Like Mother, Like Daughter
By Addie Butaud
2000
CAUTION! This story contains mature subject matters.
Sydney lay sleeping soundly when Emily came barreling into the
room.
EMILY: Mommy, get up!
Sydney sat up a little disoriented.
SYDNEY: I'm up! What's wrong?
EMILY: Nufin. I go to school today.
SYDNEY: No babygirl. You don't go back to school until tomorrow.
The three year olds bottom lip pouted out and tears filled her
beautiful blue eyes.
EMILY: I wanna go school now.
Sydney brushed her daughter's hair out of her face.
SYDNEY: Sorry sweetie. Tell you what, why don't the two of us go and
visit your grandmother today. Mommy needs to talk to her.
Sydney was filling guilty for the fact that she had been
avoiding her mother for the last week. Talk about a New Years surprise.
EMILY: We go now?
SYDNEY: Just let Mommy get a shower and get dressed and then we'll go.
Emily put her face in her hands.
EMILY: That take forever.
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Margaret was lying in bed. So far, she had no nausea, but she
was really tired a lot. Douglas came through the door carrying a try
full of food.
DOUGLAS: Maggie, I sure hope you're hungry.
She looked at all of the food.
MARGARET: Not that hungry.
He set the tray on her lap and kissed her.
DOUGLAS: Some of that is mine.
MARGARET: Good. Don't you have a meeting this morning?
He took a bite of toast.
DOUGLAS: Rescheduled it. I wanted to spend the morning with my
beautiful wife.
Margaret smirked as she sipped her juice.
MARGARET: And?
DOUGLAS: And, Sydney and Emily are coming over and I don't want you
here alone.
MARGARET: Thank you. It's funny, telling my adult daughter that I'm
pregnant was extremely frightening.
DOUGLAS: That's understandable. It was just the two of you for so
long. But she's a grown woman with a growing family of her own. She's
going to be fine with this.
MARGARET: I hope so.
She sat the tray beside her and got out of bed.
DOUGLAS: What are you doing?
MARGARET: Getting dressed. You actually think I'm going to talk to my
daughter looking like this?
Douglas sat on the bed with his face in his hands.
DOUGLAS: This is going to take forever.
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Two hours later, Sydney and Emily walked through the front door
of the Rutledge mansion and took their coats off.
RALPH: I'll inform your parents that you're here Miss Sydney.
SYDNEY: Thank you Ralph.
Douglas came walking into the sitting room.
EMILY: Gandad!
She ran into her grandfather's waiting arms.
DOUGLAS: There's my favorite little girl!
SYDNEY: Jeez, thanks Daddy.
He walked over to his daughter and kissed her forehead.
DOUGLAS: You know you're my favorite daughter.
SYDNEY: For now.
Margaret entered the room.
MARGARET: Hello sweetheart.
SYDNEY: Hello Mother.
MARGARET: Good morning Emily.
Emily attempted to curtsy like she had learned in dance class.
MARGARET: Very good.
EMILY: Tanks
Douglas could feel the tension building between Sydney and
Margaret.
DOUGLAS: Em, why don't we go see if there are any new toys upstairs?
Emily didn't say a word. She just sprinted for the stairs.
MARGARET: She's definitely your daughter.
SYDNEY: There's just something about the word "new".
Margaret smiled.
MARGARET: Let's sit shall we?
Sydney sat on the large leather couch.
MARGARET: I apologize for the way I told you about the baby, Sydney.
SYDNEY: Mother, you're over forty. Is it even safe for you to have a
baby?
She didn't mean for that to be the first thing she said, but it
kind of slipped out.
MARGARET: Women older than I am have babies all of the time.
SYDNEY: But they're not you.
MARGARET: Sydney
SYDNEY: God, Mother, did you even think how this would look?
MARGARET: What?
SYDNEY: I have a three year old and a baby on the way and I'm going to
have a little brother or little sister the same age as my youngest.
This is Swans Crossing Mother, not a trailer park in Newport.
Margaret was beyond pissed.
MARGARET: Sydney Orien Rutledge! You have said and done some cruel
things in your lifetime, but that was by far the cruelest of all! Your
father and I did not plan this baby, but it, like you, is part of us!
I'm sorry if my condition embarrasses you, but we are very excited about
it!
SYDNEY: Of course you are! This baby, unlike me, will grow up with its
mother and its father!
MARGARET: You're jealous of a child that hasn't even been born!
SYDNEY: I am not jealous!
MARGARET: Then explain to me why you are acting like a spoiled rotten
brat!
Sydney stood up.
SYDNEY: Oh whatever Mother!
She walked to the foot of the staircase and called for her
daughter.
SYDNEY: Emily! Come on babygirl, we're leaving!
Emily ran to the top of the top of the stairs.
ENILY: You go home. I stay an play wif Gandad.
SYDNEY: Let's go!
Emily stomped her foot.
EMILY: No!
Sydney went into angry mother mode.
SYDNEY: Emily Rutledge Booth, I said now!
Emily crossed her arms over her chest and put on what Garrett
called her "pissed off Sydney face". Mother and daughter stood at
opposite ends of the staircase staring at each other. Neither of who
was budging. Ralph watched the scene unfold and began to laugh.
MARGARET: Ralph?
RALPH: I apologize for my laughter madam, but they remind me of you and
Miss Sydney when she was Miss Emily's age.
Sydney and her mother looked at each other and then at Emily.
Emily looked at her mommy with a very angry expression on her face.
Laughter erupted.
SYDNEY: You win! Go play with Granddad.
EMILY: Yea!
Emily smiled and ran back to play with her grandfather. Sydney
walked over to Margaret and hugged her.
SYDNEY: You're right. I am acting like a brat. I'm sorry.
Margaret kissed her forehead.
MARGARET: Your father and I love you very much. This baby's not going
to change that.
SYDNEY: I know that. I do. It's just I don't know.
Margaret brushed her daughter's blonde hair from her face.
MARGARET: Sydney, I need you more than ever right now. This is really
scary for me.
SYDNEY: I can imagine. After all, you haven't given birth in almost
twenty-two years.
Sydney held back a laugh.
MARGARET: I'm feeling old enough as it is. You don't have to remind
me.
They both laughed.
MARGARET: You know what I could really go for right now?
SYDNEY: Mint chocolate chip ice cream?
MARGARET: I was going to say shopping, but ice cream is more appealing.
Douglas came down the stairs carrying Emily.
DOUGLAS: How are things going down here?
SYDNEY: Everything's fine Daddy.
MARGARET: We're going for ice cream. Would you like to join us?
EMILY: I wan ice keem!
DOUGLAS: It's forty-two degrees outside.
SYDNEY: What's your point?
DOUGLAS: Maggie
MARGARET: Doug, dear, you have two pregnant Rutledge women standing in
front of you wanting ice cream and you're going to argue with us because
it's a bit nippy?
DOUGLAS: I'll get our coats.
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