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Mar 30, 2012 3:24:58 GMT -5
Post by felineflash on Mar 30, 2012 3:24:58 GMT -5
OK, it's early, but the time has come. I'm posting the last of the stockpile tonight, and the newest chapter, so that I can see what y'all think of now vs. then before I have to post again. So, happy early Saturday posts!
Chapter 118 - Classy
Chloe found Philip at the dining room table with his coffee and the newspaper the next morning. He lowered the paper and looked over the top, “Morning. You want to just get breakfast at the pub later?”
“They arrested the mayor’s killer?” Chloe asked in reference to the screaming headline facing her.
“Sometime yesterday, yeah.”
“So that means Sami’s…”
“Coming home,” Philip nodded, setting the paper aside. “Yeah, Lucas left me a long voicemail about it. I guess she’s going to stay with him at the Horton cabin. And Will’s coming home, too. In fact,” he checked his watch, “Will’s probably already here, unless his flight was delayed. God knows when Sami’s going to make her grand entrance.”
“Big as a house, no doubt,” Chloe said under her breath.
“Yeah…it’s going to be an interesting Christmas,” Philip grinned. “I gotta go. Do you want to meet up for breakfast later?”
“I thought I was coming with you,” Chloe looked at him quizzically. “I’m ready,” she pointed out.
“You know I’m going to see my mom after if I can, right?”
“Yes, Philip, I realize that,” she smiled, “I can occupy myself while you visit. I don’t have to be stuck to you like glue, you know.”
“But I like it when you are,” he nuzzled her ear mischievously as he rose. “Let’s go, then.”
They rode to the hospital in comfortable silence, and, as usual, Kayla saw Philip almost immediately. Chloe had just finished flipping through a gossip magazine when he strode triumphantly into the waiting room. “All clear. Let’s get out of here,” he winked.
“I thought you wanted to see your mom,” Chloe said breathlessly as he pulled her through the hospital corridors towards the elevator bank.
“I do. But she’s on the eighth floor. And there’s something else I want to do first,” he smiled as he punched the up button. The doors slid open and he pulled her inside, mumbling “Come on, close. Close!”
“What?”
“These damn doors need to close,” he told her as they slid shut, “there. Now,” he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. “Should I pull the emergency brake?” He whispered when they broke.
“Philip,” she warned.
“OK, OK,” he laughed, kissing her again as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. As they stepped out, he looked at her sheepishly, “Do you want to come with me?”
She gave him a look, then said, “You know the answer to that. Besides, you want to spend time with her alone. I know that. I’ll just grab a coffee and wander around. I’ll be fine. Just text me when you’re done with your visit.”
Philip knocked once before striding into Kate’s room, only to be greeted by the sight of Daniel and her oncologist on either side of her bed and her wrapping up a phone call. She looks better today, though…what’s everyone doing in here?
“Sweetie!” Kate exclaimed as she hung up the phone and held out her arms.
He rushed into her embrace, clinging to her tightly. “What’s going on, Mom?” He asked hesitantly.
“Glad you’re here, Philip. We were just discussing the arrangements,” Daniel nodded.
Philip fought to croak the word past the lump in his throat, “Arrangements?”
“I just got off the phone with your father. Everything’s set,” Kate sighed contently.
“What’s set?” He asked, his voice rising in fear. No. Not now. She looks so good today. Not now.
“Relax, Mr. Kiriakis,” Dr. Hahn said, realizing what Philip was thinking, “we’ve just been talking about how your mother’s doing so well that we think she should be able to go home for a couple of weeks over the holidays. She’ll have to come back here the first week of January for more treatment, but we’re pretty confident that she’ll be well enough for a couple of weeks away from here,” he smiled.
“Really?” Philip looked at Kate, who nodded and smiled. “Oh, Mom…” He hugged her tight as the two doctors said their goodbyes and left them to catch up. They talked excitedly about the holidays and Will’s homecoming, asked each other how they were feeling and avoided any subjects that might cause friction, with Kate only remarking that Victor had informed her that Philip and Chloe had reconciled and Philip happily acknowledging the fact. After a half an hour, Philip’s stomach grumbled audibly as a nurse came in and apologetically explained that Ms. Roberts needed to get some tests done.
“It’s OK, Angela, my son needs to eat something anyway,” Kate laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Go get some breakfast.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?” Philip returned the kiss and left the room, texting Chloe as he walked down the hall.
“Hey,” Chloe greeted him as he turned a corner, “is that me you’re texting?”
“It is,” he smiled as he hugged her, “my mom’s coming home for the holidays.”
“Oh, Philip, that’s wonderful!” She exclaimed. Oh, boy. Double oh, boy. She gave a cautious smile to Pete, who was grinning as he came up to them.
“Philip, Chloe, good to see you two. Glad to see you’re doing better, Philip,” Pete greeted them.
“How you doing, Pete? Did the pub start delivering?” Philip shook his hand.
“Just to special customers. I’m bringing some food to one of Mrs. Brady’s friends who’s recovering from surgery. How’s your mom?”
“Doing great. Thanks for asking,” Philip answered.
“Well, good seeing you two. And Chloe, always a pleasure,” Pete smiled.
“Thanks, Pete,” Chloe murmured, the color rising in her cheeks.
As they got into the elevator, Philip stared at Chloe. “OK, what’s up with Pete? Why are you acting all weird?” She shifted uncomfortably as he asked, “Chloe?”
“I kissed him,” she blurted. “When we were broken up,” she continued hurriedly, “that first night, I went out with Nicole and she got me drunk and I kissed Pete. I’m…it…”
“What?!” Philip exclaimed amusedly, “you kissed Pete? You like, made out with him?”
“I’m…yes,” she admitted shamefully, “I made out with him. But only for a few minutes.” Philip burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” She demanded.
“You made out with Pete. I always thought he played for the other team for some reason,” he laughed.
“Well, he doesn’t,” Chloe stated.
“Too bad you’re taken,” he replied as he pulled her out of the open elevator doors, through the corridors and the parking garage and to the car. He beeped the doors unlocked and held hers open for her, then rushed over to his side and got in. “Finally,” he grinned, leaning into her with another passionate kiss, “do me like you did Pete,” he whispered wickedly.
“Shut up,” she giggled as they kissed again. In seconds, Philip pulled her on top of him in his seat and pulled the lever, leaning it back. “Philip, we’re in a parking garage.”
“Shush. We’re making out,” he told her as his hands slid up the back of her shirt and his mouth caught hers. He’d just unhooked her bra when the his door opened, startling them both. They turned to see Lucas and Will standing beside the car.
“Classy,” Will nodded. “Hey, Uncle Philip. What’s up?” He grinned.
Chapter 119 - Homecomings
“Woah, sorry man,” Lucas shrugged. “We just pulled up and saw your car, and then I saw it rocking, and I thought maybe you were in here having a seizure or something.”
“A seizure?” Philip asked.
“Hey, you never know.”
“Hey, Will, welcome home,” Philip said to Will, who was staring at his feet, flushed. They gave each other quick hugs and Will exchanged hellos with Chloe. “You’re here to see Mom?”
“Yeah. Will wanted to see her before the jet lag kicks in. Have you been?”
“Guess you haven’t heard, then…I just left her. They’re going to let her come home for the holidays,” Philip grinned.
“Serious? Man, that’s great!” Lucas hugged Philip excitedly.
“She’ll have to come back here after the first, but she’ll be home for Christmas and New Year’s. So you two will definitely be at Christmas dinner, right?”
“Well…” Lucas stammered.
“I’m sure they’d like to spend time with Sami, Philip,” Chloe said quietly.
“Oh, of course. She’s invited as well, of course.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Lucas replied, cutting his eyes towards Will.
“Dad, I’m not 5. I’m aware that Mom’s pregnant, you know,” Will sighed as Lucas’ phone rang. He excused himself and walked a few feet away to take the call. “My dad’s a dork,” Will stated.
“Don’t be so hard on him. Things have been rough,” Philip said, leaning against the car as the wind whipped through the open parking garage. “Guess you haven’t seen your mom yet?”
“Not yet. Dad’s picking her up at five. Hey, sorry for…uh…interrupting you guys. Sorry, Chloe.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Chloe smiled.
“So you guys saw my grandmother?”
“Philip did,” Chloe told him as Lucas rejoined them.
“Will’s been worried about how she looks, huh, buddy?” Lucas informed them as Will’s face flamed red.
Philip laid a reassuring hand on Will’s shoulder, “She looks great. She really does.”
“Yeah, and your Uncle Philip hasn’t seen her in, what, a couple of weeks? Since he was sick and all. So take his word for it,” Lucas told Will.
Will refrained from rolling his eyes at his father, and asked Philip, “So…no tubes or anything? No machines and stuff?”
“No tubes, no machines,” Philip reassured Will. “She’s a little pale, but other than that, she looks great. Good enough to be coming home for a little while. And I know she can’t wait to see you,” he grinned.
“Yeah, it’s a big day for you, huh, buddy? Transcontinental plane trip, seeing your grandmother, seeing your mom,” Lucas rambled.
This time Will didn’t refrain from rolling his eyes, and Chloe stifled a giggle. “Dork,” Will mumbled under his breath.
“We’d better get going,” Lucas announced. “Maybe we’ll hook up for dinner, depending on when this big guy gets tired.”
“Right, Dad,” Will grumbled.
They all exchanged their goodbyes and Philip and Chloe got back in the car. “Lucas has a problem,” Philip laughed as he turned the key.
“What’s that?” Chloe asked, buckling her seatbelt.
“Will grew up and he didn’t notice,” Philip chuckled as he backed out of the parking space and they set off on their way.
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Chapter 120 – What?
As they headed towards the pub, Chloe's phone rang. "Lucas wants to know if we'll join him and Will and Marlena for dinner at the pub at 7," she told Philip.
"Great idea," he replied, smiling, "besides, I think I'm in the mood to make breakfast. And more," he said mischievously.
"Ooh, I think I like that idea," Chloe agreed. Within a few minutes, they were pulling into the Kiriakis drive. "Hmm. What is Mickey Horton's Cadillac doing here?"
"Good question, since he's dead."
"Maybe Henderson bought it?" Chloe questioned.
"Why would Henderson trade in a perfectly good, new Volvo for a dead man's Cadillac? Besides, Henderson always parks in the garage," Philip said as they got out of the car and entered the house. The door to Victor's office was closed, but they could just make out the sounds of him and a female speaking. "Guess that's the answer. Maggie must have finally sold it. Now, time for you and me to work up an appetite," he pulled her up the stairs and to his room, where it didn't take long for the two of them to literally fling their clothes off, kissing each other deeply as if for the first time.
"I love your mouth," Chloe gasped as they finally separated.
"You love my mouth?"
"Yep. Even when dumb words come out of it," she replied, drawing him into another kiss.
"I love yours, too," Philip told her as he moved her towards the bed and gently pushed her down. "And I love this," he said as he kissed her stomach, "and this," he nibbled her left breast," but I have a certain soft spot for this," he nibbled her right breast.
"Really? Why is it so special?" she asked as she caressed his abdomen.
"I don't know, it may be this freckle right here," he flicked his tongue on her skin.
"You know what I love?" Chloe grinned, heading south.
"Ohhhh...yes...that's definitely...ohhh..” Philip groaned.
Chloe sat back up and smiled devilishly at him. Catching his breath, he rolled on top of her. “You know what I think?”
“What do you think, Mr. Kiriakis?”
“I think that we’re dirty tramps,” he told her, lifting her from the bed, “and we need a shower.”
“A shower, huh?” She asked as they moved as one towards the bathroom.
“A shower. A long,” he kissed her, “hot,” he nibbled her neck, “shower. And when we’re clean…”
“Will we ever be clean, when we’re so dirty?”
“Clean enough,” he muttered against her shoulder, “when we’re clean we can have a champagne brunch in the atrium. Just you,” more nibbles as he turned the water on, “and me.”
“I like the way you think, Mr. Kiriakis,” Chloe giggled in a Marilyn Monroe voice, “I just love champagne brunches,” and with that, he guided her into the shower, stopping only to take care of the business of dealing with the prosthetic.
After they emerged from the shower, having sudsed each other up, washed each other’s hair and a few other things, dried each other off and gotten dressed, Chloe was drying her hair when Philip announced that he was going downstairs to tell Cook and Henderson to set the atrium up for their brunch. “Meet you there, stranger?”
“Only if you promise the best champagne,” Chloe teased.
“Nothing but the best for my girl,” he laughed as he left the room.
Just as he was passing Victor’s office door, it opened, and Victor and Melanie stepped out into the foyer, chatting like best friends. “Philip. Hi,” Melanie said quietly.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Philip asked curtly.
“Melanie ran into a stroke of luck,” his father informed him. “Seems her father’s last bet actually paid off, in a big way.”
“Yep, I struck it rich,” Melanie replied sardonically. “So I came to settle my debt.”
“She’s paid in full for the damages done,” Victor said. “Even offered to let us garner her paycheck, though that won’t be necessary,” he smiled at Melanie.
“You have a job?” Philip asked incredulously.
“Um, yeah,” she replied, as if he’d asked if the world was round. “I’m working at the hospital. Food services, which sucks, but it’s a foot in the door.”
“For what? Poisoning innocent patients?”
“Philip, Melanie’s here to make peace. Her money is good. Let it go,” Victor growled.
“Whatever,” Philip shrugged. “Foot in the door for what?”
“I want to be a nurse. Kind of sucks, all the money I got from dear old Dad is gone, it’s either in your hands now or I used it on tuition. For nursing school,” she explained.
“God help us all,” Philip muttered under his breath. “I guess you’re the one in the Cadillac, then?”
“Yeah. Maggie gave it to me. It’s not really the kind of car I’d want, but it works. Can’t complain.”
“Well, Melanie, I’ve got some calls to make, I appreciate your candor,” Victor told her as he headed back into his office.
“Thank you, Mr. Kiriakis. And you know, I have to say, I like this rug much better than the other one. No offense, but it was hideous.”
Victor chuckled, “You’re right, it was. It was actually purchased by one of my ex-wives. Horrible woman.”
“Which one?” Philip asked.
“Vivian,” Victor replied, sending an involuntary chill up Philip’s spine. “Now, had you set the house on fire with her in it, I’d offer you the moon, Melanie,” Victor laughed, retreating into his office.
“Well, see ya,” Philip told Melanie, heading off to find Henderson. Do not make me talk to you.
“Philip, wait…”
Damnit. I knew it. “I’ve got somewhere to be. No time,” he told her, not breaking his stride.
“No, wait,” she grabbed him by the arm as he glared at her. “I tried to tell you I was sorry the other day,”
“And I didn’t want to talk to you, like I don’t want to talk to you now. I’ve got somewhere I need to be. You set my freaking house on fire, and you think sorry is going to cut it? Wrong, kid.”
“Please. Just listen to me. Just for five minutes,” she implored.
He sighed, he couldn’t stand the look in her eyes. It’s like denying a puppy his ball. “Five minutes. No more. What do you have to say?”
“I just…I…um…well, Dr. Evans has been helping me…”
“Dandy.”
“And she’s made me understand some things. About me, about how I act. Because of how I grew up…the only thing I really understand is lashing out when I don’t…well…I mean…”
“For the love of God, Melanie, land the plane,” he snarled.
“I do things without thinking about the consequences,” she nearly whimpered. “I really am sorry. I mean that. To you too, Chloe,” she said, looking up at Chloe, who was coming down the stairs. “I never meant to hurt anyone. I guess you’ll never believe that, but at least your father did, so I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get. I won’t bother you again,” she whispered the last few words, her eyes filling with tears, and let herself out the door.
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