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Click hereAl was smiling that Alex had won custody of Nora, he knew Livy had put it in her Will that was what she wanted. He never expected it to become a reality. It never crossed his mind that Livy wouldn't be around for Nora.
"What are the doctors not telling us?" Alex asked him after Nora had fallen asleep. She was gently stroking Nora's hair as the small girl leaned into her.
"I'm not keeping anything from you," Gavin said firmly looking in the rearview mirror.
"Promise?" Alex asked him, a single tear running down her face.
"Promise," Gavin nodded.
"He's going to be alright?" Alex asked him.
"He will be if he fights," Gavin said softly. "He needs that reason."
"What do you mean?" Alex asked him.
"Stan and I believe your father hasn't decided on whether he wants to fight for his life or not," Gavin told her. "We can fix his heart, we can fix the physical ailments, but Al has to find a reason to live."
Alex looked out the window, the hardening of her eyes told him that Alex was definitely going to take that issue up.
"What happened to Andromeda?" Gavin asked her, drawing her eyes from the window.
"Who?" Alex asked him the confusion filling the reflection in the widow.
"Andromeda," Gavin said again. "What happened to her?"
"Damn," Alex laughed. "That movie was awful! Of course, Perseus saved her!"
"No," Gavin smiled realizing she was confusing his question about the legend of Andromeda and not her art. "Your Andromeda...I know there is no way you let your mother win...I don't care if she beat you hourly! She was redone! Now, what happened to her?"
Alex looked towards the window and the tip of her smile curved up.
"How did you know?"
"Al heard about it from Livy," Gavin explained. "Where is she? Cause I can tell by that smile, you have her somewhere!" Alex's smile broadened.
"You know that big family portrait in the living room? My mother's pride and joy?" Alex smiled. Gavin nodded. "It had this great big piece of blank canvas on the back!"
The portrait she was talking about was forty eight by sixty inches in size. A huge family portrait that hung in the living room for all to see. Her mother's pride and joy. She would show it off to each and every new visitor that came into the house. It was the most ostentatious item in the humble home.
"It HAD a blank piece of canvas?" Gavin smiled. Alex turned her eyes to him and nodded.
"Let's see the bitch tear that up!" Alex told him coldly.
***
Al woke in the middle of the night with a start. His eyes found Alex sitting on the bed with him. He looked out the window and found it still dark.
"What time is it?" he asked her pulling the mask off. Alex put the mask back on immediately.
"Three a.m.," she said.
"I thought it was after visiting hours," Al teased rolling his eyes that she immediately put the mask back on him.
"They know better," Alex told him. "Are you quitting on me?"
Al just looked at her blankly.
"Don't you do it!" Alex said forcefully. "You will walk me down the goddamn aisle!"
"Alex I..,"
"NO!" She barked at him. This drew the nurse in. "GET OUT!" Alex barked at her and she quickly closed the door.
"Don't you do it!" Alex said again. "You have to walk me!"
"I'm so sorry!" Al told her. "I failed you and Livy!"
"You haven't failed anyone...yet," Alex told him. "You give up...and I'll never forgive you!"
"When did you become so tough?" Al smiled at her. She kissed his cheek
"I take after you," Alex smiled as a tear fell. "I have another reason for you to fight," Alex told him.
"What's that?"
"I left you something," Alex told him. "Something I know only you will appreciate."
"What?"
"No," Alex said shaking her head and laying down with him. "You have to go home and find it."
"You are hiding things in my house now?" Al asked with a laugh.
"No," Alex smiled. "She never left your house...my most prized possession...my greatest triumph. The one thing that has made my entire life possible...it led me to art school. To my first art showing, to the mural, to selling my art for profit...it led me to Gavin. The man who is going to give me my children and they will need their Grandfather!"
"Give me a hint," Al laughed.
"You and Gavin talked about it tonight," Alex smiled.
***
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 6 years agoAbsolutely priceless!! The perfect act of passive aggressive rebellion!
When zealots start destroying art, books and objects of beauty you have to fight back in whatever way you can. Prime example is Savonarola 1497 and The Bonfire of The Vanities (well first of many) all in the name of religion, such a waste.
Anonymousover 8 years agoWow! I come here for some mildly titillating erotica.
Then you draw me into this story and characters to the point were I pay no attention to the sex.
Well maybe a little.
Thank you for not making Livy and Father Jack a tawdry affair and not taring all religion with the same hateful strokes.
Apple_of_Edenalmost 9 years agoPart 37 and I love all of it. The last two parts have been my favorites of the entire story so far. The feelings and emotions you've portrayed are so real, as the reader, you can't help but share them with your characters-and to me-that's what makes a good story...a GREAT story. Thanks for writing a great story.
Cindy1001about 9 years agoYou mention that you received hatemail. I do hope you do not count me in. I wrote that I was sad at the end of the previous chapter and I was. This Chapter, I have gone into mourning. But although I may have been sad, I will always be grateful for your beautiful writing. I love it.
slipperyslutover 9 years agoWhen I started reading this story, I never expected it to take me on such an emotional rollercoaster. I have absolutely fallen in love with this story and Alex and Gavin. I hope if/when you decide to publish this story, you will let us know so that I can purchase the books. You are an amazing writer. I cannot wait for the next part of the story.
