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Post by Kpatch on Oct 24, 2018 7:30:46 GMT -5
Chapter 6c
Chloe rolled onto her side pressing her hands together under her pillow. Moonlight filtered through the bedroom window, illuminating her children's’ angelic sleeping faces.
Parker always loved sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. Before nodding off, he said it was like being at a sleepover. Holly was on the floor next to Parker, surrounded by pillows and blankets—her personal fortress.
For the first time in months, Chloe felt safe. She knew that could change at any moment, but for now, she felt peaceful, protected, loved. She never expected Philip to reappear in her life at a time like this, but he did. She never expected to find out he’s living in a fishing village in the Florida Keys, but he is. And she really never expected to be sleeping in his house, but she was.
In spite of how many times she broke his heart over the years, it was obvious Philip still loved her. She could see it in every look and feel it with every word, every touch, every action. No one would do the things he’d done for her and the kids — charter a private jet and whisk them out of harm’s way, bring them to his house, and make them feel at home — unless he loved her. Okay, a good friend might, a very, very good friend, but not with the same fervor as Philip, as if his own life depended on it, and without expecting anything in return, except for honesty.
And those feelings she had for him that were always lurking in the recesses of her heart—they were beginning to bubble to the surface as well, even though she didn’t want them to, especially not now. The reason she let him walk away from her back in Salem all those months ago still applied.
Closing her eyes, she said a prayer to keep them all safe. She took a deep breath of fresh air and one last look at her children before falling asleep.
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Post by heroicmuse on Oct 24, 2018 8:32:31 GMT -5
I'm glad Chloe realizes what she means to Philip. Maybe in a safer environment she will begin to calm down.
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Post by doolfan4life on Oct 24, 2018 9:59:44 GMT -5
I’m not holding my breath cuz what Chloe thinks to herself is usually different from her actions, I still think she’s going to stall telling him the truth
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Post by André DiMera on Oct 24, 2018 11:57:01 GMT -5
I’m not too sure that Chloe will act on those feelings. It’ll be interesting to see.
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Post by melly on Oct 25, 2018 7:27:33 GMT -5
I get that she and the littles are in danger and you do what you have to do in that case. But I hope she’s very clear to Philip about her feelings so that he doesn’t have any hopes about them getting back together.
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Post by mae00 on Oct 25, 2018 9:56:30 GMT -5
Chloe has always used Philip's feelings about her to get what she wanted/needed and then drops him like a bad habit when that need is fulfilled. She may not have expected him to show up and was going to do this on her own, but now that he's there, I expect her to take full advantage of it.
Girl better be full disclosure with him about EVERYTHING before I change my mind on that. That means full disclosure about the "danger" she's in as well as full disclosure about her feelings and where any potential relationship stands.
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Post by fluffysmom on Oct 25, 2018 16:12:37 GMT -5
I'm glad Chloe realizes how Philip feels about her. I hope she will be honest with him about everything very soon.
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Post by Kpatch on Oct 26, 2018 7:41:48 GMT -5
Chapter 6d
Philip was exhausted from the trip. Once his head hit the pillow, he was certain it would be a matter of seconds before he drifted off, maybe less. His bed felt like heaven and he loved how dark it was on the Key with no city lights to disturb the peace. The conditions were perfect for a restful night’s sleep.
As he began to drift off, he thought about the rental car he’d need to return tomorrow or get charged for another 24 hours. He’d need to fill it up with gas first.
Rental car. Diapers. Milk. Baby food. New York pizza. Ice cream. Nancy Wesley. Men in white coats. ATM. Brunch. Brady. Nicole. Perfume.
He shot up in bed, out of breath from the thoughts swirling through his mind. He looked in the direction of the wall between his room and the room his guests occupied. He could still smell her perfume—a mixture of peaches, limes and oranges. And baby powder, but that was probably the smell of Holly.
No wonder he couldn’t sleep. Chloe was in the bedroom next door to his. He’d imagined her coming to the house a million times. Of all the ways he thought she might arrive at his house, this was not one of them.
”How the hell did you find me?” he asked when he opened the front door.
“I can always find you, Philip, no matter where you go, no matter how far. No wind, no rain, no winter’s cold, can stop me baby, when you’re my goal. Ain’t no mountain high enough.”
“But you said you didn’t love me,” he reminded her.
“Oh for heaven’s sake. Do you have to remember everything I say?” She threw her arms around him in the doorway and kissed him senseless.
Philip shook off the fantasy.
He had no idea what he was going to find when he went to New York, or, quite frankly, why he even went, but after Brady’s tirade, he needed to see her and find out for himself what was going on with her. He still had no idea what it was, only that it was obvious she was in serious trouble. He was sure he’d done the right thing.
He plopped back onto his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
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Post by heroicmuse on Oct 26, 2018 7:58:04 GMT -5
I wonder how long it will be before Philip and Chloe end up sharing a room.
Philip has way too much on his mind. He needs to learn to put the things he needs to do on his calendar and forget about them.
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Post by André DiMera on Oct 26, 2018 8:32:44 GMT -5
Sounds like Philip has a lot to do. Wonder what’s gonna happen between him and Chloe.
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Post by doolfan4life on Oct 26, 2018 14:36:54 GMT -5
Poor Philip I know what it’s like to be so tired but to literally be thinking of everything needing to be done the next day etc I hope more than anything chloe stops jerking him around and coughs up the truth
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Post by fluffysmom on Oct 26, 2018 21:43:21 GMT -5
Philip has so much on his mind. It makes sense that he can't sleep. I liked his fantasy.
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Post by melly on Oct 26, 2018 22:58:10 GMT -5
Poor Philip. He has no clue what he has gotten himself into but he knows it’s big....
Any previews, boss?
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Post by Kpatch on Oct 28, 2018 10:44:35 GMT -5
Thanks for reading and being interested, guys! Much appreciated! This week, nothing much happens, but keep reading anyway.
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Post by Kpatch on Oct 29, 2018 8:13:33 GMT -5
Chapter 7a
The next morning, Philip was in the kitchen. He was wearing a white tee-shirt and tan twills, when he heard a sound on the steps of the wrought iron spiral staircase. His protective nature took over as soon as he looked up. “Be careful, Parker. Those steps can be tricky if you’re not used to them.”
The boy was wearing the undershirt and underpants he slept in. When he reached the bottom step he rushed over to Philip and hugged his legs. “I didn’t know where I was when I woke up.”
Philip smoothed Parker’s hair, as he warmed from the boy’s unreserved show of affection. He remembered a time when he too was unafraid to bare his soul. “You’re at my house.”
He looked up without releasing Philip. “Where’s your house?”
“We’re in the Florida Keys. Florida’s the southeastern most state in the country. I live in Marathon Key which is part of a chain of islands southwest of mainland Florida.” When Parker scowled, Philip said, “There’s a globe in the study. I’ll show you later.” Philip smiled at the child. “Would you like a bagel? They’re hot and fresh.”
“Yeah!” His eyes lit up. “Bagels are my Grandma’s favorite thing to eat for breakfast. There’s lotsa bagels in New York. They’re like everywhere.”
“Well, we have them here too, but I can’t guarantee they’re as good as New York bagels.” He spread cream cheese on a bagel and handed it to Parker.
“Mommy usually cuts it up into bite size pieces.”
“I can do that for you, big guy. Here. Is this small enough?”
Parker nodded.
“Where did you get fresh, hot bagels,” Chloe asked as she came down the stairs.
Philip did a double take. She was wearing one of his longer tee shirts and suspected she didn’t realize that it didn’t leave a lot to the imagination in the light of day. He blew some air between his lips as he looked down and tried to concentrate on slicing another bagel.
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