Post by Aurora Graves on Dec 23, 2017 0:08:51 GMT -5
The Courtyard at Lake Lucerne
Orlando, FL
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Damon and Aurora Graves sat in the living room of their modest suite, with Damon tapping his finger against the touchpad of his laptop. On the laptop’s screen was a list of various movie titles, along with their available show times.
Damon: Alright... Here’s what’s playing at the Cobb Theaters...
Aurora tilted her head as she listened.
Damon: Pitch Perfect 3...
Aurora: Meh...
Damon: Jumanji...
Aurora: Meh...
Damon: Ferdinand?
Aurora whipped her head around, her eyes blazing with rage as she bared her teeth.
Aurora: Oh FUCK no!
Damon: Whoa! I wasn’t expecting such a vicious response on that one! Why not?
Aurora’s lips curled into a twisted sneer as she glared at the image of the ridiculously-rendered smiling bull that appeared in the movie poster. Her long, slender finger pointed at the offending image.
Aurora: My mother used to read me that story when I was a child. It was one of my favorites. But this... this MIERDA!
Damon jerked back, surprised by his wife’s outburst of disgust.
Aurora: It’s like they took a huge chunk of my childhood and sent a pack of wild, diarrhea-stricken dogs to unleash a massive, liquefied shit geyser all over it!
Damon cleared his throat as Aurora slumped back against the couch, crossing her arms.
Damon: Alright then. We’ll scratch that one off the list.
He scrolled through the other offerings, finally pausing, his eyebrow arching in a way that signaled to Aurora that he’d found something that might actually pique his wife’s interests.
Aurora: I know that look. What did you find?
Damon chuckled, looking up from his screen with a smirk on his face.
Damon: They’ve got Star Wars: Episode VIII.
Aurora thought about it, pursing her lips as she glanced off to the side. Several silent seconds passed before she finally shook her head. [/color]
Aurora: You know, on second thought, we just got here. What do you say we just order a pizza and forget going out to the movies? Besides, we’ve got plenty of movies on the computer we haven’t even watched yet.
Damon chuckled again.
Damon: You know, Harley... pretty soon, we won’t be able to go out whenever we feel like it. Soon, the baby will be here.
Aurora: Yeah, so we might as well get used to staying close to home, eh?
Damon: I guess you’re right. Just promise me that we’ll take time for each other, okay?
Aurora smiled, scooting closer to her husband. He draped his arm on the back of the couch as Aurora leaned against him, resting her head on his chest.
Aurora: Oh, Puddin’... that’s one thing you’ll NEVER have to worry about.
Damon reached up, coiling the ends of Aurora’s long blonde hair around his fingers.
Damon: Well, at least I can be sure of one thing... you are going to make one HELL of a mother!
Aurora: Just like you are going to make one hell of a father.
Damon sighed, a worried look on his face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Aurora.
Damon: I just hope I don’t disappoint you in that respect. I don’t want to let you – or our daughter – down.
Aurora turned to look at her husband, giving him a loving, reassuring smile as she reached up to touch his face.
Aurora: Damon, not ONCE have you ever disappointed me....
Damon: And I plan to keep it that way....
He smiled as he leaned toward her, until their lips touched. No longer wanting to bother with the movie, he closed his laptop and set it onto the coffee table.
Later that night....
A small round table sat in the corner of a small room in another area of the suite, beneath a pair of windows that met where the walls intersected. Aurora sat in one of the nearby chairs, looking toward the black counter on the other side of the room, where Damon stood in front of the microwave, waiting on a bag of popcorn in the microwave. Gradually, the popping from the bag began to slow down, until the timer on the microwave counted down the final five seconds. When the timer went off, Damon opened the door, pausing as the popcorn let out a couple of final pops.
Damon: Well, now we’ve got popcorn. Have you decided which movie we’re going to watch?
Aurora tapped her chin as she pondered the question.
Aurora: Hmm... considering the season...
Damon raised his eyebrow, staring at his wife with disapproving eyes.
Damon: I swear, Harley, if you make me sit through Frozen one more fucking time....
She laughed.
Aurora: Calm down, Puddin’; Frozen isn’t even a Christmas movie. For that matter, it’s not even a winter movie at all.
Damon breathed a sigh of relief.
Aurora: I’m saving THAT one for summer!
Damon: DAMN IT!
Aurora rose from her chair, walking past Damon as she giggled. Heading toward the living room, she opened up Damon’s laptop and fired it up. Damon soon followed, sitting beside her on the couch with the now-open bag of popcorn.
Aurora: You know, we haven’t really talked about it since we were asked...
Damon popped a couple of kernels of popcorn into his mouth, completely forgetting his manners as he responded.
Damon: You mean about Avery and Serenity wanting us to be godparents? It’s not like it’s our first godchild. Alicia and Jason DID name us Alleria’s godparents.
Aurora: Still, I won’t lie. It still came as a bit of a surprise. A pleasant one, mind you, but still a surprise. Still, as good as you are with the twins....
Damon: We lucked out there. Darion and Jaina are total cakewalks compared to how I thought they’d be. And since our daughter will be close in age...
Aurora: She’ll have a friend to play with as she grows.
She smirked, a light scoff escaping her lips as she looked off to the side.
Aurora: It’s funny...
Damon tilted his head to the side.
Damon: What’s funny?
Aurora: Not even born yet, and already this kid’s better off than I ever was....
Damon: Says the girl with two older brothers....
Aurora: It wasn’t the same; yeah, my brothers weren’t exactly total bores, but they still had more in common with each other than they did with me. The only thing we bonded over was wrestling.
He chuckled, nodding his head.
Damon: Yeah, I guess that’s true. Still... at least you HAD brothers.
His smile faded into a frown as his voice trailed off.
Damon: Then again, I guess it’s a good thing I was an only child....
Aurora: As horrible a human being Martin Graves is, you still turned out just fine. Remember – it’s not who your parents are that defines you; it’s who you choose to be.
Damon: I’ll keep that in mind.
Aurora: Good. Now about that movie...
She leaned toward the laptop, tapping on the touchpad. A folder opened up on screen, and she moved the cursor over toward one of the files.
Aurora: Since this will be the last holiday we’ll have to ourselves, I figured this movie would be appropriate....
Husband and wife leaned back against the couch, staring at the screen of the laptop as the opening sequence of “Home Alone” began to play.
