prompt fill; heat
title; when you need just call
word count; 701
rating; PG
prompt; heat
New York was known for its cold winters, and occasionally, the summers were equally cold. This year was not one of those years. The summer was blistering, the heat wave was causing all kinds of changes to the city; air cons breaking, traffic pile ups, irritated work forces. Marie had none of those problems. Work for her was from home, and the system she had was working fine.
It wasn’t really helping with the baking though.
“Can’t we make more?”
“Darlin’, if we make more, they just end up the same.” Talking slowly and firmly, Marie wondered absently when she’d taken to being the type of person to say no to more cake. “Besides, y’r just gonna eat them all anyway, and Ah don’t want you up all night with a sore stomach.”
“But I want more.”
“No, no more Robin.” The girl pouted, but wandered away from the kitchen to flop dramatically in the living room on the sofa. Marie just shook her head with a fond smile and placed the cupcakes on the bottom shelf of the fridge. Wednesday’s always ended up being baking days, regardless of the weather it seemed. After Robin got in from school, back pack thrown in the cupboard by the door and her shoes off, it was straight to the kitchen to pull out all the equipment.
It suited Marie fine, she took time away from work in order to learn how to bake properly, and if her Aunt Carrie could see her now, she’d be stunned to the core. Marie was never a hands on kind of girl. At least on until Robin.
Her musings were cut short when the phone rang, and Marie made sure that Robin was fine watching the television before crossing the room to pick up the phone, “Hello,” beyond the usual greeting, Marie never offered anything else.
“Hey Ruby, am I interrupting baking time?”
“Nah, sugah, we jus’ finished up.” Despite Rictor knowing full well when baking day was, he insisted on calling on it, rather than the day before or after, or even before class finished for Robin. “How’re things going in sunny Mexico?”
“Fine, quiet. Which means something’s going to happen.”
“Ain’t that the berries,” Marie offered Robin a smile when she glanced over, the girl forgetting her sulk and grinning back before looking at the shows on the screen again. “We’re having a hellava heat wave, swear Ah’m gonna melt some time soon.”
“Can’t you just find that icicle friend of yours and get him to sort the place?”
“His name’s Bobby, and no, he’s in California now.” She could hear Rictor snort down the phone, “How’re the kids?” Since Rictor’s family was growing rather rapidly, Marie tried to keep up with the children and their antics, since Robin seemed to look up to Lucia and want to be just like her cousin.
“Good, great, they’re great. We just got the twins crawling so that’s causing a bit of a chaotic turn. How’s the little bird’s classes going?”
“They’re alright, there’s a boy in class that pulls her hair and calls her Tweety, but Nana says that sorts itself out.” Having a grandparent that could see the future seemed to be like Robin’s own personal palm reader who actually got it right. Although Destiny assured Marie that everything was fine. “We were thinking on maybe coming down t’ visit soon. When school finishes, Ah’m sure Robin would like t’ see the babies.” The mention of the visit got Robin’s attention and sparked that twinkle in her eye that Marie recognised from her father; it caused a twinge, but Marie let it go.
Rictor laughed on the other end of the phone, “You know you’re always welcome, Ruby. We’d love to have you two.”
And that settled it. To escape the New York heat wave, they’d head for Mexico. It didn’t really make sense, but at the very least, it was a tad more comfortable, and Rictor and Mark’s house always felt as good as home anyway. “Well then, we’ll see you soon.”
Marie and Ric didn’t bother saying goodbye; they rarely did. Three weeks later, Robin and Marie were packed for a fortnight in Mexico.
word count; 701
rating; PG
prompt; heat
New York was known for its cold winters, and occasionally, the summers were equally cold. This year was not one of those years. The summer was blistering, the heat wave was causing all kinds of changes to the city; air cons breaking, traffic pile ups, irritated work forces. Marie had none of those problems. Work for her was from home, and the system she had was working fine.
It wasn’t really helping with the baking though.
“Can’t we make more?”
“Darlin’, if we make more, they just end up the same.” Talking slowly and firmly, Marie wondered absently when she’d taken to being the type of person to say no to more cake. “Besides, y’r just gonna eat them all anyway, and Ah don’t want you up all night with a sore stomach.”
“But I want more.”
“No, no more Robin.” The girl pouted, but wandered away from the kitchen to flop dramatically in the living room on the sofa. Marie just shook her head with a fond smile and placed the cupcakes on the bottom shelf of the fridge. Wednesday’s always ended up being baking days, regardless of the weather it seemed. After Robin got in from school, back pack thrown in the cupboard by the door and her shoes off, it was straight to the kitchen to pull out all the equipment.
It suited Marie fine, she took time away from work in order to learn how to bake properly, and if her Aunt Carrie could see her now, she’d be stunned to the core. Marie was never a hands on kind of girl. At least on until Robin.
Her musings were cut short when the phone rang, and Marie made sure that Robin was fine watching the television before crossing the room to pick up the phone, “Hello,” beyond the usual greeting, Marie never offered anything else.
“Hey Ruby, am I interrupting baking time?”
“Nah, sugah, we jus’ finished up.” Despite Rictor knowing full well when baking day was, he insisted on calling on it, rather than the day before or after, or even before class finished for Robin. “How’re things going in sunny Mexico?”
“Fine, quiet. Which means something’s going to happen.”
“Ain’t that the berries,” Marie offered Robin a smile when she glanced over, the girl forgetting her sulk and grinning back before looking at the shows on the screen again. “We’re having a hellava heat wave, swear Ah’m gonna melt some time soon.”
“Can’t you just find that icicle friend of yours and get him to sort the place?”
“His name’s Bobby, and no, he’s in California now.” She could hear Rictor snort down the phone, “How’re the kids?” Since Rictor’s family was growing rather rapidly, Marie tried to keep up with the children and their antics, since Robin seemed to look up to Lucia and want to be just like her cousin.
“Good, great, they’re great. We just got the twins crawling so that’s causing a bit of a chaotic turn. How’s the little bird’s classes going?”
“They’re alright, there’s a boy in class that pulls her hair and calls her Tweety, but Nana says that sorts itself out.” Having a grandparent that could see the future seemed to be like Robin’s own personal palm reader who actually got it right. Although Destiny assured Marie that everything was fine. “We were thinking on maybe coming down t’ visit soon. When school finishes, Ah’m sure Robin would like t’ see the babies.” The mention of the visit got Robin’s attention and sparked that twinkle in her eye that Marie recognised from her father; it caused a twinge, but Marie let it go.
Rictor laughed on the other end of the phone, “You know you’re always welcome, Ruby. We’d love to have you two.”
And that settled it. To escape the New York heat wave, they’d head for Mexico. It didn’t really make sense, but at the very least, it was a tad more comfortable, and Rictor and Mark’s house always felt as good as home anyway. “Well then, we’ll see you soon.”
Marie and Ric didn’t bother saying goodbye; they rarely did. Three weeks later, Robin and Marie were packed for a fortnight in Mexico.