Post by slidershal on May 15, 2005 23:16:53 GMT -5
Riley couldn't help smiling at Carter's adorable little girl, who was having an increadibly disarming effect on her, the way she had wrapped her chubby three-year-old arms around her leg. She really like Lizzie. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.
Post by Shalimar P Fox on May 15, 2005 23:19:06 GMT -5
david watched lizzy and never seen her act like that with anyone she never knew before usually she would cry and be pleading with him to hold her. He smiled and then called them to the table for dinner. He grabbed the booster chair and hooked it up in the chair.
lizzie took rileys hand and lead her to the kitchen/dining room
Shalimar - Protector. Ass-kicker. Wild One.
You can be reckless at times but it's only because you'd do anything for the ones you love. Plus you really enjoy beating up the bad guys.
Post by slidershal on May 15, 2005 23:38:20 GMT -5
Lizzie reached up and took her hand.
"Come on Victoria!" she chirped in her little girl voice, which made her name come out Vic-tow-ia.
She followed, letting the little girl lead her to the dinning table in the kitchen. Oh she REALLY loved Lizzie. And she was impressed that Carter had raised such a lovely daughter.
Her smile faded a little as she again wondered about Lizzie's mother. She let her eyes casualy wander to look at Carter's left ring finger. She didn't see a ring there. But not all soldiers wore wedding bands.
She'd been caught. Her cheeks flushed again. And it wasn't even what he was probably thinking. She was not thinking of making a pass at him.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, not sure of just what she was sorry about - the death of his wife or the fact that she was wondering if he had one. She was feeling like bolting again, but she sat down stiffly at the table anyway.
Belatedly Riley remembered to remove her berette, stuffing it into the leg pocket of her pants, and took her napkin from the table, spreading it on her lap. Lizzie, who was watching her, studiously followed suit.
Carter set her plate in front of her... Steak. Thick, juicy and very tender looking steak. She caught the smell of it and her feral side surged. She forced it back down. She usually had more control than that...
Post by slidershal on May 18, 2005 23:00:11 GMT -5
Lizzie wasn't the only one playing with her food. Though the steak smelled wonderful (her mouth was watering), she was too nervous to do more than poke at the meat with her fork and absently push the veggies around on her plate.