The Past Comes Knocking Part 18

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Bounty Manor House, Bristol, England:
Aylin wakes up being held by Mark. Last night after they had arrived and had dinner. She called to see if Archie had arrived home yet. He informed her that his flight was due today and that as soon as his plane landed, he would call her after calling her twin to arrange a meeting time and place.

She had the baby monitor on the nightstand beside the bed. She noticed that little Mark was still asleep. She lays next to Mark, protected by his arms. She listens to his breathing as he nuzzles the back of her neck.

Aylin could feel his manhood pressing against her butt cheek through his boxer shorts. She never thought she would ever find herself like this. When she was in the mental hospital, she wasn’t treated like a person but like an experiment.

When she broke out and killed those responsible for what they did to her, she couldn’t ever imagine she would have a life like this one day. When she was forced to leave England, she never thought she would ever come back.

Every time she thought she would never be able to do something. Life would give her a second chance and prove her wrong. She was drowning in madness. If Cyril and his wife Lottie hadn’t found her and helped her overcome the madness. She might have perished without ever knowing what her life could be like.

Aylin listened to the baby monitor and Mark’s heartbeat as he held her. She wonders what her life would have been like if she had grown up with her twin sister. Also, will her sister accept her after everything she has done?

Aylin slowly drifts back to sleep, thinking these thoughts. She wakes up when she hears little Mark start crying. She gets out of bed, slips on her slippers, and goes to the nursery. She spots little Mark having a hissy fit.

She checks him and notices his diaper is wet. She shakes her head as she goes about changing him. She makes sure to cover his penis so she doesn’t get sprayed. She learned the trick from Jamie’s mother.

Once little Mark is changed and happy. She goes about feeding him. The nursery had a rocking chair in it. Aylin sits in the chair and slowly rocks back and forth while humming a tune she knows little Mark likes.

When little Mark is done eating, she burps him and cleans up afterward. She checks on the girls to ensure they are all right. She spots Bree barely covered by her blanket and holding a plushy that resembles Bear. She wishes she could have brought the dogs with her. But she didn’t think it was wise on this trip. Maybe she’ll bring the boys with her on their next family outing.

Aylin checks on Hollace and Julie and finds them snuggled against each other. Julie was sleeping with Hollace, and both girls were cuddling the teddy bears that her sister Jamie had won for them at the fair. She’ll let them sleep a little bit longer before waking them up.

As Aylin walks back to her bedroom, she smells bacon drifting up the stairs. This wasn’t the American-style bacon, but English bacon. When she returns to the room, she puts her robe on and kisses Mark’s cheek before leaving.

When she walks into the kitchen, she notices Leandra making breakfast. She also noticed that Leandra was brewing coffee as well.

“Morning, Leandra.” As Aylin walks into the kitchen.

“Morning, Mrs. Jagger. Would you like some coffee?” Leandra was surprised when she heard Aylin’s voice.

Aylin noticed that Leandra jumped a little when she spoke. A smile appears on her face.

“No, thank you. I’m more of a tea drinker.” Aylin walks over to make herself some tea.

Leandra was surprised that Mrs. Jagger was a tea drinker. She watched as Aylin walked over and began making herself some tea.

“I’ll have to remember that, Mrs. Jagger. Is Mr. Jagger a tea drinker?” Leandra wonders if she made a mistake in brewing coffee.

“Mr. Jagger is a coffee drinker, just like our daughter.” Aylin knew Bree only drank tea when she wasn’t feeling well or her period started. She
liked to drink ginger tea when she was on her period.

“I’ll have to remember that while you are staying here.” Leandra wishes Mrs. Basset had informed her what the Americans liked.

“It’s no problem, Leandra.” Aylin finds the tea in the cabinet and a teapot.

“I can take care of that for you, Mrs. Jagger.” Leandra moves to take the teapot to fill it.

“You don’t need to do that, Leandra. I’m fine doing this myself.” Aylin didn’t mind boiling her tea.

“Mrs. Jagger. Is there anything special you and your family want me to cook while you stay here?” Leandra looks at Aylin to watch her reactions.

“Whatever you would like to cook for us is fine, Leandra. My family isn’t picky about what we like. I know my girls like English food a lot.” Aylin knew the girls liked what they ate when they visited their aunt over the summer.

Aylin waits for the water to start boiling. She finds the cabinet where the tea cups are kept and prepares a cup. The aroma of the food was causing memories long buried to surface. She used to love helping Lottie in the kitchen when she cooked.

Aylin watches as Leandra cooks the food. When the water starts to boil, she turns the burner off and lets it settle down before pouring it into the cup. She puts the tea bag into the cup and lets it soak.

“Would you like cream or sugar, Mrs. Jagger?” Leandra didn’t know how Aylin took her tea.

“I’m fine, thank you.” Aylin didn’t like anything in her tea.

“Mrs. Jagger, if you don’t mind me asking. I noticed your oldest daughter had an artificial leg. How did she lose it?” Leandra noticed Bree had an artificial leg while helping the young girl settle in last night.

“She was born that way, Leandra. Her left leg didn’t completely form when she was in the womb. She has had to wear a prosthetic leg since she
was born.” Aylin had gotten a complete medical record on Bree when she adopted her.

“I’m sorry to hear that. She’s a strong young lady.”

“That’s why I love her so much. She doesn’t let her handicap limit her. She has competed on her school’s track team and has done gymnastics as well. She has also won several martial arts competitions since she was ten.” Aylin was very proud of Bree.

“She sounds like a very special young lady.” Leandra wonders if her nephew would be as motivated as Aylin’s oldest.

“Do you have any kids, Leandra?” Aylin wonders if their housekeeper had any.

“Unfortunately, I can’t have children. I had cancer at a young age and had to have a Hysterectomy.” Leandra was devastated when she learned she could never be a mother.

“You could always adopt, or if you still have your ovaries, have your eggs taken and implanted into a surrogate.”

“I know. I’m just not sure that I want to do that. The guy I was married to at the time left me. He wanted a family, and I couldn’t give him one.” Leandra remembered the arguing and the fights they used to have over the subject.

“I understand.” Aylin lays her hand lightly on Leandra’s shoulder.

Leandra looks at Aylin when she lays her hand gently on her shoulder. She could tell Aylin meant what she said. She feels that Mrs. Jagger knew what it was like to miss something that made you a woman.

“I smell some delicious food.” Mark was following his nose with Hollace on his back. Behind him was Bree carrying Julie.

“Here come the troops, Leandra.” Aylin looked towards her husband as he carried their daughter on his back.

Leandra looks at all four of them. “Go sit down in the dining room, and I’ll bring you your breakfast and coffee.”

“I’ll give you a hand, Leandra.” Aylin starts gathering the plates and such.

“You don’t have to do that, Mrs. Jagger.” Leandra goes to stop Aylin.

“I know, but I don’t mind.” Aylin smiles at Leandra.

Leandra shakes her head as she starts putting everything on the serving plates.

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Typical Family

BarbieLee's picture

There is no such thing as a typical family as each carries their own past whatever it may have been to the present to share. Growing up the typical American family lived in a country style home with a big picture window in the front. It was writers imagination as it was only what most wanted not what was.
Aylin has a past filled with demons and darkness. She can even function as human, much less as a loving mother and wife is testament to her indomitable human spirit.
Hugs LadyDragon
Barb
Life is a gift, meant to be lived not worn until it's worn out.

Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl

THe house keeper will be suprissed

Samantha Heart's picture

Arlin isn't one to be waited on hand and foot she is humble and willing to do what is needed to get the job done. If only they knew what she use to do when she was mad as a hatter (LOL) and what she STILL enjoys doing to bad guys private parts lol

Love Samantha Renée Heart.