?” She asked“Can I?” He asked in a shy voice, and for a few seconds Marie saw the frightened boy he tried so hard to hide.“Ofcourse, climb in.” She said, scooting to make space for him.Rick climbed in by her right and let Marie wrap the covers around him. All was quiet for a few minutes before Rick said,“I'm sorry, Mrs.King.”“I thought we agreed you'll call me Marie?” She asked.“I’m sorry, Marie.”“Why?”“For coming here. But the sounds are scary. I know nothing is out there but I'm still scared.” He said“I know what you mean.” She whispered.“Fear isn't logical. That's what Granny says.” Rick said“She's right. But that doesn't make it less rea
“Babe, I want to sell my old car. Do you think you could help me get a good deal for it?” Marie asked Steven, while they rode the elevator that led to their office floor.“Yes, I can. But why do you want to sell it?”“Err… you got me the new BMW, the other one sits in the garage all day. And I need the cash.”“Babe, if you're having problems…” Steven started to say but Marie held up her hand.“Nothing serious. I need to get someone a gift.”“Who?”“Ugh. Can you sell the car or not? Your questions are aging me, Steven.”“I’ll fix it and sell it. But you know I can give you whatever money you…”“Steven!”“Okay. Fine.” Steven said, stepping out of the elevator and holding his hand out for her.“Will you work from my office today?”“Nope. Absolutely not.” She replied. It was going to be tough enough plotting his surprise birthday from her seat in her own office. She checked her emails, set up Steven’s meetings for the day and went to his office to brief him on his next meeting.“You have
Steven smiled down at his cell as he read the text from James.Hey Delicious-looking shoulders, how's life?James hadn't been in the meeting which could only mean one thing. Marie had told him.Argh. Did she need to text James everything? Smiling, he typed backIs this how it is now? You and my wife talk behind my back? About me?James replied immediately,Only when you're letting scantily clad women with talons, call your hair gorgeous and bat their eyelashes at you.Steven chuckled, rolling his eyes, and then typed backShe did NOT bat her eyelashes at me.JamesI see how you avoided the subject of her being scantily dressed.StevenIt's her body, man. What do you want me to do? Tell a grown woman not to dress the way she wants?James…StevenBut you know Clara. You dated the chic, too.JamesClara? It was Clara Marie spoke about?Steven laughed so hard that he caught Marie’s disapproving glare from her desk.StevenThe one and only.JamesWell, still… Go find your wife and make he