Missing PieceA Chapter by TKBickel
Wrapping his arms around her, wafer-thin air returned back in his lungs. “God…Sammie…How did…you do that?”
Lying in the wake of peace and satisfaction, she noticed the change. Besides the reawakening of the heighten senses, surge of energy and hunger. The hole in her was…gone. Sam let go as she shifted to hover over his face. Placing a hand on the side of it, she intensely studied and searched his rather vivid blue eyes. It was you. You’re the missing piece.
This wasn’t the reaction he expected and preceded to freak out when a tear slid down her flushed cheek and landed on his. Oh God you big baboon what the hell have you done to her now! Sam quickly wiped her tear tail away with his thumb and grabbed her face. “Sammie, what is it? Talk to me.”
She whispered. “You know that hole I could feel in me…that I told you about?”
A distressed feeling grab a hold, “Yes.”
“I now know what it is.” A smile played at her lips. “It was you…You were the missing key.” Sam looked confused. “Basically in quoting a sappy cliché…You complete me.” She leaned down and softly kissed his lips. I will never again shut you out. Pulling back up, a big smile possessed her face. They laughed over the sappy cliché.
Now you idiot, now’s the time! Tell her you love her…That you always have and always will. He pumped up the courage, “Sammie.”
Mick hit the doorway with a white knuckled grip on the door jam to hold himself up. A growl of, “Sam,” rumbled out of him.
A startled Sam and Samantha looked wide eyed at each other like school kids caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing. Samantha whispered. “Oh hell Sam, I think I just got us in trouble again.”
There was no way he was going to let her think she was to blame and whispered back. “Here’s a cliché for you. It takes two to tango.” She quickly covered her mouth to muffle a little giggle. Sam spoke up. “What’s up?”
He forced the words out nicely. “Would you please come out. I would like to have a…chat with you.” Mick flipped around and leaned back on the outside wall by the door, hoping to stay on his feet. On the phone with Max in the house, this intense feeling wiped him out, leaving his sprawled across the floor. He managed to tell Max he was fine and will call her back later. While lying on the floor trying to figure out what the hell happen, all he could think was…rabbits.
Samantha’s hunger tapped at her inters. “I want ice cream. Is Donavan’s Freeze still in business?”
He was feeling a bit hungry himself and could go for some ice cream too, “Of course.”
She jumped up. “Good, I want to go in Cricket,” and tossed a rag to Sam that was lying on Baby’s freshly polished olive green hood. “Holler if you need help.” She snatched up her boots and headed for the door.
Taking two gliding steps pass the door, she paused and twisted on her toes to Mick while hugging her boots. “Mick, I am sorry for the burden I have caused you…and I do appreciate everything you have done for me…Thank you.”
Mick stopped wallowing within himself and took a minute to actually see Samantha. She looked older. She looked like…Jolene. “Samantha, that’s what family is for…You are family and always will be family.”
She stepped up to Mick and kissed his cheek. With a soft, “Thank you,” she turned back to the house and moved in a silently grace down the sidewalk. Touching his tingly cheek, he watched her disappear into the house. Giving in, he slid down the wall to the ground and tried to control the crazy beat of his heart.
Sam came out and found Mick sitting on the ground, so he joined him. Resting back on the garage, he waited for the verbal beating, but it never came. “I take it that was Max that called.”
Sam glanced sideways at him. “Anything interesting going on?”
Eyeing him back, “We might have a good lead…in
Ok, that’s a surprise. “Really…
“That’s right. I need to call Max back. Our conversation was interrupted…In fact I ended up flat on the floor.”
He had no idea what to say. “Really?”
Mick became agitated. “Is that all you can say?”
“No…How about interesting?”
He was now back to growling again. “Sam!”
“You two,” while pointing to the house and then at Sam, “seemed to have dragged me into your funky connection thing.”
Sam took a minute to think about it. “She must have tuned you in at the house on the water.”
Ok, that makes sense. “Well do you think you two could control yourselves until we can fix this?”
Ouch, that’s a tall request. “We’ll try but it seems to be something that just happens.”
Mick noticed the pink material in Sam’s hand. “I really don’t mean to pull the big brother card on you but I guessing that you aren’t being to careful.”
Sam had to interrupt. “Whoa, wait a minute…First I think we are approaching an awkward line.” Now how do I always seem to get myself into these situations? Birth control lecture from big bro, what next? “I will admit there wasn’t much thought of it at the beginning…The thing is,” Damn it! Here I go again spilling her personal secrets she’s trusted me with. “Ok let me just get to the main point. She found out she can’t have kids.”
Man I hate no knowing what is going on. “And when did this come about?”
Sam lean his head back on the wall and looked up at the fluffy white clouds floating by in the blue sky. He gave Mick the short version of what happen to Samantha after she left here and rounded it off with how she found out her insides was charcoal.
“Jesus Sam,” fingers trailed through the spikes of his hair. “She has to be the strongest person I’ve ever known…I don’t think I could have bounced back from insanity as many times she has faced it.”
“It either makes you or breaks you…Thank God it hasn’t broken her…That’s our job now, to make sure she doesn’t break. In fact it’s to make sure none of us break.” Sam jumped up and dusted his butt off. “We are going to Donavan’s Freeze in Cricket. You should have plenty of time to catch up with Max. Let’s have your briefing in the morning.” As he headed to the house, Sam paused and did a roundabout back to Mick, flashing a grin. “We’ll do our best to behave ourselves.”
Mick shot a sarcastic grin back. “That comforting to know."
Sam laughed as he stuffed the pink material in his pocket and jogged into the house.
© 2012 TKBickel
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