Blog-a-thon 2008

Blog-a-thon ’08: Welcome Home [7]

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This an ongoing story that I’m posting over the next several hours. Though I have an idea what I want to write, it’s not written – so this story will be rough, really rough, but I thrive on this impromptu stuff so … there you go. 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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Welcome Home

“Hey Jessie,” Alecia said and offered a wan smile to the petite, attractive blonde woman walking toward them.

Margie’s back immediately stiffened and her face lost all expression. Alecia quickly looked at mother-in-law to gauge her reaction and noticed her eyes were hard and her mouth was set into a grim line.

This wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“Hi Alecia,” Jessie said. She walked right up to them, stuck her face into Lisa’s face and said in a large and robust tone of voice, “Hey there, squirt. How’s my favorite niece?”

For such a small person, Jessie possessed a big voice and could startle you with its abruptness.

Lisa’s head bumped into Alecia’s shoulder as she pulled back in surprise. She blinked at Jessie for several long seconds before her lower lip began to quiver and large tears formed in the baby’s eyes.

Alecia inwardly groaned and braced herself. She wasn’t disappointed.

Lisa opened her small, red mouth and let loose an ear-splitting wail. The steady airport hum of activity suddenly stopped and several people turned their heads to stare at Alecia and her baby.

Alecia kissed Lisa’s temple. “It’s all right, baby. It’s just Aunt Jessie. She has come to say hello.”

“Wow!” Jessie said with a tilt to her head. “That kid has got some major lungs there.”

Yeah, sort of like you, thought Alecia, but she didn’t dare voice her thoughts. She continued to ignore Jessie and directed all of her attention to soothing her little girl.

Jessie side-stepped away from Alecia and approached Margie.

“Margie.” She said, her voice hard and borderline rude.

Margie met her open hostility and raised her superior attitude with a brusque nod of acknowledgement.

Lisa’s cries continued to echo off the airport walls. People walking by gave them a wide berth and Alecia endured several irritated looks. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought she heard one woman hiss as she walked by, “can’t people control their kids nowadays! Sheesh!”

Alecia blushed and walked to her diaper bag. Balancing Lisa on one hip, she leaned forward to pull a soft pink blankie from the interior. She held the blanket up to Lisa’s face and gently stroked her cheek. She continued murmuring sweet nonsense into her daughter’s ear.

Lisa’s pudgy little hand snatched at the blanket and her cries degenerated into pathetic whimpers. Two fat tears slid slowly down her smooth cheeks.

“Here. Let me take her,” Margie said beside her. “We could both use some fresh air.”

Alecia allowed her mother-in-law to take the baby from her and just caught the malicious look she directed toward Jessie. Alecia shivered and was glad she wasn’t on the receiving end of that look.

The young women watched the older lady carry the baby away before turning back to each other.

“God, how can you stand that witch?” Jessie said.

“She’s actually really nice, Jessie.”

She snorted. “Yeah, maybe to her reflection.” She shot her mother-in-law another hateful look before turning back to Alecia. “Lisa doesn’t like me very much, does she. She’s always crying when I’m around.”

“I … uh … think she doesn’t know how to take you, yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t … get in a baby’s face like that and talk so loudly.”

“I was loud?” Jessie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Just a bit.” Alecia smiled to take the sting out of her words. “What are you doing here, Jessie? I thought …” she paused, a thought occurring to her. “Are you two getting back together! I know you’ve been separated for a little while …”

“Uh, no.” Jessie shuffled her feet nervously. “Actually, I’m here to serve him divorce papers.”

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