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Holding On
(Part 2)
The smell of Thornton's morning breath right beside her face, woke Morgana up early.
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Part of her wanted to jump immediately out of bed to get away from the stench, but another part made her stay and stare at her husband in his deep sleep state, with a whirlwind of emotions flying all around her. Gently she stroked his hair and tried to hold back the tears. For a small moment, everything felt wonderful, just like before. No, she thought, I can't do this right now. She rolled onto her other side and sat up.
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Glancing out the window and then at the clock, it was an hour earlier than she planned on waking up, but figured that would give her plenty of time to bathe and get ready for the day. She turned off her alarm, stood up and headed for her own, private bathroom.
You'll get through this Morgana, she encouraged herself, just like you have with everything else that's gone wrong in your life. You just gotta keep on living. You can do it! It will all be ok....... I hope.
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Sam woke with an insane amount of light shining on his face. He shifted in the bed a bit and wondered why on earth those enormous windows at the front of the room didn't have blinds? Sure it was a gorgeous view of the ocean and lighthouse, but quite the rude awakening. As he sat himself up he felt a bit of a chill. He looked down to find he was shirtless. For a quick second he got nervous, but then noticed his pajama shirt lying on the floor by the bed. Odd, he thought. The only thing he could figure was he got hot in the middle of the night and somehow pulled his shirt off in his sleep. Given Morgana's current snubbing towards him it was highly doubtful she pulled his shirt off.
As he stood from the bed, stretched and began heading towards his dresser, he saw Morgana coming out of the bathroom from the corner of his eye. He faced her and innately said, "Hi."
"Hey," Morgana surprised him by saying. She stepped closer to him. They both stared into each other's eyes in silence, until Morgana's dropped down to his chest. "Since when do you sleep without a shirt on?"
Sam's cheeks grew a little red. "Well, uh," he began, "I felt a little hot last night and I guess I pulled it off." He shrugged.
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Morgana continued to stare at his chest. She raised her arm a bit and stroked his peck with her forefingers for a moment, sending chills down Sam's spine. "I can't remember the last time I've seen you shirtless," Morgana said, then she frowned, lowered her hand and looked away.
"What?" Sam asked lightly.
"Nothing," Morgana answered quickly, "I need to be going."
"Wait," Sam beckoned, "Do you think we could just...talk for a bit?"
Morgana glanced at her watch. "Not now Thornton. I'm going to be late."
"Oh, for work?" She's not in her scrubs...
"No, I'm meeting with my girlfriends to run some errands together. It's my day off remember?"
"Right..."
Heading for the door Morgana turned and added, "You however DO have work so you best be getting ready before you're late. Bye!"
And with that, she was gone.
Sam sighed. The clock told him he had just a half hour to get ready. He didn't recall his alarm going off, but then again with those windows who needed one? As he put on his usual work suit, which he honestly thought looked hideous, he couldn't help thinking he was forgetting something. Yes! He needed to call for a Butler!
It was important that this Butler showed up today. Sam wasn't sure how he was going to make that happen, but he figured with a home like his, on a beach front property, Thornton had to have been a man of importance in town. He dialed the number Al gave him,
https://s20.postimg.cc/qi9mabzrh/SBSV_making_call_1.jpg
I love my photographic memory, and somewhat demanded that a Butler begin his/her employment starting today!
https://s20.postimg.cc/6c64bg43x/SBSV_making_call_2.jpg
"Whatever you say, Mr. Wolff" the voice on the other line said. "We'll dispatch Mr. Potter immediately."
Sam smiled. "Thanks," he said, in more sincerity than that person will ever know and hung up. He needed to finish getting ready for work.
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When Sam got home from work that day, he sighed knowing he had to face reality again. This unfortunate reality of his. He immediately headed for the nearest couch, plopped himself down and leaned back with his arm resting on his forehead; STILL trying to figure out how he was going to fix things with Morgana. Why is this so hard? he asked himself in frustration, I've been in MUCH worse situations than this and was able to take care of it in no time. There was an idea that popped into his thoughts the day before, but he brushed it off thinking there had to be a better one. Now the thought returned and usually that meant he needed to act on it.
Suddenly, he heard a thump from upstairs. Glancing up at the ceiling he reminded himself that Morgana wasn't home yet. Could it have been the Butler? He sure hoped so. He didn't hesitate making his way up there to find out.
As he entered the spacious study room, the Butler had been dusting the computer desk. Sam let out a breath of relief and it appeared the Butler heard him because he turned and greeted, "Oh good day sir." He placed his duster down on the desk and approached Sam with his hands resting behind his back. "Daryll Potter at your service sir."
https://s20.postimg.cc/avv4od39p/SBSV_4.jpg
"S--Thornton Wolff," Sam greeted in return. "I'm glad to see you here."
The Butler nodded. "Is there anything I can do for you sir?"
"No...I just heard a noise from downstairs and wanted to see what it was."
"My apologies sir..."
"Oh it really wasn't a problem," Sam assured, "I'm sorry to have interrupted." He turned for the stairs again.
"Sir?" The Butler called back. Sam turned. "You appear...stressed."
Sam's eyebrows shot up. Wow, this guy sure is intuitive. He stepped closer to the Butler while responding, "Yes...there's been a bit of a weight on my mind as of late."
The Butler closed his eyes and nodded again. "I have just the solution sir. Please, turn around."
Hesitating to do so for fear of what this guy had in mind,
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Sam found the Butler begin to massage his shoulders. Honestly, it felt incredible.
https://s20.postimg.cc/nxgte7rnx/SBSV_2.jpg
After a couple of minutes of that, the Butler asked, "Feeling better sir?"
Oh yes! Sam thought, but he certainly didn't verbalize it in that way. "Yes, Mr. Potter, thank you," he answered and stepped away for a bit to stretch. "That's actually just what I needed."
"Oh my!" Sam heard Al's voice say from the corner of the room. There was a bright grin on the hologram's face with a cigar sticking out of his mouth as usual. Sam glared at him. If only he could say something in return without looking like an insane person.
"Sure thing sir," the Butler said, "If you do wish to share your troubles with me, I am all ears and hopefully I can provide you with some helpful advice."
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"Man...," Al moaned in the background, "I sure was hoping your Butler would be a woman Sam..."
Sam rolled his eyes and turned toward the Butler. "Well actually, I could use some helpful advice on how to figure this one out."
"Hey!" Al exclaimed, holding his palms up toward the ceiling. There was a hint of offense in his voice.
"To tell you the truth," Sam began, "the Misses and I haven't really been speaking to each other the past few days."
The Butler nodded while Al folded his arms disconcertedly.
"We had a disagreement and," Sam paused, "It would appear that...we don't know each other as well as we thought we did."
"You're newlyweds?" The Butler asked.
Sam nodded. "I mean, I think I have an idea on how to make everything better, but...what might you suggest?"
"I guess I'm not needed here," Al said while pushing a few buttons on the Handlink, revealing the door to the Imaging Chamber, stepping inside and then the door closing. All the while the Butler offered his thoughts and advice to Sam.
https://s20.postimg.cc/j5blgimdp/SBSV_8.jpg
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To be continued. :)
I'm really looking forward to sharing the final part of it with you all. :)
(Part 2)
The smell of Thornton's morning breath right beside her face, woke Morgana up early.
https://s20.postimg.cc/kliikwzwt/SB_Morgana_2.jpg
Part of her wanted to jump immediately out of bed to get away from the stench, but another part made her stay and stare at her husband in his deep sleep state, with a whirlwind of emotions flying all around her. Gently she stroked his hair and tried to hold back the tears. For a small moment, everything felt wonderful, just like before. No, she thought, I can't do this right now. She rolled onto her other side and sat up.
https://s20.postimg.cc/x1f8ent8t/SB_Morgana_3.jpg
Glancing out the window and then at the clock, it was an hour earlier than she planned on waking up, but figured that would give her plenty of time to bathe and get ready for the day. She turned off her alarm, stood up and headed for her own, private bathroom.
You'll get through this Morgana, she encouraged herself, just like you have with everything else that's gone wrong in your life. You just gotta keep on living. You can do it! It will all be ok....... I hope.
*****************
Sam woke with an insane amount of light shining on his face. He shifted in the bed a bit and wondered why on earth those enormous windows at the front of the room didn't have blinds? Sure it was a gorgeous view of the ocean and lighthouse, but quite the rude awakening. As he sat himself up he felt a bit of a chill. He looked down to find he was shirtless. For a quick second he got nervous, but then noticed his pajama shirt lying on the floor by the bed. Odd, he thought. The only thing he could figure was he got hot in the middle of the night and somehow pulled his shirt off in his sleep. Given Morgana's current snubbing towards him it was highly doubtful she pulled his shirt off.
As he stood from the bed, stretched and began heading towards his dresser, he saw Morgana coming out of the bathroom from the corner of his eye. He faced her and innately said, "Hi."
"Hey," Morgana surprised him by saying. She stepped closer to him. They both stared into each other's eyes in silence, until Morgana's dropped down to his chest. "Since when do you sleep without a shirt on?"
Sam's cheeks grew a little red. "Well, uh," he began, "I felt a little hot last night and I guess I pulled it off." He shrugged.
https://s20.postimg.cc/qp034tq6l/SB_Morgana_5.jpg
Morgana continued to stare at his chest. She raised her arm a bit and stroked his peck with her forefingers for a moment, sending chills down Sam's spine. "I can't remember the last time I've seen you shirtless," Morgana said, then she frowned, lowered her hand and looked away.
"What?" Sam asked lightly.
"Nothing," Morgana answered quickly, "I need to be going."
"Wait," Sam beckoned, "Do you think we could just...talk for a bit?"
Morgana glanced at her watch. "Not now Thornton. I'm going to be late."
"Oh, for work?" She's not in her scrubs...
"No, I'm meeting with my girlfriends to run some errands together. It's my day off remember?"
"Right..."
Heading for the door Morgana turned and added, "You however DO have work so you best be getting ready before you're late. Bye!"
And with that, she was gone.
Sam sighed. The clock told him he had just a half hour to get ready. He didn't recall his alarm going off, but then again with those windows who needed one? As he put on his usual work suit, which he honestly thought looked hideous, he couldn't help thinking he was forgetting something. Yes! He needed to call for a Butler!
It was important that this Butler showed up today. Sam wasn't sure how he was going to make that happen, but he figured with a home like his, on a beach front property, Thornton had to have been a man of importance in town. He dialed the number Al gave him,
https://s20.postimg.cc/qi9mabzrh/SBSV_making_call_1.jpg
I love my photographic memory, and somewhat demanded that a Butler begin his/her employment starting today!
https://s20.postimg.cc/6c64bg43x/SBSV_making_call_2.jpg
"Whatever you say, Mr. Wolff" the voice on the other line said. "We'll dispatch Mr. Potter immediately."
Sam smiled. "Thanks," he said, in more sincerity than that person will ever know and hung up. He needed to finish getting ready for work.
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When Sam got home from work that day, he sighed knowing he had to face reality again. This unfortunate reality of his. He immediately headed for the nearest couch, plopped himself down and leaned back with his arm resting on his forehead; STILL trying to figure out how he was going to fix things with Morgana. Why is this so hard? he asked himself in frustration, I've been in MUCH worse situations than this and was able to take care of it in no time. There was an idea that popped into his thoughts the day before, but he brushed it off thinking there had to be a better one. Now the thought returned and usually that meant he needed to act on it.
Suddenly, he heard a thump from upstairs. Glancing up at the ceiling he reminded himself that Morgana wasn't home yet. Could it have been the Butler? He sure hoped so. He didn't hesitate making his way up there to find out.
As he entered the spacious study room, the Butler had been dusting the computer desk. Sam let out a breath of relief and it appeared the Butler heard him because he turned and greeted, "Oh good day sir." He placed his duster down on the desk and approached Sam with his hands resting behind his back. "Daryll Potter at your service sir."
https://s20.postimg.cc/avv4od39p/SBSV_4.jpg
"S--Thornton Wolff," Sam greeted in return. "I'm glad to see you here."
The Butler nodded. "Is there anything I can do for you sir?"
"No...I just heard a noise from downstairs and wanted to see what it was."
"My apologies sir..."
"Oh it really wasn't a problem," Sam assured, "I'm sorry to have interrupted." He turned for the stairs again.
"Sir?" The Butler called back. Sam turned. "You appear...stressed."
Sam's eyebrows shot up. Wow, this guy sure is intuitive. He stepped closer to the Butler while responding, "Yes...there's been a bit of a weight on my mind as of late."
The Butler closed his eyes and nodded again. "I have just the solution sir. Please, turn around."
Hesitating to do so for fear of what this guy had in mind,
https://s20.postimg.cc/girhlu5sd/SBSV_3.jpg
Sam found the Butler begin to massage his shoulders. Honestly, it felt incredible.
https://s20.postimg.cc/nxgte7rnx/SBSV_2.jpg
After a couple of minutes of that, the Butler asked, "Feeling better sir?"
Oh yes! Sam thought, but he certainly didn't verbalize it in that way. "Yes, Mr. Potter, thank you," he answered and stepped away for a bit to stretch. "That's actually just what I needed."
"Oh my!" Sam heard Al's voice say from the corner of the room. There was a bright grin on the hologram's face with a cigar sticking out of his mouth as usual. Sam glared at him. If only he could say something in return without looking like an insane person.
"Sure thing sir," the Butler said, "If you do wish to share your troubles with me, I am all ears and hopefully I can provide you with some helpful advice."
https://s20.postimg.cc/gsz056kel/SBSV_1.jpg
"Man...," Al moaned in the background, "I sure was hoping your Butler would be a woman Sam..."
Sam rolled his eyes and turned toward the Butler. "Well actually, I could use some helpful advice on how to figure this one out."
"Hey!" Al exclaimed, holding his palms up toward the ceiling. There was a hint of offense in his voice.
"To tell you the truth," Sam began, "the Misses and I haven't really been speaking to each other the past few days."
The Butler nodded while Al folded his arms disconcertedly.
"We had a disagreement and," Sam paused, "It would appear that...we don't know each other as well as we thought we did."
"You're newlyweds?" The Butler asked.
Sam nodded. "I mean, I think I have an idea on how to make everything better, but...what might you suggest?"
"I guess I'm not needed here," Al said while pushing a few buttons on the Handlink, revealing the door to the Imaging Chamber, stepping inside and then the door closing. All the while the Butler offered his thoughts and advice to Sam.
https://s20.postimg.cc/j5blgimdp/SBSV_8.jpg
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To be continued. :)
I'm really looking forward to sharing the final part of it with you all. :)
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