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In The Arms Of My Angel
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sat Aug 25, 2012 5:17 pm|| |
Chapter 192 - One Trustworthy Lady
One thing that had always infuriated Urs when it had come to reading press articles about Franky was the fact that things got twisted in some way. He'd known as soon as they'd heard about the accident that Franky wouldn't be go to the hospital to visit Katy and the reporters who'd praised her for not strking out physically had berated her for not doing so a few days later. Then just a few days ago some had had another pop at her. Well not just her, they'd included Barbara-Jean, Lauren and Emma in the article and had questioned how much of their respective husbands's money they'd spent over the years since Il Divo came to an end. It irked him that they obviously hadn't paid attention to what had been said when it had been announced that some of Il Divo's unreleased recordings were going to be released and the proceeds would be going to each members's favourite charity. Oh no, they'd assumed their finances must be in a very poor state for them to even have considered doing such a thing and had immediately blamed the women for them 'having to do it'.
From the very beginning of their relationship and beyond their marriage, Franky had always been financially independent and had only asked him for money a couple of times. Once when Jordi had stolen her bank card and she'd needed to do a little food shopping on the way back from the hospital, the second being the first time they'd gone to the cemetery in the hope of finding her twin sister's grave. Even though he had said he wasn't bothered about her giving him the money back, she'd insisted and had paid him back as soon as they got home.
Despite all the rumours about the way the two of them spent what they'd earned, that wasn't the main thing that irked him about the way Franky was judged. No. It was the fact that they thought she only cared about and helped the people she did in the hope it would make her more famous than him. They couldn't believe she would help anyone if she could, simply because she could and very rarely had it involved her using her own money to do so. They couldn't see that she would give someone the shirt off her own back if that was the only way she could help.
Urs huffed a laugh while he waited for Franky at the bottom of the stairs, wishing that such reporters could have heard the argument she and Frank had had when she'd tried to hand over full control of both garages to him. Four hours it had taken their eldest child together to persuade her that he didn't want full ownership of either business yet, that he was still perfectly happy with the fifty per cent share she'd signed over to him just after his twenty-fifth birthday and would be for eternity. For precisely two hundred and forty minutes he'd listened to Franky trying to persuade Frank to take what she was offering before Frank said that he would only do so once she'd joined her parents up at the cemetery.
"And that will be a bloody long time coming, Mami." Frank had informed nodding sharply, arms folded across his chest and a look on his face that had told Franky he wouldn't be moved on that point.
Somehow, Urs had been convinced Frank would win the debate while he stood on the threshold of Franky's office with an amused smile on his face and chuckling to himself. With himself having no financial input into that business he hadn't become that involved in Franky making that particular decision in the first place, he'd simply said that it was her choice and would be fine with Frank taking full control if she could get him to agree. As usual, Franky had been convinced Frank would agree to her plan and she'd had a very shocked look on her face when he'd refused. It really had been quite funny to watch her throw her hands up in the air in submission and listen to her telling Frank that he was stubborn as a mule is some regards.
"Just like you then........aren't I?"
Urs had laughed even harder as that retort fell from a smirking Frank's lips. Franky had even giggled and nodded her head in agreement after a few seconds. The two had hugged then Frank had left the house while Franky stood at the front door shaking her head with Urs's left arm around her waist, still giggling.
Once in while he would get to thinking of all the things that had been written about Franky over the years and had once pondered the idea of having someone come to the house to see how they worked things out together. Then that little quote of hers would always surface and that idea would vanish in a flash. He knew the real her and that was more important than anything else. Still, it didn't mean such articles and comments didn't upset him, just like it upset Franky that there were still so many people who obviously thought he was that dumb he couldn't see what real love was all about.
Hearing a familiar giggle drifting down the stairs, Urs turned to watch Franky walk down them and quickly noticed she had her phone in her hand. She was still giggling when she reached him and handed him the handset. Urs laughed out loud when he saw the image she'd received from Jordi and Gaston showing Melinda with chocolate all over her face and in her hair. He laughed even harder when read the comment Kurt had sent about his partner leaving his favourite bar of chocolate within the three year old's reach in the first place.
'I've told him time and again that she's a canny little madam and would figure out a way to reach that shelf one day. Maybe now he will listen to me.'
"You weren't thinking about what happened yesterday were you?" Franky asked as he handed the handset back.
"Nein. I don't care what that woman thinks. I am not the least bit ashamed of Jordi and in no way are you to blame for the fact that he's gay." Urs huffed, knowing that Franky was referring to the woman who'd approached him the previous afternoon while the two of them had been out with Jordi, Gaston and their recently adopted daughter. "I doubt she'd have even approached me if you had been sitting by my side. She certainly moved away quickly when she saw you coming back."
Urs shook his head, took hold of Franky's hand and led her out to the waiting car. He waited until she was settled in the front passenger seat, closed the door then trotted round to the driver's side. He drove out of the gates not giving a damn that the woman thought Franky should be ashamed for giving him a gay child or that she'd said she would never have done such a thing. He hadn't recognised her when he first seen her in the cinema and thus couldn't remember her name.
Both had come back very quickly once Marnie Heron had moved to occupy the seat Franky had vacated just seconds before. Marnie Heron, one of Simon's former PAs and the woman who'd said that 'Il Divo was perhaps the stupidest idea Simon had ever had', until they'd taken the world by storm anyway.
Marnie Heron who'd once tried to seduce him in Simon's office. Marnie Heron who'd slapped him after she'd refused to fall for her charms and told her to refasten her blouse. Marnie Heron who'd blamed him for everything despite the fact Simon had opened the door just as she opened the last button. Marnie Heron who'd quit her post shortly thereafter and who'd married the man she'd been engaged to at the time. Twice widowed Marnie Heron who was now on the look out for well off husband number three. Marnie Heron who hadn't had the guts to say what she had in front of Franky and Marnie Heron who'd stomped off in a temper when Urs had ignored her and turned to ask Gaston something instead. Marnie Heron who didn't like the fact that he hadn't paid her any attention but hadn't had the guts to do anything about it. Marnie Heron who tried to get yet another married man away from his wife and Marnie Heron who'd failed for once, unlike the first two times.
Shaking those memories away quickly, Urs continued to drive to where they'd been asked to go to just over an hour ago. Whenever he had to stop at a red light, he turned to look at Franky and gave her right knee a comforting squeeze. They both knew he would probably have drive through a large group of press, a lot of cameras would flash once they arrived and many voices would be making the same shouted enquiry, but neither of them were concerned about that. They were more worried about what was happening inside the property that stood well back from the huge gates and not one reporter would hear anything from either of them.
As he turned into the road where the house was located, Urs took a deep breath, eased off the accelerator and slowly made his way through the throng gathered at the gate. He looked in his rearview mirror as he drove up the long drive and blew out a breath when he saw that security had spotted those members of the papperazzi who'd managed to make their way onto the grounds. He stopped at the front door and wasn't that surprised to see Franky climbing out as he applied the handbrake.
They made their way into the house very quickly and Urs watched Franky embrace two men she knew very well before disappearing upstairs with one of them. He followed the other to the lounge and settled himself on one of the couches. He looked at the two smartly dressed men who were seated across from him and returned their brief smile.
"I'm really sorry, Urs. I just didn't know who else to call and those doors are too big for the two of us to break down."
"It's fine, Colt. I know they're not that close, but I'm sure Franky will get through to Eva."
"Yeah, so am I. Of all the women Eva knows, she trusts Franky more than any of them. Always has and always will." Colt Kendrick nodded then dropped down into the seat next to Urs.
Silence reigned in the room for a good hour though it seemed much longer. Only when they heard feminine sobbing heading their way did either Urs or Colt turn their heads towards the doors that gave access to the hallway and once Franky was in the room she didn't speak to either of them right away. Instead she spoke to the other two men with tears streaming down her face and told them they could do what they'd been waiting all day to do. Once they'd gone, she sat down beside Urs and opposite Eva, holding her hands tight, her eyes flicking from Colt to Floyd and back again until they heard the men coming back downstairs.
From her position, Eva could see everything that was happening and let out a heartwrenching cry as the stretcher reached the bottom of the stairs. She even tried to break free of the hold her brothers had on her, insisting that she be allowed to go too even though she knew she couldn't do that. It seemed to take all of Colt and Floyd's strength to pull her back into her seat and they did so just as the front door clicked shut. It took Eva two more hours to calm down enough to speak and she really didn't say much once she'd attempted to dry her eyes.
"I want to........go back upstairs. I have.......a lot to arra.........." Eva began, swallowing hard and shaking as she looked at Franky. "You did mean what you said upstairs? That you would be there for me to talk to if I need to?"
"Of course I did, Eva." Franky replied, bringing herself upright and giving Eva a tight hug.
Eva nodded as they seperated, thanked Franky for what she'd done then slowly made her way out of the lounge and headed back upstairs. Looking a lot more relieved than they had when she and Urs had arrived, Colt and Floyd thanked Franky for whatever it was she'd done to make Eva unlock and open the bedroom door. They each gave her a tight hug and promised they would take good care of their sister.
Satisfied that Eva would be well taken care of from now on, Franky and Urs exited the house and Urs drove back through the mass of enquiring minds, thankful that police had turned up and had managed to get them away from the gates. Both of heard the questions again and looked at each other before Urs turned onto the road. Neither of them would answer, it wasn't their place to reveal what had happened.
Urs drove home, watching Franky wipe her eyes several times throughout the journey. Neither of them said much until they were in the house and it was Franky who spoke first.
"Didn't expect him to go so quickly did you?"
"Nein, I didn't." Urs shook his head slowly. "I mean......I knew he was ill when we saw him to discuss releasing the.........He'd lost so much weight so quickly, it was impossible for him to even try to deny it. He said he had a year and it's only been seven months."
"I know. I think that's part of the reason Eva locked herself in their bedroom and refused to let the funeral directors in. She was so sure he was still breathing when she let me in and tried to slap me when I told her he wasn't. Only when I stopped her and shook my head did she finally acknowledge the truth."
"Is she going to tell the press or have someone else do it?"
"I'm not sure, honey. I think she's strong enough to do it herself, but well.........we'll have to wait and see. I just want to go to bed right now."
Even though it was only approaching nine thirty at night, Urs nodded his agreement and the two of them were quickly snuggled up under the duvet. They fell asleep quicker than they normally would and awoke much later than usual. Unusually for them they turned the television on once they were downstairs and flicked through several channels before settling on their favourite news one. Neither of them spoke, they both watched and listened to what was being said then held their breaths as the image switched from the studio to the gates they'd driven through twice just a few hours before.
Eva walked slowly down the driveway, flanked by Colt and Floyd and obviously still distraught. Once she'd reached the gates, she took a few moments to compose herself then slowly read the statement she'd prepared to let the world know that her husband had died peacefully at home following a short but bravely fought battle with the chronic renal failure he'd been diagnosed with just days before he'd made the announcement at the gala. She couldn't bring herself to answer any of the multitude of questions that were launched at and simply closed her eyes, turned on her heel and headed back up to the house.
Thousands of tributes to Simon were heard or read over the next four days and the funeral courtege would be massive. Having known he was too old for a kidney transplant, Simon had made a few arrangements after his diagnosis and had left a special request of the four men he considered to be his second greatest achievement. Urs had wondered what Eva was talking about the first and only time she called the house but soon understood when she explained that Simon thought his greatest success was finding someone to love him, in spite of his numerous faults.
He returned the handset to its charger very slowly, having agreed to bear Simon's coffin throughout the ceremony along with David, Carlos and Sebastien and swallowed hard as he told Franky what had been asked of him. Her eyes flew wide briefly then she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, gave him a quick kiss on the lips then gave him the smile she'd always used to push their children through the doubts and fears. The smile that didn't look like much but spoke volumes. That little smile that let him know she was already convinced he could and would do what had been asked of him.
Come the day of the funeral all four men carried out their friend's last request with all the dignity such a solemn occasion demanded. However, as proud as he was of what he accomplished that day, he was even more proud of Franky in the days and months that followed.
Proud that she never revealed to the press the reason why she, of all people, had been called to Simon's home so soon after he'd passed away despite the fact she received hundreds of very generous offers for the story.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Wed Aug 29, 2012 5:39 pm|| |
Chapter 193 - Angel's Crazy Dream
Urs couldn't help but giggle as he watched Franky walk into middle of the show jumping arena to have her photograph taken. As the sole registered owner of 'Midnight Star' it was only right that she appeared alongside Geena and Bernice Taylor to celebrate his win at Badminton Horse Trials. All three women had the 'Stunned Goldfish' look in their eyes but they were smiling broadly. Urs, himself, was shocked that Geena had ridden 'Star' to a win, considering the competition he'd been up against the past three days and during the qualifying competitions elsewhere. Now it seemed the horse had saved his best performance for this event and looked very pleased with himself as Franky and Bernice stood either side of him.
"'Dancer' reincarnated." He huffed quietly, recalling that 'Ice Dancer' would also either stand there looking aloof or nod his head repeatedly if he thought he'd done something amazing.
It didn't seem five minutes since he'd watched Franky give a very nervous Geena her first riding lesson and now here she was, looking like she'd been born in the saddle, a natural horsewoman who'd kept full control of 'Star' during the cross-country round. Just like 'Ice Dancer' he'd wanted to take the course at full pelt but she'd managed to keep his enthusiasm under control so that he wouldn't tire himself out. By the end of that secton of the competition she'd been in second place and that's where Urs and Franky had thought she would finish. However, the horse in first place had made a couple of mistakes in the show jumping round, refusing to take one fence on the first approach and knocking a pole off on another. Neither of them had realised 'Star' had won at first, not until his and Geena's names had moved to the top of the scoreboard anyway. Then all hell had broken loose.
'Best In The Business's' owner and trainer had exploded and stormed out of the audience. Where he'd gone, Urs wasn't sure but suspected he'd probably gone to demand that 'Star' be dope tested yet again. It seemed like he was right as he looked towards the arena entrance and spied the man who'd demanded the same thing the day before, talking angrily to the headshaking vets, his hands and arms flaying about wildly.
"Asshole." Urs grumbled quietly then turned his attention back to what Franky was doing.
She was still standing beside 'Star', stroking his face and feeding him the odd sugarlump, answering the questions that were asked of her and completely ignoring the foul looks Gordon Baxter was shooting her. It was all too clear that the man who'd won the event four times in a row wasn't happy that the animal he'd bred and trained for this event had finished in second place and therefore wasn't getting as much attention as he had the previous years. It was a completely different look to the one his wife had on her face. Fawn Baxter was smiling and doing much the same to 'Besty' as Franky was to 'Star'. A member of the royal family had come in third place and looked completely happy with his final position if the way he was patting 'Miracle Worker's' neck was anything to go by.
Huffing out a breath, Urs looked to where Geena's parents sat and gave them a wave when he caught their attention. He giggled again when he saw Ginnifer's face, because her eyes were still wide half an hour after the event had come to its end and Steven was grinning with pride over what his daughter had achieved. The only member of the family that was missing was brother and that was due to the fact that Logan was in the middle of taking his final exams to become a vet.
Urs turned back to look at Franky briefly then back to the family, wondering where they would be if she hadn't played a part in persuading him to forgive Geena for what she'd done to the MG. Ginnifer might have been dead or in jail at the very least given that she used to drink and drive. Logan might not have even gone to university because he'd didn't think his mother would ever quit drinking so that he could do so. Steven certainly wouldn't be playing a part in restoring some of the old stone carvings and statues that were located on buildings in and around London.
Throughout the entire time he'd been watching what was happening down in the arena, Urs had kept a smile on his face. He was extremely happy about what had happened after all and hadn't really paid attention to what was going on behind him. He'd known those two women were there since he and Franky had taken their seats, but up until Franky had left him neither had said anything about her. Then the same old comments had started and he'd said that little quote to himself several times during the presentation ceremony. How many exactly, he didn't know, but now he'd reached the end of his tether.
"What?" One woman asked, giving him a flirty smile as he turned round to face her with a scowl on his own. "Finally had enough of her and the way she..........?"
"Oh ja! I have had enough. Of women like you presuming that I am that I am stupid that I would put up with the kind of behaviour you and your friend have been attributing to my wife. Do you really think I would have put up with that for almost thirty-seven years? Do you really think I would have stayed with her and given her the things I have just because she fulfills my needs? I know I am a much better man than to stay with any woman just for either of those reasons. And just to set the record straight, I don't have a right to be down there sharing the spotlight with Franky. I don't own a hair on that horses body and haven't been involved in any aspect of his training. He belongs entirely to Franky and, out of the two of us, she deserves every ounce of credit or praise that's probably being payed to her down in that arena. If I had had any part in that, don't think for one minute she would have gone down there without me, because you would be wrong. What I find particularly amusing about everything that I've heard you both saying about her over the last three days is that you have the nerve to accuse Franky of still being in search of fame and everything that goes with it when it is all too clear that is exactly what the two of you are after."
"I-I-I don't know what you mean." The second woman protested looking from her friend to Urs and back again.
"Oh I think you do. I saw how you behaved around His Royal Highness yesterday and how you reacted when he didn't pay you the attention you were craving. I know that look well enough to know what the two of you are all about. Been there, done it.......up until I met Franky anyway. Now if you'll excuse me......ladies."
Urs huffed out a breath and shuffled along in front of the people he had to pass to reach the steps that had enabled him to reach his seat. Several of those that had sat near him were women and gave him a smile and a nod as he scooted past them. One even grabbed his arm gently and told him that she had been about to say something to the two loud women when he'd turned around.
"You've met Franky before?" Urs asked once he'd looked back to the arena to see that Franky was still answering questions and having photographs taken.
"No, but I've seen you with the woman you dated before her and with Franky. In Lucerne. You have always looked so much happier with Franky than you ever did with the other woman. It always makes me laugh when the two of you have those back and forth arguments about buying something she's stopped to admire for a second or two, particularly when it comes to jewellery."
"Ja, I know. I like those myself, particularly since she thinks she's got more than enough already."
The woman giggled, released her hold as she nodded then turned to the man standing by her side with a beaming smile on her face. Even though he didn't know the couple by name, it was all too clear they were madly in love with each other and the rings on the woman's left hand looked like they'd been there a long time. As old as those rings looked, he knew what the look the couple exchanged meant since he saw it every day, particularly in the mornings when he and Franky decided it was time to get up. Every time he approach her from behind, he'd see a similar smile in the mirror as his arms made their way around her waist. And for almost every day since they'd married he returned the smile he reserved only for her.
Smiling properly now, Urs made his way down to the hoarding that ran around the arena and reached it just in time to see Geena riding 'Midnight Star' out to the warm up/cool down ring followed by Franky and Bernice. Knowing exactly where to go, Urs began to make his way to the same place. It took him quite a while due to the fact so many members of the audience had decided to leave early and there was already a huge crowd to make his way through to get where he wanted to be. Even when he got there he had to say 'Excuse me' several times due to the fact so many people were gathered around, talking to Franky while Geena and Bernice made sure 'Midnight Star' was properly taken care of. He didn't know exactly how much time had past when he reached her, but the first thing he did was give her a firm congratulatory kiss on the lips.
"What are you congratulating me for? I didn't ride him did I?"
"Nein, but you were patience personified in teaching Geena the basics of riding and for that you deserve to be congratulated."
"If you say so, honey." Franky blushed slightly at his statement then excused the two of them and moved away from the crowd. "Have you had a little confrontation with someone, Urs?"
"Ja. But don't have a go at me about it. Three days of listening to them put you down would be more than anyone could bear."
"Okay. Those two that were sitting behind us I'm guessing? The same old things?"
"Ja. Anyway, Gordon Baxter didn't look very happy with where his horse finished."
"I know." Franky sighed. "I could hear him talking to Fawn while the three of us were being interviewed. Sore loser kind of stuff that I really didn't pay any attention to and even Fawn told him to shut up just before we left the arena."
Urs nodded then turned his head to see why Franky's smile had suddenly dropped to a frown. He soon realised why she didn't look very happy and walked by her side until they'd reached the point where Gordon Baxter stood holding 'Star's' reins tight in his right while he yanked the protesting horse's head from side to side.
"Take your hands off him?" Franky yelled, shoving Gordon hard enough to make him let go of the reins.
"What? I was only giving him a look over." Gordon huffed, looking 'Star' over from a distance now. "How much do you want for him?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me Francesca Buhler. How much do you want for him? Name your price and it's yours."
"Ha! I wouldn't sell him to you Gordon Baxter if my life depended on it. I never have liked the way you push your animals to win and I wish there was something I could do to stop you. The only credit I can give you is that you make sure they're well taken care of." Franky huffed. "However, no way in Hell are you getting your hands on 'Star'. He's not for sale.........at any price. Believe me I've been offered more than you could ever afford for him and I still said no."
"From who exactly?" Gordon laughed, moving around to the back of the now agitated, ground pawing horse, his hand raised ready to give 'Star' a quick slap on the rump.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Urs warned, knowing that 'Star' had a habit of kicking out with one or other of his rear legs if he felt threatened.
Gordon glared at Urs then at Franky, moved his arm a little higher then let a little laugh as he began to bring the hand down. Both Urs and Franky moved to try and stop him but didn't get the chance because another rider had done so by grabbing Gordon Baxter's arm and had whirled him away from the now prancing and snorting animal.
"I believe the lady said the horse isn't for sale. Now move along before I......"
No-one heard whatever else was said because the man had leaned into Gordon's ear to whisper his threat. Gordon swallowed hard as the much youner man pulled back, gave him a quick courtly nod and ran out of the area as fast as his feet could carry him.
"So Mr Cowell didn't get what he wanted after all?"
"No your highness." Franky replied with a smile to the fourth in line to England's throne.
"Oh to have been able to see the look on his face when you refused his generous offer."
"You knew about that?"
"Actually, Franky..........I had bet with him just after the first time 'Star' competed. He was so positive you would sell. Though he wanted him for racing purposes. Would you mind telling me why you looked so shocked when 'Star' won today?"
"Because I really wasn't expecting him to, especially since he's only really done enough to qualify prior to today. I would have been happy, even if he'd come in last place. The only dream I ever had with regard to this event is to be able to say that I owned a horse who'd competed here and lasted the whole three days. Nothing more. I never thought, for one minute, that dream would come true or that the horse concerned would exceed my crazy ambition."
"I see. You know he has potential to do much, much more, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. At least I do now." Franky nodded, patting the bag she carried on her right shoulder and giving a nod to Bernice who'd somehow managed to calm 'Star' down and now stood stroking his face.
"Ah! Good choice. Now I really must be going, busy schedule and all that. I do, however, look forward to competing against him again."
Franky nodded with a smile on her face as she and Urs watched the Prince leave then turned to talk to Bernice once they'd both checked 'Midnight Star' and Geena were all right. Franky gave him a firm stroke all over then moved to stand in front of him, her forehead pressed against his face with her eyes closed. Knowing what she'd said she was going to do, no matter where 'Star' finished today, Urs held his breath and watched Franky take several deep ones before she kissed the horse. She then retrieved the paperwork she'd had drawn up before the event and presented it to Bernice.
"You can't do this." Bernice protested, her eyes wide and head shaking once she'd read the document over briefly.
"Yes I can. He's my horse and I know you've been looking for a horse you can take to the Olympics. I know how long you've been dreaming of following in your mother's footsteps. Now you have the chance or are you going to tell me I'm wrong about 'Star'?"
"N-N-N-NO! No. He's got the potential to make it that far, he's the best I've seen in years. At least let me give you what he's worth."
"No." Franky shook her head then moved to stand beside Bernice so that she could point out some clauses in the document. "Just remember those clauses if he doesn't make it or whenever you decide to retire him. Okay?"
"Erm..........Okay!" Bernice nodded, turned to look at Geena with a smile on her face when she saw the disappointed look on the young woman's. "Don't think for one minute this means you're never going to ride him again. You have as much potential as he does to make it to the next Olympics, Geena. Question is............Is that still what you want?"
"Do I ever?!"
Laughing after spending a few moments watching an ecstatic Geena dance around and hug 'Star', Urs took hold of Franky's hand and led her out to the car. They left the grounds of one of England's most famous stately homes still giggling, knowing that 'Star' was in safe hands and wouldn't be pushed too hard to achieve Bernice's dream. They were simply happy that Gordon Baxter wouldn't ever get his hands on the horse he'd been after since he'd seen him as a yearling.
As for the horse that had been so shy, tentative and skittish as a colt, he went on to fulfill Bernice's and Geena's dream, beating Gordon's horses every time they were up against each other. Horse and rider did their country proud a few years later by winning several major international events and an Olympic silver medal, losing out to a French rider by just three points. When it came time for him to retire, Bernice was more than happy to return him the stables where he'd been born. 'Midnight Star' ended his days at the age of thirty-five in the very same stable and his body was buried in the turn out paddock beside those of 'Midnight Blue' and 'Star Dreamer'.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sun Sep 02, 2012 5:05 pm|| |
Chapter 194 - Angel Confined
"Not like Simon at all! My Ass!" Urs yelled as he pulled the door to the master suite shut. "Don't make me laugh. You're just as stubborn as he was when it comes to your health." He continued, heading towards the staircase with Franky's computer tucked under his arm. "And you! You should know better than to.........."
"I'm sorry, Papi. She said she only wanted it for a minute." Jordi replied, his head hanging in shame.
"I don't care if she only wants it for a second, she's not having it until she's better. It's bad enough she's in agony and I can't do anything to comfort her other than feed her painkillers."
"And if you two carry on shouting she's not going to get the rest she needs......is she?"
Urs and Jordi looked at each other then at the man who'd just brought them to heel. Gaston. Gaston stood at the top of the stairs, arms folded across his chest, eyes flicking from one man to the other, calmly telling them both they needed to calm down without having to say the words. Urs huffed a quick laugh, knowing that was exactly how Franky would have handled the situation if he'd been arguing with someone else. Hell, she'd have done it with their children too, he'd seen her do it often enough to know that. He stood looking at Gaston La Tiolais for a moment or two and wondered where he'd picked the mannerisms up from. He knew the young Frenchman wasn't mimicking Franky because she hadn't had to stop an argument in front of him yet.
"No." Jordi replied giving Gaston a quick smile.
"Nein she's not." Urs shook his head at the man he and Franky had met six months after Jordi had gone to work in Edinburgh.
The man they'd both liked immediately, neither of them caring that he was almost ten years old than Jordi. The thing they cared about most was that Gaston treated Jordi well and had accepted the fact he had female as well as male friends. He was particularly fond of Joanne even though he'd only met her briefly until a couple of days ago. Watching those three had been like watching Franky with Michael and Byron and had provided lots of opportunities to laugh and tease each other.
Like any couple, they'd endured problems in their relationship, particularly with regard to another man wanting Jordi for himself. Stating that he was far too good looking to be with Gaston, following the couple around the city, breaking into their apartment at one point to wait for Jordi to get home. Gaston allowing Jordi to deal with man himself and watching as the naked man was dragged from their bedroom in handcuffs.
Exactly where Jack Newham was now, neither of them knew. The only thing they were sure of was that he wasn't anywhere in Edinburgh and had been picked up by an older looking couple after spending two years in prison. Both Jordi and Gaston suspected his parents had discovered what Jack had done and had turned up to take him back to America. Whatever the case was, Jordi and Gaston had stuck together through it all and were much happier now that Jack wasn't around.
Hearing a door open a little further down the hallway, all three men turned their heads and smiled as Melinda came out of the bedroom she'd spent the night in, rubbing at her eyes, her hair a complete mess that usually got several lugs in overnight. Urs looked at Jordi as she started to walk towards them and smiled, knowing that she always asked 'Daddy Jordi' to tidy her up.
"Where's Gran and why is you free shoutin' at each others?" Melinda asked, hands firmly planted on her hips as she looked from man to man to man.
"Gran's still in bed. She's got a very poorly head an........." Gaston informed, lifting the toddler into his arms and tweaking her nose.
"Oh! So we won'ts be goin' to da zoo today?"
"Melinda, what have you been told about interupting?"
Jordi smiled, shook his head then took Melinda from Gaston and gently told her that it looked like there was something else wrong with Gran and that they were going to have to wait until the doctor had been before they risked going out. If Urs's suspicions were confirmed, they didn't want to run the risk of spreading the disease any further than they already may have. With Serena, Frank and Kurt's families having spent the previous day in the house there was only so much they could do to stop their friends and associates picking up the virus that had caused a vile looking and lumpy rash on the back of Franky's right shoulder.
Melinda nodded after a few moments thought, huffed out a disappointed breath then walked downstairs between Jordi and Gaston. Breakfast was a simple affair of cereal, toast and juice and the four of them had just finished eating when the gate buzzer went. Urs moved to answer it and opened the front door while the gates were closing behind the doctor's car. Urs showed the man up to the master suite and paced up and down the hallway outside while Franky was examined. Hours seemed to have ticked by when he heard the door open again and he could see Franky lying on her stomach in the middle of their bed, punching hell out of the pillows despite the pain Urs knew she was in.
"You were right, it's shingles all right and a pretty bad case of them."
"Damn it!" Urs huffed, knowing that Franky was suffering from a migraine as well.
"Well that's not as bad as what Franky said when I confirmed your suspicion. I never thought she would use such foul language."
"She rarely does. And hates having to cancel plans at the last minute. Oh well, the zoo's not going anywhere."
The doctor smiled, handed Urs a prescription and told him to call if the painkillers he'd prescribed didn't help. Urs looked at what he'd printed out then at the doctor with a look of confusion when he saw that Franky was going to be taking the same medication he'd been given when he'd suffered with the virus. Then he remembered Franky telling him that the doctor could have given him morphine if what he'd been given didn't ease the pain enough for him to be able to rest comfortably and sleep. Urs nodded, hoping Franky wouldn't need it either and showed the doctor out of the house. Jordi and Gaston were standing nearby as he turned away from closing the gates and both sighed heavily once he'd confirmed what Franky had. He left Jordi with the responsibility of making sure the prescription was filled then went upstairs to make sure Franky was comfortable. He opened the master suite door to find her lying on her stomach, the bed clothes pushed down to her waist, her hair pulled over to the left and shoulders shaking slightly. Knowing that she was crying, he moved to perch on the edge of the bed and gently touched her face.
"I'm sorry, angel. I was only thinking of you. You know using a computer makes your migraine worse. Painkillers not working?"
"I know you were. They're working just fine.......on the migraine at least. I'm just mad that I had to go and get this now." Franky informed with a sniff, thumping the pillow hard again.
"Why? It's not like we have anything major planned. There are no special events coming up."
"I know but I was......had planned to surprise you."
"With what?" Urs asked, knowing that they hadn't much time to themselves lately due to the fact they'd spent a lot of time with their children, grandchildren and friends.
"On nothing much really. Just something I remember you saying you wouldn't mind having a go at when the tour reached Birmingham and we went for a walk down by the canal." Franky replied slowly and using her left to indicate the drawer on her nightstand.
Urs opened the drawer, retrieved the brochure that sat at the top and opened it to find a booking form inside. He read through what Franky had arranged and the memory of that walk came flooding back. He'd completely forgotten what he'd said during the tour where she'd been able to go everywhere with him for the first time and sat there shaking his head once he'd read that she'd booked a four night canal boat getaway for them.
Starting out from Anderton Marina they would have cruised sedately along the River Weaver and its valley, negotiated just one lock and travelled through a tunnel almost a mile long as well as two smaller ones. Once they reached a place called Lymm they would have turned around and done the entire journey in reverse. Urs shook his head, knowing that he would have really enjoyed the trip Franky had arranged to begin, the day after Jordi, Gaston and Melinda returned to Edinburgh and now understood why she'd wanted her computer. She'd known exactly how ill she was and had probably just finished cancelling the arrangements when he'd stormed in and snatched it from her.
Feeling slightly guilty about the way he'd reacted, Urs returned the brochure to the drawer then turned to apologise to Franky again only to find that she was fast asleep. He kissed her cheek before leaving her to rest and returned downstairs to find Jordi on the phone, letting everyone know what Franky was ill with and promising to help Urs take good care of her over the next seven to ten days. The three men and one little girl did take very good care of Franky while she was ill, neither of them bothered by the fact that her frustration at being confined showed a couple times. The things they would remember above that was being in the master suite listening to Melinda giggle or sigh out a long 'awwwwwwww' as she watched the old DVDs of Franky skating and to see Franky smile when the little girl showed her what she'd learned so far at ballet class.
What concerned them more was that Franky would suffer from postherpetic neuralgia for almost a full year once the rash and pain had subsided. She didn't let that bother her though and re-booked the break she'd had to cancel. It didn't matter to Urs or Franky that they had to go late in the season and that it rained for two out of the four days they travelled. What mattered most was that they'd had fun, particularly since they were able to take 'Jester' with them and he'd spent most of his time either running along the roof of the barge or sitting at the bow end, barking enthusiastically whenever they passed another boat.
Long before they'd arrived back at the marina, Urs and Franky had agreed they would have to do something similar at least once more during their lifetime. They'd also had one of their silly little arguments about who was going to control 'Simply Perfect' once they'd been shown how to operate it and had giggled like teenagers when the proprietor had presumed they were newlyweds. Urs had eased the barge away from its mooring, laughing along with Franky after he'd told the man how long they'd been married, leaving him standing on the footpath with the 'Stunned Goldfish' look on his face.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:37 am|| |
I just love all the things Franky and Urs get into and how she still trys to help out friends and just people in general that is so Franky..
I had the shingles but on my side and back and it is far from being a picnic.. I had to wear patches all around my waist.. For the pian alone..
Poor Urs trying to make her feel better..
Well they come thru another event in their lives can't wait to see what else they have been up to..
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Wed Sep 05, 2012 4:50 pm|| |
Chapter 195 - Dives & Revelations
Both he and Franky knew Sylvie was having problems with Jasmine at the moment and needed their support in dealing with her because she was twice as much work as Ursy had ever been despite the fact she'd been raised in exactly the same way. Just yesterday he'd heard Jasmine demand that Sylvie buy her a new toy and had watched her throw a tantrum when Sylvie said no.
"I is a Princess and Princesses always get what they wants." Jasmine had informed with her fists on her hips and a stamp of her feet.
"Oh really?" Sylvie had replied, looking at her daughter sternly for a few moments. "Well Daddy may call you his little Princess, but you are not a real one Jasmine. And for your information, real princesses do not always get what they want. Now move."
Neither her mother's stern look or Franky's had made the stubborn child move away from what she'd wanted. Not until Urs had moved to stand beside Franky with his features stoic and arms crossed had Jasmine begun to walk away from the shelving. Her bottom lip had trembled and tears had welled in her eyes throughout the entire journey home, but she'd refused to let them fall until she'd ran into the house and found her father. Much as he loved her, Nicholas had known she'd thrown a tantrum the moment he saw Sylvie. He'd refused to pick her up or cuddle her and hadn't said a word as Sylvie placed her on the naughty step for six minutes. For almost an hour four adults and one young man had had to listen to Jasmine scream at the top of her lungs with tears running down her face and watch Sylvie return her to the step each time she stood up and ran away. By the end of the punishment, Sylvie had looked exhausted, but she'd made Franky, Urs and Nicholas proud of her once again.
Now it was the following morning and they were in the audience for the third day in succession to support Ursy in his quest to win yet another medal for diving. Approaching seventeen years of age, he already had a vast collection and wasn't bothered that they weren't all gold. All he was really bothered about was taking part and winning a medal was just an added bonus. He did have a handful of golds, but his favourite one was the one he'd won just a few months ago when he'd come first in the Junior World Diving Championship. That event had been held in Paris and now he was going to compete in an open competition in London, against some much older men, he was only being expected to do his best.
"Mamma! I want a..........."
"Don't start, Jasmine. I warned you at breakfast. How many more times, it's I would like, not I want."
"Sorry. I really would like a baby sister, you know?"
"Yes, I know you do, but.........." Sylvie stopped and turned her attention to Franky.
"Perhaps it's time you told her." Urs whispered into Sylvie's ear, knowing that Sylvie had suffered three miscarriages, but that she hadn't told Jasmine yet.
"Yeah, I know. But not right now." Sylvie shook her head at Urs then smiled at Franky, the look on her face requesting Franky to support her again, just like she had when Ursy had turned seven.
That had been hard and Sylvie had lost two babies by that time. Both just days after she'd had the pregnancy confirmed by her doctor and both before she'd reached eight weeks. When she'd lost the first one, she'd seemed a bit cold, had even said she hadn't really lost that much. Hearing that had caused Nicholas to raise his voice and remind her that they needed to grieve, no matter how far along she'd been, they still needed to mourn. Counselling had got them through both times, then they'd been blessed with Jasmine. They'd agreed one more attempt after her and just after she'd turned two it had looked like they were going to have the three children they'd always wanted. Twenty-three weeks in, Sylvie had collapsed after a rehearsal, clutching her stomach and she'd lost the little boy they'd planned to name Nicholas. As hard as it had been for Franky to have that memory brought back, she'd pushed her pain aside and had driven all the way to Paris, to support Sylvie, Nicholas and Ursy. Only allowing her tears to fall when Urs had arrived at the hospital a few hours later.
"We'll talk about that later, Jasmine. Right now we're here to support your brother." Sylvie sighed, closing eyes and placing her hand on her stomach, knowing that she would never have another child due to the fact Nicholas had had a vasectomy after his namesake's loss and she'd agreed that she would never ask him to have it reversed when she'd agreed to him having the operation in the first place.
"Okay, Mamma." Jasmine nodded, sighed heavily then turned her attention back to where her brother sat waiting to show what he was capable of. "He looks scared."
"Probably is. He's got some strong competition this time and didn't think he would get this far. He might not be placing a medal round your neck today."
"Awwwwwww! I like it when he does that."
"I know you do, but no sulking if he doesn't. I mean it, Jasmine."
The competition hadn't started yet but from his seat Urs could see that things were about to get going. He kept his focus on Ursy for a moment or two and huffed a quick laugh when he saw him chewing on his fingernails. There was no doubt about it, he was indeed nervous and Urs couldn't blame him. It would be a miracle if he did win a medal today, he was up against some really good divers and Urs knew one of them had won silver at the last Olympics. The gold medal winner wasn't there, because he'd retired from competition after that win and had turned to coaching. Still, there was a very slim chance that Ursy might leave with something, especially since what mattered was how any competitor performed on the day. Nothing was set in stone, no matter how good they were.
"Can you see him?" Urs heard a young girl querying as she and three of her friends shuffled into the empty seats in front of Urs, Franky, Sylvie and Jasmine.
"Heeeeeeeeeee's.........there. Second row, far left."
"Oh yeah, I see him. Isn't he drop dead gorgeous? Shame he's wearing that tracksuit right now. That body is to die for and the butt in those teeny, tiny trunks........don't even get me started on that."
"What's up front ain't bad either."
Hearing a grunted laugh beside him, Urs whipped his head round, wondering why Franky found it amusing to hear three young women talking about their grandson the way they were. Then he remembered that Sylvie, Serena and Ciara used to do much the same thing when they found a certain boy very attractive as did the boys with regard to girls. It made for some very interesting and slightly embarrassing conversations sometimes, especially when such conversations were held outside the confines of the Buhler family home.
"Wouldn't you just love to wake up next to him?"
"Waking up next to him is not what I ever have in mind when I dre.........."
"Do you really think you should be talking like that about my son in front of his little sister?" Sylvie asked with a smile and a slightly red face, having leaned forward to tap the shoulder of one of the young women.
"Oh my God! I am........We're so sorry. We didn't see you there. I mean.....Well you know........we're big fans."
"Yes, I know. I saw you at the last event. Just a modecum of decorum please ladies."
"Yes, Mrs Jenson. Sorry, Mrs Jenson."
"I'm surprised you didn't say something." Urs stated to Franky while they watched the first diver prepare to jump off the ten metre platform.
"Why should I? I knew Sylvie would handle it. Besides, I've heard much worse from much more mature ladies, though they were talking about you. Oh dear! Looks like he came out of that dive a little too late."
"What do you mean by that statement?" Urs asked, nodding in agreement with her last statement, wondering how much the young man's chest hurt as he surfaced.
"Urs! You are not that naive. Let's just say my ears were not kept completely occupied with listening to Nickelback or Orva snoring when I flew out to surprise you in Zurich and leave at that, shall we?"
"No, I'm not. Tell me."
"No!" Franky shook her head then pointed towards the pool where she wanted him to focus.
Urs huffed then did as she requested even though Ursy wasn't close to diving yet. He thought back in time and widened his eyes, recalling some of the things he'd heard when Il Divo had first started. He wasn't that naive that he didn't know there were more sites than the OF on the internet. Every major star had unofficial sites, he knew that much too. On top of that, he'd heard what some women would like to do to him during other flights, some not knowing he was aboard and looking very red faced once they'd landed and he'd stood to leave. Others not caring that Franky had been sitting right beside him and being very vocal, though that type were very rare. He wasn't that naive that he didn't know other stars were fantasised about. Hell, Lauren had almost told him who Franky had fantasised up until she'd met him. He didn't mind, he'd done it before meeting Franky and he'd told her so. Though unlike Astrid, she considered it normal, not 'freaky and disgusting'.
Not wanting to remember how hard Astrid had hit him after he'd made that confession, Urs turned to look at Franky briefly then thought better of it after seeing the stern look she shot him. Even though he was still a little curious, he quickly put things together once his inner voice had angrily asked him why he wanted to know when Franky had never asked him to tell her what he'd heard other men saying about her. He realised that she'd probably shot him that scowl because she was wondering why he was wanting to know about other women's fantasties after all these years. Understanding that he'd upset her a little, he turned his head, leaned over and whispered an apology in her ear.
"I'm sorry, angel. Those women can have their fantasies. I'm only interested in what you want to do with me."
Franky smiled then nodded and squeezed his hand as they watched their eldest grandson begin the ascent up to the top of the platform. Just like he had during the preliminaries and the semi-finals, Urs watched his namesake launch himself into the air, not knowing what the dive was called, but knowing that Ursy had to do a forward one first. He hit the water perfectly in Urs's opinion, though that didn't count for anything today. What mattered were the judges's opinions and he smiled broadly when he saw the numbers on the scoreboard. There was only more male to dive after Ursy, then the second round would begin, his first dive had already put him into sixth place.
"Not doing bad to say he was scared of water until he was six years old, huh?" Urs heard a familiar voice questioning to his right and turned his head to see a very tired looking Nicholas taking a seat.
"Nein, he's not." Urs replied, knowing that little Ursy used to scream his head off if Sylvie so much as took him near a pool. "I'm just glad she kept trying and eventually taught him to swim. Everything all right back at the hospital?"
"Yeah, just do me a favour and give me nudge when Urs is up again."
Urs nodded, watched Nicholas close his eyes then turned his attention back to the pool. How his son-in-law had managed to get from London to Paris and back again in time to see Ursy dive he didn't know. All he did know was that he'd received a phone call in the early hours, he'd ran out of the house saying his skills had been requested to perform surgery on a very important patient and he would do his best to get back in time to see Ursy compete. Ursy hadn't been very happy when Sylvie had told him what had happened while he'd been sleeping, but he knew his father was a very skilled cancer surgeon and since they'd moved to Paris his reputation had grown and grown. He'd saved many peoples's lives over the years, particularly those who'd had tumours in difficult to reach places.
However, Nicholas wasn't that egotistical that he would attempt to operate if a patient had already been told their tumour was inoperable. He studied their casenotes carefully and found in particularly heartbreaking when he had to agree with one or more his colleagues. He'd even been offered huge sums to at least try, only to turn each and every one down and watch a patient storm out of his office angrily. He'd often yelled that he wished there wasn't the need for him to do such a thing, that there was cure. There wasn't yet, research was ongoing, Nicholas was involved with that and he was certain there would be a cure one day.
Pushing memories of what had happened to Ciara and what could possibly happen to Franky, given her family history, to the deepest recesses of his mind, Urs kept his focus on the competition. Ursy slipped down to ninth after the back dive, mostly due to the fact it was his weakest part, he moved up to seventh following the reverse dive, then up to fifth on the inward. He remained in that position once he'd performed a twisting plunge into the depths below. For his first senior diving competition Ursy had done amazingly well and the smile he wore let his family know he was happy with that.
"No, Jasmine. He's not going to win today. He'd have to do an amazing final dive and score top marks to win."
"But he is amazing. I think so and so do those girls." Jasmine informed Sylvie, pointing to the four young women who'd stood up and applauded Ursy each time he left the pool.
"And so do I." Sylvie sighed. "Now shush, please. It's almost over."
Jasmine nodded, turned her attention back to what her big brother was doing and gave him a wave and a smile. He returned it then flushed bright red when one of the girls sitting in front of Sylvie blew him a kiss. So far he'd only had one girlfriend but that hadn't lasted more than a six months due to the fact she didn't like how much time he had to put into practising or exercising. She'd go to the odd competition, but Mervon had never really been that interested in watching and she hadn't liked the fact that Ursy had quite a few fans, especially the female ones. He'd ended their relationship after she'd slapped one young woman for daring to give Ursy a quick congratulatory hug and a quick peck on the cheek. That had only happened a few weeks ago and Ursy had decided he was nowhere near ready for another relationship yet.
Each time another diver left the pool, Urs checked the scoreboard and tried to recall what dive Ursy was going to do last of all. He'd done so many throughout the competition, each one written down so the judges would know what to expect and look out for, though not by name. How the hell Ursy remembered what he was supposed to do, Urs didn't know, especially when the dives had to be written down as a combination of numbers and letters. All he could remember seeing at the bottom of the list was 6245D and that the 6 meant it would be an armstand take off. Having seen Ursy attempt the difficult dive before, Urs held his breath as he watched him walk to the end of the platform and quickly turned his head to his left then right. Franky and Sylvie were both chewing on their bottom lips, Nicholas was sitting on the edge of his seat and Jasmine's eyes were very wide. Even if he executed this dive perfectly and scored top marks they all knew he wouldn't win the competition. The best he could hope for was fourth place.
The crowd hushed as Ursy reached the end of the platform, turned and placed his hands down. He took a deep breath, then slowly raised his legs until he was completely upside down. He held the handstand for the required five seconds, pushed off with his muscular arms and performed two somersaults and two and a half twists before straightening out to hit the water for the final time. He breached the surface with a huge smile on his face and left the pool to a very appreciative round of applause. When his score came up a few seconds later the members of the Buhler family flew out of their seats to cheer. He'd done enough to secure fourth place and they were all ecstatic.
It took several minutes for the crowd to settle down so that medals could be presented and as they sat back down Nicholas was tapped on the shoulder. He turned his head over his shoulder but almost immediately turned back again with an accompanying growl. Urs turned his head to see who it was that had commanded Nicholas's attention for such a short while and noticed that Franky was doing the same. Neither of them knew the man's name or recognised him for that matter but it was obvious Nicholas and Sylvie had.
"You know, I don't know why you're all celebrating. I mean it's not like Urs won. He wasn't even placed, unlike my boy. I guarantee you by the next Olympics that my Stewart will wearing gold. He's getting the best training money buy and I am pushing him hard to blah.......blah.......blah........"
No-one paid attention to the rest of Stewart's father was saying once he'd started to brag. It was all too clear that he was a pushy parent and wouldn't have been happy if his son had ended the competition any lower than the third place he'd achieved. Instead they turned their attention back to Ursy and smiled when they saw he was congratulating Stewart with a brotherly hug. All of them knew Ursy loved diving and what he wanted to achieve. His coach was patient, kind and encouraging and had always beamed a huge smile, no matter what position Ursy finished in. It was so much different to what Stewart received as a reward from his coach. A narrowed-eyed, angry scowl accompanied by a slow headshake.
The five of them stayed until the end of the medal ceremony the filed out behind a large group of people and quickly settled themselves in the cafe where they'd already arranged to meet up with Ursy. He arrived twenty minutes later, blushing and wiping lipstick off his right cheek.
"Ewwwwww! How can anyone kiss you?" Jasmine retched then stuck her tongue out at her face pulling brother.
Ursy laughed for a moment or two then finally allowed his supporters to give him a congratulatory hug. He smiled broadly as he hugged Sylvie but the smile dropped quickly as he pulled back. He looked from his mother to Jasmine then Nicholas then back to Jasmine before he spoke.
"You want to tell her about Nicholas, don't you?" He asked after taking a deep breath.
"Yes we do, but not today Urs. This is your day." Nicholas replied, his arm around Sylvie's waist pulling her close.
"I know that, but the competition is over now. I'm happy with what I've done and I know you're all proud of me. What I'm not happy with is hearing you cry every time Jasmine brings up the subject of having another child. I know how hard it's going to be, I remember how hard you found it to tell me and I was thirteen. But I know you can do it." Urs replied, his voice no more than a whisper, his eyes flitting from those of his parents to an unaware Jasmine. "Please tell her today."
"Okay." Sylvie nodded, choking back tears and quickly wiping her eyes as she looked to Nicholas then Franky.
Nothing more was said on the subject until much later in the evening because everyone wanted to focus on Ursy and his achievement for a little while longer while they ate dinner. They told him what Stewart's father had said and smiled when he rolled his eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd heard such a thing and didn't give a damn what Stewart's father thought. Ursy had his dreams, he was happy that his family was supporting him and that was all that mattered to him.
All too soon the meal came to an end and Jasmine almost kicked off again when Sylvie asked her not to turn the television on. She pouted as she turned to look at her mother, saw the tears welling and immediately asked what was wrong.
"Come sit here." Sylvie instructed with a soft smile, patting her lap and waiting until Jasmine was settled there. "I.......We know you want a little sister sweetheart and I wish we could give you one. I really do, but we can't. When you were little, Mamma was going to do that but........."
While Sylvie had been talking, Urs noticed that Franky had disappeared and knew that was highly unusual for her not to be there, quietly offering her support. He was just about to go looking for her when she came back downstairs with an old, battered book in her hands. Urs recognised it immediately as the one they'd used to help explain her miscarriage to their children when they'd became inquisitive. Four times he'd sat down with her to go through that book and help the children understand what had happened. Now here she was, seeing Sylvie struggling to do it just once despite having more support than Franky had ever had and touching Sylvie's shoulder as she handed the book over.
Hard though it was to hear the story for a fifth time, Franky and Urs stayed close by until Sylvie and Nicholas had finished and waited for Jasmine's reaction. Just like Serena had all those years ago, Jasmine didn't say anything, she just sat there crying while processing all the information she'd been given and eventually understood why there would be no more Jenson babies born. She cried for a little longer then asked both her parents and Ursy to put her to bed. Sylvie and Nicholas agreed to do that and headed upstairs with Jasmine walking between them. Only once they were out of sight did Franky allow her tears to fall and Urs quickly wrapped his arms around her. With him facing the wall where Franky had hung the calendar Jasmine had made for them and suddenly realising what the date was, Urs closed his eyes and finally understood why Sylvie had been so withdrawn all day and had struggled to tell Jasmine what had happened.
Three years ago this very day she'd lost Nicholas Francis Dalton Jenson, the reason for his loss and the other two never to be known but she'd done what Franky had taught her to do. Pushed her own pain to one side in order to support and encourage a child that she was positive would achieve great things without having to be pushed to do so. He smiled briefly when he recalled the three of them having a conversation about Franky's ability to do that and Sylvie's response.
"I'll try, but I seriously doubt I will ever be as strong as Mami is, Papi. I really, really don't."
"Maybe not quite." Urs whispered as he raised his eyes to the ceiling
Sylvie, Nicholas and Ursy came back downstairs few moments later and Sylvie started to move towards Franky only for Urs to stop her and take deep breath before he spoke.
"I'm sorry that I forgot what day......what happened three years ago. I promise I'll remember in future."
"Oh Papi. You don't have to make that promise. I know you didn't forget.....not really. I know it slipped your mind because you got so excited about Ursy competing today. It wasn't just me, Nick, Ursy or Mami that were devastated about losing Nicky. I know you were too. I remember how hard you cried at his funeral and I'm glad you reminded me about Flavian and how comforting you found that picture Mami has on her desk. I'm glad you persuaded me and Nick to have Ciara do the same for us. As soon as we get home, I'm going to take it out of the drawer and hang alongside those we have of Ursy and Jasmine. Where it rightfully belongs. Okay?"
"Ja." Urs smiled and pulled Sylvie into a tight hug that lasted for several minutes.
Tears were streaming down her face as they seperated but she also had a smile on her face. She kissed Urs on the cheek then grabbed Franky's hand. Urs, Nicholas and Ursy looked at each other in confusion for a second or two then followed the two women to the display room. There they watched as Sylvie nodded towards the family tree Franky had spent hours loving creating on the wall and gave her mother a teary-eyed smile. Even though not a word had been spoken between the two women, Franky understood what Sylvie wanted her to do and quickly added the one person she'd always refused to add until Sylvie and Nicholas had told Jasmine everything about him. She came down the small ladder she'd used to reach the area a few moments after she'd written what Sylvie had wanted her to write and wiping her eyes once again.
Exactly three years after that tragic event Nicholas Francis Dalton Jenson's name, birth and death details now filled the space that had been left empty all that time.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Thu Sep 06, 2012 1:35 pm|| |
I am sure it was hard on Franky and Urs to remember their son and it was needed to help tell Jasmine about the loss of her other brother. It will be hard but as always this family gets thru the worse with support from each other.
Congrats to Ursy for his 4th place medal..
I know they are proud of him..
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Mon Sep 10, 2012 7:38 pm|| |
Chapter 196 - Round And Round We Go! :-)
When he'd first met Franky and had seen Karen's photograph of her freeclimbing, Urs had thought she had some kind of death wish, but other than the time he'd seen her freeclimb at the sports centre, she'd never done it again. He knew she hadn't given up climbing that way because she was scared. No. She knew how dangerous that activity could be, even for climbers who knew the rockface they were climbing well. No. She'd stopped for his sake, after she'd seen how scared he'd been when she'd escaped from Jamie and Anthony and David had accidently hit with his car.
She'd even said that she would stop climbing altogether if that was what he wanted. He'd been so shocked to hear her say it, he'd thought he'd heard wrong to begin with and had asked her to repeat herself. Once she'd done that, they'd got into an argument about the sacrifice she was willing to make. No, he wasn't that stupid that he didn't know that serious accidents could happen, even if a climber was wearing all the safety gear and had a climbing buddy they trusted. He'd heard stories throughout his life of such accidents happening and the person concerned ending up dead or physically disabled at the least. It wasn't like Franky went climbing every spare moment she had, once or twice a year maybe. She rode a motorbike and horses more frequently than that and a lot of people considered those two things much riskier to do. Agreeing with her suggestion would have been like asking her to stop doing those as well and, considering that she loved doing them as much as he did, he would never do that.
Besides, he'd been raised to believe that it was healthy for a husband and wife to have a few seperate interests and if climbing was hers, then so be it. He didn't mind staying on terra firma and watching her. In fact he loved sitting at the bottom of 'Devil's Drop' while she climbed with Gabriel, especially when she got to the part where she hung almost horizontal to the ground and particularly if the man she'd rescued was around. He appeared to have learned his lesson, hadn't tried to freeclimb it again, but had never been able to navigate the outcrop. A fact that always made Urs giggle each time he saw him attempting to conquer the difficult climb.
"And what do you find so amusing?" He heard Franky asking as she stopped the 4x4 at red light.
"That guy that walks away muttering to himself each time he fails to climb 'Devil's Drop'."
"Oh! Well he will always fail, unless he learns to stop over-reaching and take the closest hold. That's the trick with navigating the outcrop. Slow and steady. But some people will never learn. Eight times I've watched him, eight times he's stretched his arms and legs as far as they can go. It's good job he's got such a strong climbing buddy."
"Ja, I know. Green."
"Huh! Oh so it is." Franky laughed and eased the large vehicle forward again. "I'm glad you didn't agree to what I said all those years ago you know?"
"I know you are. You know I love the fact that you've always been so active and that you've always been willing to try new things."
"Hmmn! Remember when I tried to waterski at the lake. Couldn't stay upright for more than three seconds and there's you whizzing up and down, holding on with one hand after just three hours."
"Hey! I've got to have one thing that I'm better at than you. I mean I still can't come out of a Camel Spin without ending up my backside can I?"
"No, though sometimes I think you do that on purpose just so I come over and help you up."
"Nah!" Urs shook his head in denial as his eyes flew to the left.
"You are still such a bad liar, Urs Buhler. You know darn well what happens every time you do that."
"Ja, and how many times I've thanked Gott that we've left the ice to find the changing rooms empty."
"Stop it! Or I'll end up running off the road. You are......."
Urs chuckled as he felt the vehicle sway quickly from one side to the other and watched Franky's face turn red. He loved the fact that he could still do that to her and that she still came over to help him regain his footing on the ice even though she knew he did fall on purpose. He wasn't that bad at a Camel Spin that he fell every single time she tried to teach him to perfect it, he'd simply learned to spot when Franky was 'in the mood' and he usually fell so that she would come over and kiss him once he was upright. How many times they'd left the ice and made love in the locked dressing room, he didn't know. All he did know was that it happened after every single time his butt hit the ice, the last time had been just yesterday evening and her face had been just as red when they finally left the arena.
"Oh my God! Now look what you've done." Franky gasped, glancing in her rearview mirror and indicating to pull over.
Wondering what she was talking about, Urs looked in the wing mirror and had to stifle a laugh when he saw blue lights and headlights flashing behind him. Having been stopped by a member of the English police force in the same manner once before, Urs knew that was what was being requested of Franky. She drove a few more metres, stopped the vehicle and turned off the engine. The police officer was soon talking to her through the open window and asking her to exit the vehicle. The man sniffed loudly as Franky unfastened her seatbelt and Urs had a notion what he was thinking. He was proved right a few seconds later when Officer Grisham asked Franky when she'd last had a drink.
"Two days ago." Franky replied confidently.
"Well I can't smell alchohol on you, but that doesn't mean anything and that swerve was a pretty bad one. Are you aware how strict we are with regard to drink driving now?"
"Correct. So you wouldn't mind doing a roadside breath test?"
Officer Grisham nodded, removed a small machine from a pouch on his belt and instructed Franky as to how to blow into it. She took a deep breath, clamped her lips around the mouth piece and blew as she'd been instructed. The result came up almost instantly and Officer Grisham smiled as he showed her that it hadn't recorded a trace of alcohol on her breath. With a warning to concentrate on her driving, Franky climbed back into the driver's seat and continued with the journey. She looked a little nervous as the vehicle began to pick up speed, but considering that she had never been stopped before, that was only to be expected. It didn't take her long to get over the incident and begin chatting to Urs again, though this time she didn't so much as glance at him.
"Any idea where we're going yet?"
"Erm......Some of the landmarks look familiar, but others look pretty new. Give me a clue."
"The last time I took you to where we're heading you said I was crazy if I thought you would do such a thing."
"Gott! That was years ago. Is that place still open? I thought that craze had died out." Urs replied after several minutes of searching his memory.
"Well it did for a while. But it's making a comeback. The place re-opened a few months ago and it's still run by the same man."
"Well you won't have to persuade me to join in the fun this time. No cajoling or teasing will be required. You were right the first time we did it, I did enjoy it."
"I know that. No way would you have done it three times if you didn't." Franky replied, indicating once again and taking the turn smoothly.
A mile long, slow and bumpy ride followed that statement and Urs rolled his eyes over the fact the road that led to where they were going hadn't improved over the years. If anything it appeared to have gotten worse and Franky managed to avoid the largest potholes as they ascended the steep hill to the car park. She pulled to a stop and the two of them were soon walking across the gravelled car park towards a new brick built building. The young man seated behind the reception desk looked them up and down several times before checking the computer and asking them to take a seat.
He wasn't the only one to look at them like that since there were several other people in the waiting area. All of them much younger than Urs and Franky and whispering to their partners or companions.
"Do you think they know what goes on here?" One young woman asked her female friend.
"Don't you think they're way too old for this?" Queried another, this time to her boyfriend.
"They'll probably change their minds long before Danny calls them outside."
Urs looked at Franky as they sat down. She checked her watch then looked at the time on the waiting room clock and informed him they should be up next if Danny was running on time. Urs nodded, then looked at the photographs Danny had displayed on one long wall. Most of them showed couples with big grins on their faces, others showed the couples laughing and the odd one or two people looking like they were about to throw up. He'd almost finished looking at the pictures when Danny entered the waiting room and called his and Franky's names once he'd settled a very green looking young couple into spare seats and told Carson to keep an eye on them for a few minutes.
"Kids nowadays." Danny chuckled as the three of them headed outside and around to where the activity took place. "Those last two only did one run. You two think you can manage three again?"
"I think so. You remember who we are?"
"Ain't hard, not with a surname like yours and the fact my mother drove me gaga with your CDs. Still does actually." Danny replied to Urs's query as he handed two harness over. "You remember what to do?"
A few moments later, Urs stood by and watched as Franky disappeared into a large plastic ball. Danny followed her and called Urs in once he'd secured Franky inside. Danny crawled out, asked if they were ready and few seconds later the ball began to move down the purpose built course. When they reached the bottom of the hill, Urs and Franky were giggling and weren't surprised that they'd almost reached thirty miles per hour. They climbed out, walked back up to the top of the hill and 'Sphered' two more times in their alloted time.
The two of them were laughing even harder as they reached the top of the hill after the third run and didn't stop when they saw that everyone who'd been in the waiting room had come out to watch them. It was a very funny sight to see so many younger people standing there with the 'Stunned Goldfish' look on their faces and Urs wished Franky had bought her camera with her. Danny found it highly amusing too and took a picture of the group once he'd took one of Urs and Franky.
"See you again in another fifteen years Mrs Buhler?" Danny asked with a cheeky smile as Urs took hold of her hand and began to walk away.
"Danny! I will be almost eighty-two by then." Franky replied, her head turned over her shoulder and a smile still on her face.
"My ass you will. Seventy tops." Danny yelled back before turning to the group and asking who was next.
For the the second time in less than twenty-four hours, Franky left a place of fun with a red face and giggling, but for two completely different reasons.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:18 am|| |
You had me scared there for a bit JJ I thought Franky was going to do something to get herself killed..
I can see her and Urs doing the Sphere and having a great time..
He is still so deeply in love with his wife it is so amazing how they know each other so well..
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Thu Sep 13, 2012 12:23 pm|| |
Chapter 197 - Through The Darkness
"Nein, Urs. Ich brauche dich nicht dort, ich will dich nicht dort. Ich kann dies allein tun."
"Lars! I realise you're upset, but please have the courtesy to speak English or at least slow down. You know Franky can't speak German that quickly and we tell each other everything." Urs asked, looking at his brother angrily.
"Fine! I'm going alone Urs. It's bad enough that.......that Pia is dead without me having to look at HER while I wait to find out why." Lars huffed, flicking his head towards Franky with his eyes narrowed.
"Don't be such an ass, Lars! It's not Franky's fault Pia died. She did everything she could after she collapsed or don't you remember that?"
"Well maybe if she hadn't persuaded us to dance, Pia might still be here."
"A bloody Waltz, Lars. That's all it was. A gentle Waltz. It's not like Franky got her to perform the.........Oh go by yourself for all I care."
"What Franky?" Urs asked as Lars pushed himself away from the table and stormed out of the back door. "The way he's behaving you'd think you had asked Pia to dance the Can Can or something."
"I know, but he's still in shock, Urs. Give him some leeway. I don't give a damn what he thinks or says right now. What I do give a damn about is you being there to support him."
"You're saying we should go to the hospital and do what we did for Carlos when Karen died?"
"Not we, you. I've already made arrangements to pick the children up from the airport." Franky shook her head and gave him a quick smile.
"Okay, I don't really want to, considering how he's been treating you since yesterday, but I'll go." Urs replied, rising from his seat and leaning over the table to give Franky a kiss on the cheek before heading upstairs to get dressed.
Despite his age, he made it upstairs pretty quickly and tossed his pyjama bottoms on the bed once he'd removed them. While he dressed, he remembered everything that had happened the previous day, fighting back tears as he did so.
Lars and Pia had arrived as planned, both of them looking fine even though they were both older than Urs and Franky. They'd eaten dinner together and had decided to end the evening in the music/dance room. Even though Lars was as bad at dancing as Urs was and Pia wasn't much better, they'd all enjoyed themselves and had been giggling as they moved to leave. Things had changed as Lars and Pia reached the door.
Pia had suddenly clutched at her chest, breathlessly told Lars she didn't feel very good and collapsed to the floor. Franky had swung into action immediately while Urs called the emergency service. It had taken them less than fifteen minutes to arrive and take over the process of trying to revive Pia. However, they hadn't suceeded and had pronounced her dead half an hour later. Just like Carlos had all done those years ago, Lars had grabbed one of the paramedics and demanded they continue until they got Pia breathing again. Fear had flashed in the young woman's eyes for a second or two, then she'd remembered her training and gently told him that there was nothing more they could do. Lars had released that hold and had immediately dropped to his knees. Then he'd gently lifted Pia's upper half and held her lifeless body tight against while he cried. It had taken every ounce of strength that Urs possessed to make his brother let go so that Pia's body could be taken away.
Ready to leave, Urs left the master suite while trying to remember how long Lars had stood at the open front door before he and Franky managed to move him away and take him upstairs. He'd been in much the same state as Carlos had been by the time they got him settled, but hadn't grasped either Urs or Franky's hand. Instead he'd just laid there, crying throughout the night and waking extremely early. He hadn't said a word until Franky had come down, then he'd blamed her for what had happened, refused breakfast and refused Urs's offer to accompany him to the mortuary wing of the hospital.
Hearing Franky's voice as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Urs trotted through to the kitchen and found her rolling her eyes while reassuring Lauren that she was fine.
"Honestly Lauren. Don't you think Urs would have called you long before now if something had happened to me?..........Then why did you ask David to call and check?.........Yes, you are. Look, I've really got to be going now otherwise I won't be at the airport on time.........Yes, I will. Bye sis......Love you too."
"Don't tell me. The rumour mill's cranked to life again and they think it's you that's dead?"
"Yes, honey." Franky nodded slowly in reply.
"Okay, so I guess I'd better prepare myself for.....the usual and ignore whatever is said?"
Franky nodded once more, kissed him quickly then disappeared upstairs while Urs headed out towards the garage. He thought about taking his bike, then thought better of it and chose the car instead. It didn't take him long to drive to the hospital and he remembered exactly where he needed to be. He parked, locked the vehicle then headed to the same place where Carlos had been informed as to why Karen had died so suddenly. He heard several comments as he rode the lift up to the appropriate floor but managed to ignore them and a couple of very flirtatous smiles he received. The old lift juddered to a halt, he stepped out then went looking for Lars. It didn't take him long to find him since he'd been placed in the exact same office Carlos had been shown to on his arrival. Lars was standing in almost the same position, though he was crying again. Urs took a deep breath, walked towards him and gently squeezed his right forearm to get his attention once he was standing in front of him.
"Trau........I'm sorry, Urs. I shouldn't have..........Oh Gott!"
"It's okay. You don't need to apologise to me, Lars. I do, however, expect you to Franky at some point. She did everything she could to help Pia, you know she did. Even though yesterday was the anniversary of her father's death."
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Urs. I......forgot! That's why she was a little down yesterday?"
"Of course it was. And yet she still tried to help Pia."
"Ja, I know. I remember you telling me how hard she'd worked on that woman in Saffron Walden too. I know she did all she could. I just.........Never expected Pia to go before me. She's only two years older than Franky."
"Ja, I know. But you don't have to be certain age to die, the eldest isn't always going to go first either. Just look at Vater's parents. He always told me that Grandma Buhler said she would go before Grandpa, but that's not how it happened is it?"
"Nein, it wasn't and he was almost seven years younger than her. Is Franky with you?"
"Nein, she should be on her way to the airport by now, to pick Pascal and Mina up." Urs replied with a headshake, watching Lars wrinkle his nose when he used his niece's abbreviated name rather than the full one.
Lars nodded just as someone knocked on the door and poked their head round to inform that the doctor was ready to see him. Lars took a deep breath, gave Urs tight hug then left with the woman after saying he could see the man on his own, but requesting Urs to wait for him. Urs took a seat once he'd gone and blew out a breath of relief. It didn't take long for Lars to reappear and he was crying again as he stepped back into the room. With shaky hands he showed Urs the piece of paper that revealed Pia's cause of death and began to explain what 'Bilateral Pulmonary Embolus' meant.
"I already know, Lars. Ron died of the same thing."
"Oh! I..........I........don't know what to......happens......"
"Don't worry about it. I'll guide you through what needs to be done from hereon. If you want me to?"
"I can manage most of it by myself, just not sure how to go about getting her home."
Urs nodded in understanding then hugged Lars again. They left together after a couple of minutes and headed back to the house. Once inside, Urs made Lars sit and persuaded him to have something eat even though he said he only wanted coffee. Lars had just finished eating when Urs heard Franky returning in the 4x4 and both men immediately flew out of the door. Urs to help with luggage, Lars to greet and comfort his son and pregnant daughter.
"Ja, angel." Urs replied, snapping his head round to Franky when he heard her questioning tone.
"Care to tell me why Kurt was waiting for me at the airport?"
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to him since last night. Why?"
"Just the way he acted as soon as I arrived, wouldn't let anyone get too close to me and shot several young women an angry look while we were waiting for Pascal and Mina. Behaved like he was my bodyguard. I was just wondering if you put him up to it."
"Nein, I didn't. You know what he's like Franky. Since he hit adulthood, he's always been very protective of you and nothing you've ever said to him has made him change. Has it?"
"Was it that bad?"
"Not really, just a bit of jostling and one comment. I don't care about any of that. All I care about is......."
"I know, being there for Lars, Pascal and Mina." Urs sighed and shook his head, knowing that she really didn't give a crap about what other people thought or said about her but wishing she would snap sometimes. 'Hey! Dummyhead! Think about it. If she did snap at such people what would happen?' His inner voice suddenly queried and he paused to think for a second. "That would only make things worse and confirm that the way she's behaved all these years has been nothing more than an act. She can't win, no matter what she does. Think I'd rather have her be considered rude than a manipulating bitch!"
"Sorry, honey. Did you say something?"
"Nothing important. Just thinking out loud."
Franky nodded, picked up a piece of luggage and began to walk to the house. Urs followed behind, knowing that she'd often heard him 'thinking out loud' over the years. She stopped suddenly and whirled round so quickly, Urs staggered backwards and dropped one of the cases he was carrying.
"I'm sorry, honey. I forgot to ask you what........?"
"Pia's cause of death? It wasn't a heart attack, same cause as Ron's."
"Oh! That would explain why her chest didn't rise or fall when I was......"
"Ja, I would assume so. Oh angel, don't." Urs sighed, dropping the other case and pulling her into his arms when he saw fresh tears welling in her eyes. "You weren't to know. You did everything you could. Don't beat yourself up about it? I'm proud that you could even do it again, considering........Well you know? You can't save everyone, angel."
Urs kept a tight hold of Franky as she began to cry a little harder, knowing that what had happened to Pia wasn't the only reason she was upset. If Lars and his wife hadn't decided to spend a few days with them before flying out to Montreal, Franky would have spent at least an hour at her parents's graveside, bringing them up-to-date with everything their descendants were up to while arranging flowers on her father's side and removing dead ones from her mother's. Yesterday she hadn't been able to do that because Lars and Pia's flight had landed at 9:30am and she'd insisted on accompanying to the airport to pick them up.
As was usual for them, they'd let Lars and Pia tell them what was going on with their family first and Urs had been shocked to hear that Mina was pregnant by a married man. Pia had caught the shocked look and had explained that both she and Lars had been upset to hear that Mina had got involved with someone who was already taken, at first anyway. Then Lars had explained that while the law may still consider Roman legally married, he and Pia didn't.
Like Roman, they considered him a widower since his wife had been all over Swiss news channels and the internet due to the fact the high flying divorce lawyer had been purposefully run over by a client's ex-husband following a bitter battle that Menica had won. Roman had accepted the fact his wife was never going to come out of the coma she'd now been in for over a year a month later and had decided to move on with his life, like he and Menica had agreed they would if one of them was to die at a young age. Her parents, on the other hand, refused to accept the 'brain dead' diagnosis and wouldn't allow the life support machinery to be switched off, despite the tests having been conducted more than five times. Once Urs and Franky had been reminded about that and that Roman treated Mina well, they could only wish the couple well.
As for Pascal, his career as an assistant television producer was going well, but his lovelife wasn't. So far he'd had three girlfriends who'd tried to rush him into marriage, despite the fact he told them all he wasn't going to be pushed into taking that step. He would propose to a girl when he was good and ready, not because her parents thought he was good marriage material with good career prospects. Right now, he was single and planned to be for a long time.
By the time Urs and Franky had told them what their branch of the Buhler clan were up lunch had long since finished and Franky had made a start on preparing dinner. Though Urs usually helped her, he wasn't that surprised to hear Pia insist she would help instead, especially since Franky had bought the ingredients to make one of Lars's favourite dishes but had never been able to master the art of making 'Riz Casimir'. Even with Pia's help, it hadn't turned out as good as Lorella Buhler's, but it had been edible and Urs had cleaned his plate for once.
All in all, it had been a good day up until the end and once again Franky had pushed her own pain aside to make arrangements to get Pascal and Mina to England while Urs told them what had happened to their mother. He'd felt a little bit more sympathy for Mina, because she'd spent the day in Zurich, supporting Roman while he gave evidence at court against the man who'd run Menica down. Roman hadn't been called yesterday, was hoping he would testify today and that he could leave Switzerland to be with Mina once he had.
Realising that Franky had stopped crying and was easing herself away from him, Urs kissed her firmly on the lips, wiped her eyes then took hold of her hand and led her back into the house once they'd retrieved the luggage. They found Lars and his children seated around the kitchen table and noticed that Lars looked a little sheepish while Mina and Pascal shook their heads at him.
"I told them everything that happened yesterday, including the fact that I blamed you, Franky. I'm really sorry I did that. They both told me off because Pia always loved to dance with me whenever we were here. Even though neither of us were very good.........Actually, we were rubbish. But she always did enjoy doing that." Lars informed with tears welling in his eyes and a gentle smile on his face. "Other than the day we married and watching her give birth to the children, those moments are among my most treasured memories. Promise me something."
"What?" Franky asked as Lars stood and moved to stand in front of her.
"That you won't kick Urs's butt for what he said to me this morning. I deserve that more he does after........."
"Okay. I promise I won't kick Urs's butt."
"Gutt." Lars sniffed, quickly pulled Franky into a hug then wiped his face as he pulled back. "The three of us are going to see Pia in a few minutes. I'd like you to go and do what you didn't get chance to do yesterday."
Franky looked at Lars for a moment, opened her mouth to say something then slowly closed it and nodded when his eyes widened a little, the little signal that let her know he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Franky nodded with her eyes closed and let out a long sigh. Lars, Pascal and Mina left a few moments later followed by Urs and Franky.
Twenty minutes later, Urs stood close by Frank and Serena Gibson's grave watching Franky arrange flowers while talking to her parents. Neither of them caring that some people walked past and either looked at Franky as though she was cray or twirled a finger near their temple. They spent an hour there then went to the chapel of rest to say goodbye to Pia.
The next few days were spent helping Lars and his children make the arrangements to get Pia home and informing her extended family of her sudden loss. One week later Urs, Franky and their entire family flew out to Lucerne to attend the funeral and meet Roman for the first time. Not until Pia had been buried a few spaces away from her own parents did Roman reveal what had happened at court and afterwards.
The man who'd run Menica down had been convicted of 'Attempted Murder' and would be serving a minimum of twenty-five years in prison. Roman's in-laws had also finally realised that Menica was never going to recover and had had the machinery turned off. Although they hadn't been happy when Roman and Mina had first got together, their attitude had changed since that day and they'd apologised for every cruel word they'd said about Mina. Mina had accepted the apology and was beginning to build a friendly relationship with the couple. With Mina being five months pregnant, it wasn't easy to hide and she'd only revealed that she was carrying a girl that would be named after her maternal grandmother. Mina and Roman had agreed that their daughter would also have three other names, but were keeping them to themselves until she arrived.
When they got the phone call, Urs returned the handset to its charger with a slightly confused look on his face after hearing the names. He'd expected Pia Lorella and perhaps Menica, but where Roman and Mina had got 'Angeni' from he didn't know. Wanting to know why they'd chosen that name and what it meant he went and did some research. What he found left him in know doubt that they'd chosen to honour Franky for the support she'd given them through such a difficult time. 'Angeni' was Native American for 'Spirit Angel'.
Franky had her doubts once he'd told her why he thought his great-niece had been given that name and thought it had been chosen as a nod towards Roman's mother's ancestry. She was proved wrong at the christening when Roman confirmed Urs was right but she still caught the smug look Urs wore as that conversation came to an end. Franky didn't tell him off for looking that way, she simply rolled her eyes then turned to walk away so she could hold little Pia for while.
As she took the baby into her arms, Urs watched Franky's eyes. He smiled and shook his head, knowing that the tears that were threatening to fall meant she hadn't expected to be honoured in such a way and was touched that Roman and Mina had chosen to pay tribute to her above all the other wonderful women they knew and loved.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sat Sep 22, 2012 3:25 am|| |
Chapter 198 - Calm In A Storm
"I'm sorry, honey." Urs heard Franky whispering into his ear as she fastened a second zip tie around his right arm, just below the elbow and a few inches above the one around his wrist.
With his left arm already held in the same fashion and his ankles strapped to the column underneath the seat, there was no way he was going to be able to protect Franky. That's what made him more angry than the back hander he'd received for lying to the person who'd ordered Franky to truss him up like he was. He knew there was no point in fighting against the restraints, especially since they were thick zip ties and couldn't be broken by brute force. Only something very sharp snipping through the tough plastic would free him from his bonds.
He nodded as she pulled away from him, watching tears run down her face and knowing that both their lives would probably have ended if they hadn't done exactly what the armed man had said as soon as they'd seen him. Neither of them knew what he wanted yet, but suspected it was money and both were wondering what would happen when he found out that only a small amount was there. With it being a Saturday, there was only what the garage had made that day and the petty cash in the safe and that was time locked. The weekly takings had been picked up just before Blair closed up the previous evening and should now be safely in the bank.
He couldn't figure out why Franky was apologising either. She'd only done what she'd always told her employees to do in the event of anything like this happening. Comply and give them the money, each of their lives were much more important than the loss of cash and that's exactly how she'd reacted. There really was no need for her to be apologising just because she'd done what the man had told her to do. He looked to the bag of zip ties lying on the table and wished he'd allowed Franky to take them down to the supply cupboard instead of gently pushing her back into the office so that he could apologise for his behaviour earlier in the day.
"Nein, angel. I should be the one apologising. I just didn't expect you to have so much taken off." Urs replied with a brief smile and thinking what a fool he'd been to argue with her about having her hair cut so that it came to a stop just below her shoulder blades.
Most of it was silver grey now, like his own and the style she'd chosen was perfect for her. Despite its colour, the years were still being very kind to her facial features, she only had a few wrinkles around her eyes and even Urs couldn't believe she would be turning sixty-seven in a couple of weeks. Still it had come as a shock to see her walk into the garage, smiling and asking him if he liked it. He definitely shouldn't have snapped 'No' following a brief glance at her. He should have looked at her properly and let her explain why so much had been removed before upsetting her. She had been saying she was in need of trim and that usually involved her coming home with it three to four inches shorter, never more than that. He really should have let her explain that her hairdresser's arm had been nudged just as she'd been about to cut a section. With that section being on the top layer and the cut so wonky Franky really hadn't had much choice than to go shorter than she ever had.
"Enough of the mushy stuff!" Urs heard the powerfully built man yelling as he reached for Franky's right arm, yanking her away from where he sat and dragging her towards the still open door. "Rickie! You done down there yet?" He continued, holding Franky tight against him and obviously talking to an acomplice.
"Give us a chance Den. There's so many bikes in here. It's going to take me a while to find one that's fully functional."
The penny dropped after hearing those words and Urs quickly figured out the two men must be after a getaway vehicle. For what reason he didn't know, but that was the only thing that made sense, especially since he'd heard a car grind to a sudden halt mere seconds before both men had stormed into the void of employees building and forced Urs and Franky back upstairs at gunpoint. What they'd done up until then had been bad enough in Urs's opinion and it was his own fault he'd been hit. He'd only been trying to protect Franky by replying that he owned the garage when the larger of the two men had asked. Then again he wasn't psychic, wasn't to know that Den knew that a woman owned the place but not what she looked like. However, he really wasn't surprised to have been knocked to the ground, Den was much younger, a little more powerfully built and angry, mostly over the fact that the transport he and Rickie had arrived in had broken down and now stood a few metres beyond the closed and firmly locked roller door that provided the main access to the building. What had surprised him was to be heaved off the floor, forced into the chair and for Den to instruct Franky to fasten him to it with the cable ties. He couldn't and never would blame her for doing as commanded, especially considering that Den had laughed and held the gun at Urs's temple while she did it.
Urs looked at Franky's face and gave her a quick smile when he saw that she still had tears in her eyes but wasn't crying any longer. Somehow, she'd calmed down and was chewing on her bottom lip. He knew that habit well enough to know that she was thinking of a way to get them out of this situation alive and relatively unharmed.
"Hurry up, Rickie! There's CCTV all over this place, the cops could find us any minute." Den shouted a little louder this time.
"I'm going as fast as I can, but most of these machines are in pieces or have fingerprint locks on them. There's only one that doesn't, a really old black one."
"Then find the key. It must be down there somewhere. I want out of here in ten minutes tops."
"I-I know what bike he's talking about and he won't find the key downstairs." Franky informed, her voice shaking a little. "It's my bike. The key is in my handbag."
"Yeah right! An old cow like you rides a powerful vehicle like those downstairs! Don't make me laugh." Den replied sceptically and shaking his head. "How dumb do you think I am?"
'How about supremely?' Urs's inner voice replied as Franky rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Just check my bag if you don't believe me. The key is on a 'Triumph' keyring."
Den grunted, turned his head to look at Franky then pushed her towards the desk where her handbag sat and instructed her to find the key. She did as he said and placed it in his hand. Den grabbed hold of her again and forced her downstairs ahead of him. Even though he knew it was futile, Urs struggled against his bindings until he heard the 'Thunderbird' roar to life. All he could do for now was hope the CCTV operatives were paying close attention to the screens and had informed the police that something wasn't right.
How the hell two full grown men were going to escape on a motorbike built for one Urs didn't know and didn't really care. All he cared about was that they hadn't done any harm to Franky while she was downstairs. That was all that was on his mind as he listened to the roller door rising again. The clatter of rapid footsteps on the concrete steps settled his mind on that score at least and Franky came flying into the office to the sound of her most treasured possession being driven away.
Having come back upstairs with a pair of snips in her hand, it didn't take her long to release Urs and, once he was free, he immediately leapt to his feet and pulled her into a tight embrace. He kept her there for few minutes but didn't really release his hold even when she'd stopped shaking so violently.
"Are you all right, angel?" He asked, looking her up and down and seeing only a few fingermarks.
"I'm fine, honey. Honestly. I'm so sorry for insisting that the stocktake had to be do.......and for fastening the ties so tight."
"Stop it, angel. There's no need to apologise, you've put the stocktake off for the past two weeks. It's not your fault any of this happened. I swear if Den had bound me instead, he would have fastened the ties a lot tighter than you did, probably would have done it tight enough to cut the blood supply off. I'm all right, no permanent injuries anyway. It could have been much worse if I'd been here on my own. I insisted on making a start while you were at the hairdresser didn't I?"
"Then stop crying, bitte."
"Okay." Franky nodded, wiped her face and attempted a smile. "Let me get you some ice or something for your face."
Listening to the sound of police sirens nearby, Urs nodded, released his hold and watched Franky head over to the small freezer Blair had installed in the office a few years ago. She huffed about the fact there was no ice available but didn't look to concerned as she shoved a box to one side.
"Thank God for Blair and his addiction to ice lollies huh?" She asked while quickly wrapping one in the hand towel that she'd found hanging near the washbasin in the corner of the room.
"Ja. And to think I said he should have asked your permission before putting in. Ouch!" Urs winced, even though Franky had barely touched the towel to his face.
"I'm sorry, honey."
"It's all right, angel. I know it has to be done, just stings like hell."
So engrossed were they in checking each other over, that they didn't hear the helicopter pass overhead until it was almost out of range. The noise of the low flying aircraft had also masked the arrival of a police vehicle and the shouts of two officers as they ascended the stairs and came into the office weapons drawn. Urs's eyes flew wide when he saw the guns the two women held because they were much bigger than the handgun Den had threatened Franky and himself with. Luckily, he didn't have to look down the barrels for long since they were lowered once the room had been checked and cleared.
Urs made Franky sit in the office chair then perched on the edge of the desk so that they could both explain what had happened.
"I see. Where's the man who's usually in charge here?"
"Blair. He had to go home early, he's taking his wife on a second honeymoon."
"Oh! I see. Don't worry about them escaping. Last we heard, they were cornered just down the road. Apparently Rickie Douglas lost control of the bike and was screaming that he's broken his leg. Den Armitage is currently unconscious."
"What did they do?" Urs asked, still holding the towel covered lolly against his face.
"Robbed the biggest lettings agency in town. Didn't get away with much though. Your cousins's agency I believe." The blond who'd introduced herself as Officer Curry stated, looking at Franky with a smile on her face.
"Erm......Yeah. Was anyone hurt?"
"No. Sissy handed every penny over."
"Stupid place to rob if you ask me." Officer Dermot shook her head. "I mean everyone knows most people pay their rent or deposits by bank transfer nowadays. Then again that's Den and Rickie all over. Always committing stupid heists with unloaded weapons."
"Oh yeah! Four times they've served prison time and each time they've been caught their guns have proved to have no bullets in. You weren't to know that though, since Den was carrying a pistol and not a revolver. Were you?"
"Nein.........I wasn't." Urs replied with a quick glance to a headshaking and sighing Franky.
Urs knew those signals well enough to know that she knew he would have tried to tackle Den if he'd have known the gun wasn't loaded and that she would have kicked his butt had he done so. Considering what could have happened, their injuries were nothing in comparison to that. He widened his eyes briefly then listened to Officer Curry making arrangements to have both Urs and Franky taken to the police station and for the forensics team to be called in. That didn't take long and Urs was soon repeating everything that had happened, though this time in more detail. Franky followed him and took a bit longer because she had more to say. While she was giving her statement, Urs went to have his injuries photographed and they both emerged into the corridor at the same time.
As they were leaving, they saw a recovery truck entering the yard with Franky's 'Thunderbird' on the back. Franky looked at him after she'd seen the damage, both of them knowing it wouldn't take her long to carry out the repairs once the forensics team had finished with it. Neither of them cared that some modern day bikers thought it was a waste of money to restore such a machine, what the two of them thought was more important than any of that.
They settled themselves into the taxi that had been ordered for them once the gates had been closed but didn't head straight home. Having been told that Sissy had already made her statement, they made for her home and the two women embraced tightly once they'd crossed the threshold.
"Are you really all right?" Franky and Sissy asked in unison.
"I'm fine, stop fussing." They replied, speaking at the same time again, making Urs giggle even though he'd heard them do it several times before.
"What happened to your hair?" Sissy asked, linking her arm through Franky's and leading her through to the lounge.
Franky took a seat on the couch and began to tell the story again with Urs sitting by her side, holding her hand and smiling.
"Oh my God! Florrie must have been mortified." Sissy stated, her eyes wide and right hand raised towards her mouth.
"She was. Couldn't apologise enough and wasn't sure I would agree to let her fix it. She actually cried about having to cut so much off." Franky replied with a headshake before turning to look at Urs. "And don't let his smile fool you either. He wasn't happy when he first saw it."
"Nein, I wasn't. But the more I look at it, the more I like it. In fact it's quite.......trendy isn't it?" Urs asked, recalling that he'd seen a lot of young girls going around with most of their hair one colour and the lower two or three inches dyed a contrast colour.
In fact he'd seen twin girls step out of a salon after having the ends of their plantinum blonde hair dyed bright red a few days ago and had appreciated the look. Truth be told, he'd been hoping Franky would have something something similar done to her hair but she never had dyed it. He knew she'd been critisised many times for not doing that as well as for not having the most up-to-date style, but she'd never let that bother her. For almost thirty-eight years she'd kept it more or less as he liked it and it was just a pure accident that it now looked the way it did.
"Angel." Urs whispered quietly, squeezing her hand to get her attention away from a giggling Sissy.
"I'm sorry for the way I reacted. You still look as beautiful as you did the first time I saw you. In fact, I'd say you look even better, but it's hard to improve on perfection."
"And you're still such a sweetalker." Franky replied with a slight growl to her voice that let Urs know she wanted to home and why.
They said goodbye to Sissy and walked the half mile to their house very quickly. They closed the front door and locked it but didn't make it upstairs. The house phone started ringing as Franky started to ascend the stairs and she turned to look at Urs. For a moment he thought about telling her to ignore it and unplug it from the mains but quickly changed his mind when he realised that the news would be all over town by now, that everyone they knew would be calling to make sure they were both all right and what panic would have ensued if no-one could get through.
"I know I'm going to regret this but............go on........answer it. We're not going to get any peace until they've all heard 'from the horse's mouth' that we're both okay."
Franky nodded, answered the call and reassured Frank and Carina that they were both fine. The rest of the children got through after that, followed by Gabriel, Urs's sisters, Michael, Lars, Sebastien and Carlos. Somehow Lauren had found out and asked Franky to talk on webcam. Franky groaned but agreed to the request and headed to her office.
"See?! I'm fine. So is Urs." Franky smiled at the camera then at Urs once he was seated beside her.
"Yes, I can see that. But...........What the hell happened to your hair?" Lauren replied, her eyes changing from narrowed to wide in a split second.
"Don't you start. It wasn't Florrie's fault, the customer who'd been sitting next to me suffered a seizure and knocked Florrie's arm as she fell. If I hear anymore about my hair, I am going have a crew cut or dye it.........Bright Pink! All this fuss is bloody ridiculous."
Urs looked from Franky to Lauren and back again several times and thought he must look as shocked as Lauren after hearing Franky's threat. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she would look like with a bright pink crew cut.
"Urs, I think we'd better shut up! You know she will carry out one of those threats if we carry on." Lauren stated with a quick giggle and head shake following a few moments of silence.
"Damn right I will."
"Ja, she would." Urs agreed, sighing out a long breath and shaking his head. "How did you find out about what's happened today Lauren?"
"One of Jefferson's friends is a cop. He was just going off duty when it all kicked off but stuck around the station until he was sure the two of you were all right. He called Jeff as soon as he got home, Jeff called me and I contacted the rest of the guys. You do know that gun was loaded don't you?"
"No. The two officers that dealt with us said that Den doesn't normally use a loaded weapon."
"Well he did this time, Urs."
"Thanks for that information, Lauren." Franky replied with wide eyes and a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"What? Would you rather have heard it at court?"
"No. I just.......Don't want to think about it right now. Erm.........How's Jeff doing?"
"He's all right, though I'm still mad as hell at him. So is David. We're still finding it difficult to accept that he cheated on Maya twice. We raised him better than that and he promised he wouldn't do it again. I don't blame Maya for going ahead with the divorce this time. I just hope Maya keeps her promise and allows us to see Archer and Lloyd on a regular basis. David and me would be devastated if she changed her mind once the divorce is finalised. David's still not talking to Jeff properly but I'm sure he'll forgive him at some point. I know it's not going to be easy."
"No, it's not, but you can get through it Lauren."
"I know I can, but I still want to beat the crap out of Jeff. How could he be so stupid not to be able to see what Arlene was all about? I mean, it was crystal clear to me that she was after revenge and only slept with Jefferson because she blamed Maya for stealing her boyfriend away all those years ago. Now he's going to lose everything because of her."
"I don't know Lauren. I really don't. Just support him and hope he learns from his mistakes."
"We will. I've got to go now. We have a huge group arriving tomorrow and the lodge still needs to be cleaned. Call me once you know what's happening with those two idiots?"
"Of course. Bye Lauren."
Lauren said her goodbyes and quickly wiped her eyes before she turned the camera off. Urs looked at Franky and noticed she was doing the same. He knew the fresh tears had very little to do with what had happened earlier in the day. She'd picked up on Lauren's distress with regard to Jefferson and hated her seeing her 'sister' so upset. He knew what she would have done if the Millers still lived in England and that Lauren would have appreciated her support.
"Hey! Don't cry angel. You're doing the best you can under the circumstances. You're there for her to talk to every time she feels she needs to talk. You know she appreciates that."
"I know she does. I just can't help it." Franky replied as Urs pulled her close and rested his chin on top of her head.
She cried quietly for a few moments then thanked Urs and gave him a quick kiss as she pulled away. They talked about going over to Colorado for a few days but quickly realised there wouldn't be much point making any arrangements until they knew what was happening with Den and Rickie. They'd already been told that the case would more than likely go to court and that they would have to give evidence in the case. Because they didn't know how long that would take, they decided not to go and agreed to carry on as they had been doing for the last two weeks.
It would take almost three months for Den and Rickie to go to trial. They both pleaded 'not guilty' to the charges, despite the huge amount of evidence against them and denied knowing that the gun had been loaded. Both Urs and Franky shook their heads after hearing that, especially since Den's ex-girlfriend testified that she'd seen him loading it just minutes before leaving their house. Urs gave his evidence before Franky and saw that she was close to tears again when it came time for her to be questioned. Despite what was being whispered around him, he knew she hadn't allowed a few to fall because of what had been done to her. They'd escaped because of what she'd been forced to do to him. Three days later, both men were found guilty and sent to Alford Prison for five years with an order for uncle and nephew to be housed in seperate wings.
The morning after the two of them had watched the prison van leave the court building, Lauren called to let Franky know the outcome of Jefferson's divorce hearing. It hadn't taken the judge long to grant the decree since Jefferson hadn't contested Maya's application and there was plenty of evidence to prove that he'd been unfaithful. Though disappointed in their son, Lauren and David stood by him and left the courtroom happy in the knowledge that there hadn't been a huge, bitter battle over custody of the children and Maya wasn't going to punish them by keeping their grandsons away from them. Jefferson had been granted custody of both boys from Friday afternoon until Sunday evening as well as an entire month during summer holidays. Christmas and other such holidays had been left to Jefferson and Maya to arrange between themselves.
A few moments after that conversation ended, Franky received message from Maya and sniffed back tears again once she'd read it.
"As heart broken as I am, I would just like to say 'thank you' for making me see how many people I would hurt if I kept the boys away from Jeff and his family. He is a wonderful father and always has been. David and Lauren have been wonderful to me and the boys since Jeff and I seperated, I couldn't punish them for their son's mistake. I cannot and will not ever do that, the boys love them as much as they do their father and their happiness means more to me than my own.
Thank you, Franky, for making me see that I wasn't the only one to be hurt by what Jeff did.
You will always have a very special place in my heart.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:31 am|| |
OK JJ I just finished rereading all of the stories starting with Fire and Ice till this post this morning..
You know it is my all time favorite stories since I think I have said it before your an awesome writer and you take us along with Franky and Urs and the rest of the families and Divos...
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Thu Sep 27, 2012 4:06 am|| |
Chapter 199 - A Little Inspiration
"Come in, come in, come in." Eva beckoned them both across the threshold with a huge smile on her face, her eyes the only part of her features letting them know she was still in mourning. "I'm so excited."
"Eva! What the hell is going on?" Franky asked, shrugging off her coat and watching Eva toss it on to a chair in the hallway rather than hanging it up like she normally would.
"You'll see in a minute."
Franky gave a quick shrug, looked at Urs then allowed Eva to pull her through the house to Simon's office. Everything was more or less the same in the room with the exception of a mass of papers and boards sitting on the table, all of them face down. Eva grinned at Franky then unrolled a large sheet of paper and spread it out so that Franky and Urs could see. They stepped a little closer, made a mental note of the address and then looked over what Eva planned to do with the ten bedroomed property.
"Okay! Why did you want me to take a look at these?" Franky asked, shaking her head and looking at Eva with a rarely seen bemused expression.
"Franky Buhler, you can be a real Dummyhead sometimes. Don't you remember what you said to me after Frank was born?"
"Erm.......Not really, no."
"What about you, Urs? You were there, do you remember what she said?"
"To tell you the truth, Eva. No, I don't. I.....We were more worried about getting Frank home than remembering what we said to our friends."
"Oh, yes. I should have thought of that. Sorry." Eva grimaced then smiled when Franky shook her head. "Well I never forgot and I told Simon. Even though he was ill, he thought it was a fantastic idea and started looking for a suitable property. He bought the place just a week before he died and immediately signed it over to me. I really want you to be involved in some way Franky, because the idea was yours to begin with."
"Eva, slow down. I still don't know what you're talking about."
"I want to convert the place into somewhere for parents of premature babies to stay. You know they don't really feel comfortable staying in the hotel attached to the hospital because most of the ladies in there have had healthy, full-term babies. I want to provide them with somewhere to go when they need to rest, particularly those that would have to travel long distances to get to the hospital in the first place. The house stands almost directly opposite the maternity unit."
"I know, but it needs a lot of work, Eva."
"Well you obviously haven't driven past the hospital in a while. Work started five weeks ago. The driveway's been cleared, the roof's been replaced, electric, gas, water supply have all been brought up to current standards. All I really need to do now is decorate and place furniture and that's where you come in."
"I've hired someone to design the rooms but I think she didn't quite understand what I was asking of her. Here, let me show you." Eva sighed then began turning over the boards.
Franky looked them over with Urs and both shook their heads when they saw the luxurious beds, carpets and furniture the designer had selected for each room. Each room had its own ensuite and top of the range fixtures and fittings had been selected for all of those. The kitchenette areas had also been designed to the highest standard possible. If Eva went ahead with those ideas the place would look more like a luxury hotel than a place of brief respite.
"Well........I agree with you. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to stay in place like that while Frank was fighting to live. But then, that's just my opinion. You shouldn't let that influence what you decide, Eva."
"Yes, I should. I've spoken to a lot of mothers who have been in the same position as you over the past few months and nearly all of them have said much the same. All they really wanted was to be somewhere close to their child and where they could rest comfortably. None of them were bothered about being housed in luxury, as long as their basic needs were catered for. That's really where I want this to go. I'd like you to oversee things for while too, while I'm out of the country for a couple of weeks. I still have the house in LA to sort out, it's going to take me at least that long to go through everything."
"Erm.........Okay." Franky replied once she'd looked at Urs questioning and he'd nodded that keeping an eye on decorators and such was fine with him.
"Good." Eva replied as a knock came at the door and a head was poked round to inform that Raylene had arrived.
The young designer was shown in and even Urs picked up the fact she looked scared as Eva introduced her to Franky.
"Don't look so worried. I don't bite." Franky informed with a gentle smile. "Not hard anyway."
"That's not what my friend's mum says. She says you're quite nasty."
"Well she wouldn't be the first."
"Nasty! How so?" Urs queried even though Franky shook her head and rolled her eyes backwards, the little signal that meant she really didn't want to hear what some nameless person thought of her.
"She said Mrs Buhler used some really foul language to her brother several years ago. Had something to do with her posing with a motorbike."
"Oh that?!" Urs rolled his eyes once he'd remembered that occasion. "I wasn't privy to the phone calls she received, but I can assure you Franky wasn't nasty in the way she dealt with the man."
"No she wasn't." Eva interjected. "Believe me Raylene. I WAS there on a few of the occasions Franky got a call. Not once did I hear her snap or become abusive. If it had been me in her position, well then that story would have been true. Like I said to you the other day, I have known Franky for over forty years and have yet to see or hear her be nasty to anyone. Even to those that have had the nerve to try and steal Urs away from her when she's been standing right by his side."
"Gott! If I had a pound for each time that's happened, I'd probably be as rich as Simon by now." Urs informed with a hearty laugh which Eva quickly joined in with.
"Oh don't be so ridiculous. It hasn't been that bad, not like it's happened every time we've gone out." Franky huffed and shook her head. "Can we please get down to the reason we're here in first place?"
"You don't like what I've come up with?" Raylene asked, watching Franky scrutinise her work once again.
"It's very nice work, just..........not the sort of thing I would have wanted all those years ago. All I really wanted back then was somewhere to rest, I didn't care what the bed sheets were made of or if the bed was King sized for that matter. You've also missed the fact that not all premmies are first borns."
"So I have." Raylene gasped after looking the plans over again, her eyes flying wide when she couldn't see a single bed or cot in any of the rooms. "Okay, that's an easy fix. Travel cots in a few of the rooms would help and they would be easy to move to another room. Three of the rooms are more than big enough to accomodate at least one single bed as well as the master. Cotton rather than silk sheets?"
"Yes, good quality ones though. They're going to have to take a lot of wear and tear."
"Okay. What about downstairs?"
"This big table in the middle of the kitchen area. Not all parents are going to want to be grouped together like that, especially in the early days. Perhaps if you bring that down in size to accomodate say.........eight people. Then place some smaller seating areas elsewhere. The kitchen could take that couldn't it?"
"Sure could, it's huge. In fact I don't know why I set it up like that to begin with. Especially since Mrs Cowe........Eva gave me more than enough information to help me see what's really needed."
"Something been distracting to you? Or should that be someone?" Franky asked with a quick smile that Raylene rolled her eyes at.
"Someone. Up until this morning anyway. My now ex-boyfriend has been trying to get me to give this up, said I would never get anywhere. Thought I would do much better as a singer."
"Well you do have a lovely voice." Eva smiled then giggled when Raylene's eyes flew wide again. "Thought no-one could hear you the other day didn't you? When you were singing 'I Need To Be In Love' in the biggest bedroom?"
"I thought you'd gone downstairs." Raylene replied, her face turning bright red when Eva grinned and shook her head. "Well thank you for the compliment, but singing is just a sideline, something I do at the weekend. At weddings and such and I'm perfectly happy with that. If future boyfriends can't get their heads around that and support me, then they'll be going bye-bye too."
"So would you be willing to give us a quick sample?" Urs asked with a smile on his face.
"Awww! What's the matter honey? Are you feeling in little bit left out?"
"A wikkle bit." Urs replied to Franky's teasingly asked query, making her giggle and shake her head.
"I've always loved that about you, the way you come alive when the subject of music is mentioned."
"It's not the only subject that makes me come alive."
"Urs! Behave yourself!" Franky blushed, her right hand flying to cover her wide open mouth because she'd understood where he'd taken the conversation. "You are........Ahem!"
"So, any chance of a quick blast of something?" Urs asked of Raylene again once three women had stopped giggling.
Raylene shook her head until Eva caught her eye and smiled. Even though Urs had never heard Eva say so, it was clear that the song meant something special, to her at least. His mind flew back in time, to the early days of Il Divo and what Simon had said when he'd heard their version of it, 'Far too mushy. Don't ever bring me crap like that again'. Neither man had understood why he'd reacted so angrily on that occasion. He hadn't been very happy with some of the songs they'd recorded for the first album, but hadn't exploded the way he had over that particular song. Grumbling under his breath and shooting each of them a foul look through narrowed eyes before shouting at them to leave. The penny suddenly dropped and Urs remembered that Simon had been interested in a world famous model at the time, he'd asked her out and she'd turned him down rather harshly and had once called him ancient during an interview.
"Oh all right. Just for you." Raylene's voice pushed that memory away and, following a few hard swallows to settle her nerves, she was soon singing the first verse and chorus of The Carpenters's number.
"Very nice." Urs smiled while Eva wiped her eyes and sniffed.
"Thank you. It's my parents's favourite song. They're both in their seventies now, didn't meet until they were in their early forties and never expected me to come along." Raylene informed with a quick chuckle. "There's just me and they've been so supportive of what I do, in both regards. If I'm happy then they're happy. That's all I care about, all I ever will care about."
Franky smiled and the three women quickly got back down to go over a few more issues with regard to how 'Cleave House' should be set out and decorated. It didn't take them long and half an hour later, Urs was turning the MG onto the main road with the radio playing for once. They'd just reached the outskirts of London when they heard 'I Know I Need To Be In Love' being introduced and Urs asked Franky if she knew why the song meant so much to Eva.
"You don't remember? The party after our vow renewal?"
"Nein. Don't remember hearing that song."
"Oh I am a dummyhead. You weren't in the room, you were out in the garden dealing with a little problem."
"Little?" Urs replied, quickly glancing down to his lap and recalling that he'd had to leave their guests due to the fact he'd become very aroused while Waltzing with Franky.
"I didn't mean it that way. I meant that little problem you've always had since we've been together. Your complete and utter inability to..........control your passion."
"Oh ja, I always have had that problem and I don't think it's going away anytime soon. So why does that song mean so much to Eva?"
"Because it's the song that was playing when Simon asked her to dance."
"Simon danced that night? I don't recall ever seeing that on the DVD."
"That's because we're usually up to 'other things' by the time it gets round to playing that part."
Urs chuckled, knowing exactly what Franky was referring to by emphasising those two words. They'd watched the DVD many times but had never reached the party part, never mind the end of it. No matter where they'd viewed it, in the lounge or in the master suite, they'd somehow managed to control themselves enough to see themselves walking out of the church, then the next thing either of them could remember was moaning each other's names, neither of them hearing the song that brought the recording to an end until the final line.
As per usual, he felt that familiar rush of blood to his lower half at just the mere thought of making love to Franky. He glanced to his left and grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he saw her fidget with her eyes closed. He turned the car into their driveway while thanking Gott that she was horny too. For once he stopped the car at the front door, playfully pulled Franky into the house and began removing her clothes while they kissed passionately.
Almost an hour later, they retrieved the clothes they'd thrown around the hallway and re-dressed then headed for the kitchen. 'Jester' didn't move from his basket as they crossed threshold and didn't really look at Franky as she headed towards the back door to let him out. As he normally did, the terrier ran around for a few minutes then relieved himself in the spot where Urs had trained him to go then came back into the house with a disgusted look on his face. He settled back into his basket and emitted a loud huff before turning his eyes away from his owners. Franky and Urs laughed at him for a few minutes then prepared lunch together.
They decided to eat in the lounge for once and watched their vow renewal DVD while doing so. This time they managed to get to the end and Urs finally saw Simon swaying around with Eva in his arms. The image wasn't very clear due to the fact they were dancing on the edge of the dancefloor rather than in the middle where the best light was, but it was definitely them. As the song came to an end, Urs caught the disappointed looks both Simon and Eva had on their faces and heard Franky sigh softly. Then he remembered why they'd looked like that. Simon's jet was waiting to fly him to Los Angeles, Eva was due to fly out the following morning, though not to the same place. Her destination had been Corsica, to begin work on a much bigger celebrity wedding.
"And to think he once called you an idiot for falling in love with me so quickly." Franky reminded with a quick nudge and a smile.
"Ja. He did, and I told him time and again it might happen to him one day. He scoffed at me each time I said it too, then he meets Eva and completely loses the plot. It was good to see him completely happy at last, if only for a short while."
"Yeah, it was. Eva too." Franky sighed as she adjusted her position so that she could snuggle up against Urs.
Urs turned the television off, wrapped his arms around Franky and the two quickly fell asleep for an hour or two.
Cleave House opened five weeks later in a blaze of publicity with one online magazine being granted the privilege of interviewing Eva and photographing what had been done to the property that had stood empty for more than thirty years. The article was well written, praised Eva and Raylene for what they'd accomplished and wished Eva well with the venture. The lines that really made Urs smile when he read them were those written in closing.
'On a personal note, I wish something like Cleave House had been around when I gave birth to my daughter three months early and almost forty five years ago. Believe me, I know the pain of having to travel back and forth to visit your child, especially when something serious has happened and you don't know if you're going to get there in time. I still count myself very lucky that I lived so close to the hospital. Travelling a greater distance than a mile would have been pure torture. How Francesca Buhler got through those weeks between being discharged from hospital herself and finally being able to take her son home, I don't know. As little input as she says she's had with Eva's project, I think she should be very proud of herself. These three women have worked together to create an oasis of calm and respite in what often proves to be a very tulmultuous time. Bravo ladies! Bravo!'
Urs looked at Franky as he finished reading and shook his head, knowing the real reason they hadn't been able to create Cleave House themselves. They'd looked into buying the property a couple of years ago but, following a very careful look at their finances, had decided they would have only just been able to buy the building, never mind restore it and pay all the expenses involved with running it. She hadn't forgotten what she'd said all those years ago at all and the smile he saw on her face let him know that she wasn't the least bit bothered that Eva had pinched her idea. The idea had been brought to fruition and that was all that mattered to Franky.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:38 am|| |
Chapter 200 - Rationing!
For the first time in four weeks, Urs was having to bite his bottom lip in order to stop himself from coming. Franky was still very fit for a woman approaching her sixty-eighth birthday, but her libido had begun to wane over the last month or so. Up until a few weeks after his birthday, she'd either entinced him into making love or he'd easily managed to make her surrender to him, even when she hadn't been particularly horny. Rarely had she refused his advances or drifted off to sleep, leaving him frustrated.
To her credit though, she had realised that something wasn't right with her and had tried several things to improve her interest in making love. However, playing sensual music while they ate dinner by candlelight hadn't had its usual affect, nor had sensual massage. Romantic bathing together had also failed miserably, as had watching 'Nine And A Half Weeks'. They'd tried everything they could think of and had searched the internet for other ideas, but come bed time nothing had turned her on and they'd simply fallen asleep in their usual positions. As disheartened as he'd felt about their lack of activity in the bedroom it seemed Franky was even more so and he thanked Gott that she'd made an appointment to see her doctor and had been prescribed something that would help.
Now, just five hours after that appointment, there she was, riding him hard, clenching around his painfully hard shaft and gasping for breath, just like she used do before she growled his name. Urs followed her over quickly and wrapped his arms around her once she'd collapsed on top of him. They stayed like that for a moment or two, then Franky rolled off and laid on her side with a huge smile on her face.
"Come here my wrinkled old prune." Urs instructed with a smile, reaching out to pull her into her usual position. "Wow! That was........Phew!"
"Yeah! It was. Just don't expect.....every day."
"Why not? It's all too clear those pills work amazingly well for you."
"I know. But we're going to have to...........cool things down a bit, if we don't want to go back to how things were before."
"You mean we won't be able to make love every day or have I completely misunderstood you?" Urs asked, his brow furrowing when he noticed that Franky's smile had dropped.
"No, you haven't misunderstood. If we're going to make it from one prescription to the next then we're definitely going to have to erm.......ration ourselves. Unless you can think of another way to make ten tablets last twenty-eight days."
"What?! That's means we can only........every two to three days."
"Didn't you tell your doctor what we were like before........things started going awry?"
"Of course I did, Dummyhead!" Franky huffed and gave him a quick shove. "And once he'd stopped looking at me with the Stunned Goldfish look on his face, he said he wished he could prescribe more. He can't, the guidelines say ten per calendar month and that's it."
"It's not fair!" Urs pouted. "Not all couples go off sex at our age."
"I know that. I know that all too well. There are ways around it, but we don't want to be going there. Especially since you don't know what you're buying is the real thing or if they could have any bad side effects."
"True." Urs nodded, knowing that Franky was referring to the sites they'd found on the internet and what they were offering. "Nein, we're not going to take that risk. Guess we're going to have to make some adjustments then?"
"Damn!" Urs huffed then started laughing at which Franky furrowed her brow and cocked her head to one side. "I'm not bothered angel. Like we discussed years ago, quality over quantity means more to both of us. And if what we've just done means anything then..........I'm going to need those two to three days to recover."
"What?! I've just turned seventy-five in case you've forgotten." Urs reminded, adjusting his position so that he loomed over Franky. "You are still a very attractive and desirable woman Franky. Gott knows I want to be able to make love with you every day until the day I die but if this is the way things have to be, then so be it. Like I told you all those years ago, if there ever comes a time when we can't be intimate, no matter who has a problem, I will be more than content just to be able to hold you in my arms at night. The only concern I have right now, is if those pills have any side effects." He finished with a firm kiss on Franky's lips.
"Not really no. A few women have reported suffering mood swings, but only for the first few times they took it."
Urs nodded, having a vague idea what to expect should the pills have that effect on Franky since she'd only gone through the menopause a few years ago, but she hadn't suffered as much as some women did. Night sweats, insomnia, tearfulness and irritability had been her worst symptoms and the medication she'd taken had only really helped with the night problem. She'd cried most times when she'd had to wake him so that she could change the drenched bedding. That hadn't bothered him in the slightest, her not being comfortable and able to sleep in his embrace had bothered him more than having his dreams disturbed. If a few mood swings were all he would have tolerate until things settled, then he would do so. Gott knows, Franky had put up with more than her share from him over the years.
Sighing contentedly, Urs gave Franky another kiss then rolled off her and settled into his usual position. He waited for Franky to settle beside him only to furrow his brow when she didn't move as quickly as she normally did. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, he'd upset her a little by forgetting what they'd promised each other all those years ago and repeating the words he'd heard a few hours ago.
"I'm sorry, angel. Not the best joke I've ever made was it."
"I won't ever call you that again. Promise." Urs sighed and returned the smile Franky gave him once she'd nodded.
With her settled in his arms, he watched her close her eyes and begin to drift off to sleep while he remembered the events of the day. He knew she'd heard every word the pharmacy assistant had said when she'd gone to fill the prescription her doctor had given her earlier in the morning. However, the forty-something hadn't spoken directly to her, she'd looked at the computer screen before sending what she'd gleaned from the piece of plastic to the dispensing chemist and had smiled flirtatiously at Urs as she spoke.
"So now the wrinkled old prune won't be able to keep you satisfied so often, I guess you'll be looking for a younger model."
Although furious, Urs hadn't said a word in reply, he'd simply huffed out a breath and shaken his as he moved away from the counter. The chemist on the other hand had heard every word, ordered the woman to the back office and following some loud shouting only he had re-emerged at the front of the store. He'd apologised then said he'd fired the woman because she'd flat out refused to do the same.
Both Urs and Franky had seen her as they left but hadn't paid her any attention. They held hands, headed back to the car and had gone into London to meet up with Sebastien and Emma. Even though they'd smiled as they normally did, the couple had sensed that something had happened and had asked what had upset them both. Neither of them had pressed when Urs had replied it was a private matter and they'd settled down to eat lunch before going gift shopping for the latest addition to the Marin family. All four of them giggling throughout the meal because their mobiles constantly pinged and checks revealed they'd all received pictures of Reina's three day old blond haired little boy, Carlos Hakan Sahlberg.
Franky and Emma had told their respective husbands off after looking at the latest arrival. Sebastien had been reprimanded for saying that now they knew what their brother would look like without any hair and had argued with Emma about the fact that little Carlos had been born with any. It certainly didn't look like he had in the pictures, but Barbara-Jean had said he'd inherited Hakan's hair colour. Urs had been admonised by Franky for saying that he was sure the little one would grow into his nose by the time he was fifty. Both women smiling, knowing that their husbands were only teasing and that Reina would have understood they weren't being cruel about her son.
They'd giggled for a while, then discussed the sex of Marco and Cherish's baby. They knew Cherish was twenty-four weeks pregnant and knew what she was having. The couple were keeping it to themselves which currently annoyed Carlos because Reina had told everyone as soon as the scan had been performed. Although siblings, their personalities were completely different. Marco able to keep things to himself, especially if they were good secrets and he'd promised not to say anything. Reina, so excitable and unable to keep her mouth shut. By the time coffee had been served, the votes had been equally cast. Urs and Emma plumping for a girl, Sebastien and Franky for a boy.
They'd gone their seperate ways after that, Urs and Franky heading for a well known jewellery and gift store where they'd selected a silver bib-shaped photo frame to welcome little Carlos. While they'd waited for his details to be engraved, Franky had looked at a tray of earrings and had asked to see a very gaudy pair up close. The man who ran the place knew her well and hadn't had any qualms about placing them in her hands. She'd held them up against her ears, then turned to Urs and asked if he liked the huge, gaudy objects that she wouldn't have ever worn. Urs had scowled, shaken his head then realised she was teasing him. He'd laughed then he'd picked up on the fact she'd returned to being how she used to be. Even though he hadn't seen her do it, he knew she'd taken one of those pills and it was beginning to have the desired affect. How they'd managed to get home without crashing the car or being pulled over for speeding, he didn't know, but her desire had been just as strong as they screeched to stop.
Five minutes later, they were in the bedroom, naked and joined together, rolling around the bed like a couple in the first blush of passion rather than one who'd been together for years. Urs had heard rumours about how good sex could be if a woman had to take the new tiny red pill but he hadn't expected it to be as mindblowingly good as it always had been.
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Urs pulled Franky a little closer, turned his head to look at the clock on his nightstand and chuckled when he saw 8:11pm showing on the display. Even though it was still early, he suddenly felt very tired and yawned widely before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:24 am|| |
I read this chapter JJ and it really made me sad and want to cry..
I understand what Franky is going thru with the Menopause cause I been there and still going thru some of it and take my meds everyday for it..
But for and Urs to lose that intimate relationship would seen very hard to handle when both have always been so active in the dept. Poor Urs trying everything to arouse her and nothing happening would seen impossible to handle emotionally..
I am glad they found a way to over come it with the little red pill. But only 10 a month that is rough.
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Chapter 201 - Deceived
"Um Gottes willen!"
"Urs! Stop it." He heard Franky instructing in regard to his outburst at refusing Carlos's call for the ninth time in succession. "He doesn't know what's happening here does he? Cherish is almost due."
"Shit! I completely forgot about that."
"I know. I'm sorry I forgot my phone, but I'm not going anywhere until we know Kurt is safe."
Urs nodded then let out a long sigh as he took a seat at Kurt and Maria's dining table. For the past three days he'd sat in the same chair, watching Franky move around the tiny kitchen to prepare meals, most of which had ended up in the bin due to the fact that neither Maria, Gino, Urs or Franky really felt like eating. Urs checked his watch and quickly calculated that Kurt had now been missing for more than seventy-two hours. Maria had been the last to hear anything from him, a phone call to let her know he was leaving the theatre an hour after his performance had ended. He hadn't arrived home that night and nothing had been heard from him since. As soon as she'd heard that he hadn't reached home, Franky had become worried. Urs, himself, hadn't had to be persuaded to drive to London, to support Maria and Gino and help her deal with reporting him missing once twenty-four hours had passed.
Police had found his car in a seedy part of London yesterday afternoon, what was left of it anyway. Now it sat in a police station yard, nothing but a burned out shell. CCTV of the area had been of little help due to the fact the car had been parked under an old, disused railway bridge and the person who'd left it there had been very careful not to reveal their facial features. The police had managed to track that person until they'd reached the city centre, then they'd lost him or her in a huge crowd of football fans.
Maria had been questioned twice and had stuck to her story despite some heavy questioning. No they hadn't argued, no she didn't think he was having an affair, no they weren't in financial trouble, no she didn't have any idea of where he could have gone. No, she didn't know of anyone who would want to harm him. No, he hadn't offended or insulted anyone recently. No, he didn't owe anyone money. Every question had been answered with a firm 'no' and a sob. The only thing she was sure of was that he'd helped a member of the opera company escape her controlling and abusive boyfriend, but that had been months ago. Investigations had revealed that man was now in jail and recordings of his conversations hadn't revealed anything untoward being planned. Mentally and emotionally exhausted, Maria currently lay upstairs, sleeping thanks to some mild sedation.
Urs checked his watch and hoped Maria would stay put for a little while longer. Time ticked by slowly enough without having to watch her stand at the lounge room window from such an early hour, refusing food and allowing every drink she was given to go cold without taking so much as a sip. No. Having her rise at 5:17am wouldn't be good for her at all, even though he understood why she did so.
Hearing movement upstairs, Urs raised his face to the ceiling but knew it wasn't Maria who'd woken, nor was it Gino. He'd given his room up for the woman who'd been assigned as the Family Liason Officer and he was still sound asleep in the lounge. Robyn would be down any minute, ready to keep them up-to-date with what, if anything, her colleagues had found out over the last few hours. He huffed out a breath, knowing that she hadn't originally been assigned to them but thinking that she was far better at her job than Narena had been. At least Robyn had remained professional when she'd arrived rather than saying things she shouldn't to him.
"Morning Mr Buhler."
"Morning Robyn. No news overnight then?" Urs replied as he watched the leggy blond move to take a seat opposite him.
"No. Sorry. Mrs Buhler busy in the kitchen again?"
"Ja. Don't try and help her again. She's thinking more about Maria and Gino than her own pain, and if I've learned one thing in all the years we've been married, it's best to leave alone when she's like that."
"Hmmn. Narena's attitude couldn't have helped either. Did she really say that to you while Franky was in earshot?"
"The thing about Kurt not being mine and asking why I'd bothered coming? Ja, she did. That's why I asked for her to be replaced as quickly as possible. I wasn't about to have a woman like that anywhere near Franky, even though Franky's heard it many times before and can keep her temper under control. I don't want her upset anymore than she already is."
"I completely understand. I know she loves all your children, but her and Kurt are just that little bit closer aren't they?"
"Ja, they always have been." Urs nodded and gave the blond haired woman a quick smile.
"It's not the first time Narena's put her foot in her mouth you know? Hopefully she'll get more than a warning this time. Can't go into details, but she did something similar a couple of years ago, that time she ended up with a black eye."
"Don't like her very much do you?"
"No, I don't, but I can deal with her." Robyn shook her head as Franky came into the room and deposited a plateful of pancakes on the table.
"I'm sorry they're a bit overdone." Franky apologised, taking the seat next to Urs once she'd fetched coffee and juice.
"You're sure Kurt hasn't told you about any trouble he might be having Mrs Buhler?" Robyn asked, picking up a couple of pancakes and removing the crispy edge before adding sugar.
"No. That's not Kurt, he'd tell Maria, me or both of us if he was in some sort of trouble. He can't lie to us either, his face goes red and he avoids making eye contact if he so much as tells a small lie."
"So you would both have picked up on.........?" Robyn stopped speaking and looked at Urs as his mobile began to ring.
Urs looked at the caller ID, saw that Carlos was calling again and took a deep breath before accepting the call.
"Amigo! You had us worried. Is everything all right?"
"What is being wrong?" Carlos asked before Urs could say anything more, his voice turning from one of excitement to one full of concern. "Don't be telling me nothing? We may not see each other very often, but I learned to know when something is bothering or upsetting you."
"Ja, I know you did. Erm.......I........Kurt's missing. Has been over three days."
"Que?! I have seen nothing on the news channels."
"I know. It's being kept quiet for now, until the police feel it's the right time to say something. I don't agree with it, but what can I do? They're more used to dealing with this sort of thing than I am."
"What do they think's has happened to him? Have the hospitals been checked?"
"Ja, done all that. No-one close to matching his description has been brought in. They think someone's taken him and they're holding him somewhere.....for ransom maybe. I'm not so sure. If that's the case, surely whoever has him would have been in contact by now."
"I would imagine so. I'm guessing you and Franky are with Maria and Gino."
"Ja we are. Maria's distraught and has had to be sedated."
"Then I will let you get back to them, my news can wait."
"Nein. At least tell me what Cherish had."
"A boy. Just after midnight. There is to be another Carlos Marin after all. That is all I will say for now. The rest I will tell you once Kurt is safe."
"Okay." Urs replied half-heartedly, happy that his Spanish brother finally had what he'd been hoping for since each of his children had found their partners. "Hopefully, we'll be speaking to each other again very soon."
"Si. Very soon. Adios amigo."
As Urs hung up, he noticed that Franky had moved out of her seat. He looked around, noticed that Maria had come down and that Franky was guiding her to the table with Gino's help.
"I'm really not hungry." Maria complained with closed eyes and her head shaking slowly.
"Maybe you're not, but you need to eat something." Urs stated a little bit more bluntly than he meant to which made Maria snap her head up and open her eyes. "Been in the same position haven't I?"
Maria nodded, huffed out breath then began to eat the two pancakes Franky had placed in front of her. For the first time in three days Gino looked a little more relaxed and even smiled a little when his mother reached over and squeezed his hand.
"Maria." Robyn spoke quietly and waited until she raised her face. "I have a couple of questions to ask you."
"Like what? I thought we had covered any.......everything already."
"Yes, I know. I was just wondering if Kurt's ever had any problems with a co-worker or fan? Has he received anything disturbing in the mail or been followed?"
"No. He would tell me if he had and we would have dealt with it. We don't be.......We don't keep secrets. I've certainly never noticed anyone following us."
"What about you Gino? Have you noticed anything strange?"
"No, Miss Robyn. I would have said if I had."
"Kurt gets along well with everyone who knows him. Yes, he did have a slight problem at the theatre last year. A couple of new artistes were a little intimidated by his size, but he soon won them over. He's a big guy, but he really is a gentle giant." Maria informed as tears began to stream down her face again. "If it is how your colleagues think, it would take more than one person to t........."
"What about you Mr and Mrs Buhler? Have you noticed anything unusual?" Robyn asked once she'd nodded at Maria.
"No. I would have said before now if I had." Franky shook her head slowly. "Both of us have met everyone Kurt works with and there's never been the slightest hint of a problem. No immediate dislike or derisory looks. In fact the last time we were at the theatre we all shared a takeaway and had very good time."
"The only thing I found unusual is the fact that the director's assistant, Tanita, calls him Stefan. But that's understandable, considering what her ex-boyfriend's name is, don't you think?"
"Could be." Robyn nodded in agreement with Urs's statement, though he noticed that her eyes were narrowed as she stood abruptly and went to make a phone call. "In my job you have to be suspicious of everyone, I've just called a colleague and asked him to dig a little deeper into everyone's history. In my opinion, it's got to be someone who knows Kurt's habits and routine well. You all said he would have a faught a stranger off."
The three other adults in the room nodded, then Franky stood to clear the table. Wanting something to do, Urs helped her and she seemed to be handling things just fine until she reached the kitchen and began disposing of uneaten food. Urs took the plate she held from her hands and wrapped her in a tight embrace once he'd set it on the countertop. How long she cried for he didn't know, the only thing he was sure of was that she shook for a long time and still hadn't stopped when she eased herself away from him a little.
"How can this happen, Urs? In this day and age, with CCTV almost everywhere. How can someone simply just..........disappear?"
"I don't know angel." Urs replied, shaking his head and swallowing hard while he attempted to dry Franky's eyes. "Even though I'm not sure the police are right in what they've assumed, I'm sure they're doing the best they can to find him. I know it's hard, but we need to stay strong just in case they decide Maria needs to make a public appeal. She's going to need our support."
"I know, I just wish they'd get on with that. Someone's got to have seen him, you don't miss a man the size of Kurt easily."
"Nein, you do......"
The sound of the housephone ring interupted Urs and the two of them moved quickly back to the lounge. Maria had gone as white as a sheet, but it seemed she had remembered that they'd all been told that all incoming calls would be traced. Up until now, it appeared Kurt's mobile had been turned off since its active signal hadn't been picked up and now Kurt's number was showing on the caller ID.
"Hello." Maria said quietly once Franky was standing by her side, holding her hand and she'd pressed the handsfree button.
"Hello Maria. Aren't you missing a certain someone yet?" The voice on the other end asked with a quick chuckle, though it was hard to make out if it was a man or woman speaking, due the fact that is sounded more like a machine than a human being.
"Si, I am. Very much."
"Don't make me laugh. You don't love Ste.....him."
"Yes I do." Maria replied calmly though her entire body shook and something registered. 'Tanita' she mouthed towards them both and they nodded slowly in reply
"NO! You don't! You don't, otherwise you would have given him more children besides that spoiled little brat you already have. You would have been on television by now too, appealing for his safe return."
"Please. Just.........Just let him........" Maria pleaded though she looked at a fuming and grumbling Gino.
Urs shook his head but didn't say anything when he heard the language Gino was using, neither did Franky. They both knew he'd been told the story of his birth a few years ago and remembered how hard he'd cried when he realised he would never be a big brother. Kurt and Maria had looked into adopting, but because they already had a child of their own and the fact there were so few children available nowadays, they'd been refused.
"What?! Let him go? No! He's mine now. He loves me!! ME! NOT YOU!" The robotic sounding voice informed mere seconds before all hell seemed to break loose.
Urs, Franky, Maria and Gino recognised the male voice they could hear immediately. Kurt was obviously enraged about what had happened to him and appeared to be fighting with his captor. They heard a name after a moment or two and stood there stunned to hear Kurt yelling at Tanita that he didn't love her and had only helped her because what her ex had done was wrong.
"No! No! That proves you love me." Tanita screeched, rising just above the sound of breaking wood and glass and more raised male voices instructing Kurt to release his hold on Tanita.
It was obvious that he obeyed, since they heard Tanita being placed under arrest while another officer asked Kurt if he was all right. A few seconds later they heard someone fumble with the mobile and Tanita's incessant screams of 'Tell her Stefan. Tell her.' fading into the distance.
"I'm here, Kurt. I'm here."
"I'm sorry, I........"
"It's okay. You're safe now. You can tell us everything at the police station or......"
"They want me to be checked over. They're insisting I go to the hospital."
"Then go, we'll be there as soon as we can. I love you."
"Okay. I love you too."
Ten minutes later everyone was on their way to the hospital and were shown into Kurt's room once the doctor had finished checking him over. Other than a split lip, bruising and some minor rope burns around his wrists he didn't have any other injuries and looked very embarrassed as his wife, son and parents entered the room.
"I'm sorry, Maria." Kurt apologised, holding her tight against him, his eyes closed and the right side of his face pressed hard against hers.
"What happened? How did she manage to.......control you?" Maria asked once Kurt had released his hold on her and was hugging Gino tight.
"Huh! She called just after I'd finished talking to you, to let me know you're birthday present had arrived. I decided to go and pick it up, since my route home takes me passed her new place."
"Yeah, she moved last weekend. Erm........a couple of streets away from where we live. Didn't tell me until she called though." Kurt nodded then shook his head in reply to Maria's query.
"I bet she didn't tell the police that when they interviewed her." Urs stated and watched Franky nod in agreement.
"Anyway, she offered to wrap the gift for me 'cos she knows I'm crap at that. Like a fool I said yes. She offered me drink, which I also accepted and the next thing I remember is feeling electricity surge through my body then waking up to find myself tied to a bed in her cellar. How the hell she got me down there, I don't know."
"How did you escape, Papa?"
"It wasn't easy. Every time I came round, she would ask me who I love most in the world and every time I said Maria, she'd zap me again. This morning that didn't happen and I discovered she hadn't tied me so tight that I couldn't escape. I freed myself, made my way out of the cellar and was just going to run. Then I heard what she was saying on the phone and I.........I just lost my temper. Truth be told, I did want to hit her when heard what she was saying to Maria, but I didn't. I just.......wrapped my arms around her shoulders, took her down to the floor and a few minutes later the police were breaking down the front door." He finished, looking at Franky with tears welling in his eyes as the door opened again.
"It doesn't matter. You're safe. That's all that matters." Franky replied, hugging Kurt tight as Frank, Carina, Serena, Hadley, Ciara, Simeon, Jordi and Gaston filed into the room and gave Kurt a hug.
Urs's phone went off a few seconds later and he handed it straight to Kurt once he checked who was calling. While he listened to Kurt reassuring Sylvie that he was fine, Urs looked at Franky and somehow knew she'd been the one to let all their children know their brother had been found. He thought for a minute then realised why she'd wanted to use his phone. As simple as it appeared to be, he still hadn't gotten the hang of sending the same message to multiple people on the gadget he'd bought just a day before Kurt went missing.
Robyn appeared in the room a few moments later and took a deep breath before revealing what had been discovered about Tanita Krieger's past. Whilst holding Kurt captive was the first time she'd done such a thing, it wasn't the first time she'd been convinced that a man was in love with her just because he'd helped her deal with a difficult situation. Two men in her home country of Austria had taken out restraining orders against her for stalking. Five had been served in various parts of Italy for the same thing as well as one in the States.
As Urs suspected, the address where Kurt had been found was not the one Tanita had given to police while being interviewed at the theatre, nor was it monitored by CCTV and stood less than half a mile from Kurt and Maria's home. Tanita appeared to have snapped following Kurt's escape and the arrival of the police and was currently pacing back-and-forth in a cell at the police station, muttering 'He does love me, he does, he does.' over and over again to herself while she awaited a psychological examination.
"She's looking at an unlimited fine and a maximum of ten years in prison for possession of the Taser alone." Robyn finished, shaking her head slowly.
"I'm sorry Maria, I no idea.......She never gave me any reason to think she was.......obsessed with........"
"I know, you would have told me if you'd had any concerns, Kurt. And you know Mami would have said if she'd have felt there was something not right about her." Maria replied after she'd placed her fingers on Kurt's mouth, her head shaking slowly.
"Yeah." Kurt nodded, then turned to look at Franky with rapidly blinking eyes, the way he always did when he wanted to know what she thought without having to vocalise the question. A habit he'd had from the age of five and one that he'd never broken.
"No Kurt. I never picked up on anything." Franky sighed. "I mean it's not like she's hung around you a lot, or called you repetatively or late at night, or sent you gifts expressing how she felt. Or has she?"
"No! No, no, no. She never said a word. I would have told Maria if she had. You know that."
"I know, I'm sorry for implying that you were lying. I'm just glad you're back where you belong without suffering any serious injuries."
"So am I." Kurt nodded, pulling Maria into his arms again, both of them wrapping one arm around Gino and holding him tight for a moment or two.
As shocked as everyone was to hear about Tanita's past, it wasn't the only thing that came as a surprise. A few days later, it was revealed that she'd built a shrine to Kurt in her bedroom. An entire wall had been almost covered with pictures she'd taken of him and in the middle of that wall she'd carved her own and Kurt's initials into a love heart with an arrow through it. Her psycological evaluation didn't go very well since she attacked the man who'd arrived to conduct it and escaped from her cell. However, she didn't get very far and was quickly returned to her temporary home. She tried the same thing two more times and was recaptured with the same speed, never making it beyond the booking desk.
Two weeks after she'd been diagnosed as an 'Erotomaniac' and had been declared unfit to stand trial, Tanita was sent to a new psychiatric hospital though she wouldn't be there for long. Three days after she'd been admitted, she'd somehow managed to find her way up to the roof. No amount of talking to her had managed to persuade her to step down from the ledge that ran around the building. Nurses had approached a few times, only to step back quickly each time Tanita threatened to jump. She'd laughed then told the medical staff that she would only return to her room when Kurt was standing on the roof, declaring his undying love for her. Kurt had agreed to go and try to talk her down, but had returned home just five minutes after he'd left with Robyn. Tanita had become so excited after being told that Kurt was on his way, she'd ran along the ledge with her arms outstretched, only to slip as she reached the corner of the building. One nurse missed catching hold of her arm as she started to fall and threw up once he'd seen that she'd crashed through the conservatory and had died instantly. Her remains were interred with those of her family after they were returned to Austria even though she hadn't had contact with her parents for more than fifteen years.
Kurt returned to rehearsals for his role as 'Iago' in 'Otello' just three days after his ordeal and performed as well as ever once it came time for him to do so. Urs ended up calling Carlos to find out more about his latest grandchild. Carlos Aron Marco Marin had been born at one minute past midnight, weighing almost eleven pounds with a mass of jet black hair on his head and cute button nose.
"Well that's going to be fun when they're older, especially when we're all together." Franky stated with a giggle once that call had ended.
"Oh ja! Three Carloses. One is bad enough.........but three. Oh mein Gott! I'm getting a headache just thinking about it."
"Hmmn. And you know he's going to teach his namesakes everything he knows about flirting with the laydeez." Franky replied, attempting to wiggle her eyebrows Carlos fashion and failing miserably but making Urs burst into hysterical laughter which she quickly joined in with.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:34 pm|| |
WOW JJ that was an awesome chapter I had no idea that Kurt had ever been kidnapped..
But the family handled it better then most people would have and Urs and Franky were there for the family as always..
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Chapter 202 - Faire Ce Qui Est Le Meilleur
Rare though it was for Franky to wear a nightdress, Urs couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of what he could see under the one she was currently wearing. The early morning sun filtered through the voiles hanging at the window she was standing in front of and her still magnificant figure was visible under the vintage white cotton. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn a much younger woman was standing a few feet away from him. Franky was still shapely and many women were jealous of her curves. He'd seen and heard that for himself when she'd bought the nightdress. Even though she'd thought she was too old to wear the delicate ballerina length strappy gown, Urs had convinced her otherwise and now it appeared she'd completely changed her mind. Urs adjusted his position on the antique four poster bed and spent a few moments looking at her before he left the bed and walked over to her.
"It just keeps getting better and better, each time we come here. Doesn't it?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind and looking out across the grounds of her distant cousin's home.
"Yes it does." Franky replied, leaning back against him and slowly moving her hips from side to side.
"Angel!" Urs groaned, with his eyes closed as blood began to rush southwards. "I.......Hmmn." He sighed softly and decided to go with the flow.
He pulled Franky a little tighter towards him and heard her moan his name when she felt his rapidly hardening shaft nudging against her bottom. He lowered his head and placed butterfly kisses along the back of her neck while his right hand carressed her abdomen. He felt her trying to turn round to face him but stopped her and asked her to wait for a minute as he sucked on her right earlobe. With another moan and a slight nod, Franky acquiessed and allowed him to carry on with his slowly but wonderful torture of her body.
Urs sighed again and began inching the nightdress upwards until he could get both hands underneath. His left hand quickly found its way to her breasts and found the rose coloured buds already hard and begging to be sucked. His right hand meandoured south, the middle finger seeking out the wet but welcoming warmth between her legs. Franky's body began to shake and her head tossed from side to side slightly as he teased her to orgasm, his own arousal strengthening with each second that ticked by.
Breathing deep and biting on his bottom lip to control himself, Urs finally turned Franky round to face him and quickly disposed of the fabric barrier. He smiled then kissed her passionately before he looked around the room and spotted the chaise longue that stood between two windows. He guided her towards it, made her recline on it then began another slow exploration of the body he knew so well and still loved. As he reached her breasts, he grazed his thumbs over each of the nipples then gave them a gentle tweak before taking right one into his mouth. His tongue circled around the hardness, illiciting a throaty moan from Franky that made his manhood twitch with excitement. He moved over to the left nipple and gently grazed it with his teeth while his right hand moved over Franky's left thigh and her fingers raked lightly up and down his back.
Urs adjusted his position again and trailed soft kisses down her torso, over the mound of her womanhood until his tongue was stroking rapidly against her clitoris. Franky arched slightly each time he carressed her that way but did so even harder as he plunged two fingers deep inside her until she started to clench. Then he moved quick, adjusted his position once more and replaced his fingers with his aching manhood. He hips moved slowly to begin with, but the harder they kissed, the faster his strokes became and within what seemed like seconds he exploded and Franky gripped him tight.
Breathless, Urs kept himself supported for a couple of minutes then collapsed on top of Franky. Neither of them were prepared to move just yet and while Franky gently ran her nails up and down his back, Urs thanked Gott that the effects of the little pill she had to take lasted for hours and this was the second time they'd made love since their arrival the previous evening.
Last night had been just as good, but Franky had been in charge then. Slowly stripping for him before removing his clothes, kissing or carressing each new piece of exposed skin, pushing him towards the bed and kissing him hard while her right hand worked to arouse him even more than he already had been. How on earth he hadn't come in her mouth after she'd worked him into such a frenzy, Urs didn't know but he was glad he hadn't. He'd wanted to wait until she was astride him, him seated semi-upright and his length buried inside her, hips thrusting hard while their mouths engaged in the battle neither of them would ever win. Both of them coming together, groaning each others names and collapsing in heap as they began to calm down. Franky, not rolling off and settling down to sleep until they'd exchanged tender kisses, Urs had softened and eventually slipped out.
Knowing that his passion had waned once again, Urs kissed Franky gently then stood and helped her to her feet. He pulled her into his arms and smiled when he heard her giggle quickly. He didn't have to ask what she was remembering, he knew she was recalling her most recent visit to her doctor and the amazed look she'd said he'd worn after she'd informed him about the improvements to her libido. A check of a recent online medical journal had revealed that a handful of British women below the age of seventy-five had reported a huge improvement in their desires and it seemed that Franky had joined their ranks. Despite that, he still wasn't allowed to prescribe more than the guidelines allowed. That fact still pissed Urs off a little, but he was so grateful that someone had finally developed that little red pill and that Franky had only suffered a couple of mood swings.
Hearing a knock at the bedroom door and a female voice inform that breakfast would be ready in fifteen minutes, Urs and Franky headed for the en-suite where they showered together. Dried and dressed for the day, they headed downstairs hand-in-hand and entered the dining-room to find Gustave, Remy and Marcel waiting for them.
Once they'd exchanged the usual greeting, they all settled down to eat and talk. Gustave was in the same peculiar mood he'd been in the previous evening, one minute frowning, the next chuckling to himself, but unprepared to say anything until the last of the servants have left.
"Do not look at me like I have gone mad, Marcel. I just have a couple of things on my mind, but didn't want to say anything until you arrived." Gustave informed with a hearty laugh when he caught the confused look his son was giving him.
"Okay. I'm sorry I couldn't get an earlier flight from Japan. What's on your mind?" Marcel asked just before he shoved half a sausage into his mouth.
"One, is this place. I'm thinking of selling it. In fact I've had a couple of very generous offers for it."
"What?!" Marcel and Remy gasped at the same time, looking from their father to each other and back again.
"You can't do that. It's our ancestral home. Franky's too." Remy protested.
"I know. But it is getting more and more expensive to maintain, Remy. The estate barely brings in enough to keep the place going. I've already had to reduce the staff. Believe me, I don't want to sell but perhaps it would be better for me to do so. Especially to the company that want to keep it as it is."
"And do what with it?" Marcel huffed and shook his head.
"They wish to turn it into a hotel. I am not a fool Marcel. I have looked over their proposals carefully. They both plan to offer a wedding service, though one has ideas about removing the fountain. The other plans to keep it. Nothing much would change."
"What about you? Where would you go?"
"Argh! There is a place in the village that's plenty big enough for me, Remy. You are still happier in Paris, non?"
"Oui, papa. But I do like to come home occasionally. You know that."
"I know. But consider this. Would you rather me sell or lose the place because of debt? You know I don't like to borrow if I can't afford to repay. I have looked at my finances carefully. I assure you, this would happen at some point. In fact I am surprised that........that the place is still going."
"I don't like the idea, but........I'd rather you sell than be forced out. I've seen that, it's awful."
"Good. Marcel? Your thoughts?"
"I don't like the idea either, but.........I know you wouldn't even be considering selling without having thought things through very carefully. At least the place will still be in use. What about the staff?"
"All will keep their jobs if that is what they want. It is a matter I will insist on." Gustave nodded then swallowed hard and turned to look at Franky. "What do you think, Franky?"
"What on earth are you asking me for? I don't own so much as a brick in the place, Gustave. I will be sad to see you sell it, but happy that it's not going to be knocked down." Franky replied once she'd gotten over the shock of being asked her opinion.
"I am asking because I value your opinion. Like all Chaffees, you are a smart woman Francesca. You always do what's best for business. Do not deny it. I know about that house you renovated then sold on because that was the smartest thing to do."
"That was different."
"How so? Running this place is not like running a normal household. Is more of a business. There are wages to work out, plans to be made with each season that passes. I am eighty-one, Franky. I am not going to force my boys to take over this place when I know they are happier elsewhere. Besides, the woman who wants to retain the fountain doesn't plan on making many changes, nothing much beyond what is required by law. You have always said that the place would benefit from a conservatory that compliements the building and that is what she is proposing. Think how many people could admire Arnaud's work too."
"Hmmn. It really does deserve to be seen by so many people, Gustave. Urs and I have always been amazed by how beautiful the gardens have become since our first visit." Franky smiled then looked to Urs.
"Ja, it must be one of the best gardens in France now."
"Fifth." Gustave informed, pushing himself away from the table and going to retrieve a magazine that sat nearby. "See." He continued, setting the magazine down on the table between Franky and Urs.
With Urs and Franky both being able to read and speak French fluently it didn't take them long to translate what the article said. There were several pictures of how the gardens had looked the previous summer as well as one of Arnaud standing near the magnificent fountain he'd restored. The article itself complimented both Gustave and Arnaud for returning the gardens to their former glory and the reporter concluding with the statement that it would make a wonderful venue for weddings.
"I do agree with him." Franky nodded once she finished reading. "The fountain alone has so many possibilities. I mean the happy couple could have romantic or silly photographs taken couldn't they? I don't think Arnaud would mind a bit of silliness."
"Considering how silly he was when he married Evony, I know not. Never did I think I would see the day when he would cartwheel across the lawn." Gustave laughed and continued to smile once he'd stopped. "He has made a much better father than his own was. And now he is a grandfather.........he's even sillier. You will never guess what I caught him doing with Eloise, Fleur and Jolie the other day."
"I have no idea." Franky shook her head after a few moments thought and a quick, questioning look to a head shaking Urs.
"There he was, sliding down the staircase bannister, making the three girls laugh. It was so funny to see him standing at the bottom while Evony told him off. I have never seen him look so.......What is the word?.........petulant."
"Hmmn. I can imagine." Franky nodded then looked at Urs again, this time with a smirk on her face.
Knowing that she'd remembered something good, Urs thought back in time and quickly recalled the third time they'd brought their children to the Dordogne. It had rained heavily on the second day and their plans for a family bike ride had been ruined. Madame Rion, Gustave's cook, had seen the disappointed looks on the young ones faces and had suggested they join her in the kitchen. However, before that, all the children had decided to slide down the bannister and had encouraged Urs to do the same. He'd reached the bottom to find Franky standing at there, doing her best to look at him sternly. Of course, she'd only caught him being childish and had tried to reprimand him, only to fail and laugh at his antics. The children had giggled too before joining Madame Rion to help in the making of cookies and French pastries, the boys the only ones to cause a bit of trouble by flat out refusing to make Palmiers because they felt they looked more like love hearts than elephant ears. Two hours later, the kitchen table had been ladened with their efforts. Urs and Franky had sampled everything that had been made, neither of them caring that the boys's croissants had come out of the oven completely misshapen. Everything had been edible and that was what counted more than expecting a eight, seven and almost five year old to make a perfectly shaped pastry.
"I know. I could sell Maman's jewellery. That would help, wouldn't it?" Marcel asked looking at his father.
"For a little while Marcel, but I don't wish you to do that. I know Roberta would agree with you. S'il vous plaît, respecter ma décision. This place really is a heavy burden. One I do not wish to pass on to you or your brother. Selling really is the only option I have."
"I know. I'm sorry father. As long as the place is going to be kept pretty much how it stands, then......then I have no objection."
"It is. The lady who has shown an interest is famous for buying properties such as this and either restoring them or maintaining what is there already."
"What about the family tree? You're not going to obliterate that are you?"
"I have already done it, Franky. It was painted over last week." Gustave replied with a smile on his face rather than a frown. "Do not worry, I have it on paper with more to add now I have received the documents I have been waiting for."
"Records. Regarding Josephine Du Bec's ancestry. Tell me, what do you know of how royal courts operated in the sixteen hundreds?"
"Not much, but from what I know about English royalty is wasn't unusal for the monarch to have at least one mistress and for illegitimate children to be born. Why do you ask?"
Gustave didn't reply straight away, he simply smiled, stood once more and left the dining room for a couple of minutes. When he returned, he had a thick wad of papers in his hand and these were quickly arranged in date order on the table. He then instructed Franky to read through documents once he'd told her that while French royalty also had illegitimate children amongst their ranks, such children were sometimes acknowleged by their father and were well taken care of. Franky nodded that she understood, then began to read what lay in front of her.
"Are you shi......Oh mon Dieu!" She gasped with wide eyes as she plonked back down into her seat. "Are you sure that's real?"
"Absolutely. You may descend from an illegitimate child, but to find out you are related to a Duke of Orleans and therefore the Kings of France is quite impressive, non?"
Urs couldn't help but laugh when he saw the rarely seen Stunned Goldfish look on Franky's face. He continued to chuckle as he rose to read the ancient script himself. He knew Franky had managed to find out that Josephine Du Bec's parents were called Jean Louis Du Bec and Marie Therese Bernard but that was as far as she'd wanted to go and she hadn't had a problem with allowing Gustave to go further back. Now there she sat, still looking stunned after reading exactly how Marie Therese was descended from a member of the French royal family. Illegitimate though her ancestor was, it was a remarkable discovery to have made and Urs thanked Gott such records still existed. Now she had proof that the old family story, that she'd never believed, was true and not some flight of fancy on her Great-Grandmother's part.
"I always knew there was something a little extra special about you." Urs informed once he'd finished reading and had pulled Franky up into his arms. "Your Majesty."
"Pfft! That's not funny, honey." Franky giggled, her head still shaking in disbelief as the dining-room door opened and a member of staff approached with a package in her hands which she quickly handed over to Urs.
Urs grinned when he saw the name of the courier firm on the label and hoped Franky wouldn't be mad about what he'd secretly done. He'd known about Gustave's plans for weeks and knew how much Franky loved the area. Last time they'd talked, Gustave had informed him that there were two properties for sale in the village and Urs had purchased the smallest one as a surprise for Franky. He took a deep breath, tore the envelope open and tipped the key into his hand before removing the documentation also contained within. He handed them to Franky and waited for her to read.
"Because I knew about Gustave's plan for this place and I know much you love coming here. You've always said you would like to own a property in the village and I've always agreed with you. So now we own one that was once owned by one of your ancestors. We can always rent it out when we're not using it, can't we?"
Just like she had when he'd purchased 'Pheonix Livery', Franky attempted to speak but nothing came out. Tears welled in her eyes and she smiled as she nodded her head. Although they normally discussed such purchases, he knew she wasn't mad about what he'd done. She'd fallen in love with the cottage the Du Bec's had once inhabited as soon as Gustave had shown it to them but it hadn't been for sale back then and they weren't the type to pressure someone into selling just to get what they wanted. It had taken over thirty years for the property to be put on the market and Urs had snapped it up for a reasonable price but the most important thing to him was that he'd made Franky happy by buying it. He didn't have to be told that she was overjoyed about what he'd done or that she thought he was 'completely awesome'. He saw all that in her smiling, tear-streaked face and felt it in the kiss she gave him once she'd leapt back into his arms.
Two months after they returned to England, Gustave called to let them know he'd settled into his new home and that the woman who'd purchased the Chaffee ancestral home had kept the promises she'd made when she'd viewed the place. Other than doing the usual work required by law, she hadn't changed a thing, had kept all the staff on, especially Arnaud and already had four confirmed wedding bookings with new enquiries being made every day. As good as that news was, what Gustave told them the woman had said once contracts had been signed was what made Franky smile and nod her head in agreement.
'De tous les endroits que je possède, celui-ci est mon préféré. Tant et si bien que j'ai décidé de déménager et de fonder moi-même ici. Etre capable de voir les magnifiques jardins chaque matin valent-moi de prendre cette décision.'
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Wed Oct 10, 2012 12:11 pm|| |
UH JJ I don't speak French so I am confused what did she say??
As for that little red pill that first part was HOT HOT HOT
I hate he had to sell but if the lady kept her promises to hold on to the history and the beauty of the estate then he did what was best..
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:38 am|| |
Chapter 203 - Appreciate What You Have
"Franky." Urs sighed as he stopped walking and gently swung her around to face him. "Don't treat me like I'm the bad guy here. If anyone has handled the situation wrong it's Serena, not me." He continued, speaking quietly as he watched Hadley and the twins head down the stairs to their seats.
"I'm not saying what you did was wrong, Urs. Just.......Why did you feel the need to do it today? Seri's under enough pressure without you adding to it."
"Like I don't know that. But she seems to have forgotten how she was raised. Hadley is old enough to help around the house, yet she lets him get away with everything and doesn't punish him when he refuses to do what's been asked of him. She was even arguing with Hadley when I dropped that old DVD off. What really makes me mad, is the fact she asks you for advice and then goes and does the exact opposite of what you tell her."
"Well that's the thing with advice isn't it? You either take it or leave it."
"Ja, but aren't you getting sick of her ignoring you? Just look at the other day, she still took Hadley to the water park, despite the fact he hadn't tidied his room, like he'd been asked to three times. Then to top it all she goes and does it herself and buys him a new phone when he throws a tantrum and smashes the one he's had for just over a month."
"You heard me. When I turned up at their house this morning, Serena had just got back herself and Hadley was in the lounge, looking ecstatic that he finally had the model he'd always wanted while his father shook his head and gave Seri that exasperated look. You might not be at your limit yet, but Hadley and me sure are. That's why I took that DVD over, to remind her of how we used to punish our children when they misbehaved. If you don't like it..........well that's just tough. Like you said to me a few years ago......'You never stop being a parent'."
Urs released the hold he'd kept on Franky while they'd been talking and made his way down to where Hadley sat with Saskia on his left and Hadley on his right. Franky followed after him and sat down with a loud huff.
"I'm sorry, honey. Maybe you're right. Perhaps watching that DVD is what she needed. You're wrong about me not being at my limit though. I've had enough of her treating me like I don't know what the hell I'm talking about and, if things don't change soon, she's going to get another reminder. It's not just me, you and Hadley she's pissing off. Frank, Kurt and Ciara were on about giving her butt a kick too."
"Let's just hope my idea worked then. Those three working together are even more scary than you are by yourself."
"Not funny, honey." Franky smiled though it wasn't her usual beaming smile, her eyes weren't sparkling the way they normally did and it let Urs know she was upset with Serena more than she was with him.
They released a sighed out breath then turned to see what Hadley Junior was doing and shook there heads when they saw that he was scowling at his father. Hadley Senior simply ignored him and placed the phone he'd taken off him in the inside pocket of his jacket. Hadley Junior grumbled something that neither Urs or Franky caught but Saskia heard him. She leaned forward in her seat and shot him an angry look before she spoke.
"Stop being such a selfish asshole, Hads." She grumbled, giving a sharp nod towards the rink. "Mum's worked really hard on this show. It won't hurt you to stop playing a game for a while."
"You're just jealous 'cos you can't play it."
"That's enough Hadley! You sit there without saying another word and show your mother some appreciation for once. God knows that I'm already mad that she has a slightly sprained ankle because you don't appreciate her for all she does for you."
"I do!" Hadley Junior snapped at his father as he folded his arms across his chest and huffed out a breath.
"No you don't. If you did, your room wouldn't look like a bomb had hit it again. We're not asking you to keep it spotless, just tidy enough that we can go in without running the risk of breaking our ankles. You're tidying up all by yourself tomorrow and if I hear you say that kind of thing is 'woman's work' one more time, you will not be going camping with Murray and his parents."
"You promised I could!"
"And you promised to keep your room tidy after Mami did it." Hadley Senior snapped back. "You broke your promise, it's only fair that I break mine."
Urs and Franky didn't hear anything else of what passed between father and son because a member of the rink's staff had approached, touched Urs on the shoulder and told him that Serena wanted to see them both before the show started. With them both knowing their way backstage, they stood and walked quickly to the dressing room she always used whenever she was preparing to perform. They found her sitting at the dressing table, wearing a robe over her costume and removing make-up rather than applying it.
"I don't know what's wrong. I can't get it to........." Serena began without looking at either of them to begin with and quickly turning her head away once she did. "I'm sorry........Mami. I've been so stupid just lately, especially with regard to Hadley and his behaviour. I should have listened to you when you said I shouldn't molly-coddle him just because he's been diagnosed with ADD."
"Mild ADD, Seri." Urs corrected and watched Serena nod her head slowly. "Just because he has that, it doesn't mean he's unteachable Seri. He has to learn to take care of himself and his things and that he's going to be punished if he doesn't. You do it with Saskia. It's not fair that you let Hadley get away with everything. You know full well you wouldn't have gotten another phone if you had done what Hadley did..........don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do. That DVD reminded me of a few things."
"You watched it then?"
"Yes, Mami. While Hadley was getting Saskia and Hads ready."
"Well, I'm glad you've finally seen the light." Franky replied as she approached Serena and embraced her. "But what's concerned me more than the fact you've ignored every bit of advice your father and I have given you, is the fact you've contradicted Hadley at every turn. He says no to Hads's demands, you say yes and vice versa. Do you really want a male version of..........? No, he's not that bad."
"You were going to say Katy Baker, weren't you?"
"Well......yes, I was. But he's really not that bad."
"Not yet he's not." Serena replied with a half-laughed, half-sniffed huff. "I'm sorry Mami. I took a long hard look at myself after watching how the two of you dealt with mine and the others's tantrums. I know Hadley is..........I don't want to lose him Mami."
"Then work with him instead of arguing with him all the time, otherwise he just may walk out. He doesn't want to, but I don't know how much more he can take Seri. I really, really don't. The only thing I am sure of, is that he still loves you very, very much."
"I know he does. He tells me every day, even when we have argued. I'll fix it, tonight."
"I wish you had time to fix it right now, but the show's already started and you'll be out there soon, so there's no time. Oh Serena, what am I going to do with you? Huh!"
"Dunno! Just keep on being the fantastic teacher you've always been I guess." Serena replied with a quick shrug and a giggle.
Franky nodded and giggled along with her as the two women embraced again. Once they'd seperated, Serena moved over to Urs, apologised, thanked him for the reminder and hugged him tight. He returned the hug, watched her move back to the dressing table then took hold of Franky's hand before they left her. As they walked back to their seats, Urs remembered the one particular scene he'd told Serena to watch. It wasn't long, no more than ten minutes, appeared on the DVD Franky had marked 'Naughties', began about five minutes in and showed a nine year old Serena being defiant.
"Serena!" Franky yelled, the camera lens pointing down the stairs.
"What?" Serena snapped, hands fisted on her hips and a scowl on her face.
"I told you to tidy your room up this morning didn't I? It's almost lunchtime and you haven't touched it yet."
"Why should I? It's your stupid house, you tidy it up or get Saskia to do it. That's what she's here for isn't it?"
"SERENA BUHLER! Get your backside up here now!" Urs's raised voice snapped the instruction though the camera didn't move to capture his angry features.
Instead it remained focused on the stropping and footstomping Serena as she slowly made her way upstairs. The scowl didn't drop even when she'd seen her father's face. She simply stood at the top of the stairs, arms folded across her chest, giving her parents attitude without saying a word.
"Go and do what you said you would otherwise........" Urs instructed pointing to her room, the camera now focused on father and daughter. "...........you will be sleeping in the garden shed for the foreseeable future."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I?"
"Mami, tell him he can't do that?"
"Why should I? Taking your allowance and your luxuries off you hasn't made any difference has it Seri? We've both talked it over and that's the decision we've reached. Together, like we always do whether Papi is home or not."
"Yeah right!" Serena huffed doubtfully.
"Oh! You don't believe me? Well just follow me." Franky instructed as she began to descend the stairs.
That journey hadn't been recorded, but Urs could remember following Serena and Franky downstairs, through to the back door and up to the garden shed. Recording had begun again when Urs had opened the door to reveal what he'd been up to all morning and Serena's reaction. It took her a while to step forward and look inside and once she'd seen that there was only an old campbed and wooden table inside her eyes had flown wide. Realising that her parents were serious she'd ran back inside and had started work on tidying the room. Nothing had been seen of her for almost two hours once she'd closed the door and she'd looked very ashamed when she'd come down to ask Franky if she'd done a satisfactory job. Both Urs and Franky had checked and looked at each other before telling her that they were satisfied. Serena had learned a valuable lesson that day and had never again left her bedroom untidy.
Even though they were disappointed to have missed the start of the show, Urs and Franky knew they'd done the right thing by going to Serena and smiled at each other as they settled back into their searts. Urs looked to where Hadley Junior sat and shook his head when he saw that he was still in 'Sulk Mode' and didn't like the fact his father was ignoring him. Urs caught Hadley Senior looking at him as he began to turn his head back to the rink and recognised the wide-eyed, lip-chewing face as his questioning one.
"She's fine. But maybe you should go and speak to her after the show. We'll watch Saskia and Hadley."
"Thanks." Hadley nodded then smiled as the audience applauded the teenager who'd just finished performing.
The family watched the rest of the show together and even Hadley Junior began to show his appreciation the longer it went on. All too soon the young man who'd taken over Lauren's role was announcing that it was time to bring the event to an end and introducing Serena, dancing to 'Mama' by the Spice Girls. She performed beautifully and ended her routine with a huge smile on her face and looking directly at a teary-eyed Franky. Franky nodded in appreciation and flicked her head towards Hadley Senior. Serena nodded then used the hand gesture's Frank had taught her years ago to let him know that she loved him. Hadley nodded with a gentle smile on his face then watched Serena head off the ice. Once the main lights came up, Hadley stood, told the twins to behave themselves and made his way through the crowd.
"Give me your phone." Hadley Junior demand of Franky as soon as his father was out of sight.
"I beg your pardon, young man?"
"I said, give me your phone. Dad's still got mine. Yours is the same model. I want to play my game."
"Oh do you now? Well you're not using mine, Hadley. And don't bother asking your Grandfather either."
"Pfft! He always gives you what........"
"Hadley! Don't you dare go there!" Urs raised his voice and watched Hadley gulp. "I wouldn't let you have my phone either, even if I had brought it with me. You spend far too much time on that game as it is."
"I don't care what either of you think!"
"Perhaps you don't right now, but you will. And pretty soon I think."
Hadley grumbled something inaudible in reply to Franky's statement but moved to leave when Urs took hold of her hand and began to lead her up the stairs. They were soon walking around the museum area of the arena, though Hadley paid more attention to what the Ice Hockey team had achieved than he did to what his Grandmother and Great-Grandmother had. Although he wasn't exactly happy about that, Urs was grateful for the fact the display had grabbed his attention and he was no longer sulking.
Serena and Hadley arrived a few moments later, looking much happier than they had earlier in the day and with their arms wrapped around each others waists. Serena squatted to talk to Hadley once she'd managed to get his attention and firmly told him she would not be doing his room again, that he had to learn to do it himself and if he didn't do it tomorrow morning he definitely would not be going camping.
"In other words Hadley, tomorrow is the first day of a new regime. A new way of doing things. Do you understand?"
Hadley nodded to confirm that he understood but Urs caught the eyeroll of disbelief he displayed as the family made their way out to the car park. Hugs and kisses were exchanged before each branch of the family made their way home. Franky apologised again for telling Urs off about the DVD as they settled down to sleep.
They didn't hear anything from Serena until ten days later and weren't that surprised to hear that Hadley Junior had thought she was joking about what she'd said. He hadn't lifted a finger to tidy his room until roughly an hour before Serena called her parents. Suspending his pocket money and removing all the luxuries from his room hadn't worked, nor had the threat of having to sleep in the garage. He'd bolted upstairs after spending the previous evening sleeping on a camp bed though, but hadn't made much of an impact on the mess so far. Serena called again later in the day to let them know the job had been completed to her satisfaction after Hadley had spent almost four hours behind the closed door.
"What's that cocky little smirk for?" Urs asked, noticing the way Franky looked at him as he returned the handset to its charger.
"Just remembering what you said to me when I suggested how we could teach Serena a lesson and how you looked at me once I'd explained that it was exactly how my mother taught me to be tidy."
"Oh ja. I remember. I said it wouldn't work with Serena and shook my head because I didn't think you were serious about carrying out the threat." Urs recalled, smiling and nodding his head until he saw the way Franky had folded her arms across her chest and that she was wearing her questioning look. "What?"
"You know what Urs Buhler. That wasn't all you said."
"And I said I was sorry for saying that........once Seri was upstairs." He replied, knowing that he'd said Franky's form of punishing their daughter had been 'the stupidist idea she'd ever had'.
"Guess I taught you a lesson as well then, didn't I?" Franky asked with a smile on her face to which Urs replied with nothing more than a long, slow nod and a smile.
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Chapter 204 - Willingness
'Don't you even think about it.' Urs heard his inner voice instructing sternly as he reached for the back door handle. 'Doctor Howard only agreed to discharge you on the understanding you rested for a few days, didn't she? Besides which, Franky would kick your ass to......'
"To the moon and back." He huffed, released his grip and headed towards the kitchen sink instead.
Two days after he'd been discharged from hospital following a minor bout of food poisoning, Urs still felt a little weak. Not as weak as when he'd been allowed to come home, ascending the stairs that night had felt like he'd climbed the Matterhorn. At least now he could make it without having to lean on Franky for support or pause every two or three steps . Still he really was in no condition to go and help Franky deal with the current problem.
Though taking care of him whenever he'd been ill had always been her number one priority, he didn't mind that she wasn't in the house right now. She'd spent every day of his hospitalisation at his bedside and had looked torn as she hung up the phone. As soon as she'd told what had happened at Pearl's stables, he'd told her to go and help. The one thing he hadn't really expected her to do, however, was organise someone to keep an eye on him while she was gone. Then again, he really should have expected her to do that, she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't get the rest he'd been ordered to get if he'd been left alone. It really was a good idea that she'd called and asked Sebastien if he was busy and he owed her an apology for snapping at her that he 'didn't need a Gott damned babysitter'.
"Still think you don't need a little help?" Urs heard the Frenchman asking as he came to his side, slipped an arm around his waist and helped him to a seat at the kitchen table.
"Nein. I just.......You know?"
"Oui, I know." Sebastien nodded and rolled his eyes backwards before letting out a sigh of relief now his brother didn't look so wobbly. "Really......What is it they say?........Oh oui.......Knocked you for six hasn't it?"
"Ja. Don't think I'll be eating Mussels again for a very long time."
"Oh they finally found out what caused it then?"
"Ja. Seems the previous day's supply wasn't throw out after closing time, at least that's what appears to have happened. Only those who had Mussels that night have been ill. What's for lunch? Don't tell me chicken soup again. I've had enough of that to refloat the Titanic."
"Don't fib. I know Franky has given you more than chicken soup. Now drink your juice like a good boy." Sebastien instructed, setting a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice down on the table. "You weren't thinking of going to help were you? Franky will have enough to deal with, without worrying about you."
"I know that. And nein I didn't."
"Worried about 'Demon' aren't you?"
"A little. He needs a calm approach. If you rush at him, he bolts." Urs nodded and gave a quick smile at the mention of his horse. "Are you going to stand there all day? Or are you going to make me something to eat?"
Sebastien nodded, quickly set to work preparing a tuna sandwich for both of them and even found a packet of Arrowroot biscuits. Urs sighed as the bland meal was set before him, but tucked in anyway and gave Sebastien an appreciative nod. His eyes widened slightly, knowing that some people had to eat a bland diet every day and wondering how the hell they did it. As they had from the very beginning, both he and Franky still enjoyed their food though they never went overboard on the 'goodies'. How the hell anyone could go through life without enjoying the odd indulgence, Urs didn't know. Three days he'd been on the bland diet and he'd already had enough of it. A lifetime of eating such meals he couldn't even begin to imagine.
"Something bothering you, Seb?" Urs asked, noticing the frown on Sebastien's face as he reluctantly pushed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth.
"Non, not really. I think......perhaps I have upset Misty."
"Why? She seemed all right with you at Piper's birthday party the other week. In fact I'd say better than all right, she's a lot less nervous around you than she was when Eden started dating her."
"Oui, I know" Sebastien smiled at the mention of Eden's eldest child. "Back then she thought she wasn't good enough for Eden and thought I would feel the same. I don't care what she does for a job as long as she loves and respects Eden. We've become quite close since I set her right, but that appears to have changed since she........made her request."
"Erm........She wants all three of us in the delivery room when she has Jake."
"As in Eden, Emma and you?"
"Oui. I said non as soon as she mentioned the idea. Said I would rather look after Piper and Edan. Believe me, as much as I love babies, watching my daughter-in-law give birth is not something I want to do."
"Then tell her that, Dummyhead."
Sebastien nodded then stood abruptly and left the kitchen to go answer the gate buzzer. He returned a couple of minutes later with a smile on his face, informed that Emma was on her way up the drive and would need a little help once she'd pulled up near the garage. Urs nodded, watched Sebastien head out the back door with 'Jester' following behind, his tail wagging furiously. The couple came back in, carrying heavy bags which they deposited on the table and began to unload.
"Oh by the way, I had a word with Misty just after you left this morning." Emma stated, handing Urs an apple while looking at Sebastien. "You haven't upset her at all you know? She just thought you might like to see Eden's last child come into the world."
"Like I don't know that, Dummyhead."
"They've decided no more after Jake then?" Sebastien asked, looking a little less tense now.
"Yes. Oh come on, Seb. Don't look so disappointed. Three's more than average nowadays and they did say they didn't want any to begin with."
"Oui, I know. And I remember how happy you were when they changed their minds."
"I wasn't the only one was I? I can remember what you were like when I passed on that information. Jumping around the lounge like an over-excited ten year old."
"I was not."
"Oh you so were." Urs interjected, before taking a huge bite of apple and watching Emma continue to unpack the fruit she'd purchased. "Worse than David did at Simon's semi-retirement thing. How much do we owe you for the fruit, Emma?"
"But there's got to be a good thirty pound's worth here." Urs replied, scanning the table and calculating quickly in his head.
"I know. But I do have friend in the fruit 'n' veg business. Have had for years haven't I? She told me to tell you to consider it a get well soon gift."
"Oh, ja. You haven't said anything about her for so long, I thought you'd fallen out."
"No, just had other things to deal with. Dad collected so much stuff over the years, neither me, Erin or Brett knew what to do with some of it. Not to begin with anyway. Some of it is very rare and needs to be assessed before those decisions are made. We're in no rush, we have refused the offer that's been made on Dad's house. It's worth way more than that."
Urs nodded, knowing that the property had been put up for sale six weeks ago, valued at just over three quarters of a million pounds and that Sebastien had scowled when a prospective purchaser had offered a lot less than that. Even though they'd brought all the properties they'd renovated at auction, Urs and Franky knew property prices well enough to know that the superbly maintained building was worth much more than the six hundred and fifty thousand that had been refused. It certainly didn't need any work inside, Emma's father had been fastidious about that and only few small jobs needed to be attended to outside. At the end of the day, whoever bought the property for its asking price or close to it would be getting a lot of 'bang for their buck'.
"Has Franky been in touch yet?" Emma asked, wiping a couple of tears from her eyes, the way she had done each and every time anything to do with her recently deceased father was mentioned.
"Nein, not yet. However it's happened, getting over twenty scared horses back in the field is going to take some time. Seven were nowhere in sight by the time Pearl got to the scene." Urs replied, his head whipping round to the kitchen window when he heard something tapping rapidly against it.
Sebastien moved quickly, opened the back door to reveal that what had started as a bright, warm sunny day had now turned into a dull, overcast one and torrential was rain falling. As bad as that seemed to contend with, it would be nothing in comparison with what Franky would have to deal with. Whenever it rained like it was now, certain parts of the countryside near where 'Demon' was stabled always became waterlogged and quickly at that. Searching for frightened and possibly injured animals in such weather was going to be exhausting, not to mention hard if you couldn't see much than five feet in front of yourself.
With the back door closed again, the threesome decided to head into the lounge and watch television until they heard from Franky. Even though he didn't feel particularly tired, Urs nodded off only to be woken by Emma almost two hours after he last remembered looking at his watch. He smiled then stretched, happy in the knowledge that Franky was on her way home, though the smile dropped quickly when Emma continued.
"She sounds really upset as well as exhausted. I'm sorry, Urs I didn't get chance to ask her why before the connection was lost."
"It's okay. She'll tell me.........us as soon as she gets home." Urs shook his head, watching Sebastien head to the kitchen with a disgusted look on his face.
Urs knew why he'd seen that wrinkled nose and grimace. Sebastien had never liked the smell of Camomile Tea and couldn't understand how Franky could drink it. Despite that, he knew her well enough to know that was what she would want when she got home and Urs smiled a little broader, knowing that Sebastien was prepared to push his own discomfort aside. A look around told Urs that Emma had disappeared as well. She returned a few moments later with fleecy sports clothes and clean underwear in her hands. She took those into the laundry room then set about spreading newspaper from the back door around to the smallest room in the house. It was all too clear to Urs that Franky would walk through the door soaked to the skin and muddied up.
Half an hour later he was proved right, Franky entered the kitchen dripping rainwater everywhere and leaving some rather thick, muddy prints on the newspaper. She gave Urs a quick, teary-eyed smile before she closed the laundry room door. Even though he wanted to apologise for what he'd said earlier in the day, Urs knew she wouldn't let him until she'd cleaned herself up a little and had changed into the clean clothes. She emerged a few moments later, wiping tears from her face as Urs stepped forward, pulled her into a tight embrace and apologised for snapping at her.
"It's okay, honey. I was prepared for it, I knew exactly how you would react." Franky replied with a quick smile as they seperated.
She sniffed loudly, thanked Sebastien for the tea then took several mouthfuls once she'd settled on the couch. She huffed out a breath, took a deep one then told Urs, Sebastien and Emma exactly why Pearl had requested her help in retrieving the horses.
"Most of the horses had been out for an hour and Pearl was in the office when Marcus goes running in in a blind panic. He tells her that he heard something hit the wall at the end of the turnout field and when they go to check they can see that a 4x4 has crashed through it. All but two of the horses are milling around or have bolted off. Then the driver starts honking the horn. That scares a few more off and most of them head towards 'Devil's Drop'. Pearl gets to the vehicle to find the driver is still conscious and screaming in pain, though she didn't appear to be seriously injured when Pearl first saw her. Once she's got inside the vehicle Pearl realises why the woman is screaming. She's in labour and saying she feels like she needs to push already. Apparently she'd only had a few small contractions between leaving her home in the village and deciding to leave. She thought she could make it to the hospital before they got stronger. She starts apologising to Pearl and offers to pay for the damage, but Pearl isn't bothered about that. By the time I arrived at the scene it was all too clear the baby was going to be born in that car. Paramedics arrive a few minutes later and shortly after that both me and Pearl can hear the woman pushing. Knowing she's in safe hands, we head back to the stables to find that Marcus has tacked 'Glory Boy' and 'Finders Keepers' up. Pearl and I head off to begin looking for the escapees just as Ruby arrives in the 4x4 with the trailer attached. Somehow she'd managed to get hold of 'Demon' and get him boxed despite the fact he'd obviously been scared out of his wits."
"He's all right, isn't he?" Urs asked, swallowing hard.
"He's fine, honey. Just a few minor scratches on his legs." Franky replied with a comforting smile and squeeze of his hand. "Anyway, it takes us ages to locate the rest and get them back to their stables, then it starts to rain. Pearl checks and realises 'Pretty In..........Pretty In Pink' is still missing."
"You found her though?"
"Yes, Emma, but.........erm...........she had to be.......euthan......."
"Oh no. What happened? What about the foal she was carrying?" Urs asked, knowing that Pearl's favourite mare was due to give birth soon.
"Can't be sure, think she landed wrong after jumping another wall. There was no doubt it, her right front leg was badly broken. Even I knew there would be no saving her." Franky informed through several sniffs and final sob. "She wasn't that far away from the stables, no more than a quarter of a mile. Pearl called Jaden. He arrived, checked 'Pinky' over and delivered a live colt by ceasarian section a few minutes after he'd sedated 'Pinky' enough to stop her struggling. Then he........you know? Did what needed to be done."
"Mein Gott! So now Pearl's got to find a surrogate mother or raise the foal herself?"
"No, that's the only good bit of news. Jaden had just got home after checking one of his other patients. She delivered a stillborn filly last night, so he's going to take 'Phantom' to her in the hope she'll accept him as hers."
"Pearl's named him already then?"
"Wasn't hard, honey. I don't think he's going to change colour considering that 'Pinky' and 'Winter Warrior' are both white. Once we'd got him dried off and he was standing...........There was.........God, he looked just like I always imagined 'Dancer' did as foal. I just hope he makes it and that I never have to witness anything like that again."
Unable to begin to imagine what horrors Franky had witnessed just over an hour ago, Urs wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulled her close and closed his eyes for a few seconds when he felt wetness seeping through the t-shirt he was wearing. When he opened them again, he looked down and saw that she was drifting off to sleep. He kissed the top of her head then looked over to where Sebastien and Emma sat and noticed they were both wiping tears from their faces.
Silence reigned for the next hour or so only to be broken by the sound of Emma's message tone resounding around the room. She retrieved it quickly and showed it to Sebastien once she'd read it.
"She can't be. She isn't due for.........."
"Sebastien!" Emma yelled, rolling her head in frustration and waking Franky in the process. "I'm sorry, Franky. Misty's in labour and I promised I would be there."
"You don't have to explain, Emma. Go." Franky replied, dragging both hands down her face once she'd finished speaking. "But just tell me one thing before you do? Did he behave?" She continued, flicking her head towards Urs.
"Huh! What do you think?" Sebastien replied with a quick laugh. "He still thinks he knows better than a doctor. Don't even try to deny it Urs. I know what you were thinking of doing when I saw you near the back door and don't think for one minute I didn''t."
With a sheepish look on his face and a quick shoulder shrug, Urs watched Sebastien and Emma leave then took hold of Franky's hand and led her upstairs to the en-suite bathroom. He filled the bath, climbed in behind her and held her close until she decided she was feeling a bit better. The rest of the day passed peacefully, until Emma called to let them know Jake Albert Izambard had arrived safe and sound at 10:49pm, weighing in at a healthy six pounds, nine ounces.
Two days later, Urs and Franky drove out to the stables and Urs let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that 'Demon' appeared to have gotten over his traumatic experience as had all the horses who'd been in the field. Pearl showed up a few moments later, still looking sad around the eyes but with a smile on her face as she informed that Jaden had been successful in his attempt to get 'Serene Beauty' to accept 'Phantom' as her own and that the woman who'd caused so much mayhem was insisting on repairing the damage she'd caused and wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. Only once she'd told them that the woman had given birth to a healthy little girl in the car did Pearl thank Franky for all she'd done.
"Not much?! Franky Buhler.........sometimes you are the most infuriatingly modest woman I know." Pearl exclaimed as the two seperated from a hug. "How in the hell was I supposed to try and comfort 'Pinky' and help Jaden at the same time? I know I didn't hold her head and stroke her face like I wanted to, but you did. You did it without being asked, knowing how devastated I would be if she lost yet another foal. If that doesn't deserve at least one thank you.......then I don't know what the hell does. Doesn't she piss you off sometimes?" She finished, looking directly at Urs.
"Oh, ja. I've tried and tried to get her to change that attitude a little bit. Don't think I'll ever succeed though."
"Just like I know you will never change with regard to.........Well you know what I'm talking about."
Urs huffed, knowing exactly what Franky was referring to as he opened the gate and entered the field with a lead rope in hand. His annoying little habit of thinking he was healthier than he actually was and his determination to prove it. He took a few more steps, turned his head over his shoulder and laughed when he saw that Franky was shaking his head. He managed to capture 'Speed Demon' at the first attempt, led him round to his stable and hoped Jaden wouldn't have to give him a mild sedative before floating his teeth this time. A hope that proved futile five minutes later since 'Demon' starting kicking up a fuss before Jaden had even bolted the door behind him. Half an hour later, Urs and Jaden emerged from the stable, both glistening with sweat, breathing deep and shaking their heads.
"Don't look at me. I told you he was troublesome in some regards when I bought him for you. Particularly in regard to any kind of vetenary treatment. You said you could handle anything he could dish out, didn't you?"
For the second time in less than six months, Urs's only answer was a long, slow nod and a smile.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Wed Oct 24, 2012 8:09 am|| |
Sorry JJ but been a horrible past week and finally getting to comment on the chapters..
Serena did handle the situation with her son wrong and they needed to have a look back at how Franky and Urs taught their children to act and respect people and their parents..
Franky and Urs took no crap from their children and Serena and her husband shouldn't either..
As for the next chapter well we all know Urs doesn't make a good patient on a bad day or a good one for that matter..
Glad the lady waited till the ambulance arrived before the baby came..
I am glad they found Urs horse and sorry they had to put down the one..
Love Sebbie in this story he always seems to be calm and can deal with Urs in a good way..
His and Emma's marriage always seem to be the one with the least amount of problems..
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Chapter 205 - Mismo Dolor, Actitud Diferente
"Off on holiday again are you? It's not that long since you flew out to Lucerne. What's wrong? Does SHE get that bored now she's not travelling the world, spending your money?" Urs heard the woman who sat across the aisle from him questioning as he and Franky settled themselves into their seats.
Even though what she'd said riled him up a little, it was none of her business where they were heading now, just like it wasn't any of her business as to why they'd flown out to Lucerne a few weeks ago. Obviously telling the woman that it was a free world and he and Franky could go wherever they liked hadn't made one iota of difference to her attitude. He wasn't about to acknowledge her rudeness again, not when Franky needed him like he'd need her a few weeks ago.
Almost twelve weeks had passed since then and he was still reeling over the death of his childhood friend, but he'd been prepared for that. Mara had kept him up to date with Kurt's health from the day he'd been diagnosed and had made sure Urs had been informed when the end was near. It had been hard to walk into Kurt's hospital room, knowing that Kurt probably wouldn't see the dawn of the next day, but Urs was glad he'd been able to spend a few moments with him, even if Kurt didn't know he was there. The Morphine he'd been given to help him cope with the pain of Bone Cancer had worked its magic though a few seconds before the injection Kurt had mumbled in Swiss-German and Urs had laughed. Sixty years after the event, it seemed Kurt had finally admitted to swiping half a tray of Lorella Buhler's 'Zimsterne' cookies. Kurt hadn't said much else after that and a couple of hours later, Franky and Urs had left so that Mara, Francesco and Eilonwy could be with him in his final moments.
That day and all the days after, Franky had been his constant support and comfort and she'd encouraged him to recount some of the old memories Kurt dying had brought to the fore. Just a day or two after his funeral, Urs had made Mara and their children laugh with some of the stories he told, Mara confirming most of them with a smile and a teary-eyed nod when their children looked at him sceptically.
Now, his and Franky's positions were reversed, well sort of. Urs decided to ignore the woman across the aisle and focus on a distraught Franky instead. Distressing though Carlos's phone call had been, he appeared to be handling Barbara-Jean's sudden death much better than he had Karen's. He'd called everyone himself once her body had been removed from the villa and had let them know why she'd died so suddenly as soon as he'd found out. The only help he had accepted had been from Carina, Marco and Reina and Urs was in no doubt that his brother would get through the traumatic experience once again.
Urs raised his head slightly, noticed that everyone was being instructed to fasten their seatbelts and gave Franky a quick nudge when he noticed hers was still undone. She fastened it quickly then took hold of his hand as the plane began to move down the runway. She didn't let go once they were in the air and heading towards Madrid. She didn't speak for a while either, just laid her head on his shoulder and cried for little while.
Urs heard the woman who'd spoken to him before take off giggle and shot her a foul look. It was obvious to him that she thought her words had upset Franky and that she'd settled herself the way she had in an attempt to gain sympathy. Ja, she did have his sympathy, but not because of what had been said, because she'd lost a dear friend and was mourning that loss. She wasn't the only one aboard in that state. Sebastien and Emma sat a few rows behind them and Urs could hear Emma crying even though Sebastien was doing his very best to comfort her.
All the women had enjoyed a close relationship. Emma and Barbara-Jean had become as close as Franky and Lauren were. They'd all shared fun times, they'd all argued, they'd all teased each other, they'd all exchanged advice as well as planning surprises for each other. They'd all learned to ignore those women who thought they'd only married their respective Divo in the hope they would get some sort of public recognition out of it.
Lauren's little business was booming. Emma was now passing on her physiotherapy knowledge as well as producing the odd piece of artwork and she'd learned to ice-skate just for the sheer fun of it. Barbara-Jean had designed and made every wedding dress for all the Divo girls who were currently married and had blushed each time the bride thanked her for doing such a wonderful job. Reina's had been based on a 1950s style lace dress with a corseted draped bodice that had enhanced her figure by nipping in her waist. Soft Chantilly lace had been draped and gathered over a full length skirt and Carlos had beamed with pride as he took down the aisle to a stunned looking Hakan.
Now, just two weeks after she'd begun work on making another dress, Barbara-Jean had died the way she'd always said she'd wanted to go. Quietly at home, without being in pain and wrapped in Carlos's arms. Urs widened his eyes briefly, wondering how he would react if he were to wake one morning to find Franky cold and lifeless in his arms. He wasn't so sure how he would feel right now, but thought it was much better than having to watch her go slowly and be in pain. That was a topic they'd discussed a few times and the conversation had always ended with the same wish for each other, that they would just simply fall asleep, never to wake again.
His thoughts turned to Barbara-Jean's cause of death and how shocked Carlos must have been to hear that she'd died due to Arrhymmia caused by Diabetes, especially since she'd only been diagnosed with the disease a couple of months before. Was it really possible that she could have had it for years yet not displayed the usual symptoms? Urs hadn't thought so until he and Franky had heard Carlos explain that it was possible, especially in the case of the Type 2 Diabetes Barbara-Jean had been diagnosed with. Upset though he was, Carlos found great comfort in knowing that she'd passed away as she'd wanted to.
Hearing the pilot's voice coming over the speakers, Urs gently pushed Franky back into an upright position, watched her lift the sunglasses she wore and wipe her eyes as they prepared for the landing. She gripped his hand even tighter as they descended and that was how things remained until they'd disembarked. Having not had time to talk to Emma before leaving England, Franky went in search of her and the two women embraced tightly for a few minutes before rejoining their husbands and heading out of the airport. Neither of them were surprised to see David and Lauren waiting for them once they'd retrieved their baggage and more hugs were exchanged before they went in search of taxis.
That didn't take them long and they were soon in a vehicle capable of carrying them all. Very little was said, other than to inform each other of when the rest of their respective families would be arriving and where they would be staying. Within what seemed like seconds the taxi pulled up outside a hotel close to Carlos and Barbara-Jean's home. Everyone checked in, freshened up a little then walked the short distance to the villa. They all crossed the threshold to find Carlos looking like he had when Karen had died, the pain showed in his eyes and he looked like he needed a decent night's sleep. The only thing that was different was that he was coping with what had happened and offering them refreshments.
"I am.......I am......." Carlos began with tears welling in his eyes and a quick cough to compose himself as Frank headed towards the kitchen. "I am not doing so badly this time. It's hard, but I can manage. I'm more worried about Reina than myself at the moment."
"Why?" Franky asked, releasing the hold she'd had on Carina since a few seconds earlier.
"Perhaps I was wrong to make my the request so soon. I erm........I asked her to finish the dress Barbara-Jean started work on. Perhaps I should have waited until........after the funeral."
"It's for Chay's fiancee isn't it?" Lauren asked and watched Carlos nod with a slight smile on his face at the mention of his friend, Pedro's youngest son.
"Si. It would be the shame no to see what Karime and Barbara-Jean spent so many hours planning.......quedarse arriba, incompleto. Lo he intentado, Carina, Marco y Hakan han intentado. Ella sólo pide que dejemos el tema en paz."
"To be left upstairs, incomplete." Franky translated when five faces turned to look at her questioningly. "She tells Carlos, Carina, Marco and Hakan to leave the subject alone each time they raise it." She finished as Francesca and Carlotta came flying into the lounge, desperate for a comforting hug from their paternal grandparents.
"Tia Reina's being awful mean, Gran." Francesca informed, wiping her eyes roughly with the back of her hand. "She told Carlotta to shut up at breakfast. We were only remembering a good time with Abuela BJ and she says now is not the time for remembering such things. Now is a time for quiet and mourning. Abuelo didn't seem to mind what we were talking about."
"No. I didn't. It is a good memory. One of my favourites." Carlos informed with a brief smile and headshake. "They were talking about the time when they decided to play the dressing up with Barbara-Jean's clothes and how she joined in when she found them. Never had I seen Barbara-Jean look so.......ridiculous.........by the time they'd finished with her. Nothing matched or complimented another item of clothing and her make-up........Oh Dios! She looked like the clown. I had not laughed that hard since Carina and Reina were little."
"I can imagine. They've done that with Franky too." Urs nodded with a smile on his face. "Got the pictures to prove it."
"Si. I also." Carlos nodded then quickly covered the top half of his face with his right and sniffed loudly.
Having seen him do that before, Urs and Franky knew he was trying not to cry in front of Francesca and Carlotta and that he didn't know how to deal with Reina's attitude right now. A look around the room told them Hakan was busy dealing with his griping son as well as watching Reina. Everyone had seen where she was as soon as they'd entered the house, but had decided to see how Carlos was doing first since she'd looked quite calm, spending a few minutes admiring the yellow roses her mother had planted. However, now she wasn't facing the rose bushes and she looked absolutely furious. No-one could hear what she was saying or see who she was speaking to, but it was all too clear that something had sparked her rage and someone needed to get her to calm down.
Franky moved quickly, took Carlos from Hakan's arms and handed him over to Carina then dragged him outside. Urs followed after them and watched as they moved Reina away from the wall that separated the yard from the one nextdoor. Even though it was a struggle, Hakan managed to get her back inside and held her tight against him once the door was closed. Franky hadn't watched that, instead she stood glaring hard at the woman who'd obviously worked Reina up into such a state.
"¿Qué estás mirando? Puta!" Carlos's neighbour asked, sneering at Franky as she spoke the only word Urs completely understood.
"Ha! Usted tiene el descaro de llamarme así? Buenos días..........señora!"
Urs shook his head at the gaping Senora Garza as Franky turned on her heel and headed back inside the villa. It was all too clear that the barely clothed woman had been expecting Franky to say more than she had, or strike her at least. Like Franky, he knew about the woman who lived next door to his brother. Carlos had told him how she would walk around, wearing very little and giving him flirtly smiles, especially if Barbara-Jean had been around. Carlos had tried ignoring her and when that hadn't worked, he'd told her he wasn't interested. Still shaking his head, Urs emitted a long sigh then turned and headed back inside where he found Carlos trying to get Reina to tell him what Senora Garza had said to spark her fury.
"She..........She said that now Mama is gone, you would turn to her and maybe you would have the cajones to have a DNA test performed on me and Carina." Reina replied after the third time of being asked.
"Aye! That woman?!" Carlos grumbled, pulling Reina into his arms and holding her tight. "I have told you many times, I do not care what that woman thinks. You should not be letting her get to you, Pequeña Perla. Mama never did. In fact, many times Mama and I laughed about what Senora Garza thinks. Are you seriously believing that I would seek the comfort with such a woman? One who has already been married four times and left every man she's been married to with next to nothing."
Carlos released his hold slightly and spoke to Reina while smiling a little and wiping her eyes. Exactly what he said to her as he did that, Urs wasn't sure because he spoke in such rapid Spanish. No-one else seemed to need a translation, so Urs didn't look to Franky the way he normally would. Everyone was perfectly content to watch Reina calm down while taking several deep breaths.
"Has she caused that much trouble for you and BJ?" David asked with a nod towards the neighbouring property as everyone headed back to the lounge and found a seat.
"Not really. Just the same old meirda. Barbara-Jean was only with me for the fame and money." Carlos replied with a smile and headshake. "Fame and money. Now there is the joke. If Senora Garza had any idea which of the two of us have the money, it would not be Barbara-Jean she would be calling the golddigger. No that I was the kept man, Barbara-Jean just made some muy wise investments with her money."
"Yes, but she was only really able to get all that money because of the inheritance Catherine left her."
"Is it mattering, Lauren? Catherine wanted her to have it and I had the hell of the time getting her to accept it. Yara Garza can think what she likes. I have more important things to worry about than her. I was not interested in her all those years ago, when she was half my age, I am certainly no interested now."
"Huh? I thought she only moved in a few months ago."
"Si, she did David with her now ex-husband, but I knew her long before she ever married, as Yara Valasquez."
"How?" Sebestien asked as everyone watched Carlos stand and begin to make his way to the hallway that led to the stairway.
"I'll explain." Franky offered with a quick smile, watching Carlos's head turn from those gathered in his lounge to look up the stairs and back again.
Carlos gave one quick nod with his eyes closed then made his way upstairs with Reina and Hakan following behind. Even though they probably knew how their father knew Yara already, Carina and Marco came over to hear what Franky had to say and made themselves comfortable next to Frank and Cherish with their children close by.
"Right." Franky smiled briefly after taking a few moments to think and letting out a deep breath. "Carlos has known Yara for almost forty years. She once worked as a waitress at his favourite restaurant. Until she met her first husband anyway. Before she met him though, she made several attempts to catch Carlos's eye. Even did so the first time he brought Karen to Madrid. He told her then he wasn't interested in her. Despite being told that, Yara kept trying every time he came home, not caring that she was married to a man that cared a great deal about her. She didn't even take any notice when Carlos's parents asked her to leave him alone. Especially when she tried to flirt with him just after Karen's death. No matter how many times she's been told, it appears the message has never got through and she's going to continue trying to get the man she's wanted for so many years. Not that I think Carlos will give in. I know he won't. I just wish she didn't live right next door."
"I don't think she'll be there for much longer, Mami." Frank informed with a quick smile to Carina then Franky. "The two of us were out in the garden last night, she was talking to someone on the phone. Seems whoever she was talking to wants her out of the villa. The last thing we heard before she slammed the phone down was her yelling that she knew she had until tomorrow to find somewhere else to live. Once turning on the charm had failed to persuade them to let her stay anyway. I have never heard such foul Spanish, not even from Carlos."
"Well that will be a blessing. If she goes tomorrow, hopefully we won't see her the following day." Emma sighed, wiping her eyes and nodding her head slowly.
Everyone nodded in agreement with Emma then turned their heads to see Carlos, Reina and Hakan coming back into the lounge. Even though he was smiling Carlos had tears in his eyes as did Reina and Hakan. Reina broke away from the two men after a moment or two and made straight for Francesca and Carlotta, she apologised for her outburst at the breakfast table, told them that memory was one of her favourites too once they'd accepted her apology and had given her a hug. Then Reina took a deep breath and explained why she'd been so snappy with her neices in the first place.
"Ever since........Mama di......died, I knew what Papa would ask of me. I erm......I had my doubts, didn't think I could do it. Karime's dress is one of the most complicated Mama has ever designed you see. I thought I'd forgotten everything that Mama taught me about making such things but once Papa showed me the design and reminded me who had been so patient with teaching me to sew in the first place, it all came flooding back. I know now I can finish it, and I will. It will just take me a little longer than it would have Mama."
"Well you've got plenty of time." Carina sighed and shook her head. "The wedding's not for almost a year. Heck I could probably make it in that time."
"Pfft! In your dreams." Reina retorted to her sister's teasing, knowing she was practically useless at making anything on a sewing machine and that the best she'd managed so far was a few cushion covers that fit far too tightly on the pads she'd made them for.
A few moments of giggling followed then Carlos turned his attention to Hakan and told him that he really had to learn to stop letting Reina's temper and emotional outbursts stop him getting to the root of a problem. That he had to learn to take the bull by the horns and make her talk to him, no matter how much she yelled and requested to be left alone.
"I know and I would have done so earlier if Carlito hadn't had trapped gas. Since before he arrived, Reina has always said his needs and wants must come first, no matter what." Hakan informed, shaking his head at Reina. "At least I managed to get her to tell me what else was bothering her this morning, other than her doubts about Karime's dress."
"I got a call from my doctor last night. I'm pregnant again, Papa, about six weeks. Other than Mama, no-one else knew I thought I was. She was so happy when I told her, I thought she would have told you at least." Reina informed, looking directly at her head shaking father as she said the final bit.
It was all too clear that Barbara-Jean hadn't said a word to Carlos about the possibility of them becoming grandparents again. Everyone knew how she would have expressed her joy about that and that Carlos would have picked up on the fact she hummed while she worked. He would also have known that she'd promised not to say a word and he wouldn't have pushed her to reveal the secret. Hard though it was for Carlos to hear Reina and Hakan's news, he seemed happy to know that Barbara-Jean had been told before she died. He embraced Reina and congratulated the couple first then watched everyone else do so while wiping his eyes.
Those who weren't staying at the villa decided to head back to the hotel an hour or so later, walking once again. Once inside their room, Urs and Franky settled on the bed in their usual positions. Urs thought back in time, trying to remember if he and Franky had ever seen anything of Yara Valasquez and quickly remembered that they had, during the fifth tour. They'd been with Carlos, Barbara-Jean, Sebastien, Emma, David and Lauren when she'd approached, touched Carlos on the face and sneakily slipped a piece of paper into his jacket pocket. That had been screwed up quickly and tossed in the bin while Yara had looked Franky up and down. She'd also asked Franky what she was looking at, called her that foul name then said something after that. Something that Franky had laughed off as they all headed out of the restaurant.
"What are you thinking about?" Urs heard Franky asking and lowered his eyes to meet hers.
"Oh, just remembering back to the fifth tour. When Carlos insisted we had to have dinner at his favourite restaurant."
"Hmmn. That was a good night. Especially since Seb and David got a little bit tipsy on the Sangria."
"Ja, but I wasn't remembering that bit. I was remembering what Yara said to you as we left. You never have told me what that last bit meant."
"She said that I was just jealous because Carlos never wanted me and I had to settle for the one Divo she would never touch, even if her life depended on it."
Urs looked at Franky for a few seconds then closed his eyes once he'd pulled her closer to him. At their ages, they both needed a nap now and again and, since emotions would more than likely be running high again in a couple of hours, it was a good idea that they got forty winks now. That way they would feel a little more refreshed and able to deal with the varying emotional states the rest of their family would be in when they arrived. Urs gave Franky a quick kiss on the forehead, smiled as he began to drift off and remembered the words she'd once said to him.
"As handsome as you are, honey. You are not everyone's cup of tea."
Knowing that was true and only really caring that he was Franky's 'cup of tea', Urs chuckled briefly then quickly fell asleep. They woke a couple of hours later, just half an hour before their children and grandchildren arrived and hugged each of them tight once they were in their suite. Refreshments were ordered and eaten while remembering some of the many good times they'd all shared with Barbara-Jean. Even though they arrived well before 5:00pm, it would be almost midnight before everyone headed to their own rooms to sleep.
The following day, everyone got together to make travel arrangements and hire cars for the funeral. With the hotel being so close to Carlos's home and, therefore, close to Yara's, they were able to see what happened early that afternoon and weren't that surprised to see her being forcibly ejected from the villa. Having not paid the actual owner any rent for over six months and having been warned that she would be evicted that day, it was only reasonable that her landlord had applied to have her removed. Where she went after that, no-one knew. The only things they were sure of were that Reina and Marco had heard another female voice threatening to 'rip her eyes out and feed them to the rats if she so much as glanced in Carlos's direction again' and that she was never seen in or around Madrid ever again. Everyone had their suspicions with regard to who had confronted Yara, though Chelo denied doing so when Carlos asked her if she'd paid a late night visit to the neighbouring home.
Just like Karen's funeral, Barbara-Jean's was a huge affair. There was barely a seat left vacant in the church and those she left behind dealt with having to say goodbye to her with decorum. Urs held Franky's hand throughout the service and saw that she was holding Emma's right hand when he turned back from looking at Sebastien. The Frenchman had his right arm around Emma shoulders, but his left hand was linked with Lauren's right and David had both arms wrapped around her as the final prayer was said. They all stayed like that until the coffin began to move out of the church then split into couples to follow the Marin family around to the plot. Barbara-Jean was laid to rest a few spaces away from her in-laws in a grave big enough for two.
Even though he knew Franky was extremely upset about Barbara-Jean's loss, what really didn't surprise Urs was to see her holding both baby Carloses while their respective parents said a prayer and dropped a yellow rose on top of the coffin. He smiled, nodded and waited patiently for Reina, Hakan, Marco and Cherish to retrieve their children then took hold of Franky's hand and walked back to the car. He drove once again and the two of them were soon at the Marin villa, doing what Barbara-Jean would have wanted them to do. Recalling all the wonderful times they'd enjoyed with their beloved sister.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:20 pm|| |
Such a sad thing losing BJ too and Carlos handled things much better this time..
OHHHHH that YARA really ticks me off and what she said about URS lady you know nothing if that is what you think.. I am glad she was removed and didn't get to intrude on BJ's funeral and the children and Carlos were at peace..
I figured Reina could finish the dress since she learned from the best BJ.
Great piece JJ want more soon..
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sat Oct 27, 2012 2:07 pm|| |
Chapter 206 - Some Things Can't Be Ignored.
"For Gott's sake, Franky. I said I'm sorry. Will you please stop sighing." Urs huffed as he pressed the car's brake and glanced over at her.
"I know you did. I just have a few things on my mind."
"Like what? Don't you like Ursy's new girlfriend?"
"No. Yes, Charlayne is fine."
"Fine?" Urs exclaimed as the car began to move forward again. "She's a lot more than fine."
"So is what I'm wearing."
"Gott! Once again I'm sorry for forgetting that we didn't need to dress up for tonight. I never have liked that colour on you, but it is appropriate."
"I know, I'm sorry, honey." Franky sighed, reaching over to touch the side of his face. "I just can't get my head around the fact she's asked us to join her for dinner tonight. She never has before. Normally it's just her, James, Seb and Emma. There are all sorts of rumours flying around as to why her estate is up for sale."
"I know, I've heard a few of them. If she was seriously ill, Seb and Emma would definitely know about that, they have become very good friends over the years. He wouldn't be able to hide that from us would he?"
"No. Guess we'll find out soon enough."
Urs nodded as he braked again and waited for another vehicle to pass before he turned right into Brandie Ramone's estate. Even he couldn't get his around the reason he and Franky had been asked to join her and her PA for dinner. Even though she always greeted them warmly whenever they ate at 'Ramone's', she'd never done that. Currently there were a lot of rumours circulating as to why she'd put the estate on the market, ranging from the fact she was facing bankruptcy to that she would be dead before the end of the year and needed to sell quickly. That first rumour was complete crap to Urs's way of thinking. 'Ramone's' in town was still as busy as it always had been and you still had to book months in advance to secure a table. It was the same wherever you went in the world if you wanted to dine at the now famous restaurant. You didn't stand a prayer of getting a table if you hadn't booked, no matter what your status was.
That was one thing they'd always liked about the way Brandie insisted her restaurants were run. Everyone on the same footing and to be treated with respect and woe betide any member of staff who forgot that. Four times she'd lost her temper at a maitre d' and had fired him or her for their condescending attitude to less fortunate customers. It was an attitude that had won her a huge amount of respect around the world, even though there were some patrons who didn't like it and were prepared to vocalise their distaste about having to eat amongst the less socially elite.
Shaking his head, Urs parked the car next to Sebastien's and quickly made his way around to Franky's side once he'd gotten out. He offered his hand and frowned once again when he saw the mustard yellow colour of the knee-length dress she'd chosen to wear. He never had liked that colour on her and never would, but despite that, she did look good in it. It certainly fit in all the right places and he could have said she looked better than 'fine' before they'd left the house.
"I'm sorry, honey."
"Nein, I'm sorry. It's not that bad.......really."
"Bloody fibber." Franky huffed a quick laugh then placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "I didn't plan on wearing this one you know?"
"Then why did you?"
"Because the hem's come down on the lilac one I had planned on wearing. I didn't realise that until you were downstairs waiting for me and we would have been late if I'd spent Gott knows how long sewing it back up."
"And I should have let you explain rather than looking disappointed and saying you looked fine." Urs shook his head then rolled it before apologising again.
Franky nodded, held his hand a little tighter then walked by his side to the already open front door. Brandie greeted them as warmly as she always did, led them into the lounge and offered them a drink once they were seated. How long Sebastien and Emma had been there, Urs didn't know but he could tell they were both in a very good mood and Sebastien looked like he was ready for some teasing. The Frenchman swallowed the last of his drink, stood and walked over to where Franky while fishing around in his trouser pocket. He grunted a quick laugh then dropped the key to the Dordogne property back into Franky's hand while giving her a courtly bow.
"Merci, votre Majesté."
"Oh God! You got to talking to Gustave didn't you? He didn't bore you too much did he?" Franky asked, her face flushing bright red and head shaking.
"Non. You're not bothered that we know your little secret?"
"Don't be silly, Seb. I had funny feeling Gustave would say something to you when I gave you the key, especially since most of the village now knows who my whatever times Great-Grandfather was. He's a lot more impressed by that particular part of my ancestry than I am or ever will be."
Noticing that Brandie looked somewhat confused about what was happening in her lounge, Franky quickly handed Urs the key and brought her up to speed as to why he had teased her in such a fashion. Franky shot a giggling Sebastien the look that said she would get him back for teasing her then asked if he and Emma had enjoyed their week in the Dordogne.
"It was wonderful. Such a shame Gustave felt he had to sell the mansion though. It's a stunning place. How disappointed were you when you heard that, Franky?" Emma asked once she'd drained her glass.
"Oh very. While he was telling us, I did think of offering to sell the Chaffee jewellery I own and I would have given him all the money. As soon as Marcel vocalised the same idea, I knew Gustave would refuse, so I kept my mouth shut. Right now though, I have other concerns on my mind." Franky replied, looking directly at Brandie as she finished.
"What? You don't believe those rumours that are going around town do you?" Brandie asked with a huge grin on her face.
"No. I just find it........Just wondering why you've asked us to join you for dinner?"
"Because..........I'll tell you that in a minute. Firstly, I am not seriously ill nor am I facing bankruptcy." Brandie replied with a giggle and a shake of her head. "No. I've decided to take a few steps back from the restaurant business, especially now I've found someone I trust enough to meet my exacting standards. I will still be involved, though not on a day-to-day, provided the person I've selected to be my heir accepts my offer of course."
"You don't mean Marie do you? My........Our Marie?" Sebastien asked when he noticed that Brandie was looking directly at him and Emma as she finished speaking.
"Who else? You know I trust her more than any of my other managers. Business in New York has barely fluctuated since she took over. I don't have any children of my own do I? And no family to speak of. My side disowned me as soon as they found out I was divorcing Marius, I'm certainly not about to give any of them control of what I've worked so hard to build now am I?"
"What? Why would anyone want to disown you?" Franky exclaimed while Sebastien and Emma shook their head.
"Don't worry about that, Franky. I don't. It was only a coupe of cousins and one aunt that disowned me and I never liked them anyway. Neither did my parents. I don't give a damn that they still think I should have stood by Marius, no matter what. Pfft! Finding him with............well you know who........That was the last straw in a very big pile of straws."
"You know what's really puzzled me since you divorced Marius?"
"No, Emma. Tell me."
"Why you didn't go back to your maiden name? It was obvious you'd lost whatever respect you'd ever had for him."
"True." Brandie nodded then began to giggle uncontrollably for a few minutes. "Ahem! Sorry. I kept Marius's surname because it sounded so much better than my maiden name, which was Hooker. I endured enough teasing at school about that, especially when American television shows began appearing on British stations. I wasn't about to go through it again in my business life."
"You never thought of finding someone else?"
"Actually Urs, I've had several relationships since then. A couple of which have led to engagement. The only reason they didn't work out was the fact the men concerned wanted to take control over my business or change the name once we were married. Something they'd both sworn they would not demand prior to placing the ring on my finger. Needless to say they both got the rings back pretty damned quick. I do so hate men who think they can tell a woman what to do just because they've placed a pretty bauble on their finger or they think they're so much smarter. Annoys me no end."
"Me too." Franky nodded in agreement.
"Hey! I have never tried to control you." Urs protested a little louder than he'd intended to.
"I never said you did, did I? Don't you remember that guy that tried to get me to leave you just after we got engaged by offering me a much bigger gem than this......" Franky replied, indicating the ring on her left hand. "......and promising that he would help me make the garage business a nationwide one at the very least."
"Oh, ja. I remember him. Looked at you like you were crazy when you said weren't impressed with the ring, that's not what you wanted to do with the garage and that you would be perfectly happy just to own the original one for the rest of your life. Then four years later he starts his own business and it flops within two because he takes far too profit much out of it. Ja, he reeeeeeeally had a head for business..............Not!" Urs chuckled and rolled his eyes as he finished.
"Frank hasn't taken over yet then?"
"No. Flat out refuses." Urs shook his head in reply to Brandie's question while Franky sighed heavily. "A fact that annoys Franky no end, but considering he's busy learning about the new type of engines at the minute, it's understandable."
"Don't like them do you?" Sebastien asked, knowing that Frank and other motorbike mechanics were having to learn how to repair an engine that wasn't driven by petrol and was much quieter when running. "Either of you?"
"Damn right we don't. You may not like motorbikes Seb, but a hydrogen driven engine is boring in comparison to actually being able to feel the throbbing power of what you're riding."
"Oh my God, Franky!" Emma exclaimed with wide eyes and a gaping mouth before falling into a fit of hysterics that Brandie, Sebastien and Urs quickly joined in with while Franky blushed once she'd rethought what she'd just said.
"Trust you to go there." Franky retorted once everyone had calmed down enough for her voice to be heard. "It's a wonder Seb takes you out in polite company."
"Who do you think taught me?" Emma asked, still giggling and nodding towards a rapidly headshaking Sebastien, his little habit of denying what was actually true.
"So why did you invite Urs and myself tonight, Brandie?" Franky asked again once everyone had recovered from the rapid descent into locker room humour.
"No special reason really. Just thought you both deserved a little treat, considering the year you've had. Those events alone would have driven some couples apart, never mind the gossip that's been going around since March."
"Oh!" Franky sighed quietly and looked at Urs, both of them knowing that was when their sexlife had begun to peak again. "Well you know I don't pay any attention to rumours."
"And neither do I. I don't want to know anything about it, but I think you should know that I actually heard a woman gossiping with her friends and having a good giggle about what's happened. Her friends, however, were not so impressed. In fact a couple of them looked a little upset as they stormed out and I saw the same woman in pharmacy the other day, trying to get a job there. She didn't look happy after being told the man would not employ anyone who gossiped about patients. You do understand what I'm talking about don't you?"
"Of course, Brandie. We don't care about gossip."
"I know, Urs." Brandie nodded. "Just wanted to make you aware of it."
"So, what do you intend doing with yourself once you sell this place and take those 'few steps back' from the business?" Urs asked Brandie though he looked and Sebastien and Emma as he spoke and saw the same look he'd been given when Franky had first been put on the little red pill, for a moment or two anyway. "Shit!" He huffed quietly when he saw that Emma's facial features had changed from the questioning to the wide-eyed, closed lipped one. The one that let Urs know the penny had dropped.
Though he really wanted to let out a string of expletives, Urs kept his mouth shut and squeezed Franky's hand instead. He gave her smile then remembered that she hadn't been very happy when they'd got home from a Christmas shopping trip a couple of days. He knew he hadn't upset her, because whatever had happened to change her mood had happened while he'd been purchasing her present. Then he thought a bit harder and remembered hearing feminine giggling as he, Franky, Sebastien and Emma met up for lunch. He was sure, absolutely positive, that he'd seen the woman from the pharmacy pointing to where Franky and Emma stood paying for their purchases before running away with a couple of other women. That's when Franky's happy mood had changed, though she hadn't said that teasing was the cause of it. She'd shrugged it off as usual.
"Oh that's easy." Brandie began with a smile on her face. I'm going to take some inspiration from Franky."
"Yes you. I'm going to travel world."
"You've travelled the world plenty of times, Brandie. How can I have inspired you to do that?"
"Yes I have but I have never done what you did while going from country to country. I never............'Paused to smell the roses' so to speak. Never took a few moments out of my schedule to enjoy any of the cities I was in. I actually have a list of places I want to visit and it's huge. Beijing is top of that list."
"Oh, you'll love it there." Franky smiled and nodded her head as Emma stood and made her approach.
"Can I talk to you two in private for minute?" She asked quietly once she was standing in front of them both.
Urs and Franky looked at each other, reluctantly nodded then stood and moved to a window well away from the couches.
"Look, you know I don't usually pry or make assumptions but I think I know why that woman was gossiping about you Franky. Are you.......? Have you been prescribed LiboFem?"
"Yes." Franky replied a few moments later, her voice barely above a whisper and her face flushing again though she didn't look as happy as she had a few moments before.
"Hey! Don't be embarrassed. You're not the only one." Emma informed, raising a hand to squeeze the top of Franky's right arm.
"You're on it as well?"
"No, someone very close to me is though. Seb doesn't know and I know he wouldn't want to. I promise I won't say a word, even though he thinks there's been a change in your relationship. He's noticed that you don't flirt with each other in front of us as much as you used to for one and I've noticed that you're behaving much like Er.....she is, Franky."
"Shit! You're right." Urs sighed, knowing that he and Franky spent more time around Sebastien and Emma than the rest of the days.
He thought about all the times they'd met up recently then quickly figured out that most of them had occurred on what he and Franky had taken to calling their 'recovery days'. They did still flirt with each other a lot, just toned it down on those days, therefore, it really was no wonder their French friend thought something had changed in their relationship and looked a little concerned.
"That really doesn't mean much given our ages, Urs and I will reassure Seb that everything is fine between the two of you. What really concerns me is what you're going to do about this woman Franky?"
"There's nothing I can do, apart from ignore her Emma."
"Damn it, Franky! You really can be a knucklehead sometimes. Have you never heard of the Patient Confidentiality Act?"
"Of course I have. I thought it only applied to doctors and nurses."
"No. It applies to the entire medical profession. To pharmacists, their assistants as well as me. Think about it. Think about what gossip I could spread if I wasn't still bound by that Act. You know what some of the guys on the team were like and that I had complete access to their medical records. For once in your life go see your lawyer and teach that........bitch a lesson."
"I think I've just had my butt kicked." Franky informed as Emma turned on her heel and headed back to where Sebastien sat. "What do you think I should do, honey?"
"What you're told for once in your life." Urs replied, looking at Franky sternly before breaking into a smile. "Look, you know what stories hit the headlines about some of the team, cheating, STDs and such but Emma never said a word or gave any other kind of indication they were true did she? I know we don't know that woman's name right now, but I'm sure Derek wouldn't mind giving it to you. Once you have that, you can go from there can't you or your lawyer could at least?"
"Okay. I'll make an appointment in the morning, once I've got her name."
"Good." Urs nodded once then placed a quick but firm kiss on Franky's lips knowing that she had to pick up a prescription in the morning anyway and that Derek Saunders wouldn't ask too many questions before passing on the woman's name.
Hand-in-hand and smiling they walked back to where Brandie, Sebastien and Emma stood waiting and followed them into the dining-room. While they'd been talking James had arrived and apologised for his lateness before explaining the cause of his delay.
"That crazy ex-girlfriend of mine decided it would be a good idea to slash all four of my car's tyres. Luckily the police caught her before she could get out of the car park. I just had to wait for the tyres to be replaced, no way was I leaving my bonny girl behind."
Everyone else nodded, knowing that James's pride and joy was a black 1989 Fiat X1/9, that he'd owned it for twenty years now and that his parents had given it to him as his eighteenth birthday present. They settled comfortably in the dining-room and were soon talking about Brandie's plans in much more detail. Just after the starter, she stood and retrieved her 'Pause To Smell The Roses' list as she'd labelled it and it was huge, covering almost both sides of six A4 sheets of paper. Once the main course had been eaten, Urs and Franky looked at each other, both hoping that dessert would prove to be their personal favourite from 'Ramone's' menu. However, it wasn't Tiramisu or the rich Swiss Chocolate Cheesecake that Urs preferred. Instead everyone was served something neither Urs, Franky, Sebastien or Emma had ever seen on the menu when dining at the restaurant. A Belgian chocolate cake with a hot, still liquid centre served with 'Ramone's homemade vanilla ice-cream.
"Marie's fiddled with the recipe a little, added a dash of Rum to the cake. It gives it a marvellous kick. We've decided to call it 'Fire & Ice' on the menu."
Urs and Franky looked at each other as Brandie picked up her spoon and, following a quick giggle, they too tucked into the decadent dessert. They both knew it was pure coincidence that Brandie and Marie had chosen that name because no-one else in the world knew the petnames they had for each other. An hour or two after the meal finished, Urs and Franky thanked Brandie for the invite and gave her a tight hug before leaving her estate.
"So, what makes you say Charlayne is just 'fine'?" Urs asked Franky while checking that it was safe to turn onto the road that would take them home. "She's more supportive of Ursy than Mervon was you know?"
"I know she is, I just found her a little too.........well........clingy. Ursy thinks so too and is going to have a word with her about it. Would you have liked it if you had gone to the bathroom and found me standing outside the door when you came out, especially if I'd just been before you?"
"Nein, but I didn't see anything like that while we were there. Obviously you did. How many times exactly?"
"Four. Now hurry up and get me home, Ice"
Somehow, Urs managed to drive back to their house without breaking the speed limit and disposed of Franky's dress at lightning speed once they were in the master bedroom. The more they kissed and touched each other the higher the flame inside each of them rose and after spending Gott alone knew how long making love they settled down to sleep in their usual position. Both had huge Cheshire Cat grins on their faces and Urs was looking forward to working off another sumptuous meal after they'd celebrated their wedding anniversary and Franky's sixty-eigth birthday. He drifted off to sleep, knowing those events were just three days away.
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|Subject: Re: In The Arms Of My Angel Sun Oct 28, 2012 4:27 pm|| |
Wow that little red pill must be really something.. I have never heard of it here..
Glad Urs and Franky have it and we have that same thing here.. You can not speak of another person medical history or anything it is against the law..
That lady should be fired and sued..
Glad to see Brandie is doing good and all she wants to do is travel in her retiring years.. Surprise that Sebastien and Emma didn't know that Brandie wanted to leave the restaurants to Marie..
Love that they created a dessert of Fire & Ice even if only Urs and Franky know what it means to them..
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In The Arms Of My Angel