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Remington awoke some time after midnight to find Laura awake as well. As he opened an eye and looked at her he could see through the semi-darkness that she was deep in thought, staring at the ceiling. Well seeing as we’re both awake.. a mischievous thought entered his head.
“Couldn’t sleep my love?” he asked as he put an arm around her.
“No. I woke up a while ago,” she confessed with a sigh as he wondered what was ticking over in that lovely head of hers. “I’ve been thinking about Olivia actually – I’m worried about her Rem. She hasn’t been herself lately, have you noticed?” she stated.
Now he came to think of it, Remington pondered, their seventeen year old daughter had seemed a bit quieter than usual lately. “I mean she hasn’t even been arguing with Mickey this week,” Laura added wryly.
“And our children not arguing is a bad thing?” Remington asked with a grin as Laura had to smile herself.
“No not a bad thing – but unusual you have to admit,” she replied as Remington nodded in agreement.
“Maybe Mickey just hasn’t been stirring her up this week?” Remington offered as a reason, as he was eager to wrap up their conversation. He was as concerned about their daughter as Laura was but he figured there wasn’t much they could do about it right now, especially as he had other things on his mind.
Laura gave him a sceptical look in response to his theory, both of them knowing their cheeky son better than that. One of Mickey’s favourite pastimes so it seemed, was needling his older sister, being the typical annoying younger brother. Although Olivia usually gave as good as she got, which was why Laura found it so unusual. “Okay I agree that’s unlikely,” Remington conceded. “So what do you think‘s the matter then?” he asked.
“I don’t know – school or friends maybe? Come to think of it I haven’t seen any of her friends round here lately like they usually are and she was a bit cagey when I asked her why she was late home from school the other day ,” Laura stated, her keen detective’s mind at work.
“Well that must be it then. I’m sure you remember yourself how teenage girls can be –she’s probably just had a falling out with one of them or something like that. Case closed Mrs Steele,” Remington stated confidently. “How about we chat to her in the morning eh? There’s not much we can do about it tonight is there? So… since we’re both awake, how about we pretend we’re teenagers and make out?” he quipped with a devilish wiggle of his eyebrows as his hands began wandering.
Laura however caught his wandering hands in hers and gave him a rueful smile. “Rem .. I get the feeling there’s something more to it than just teenage girls being bitchy,” she stated, not willing to drop it just yet.
Remington sighed a little in frustration. Ever the detective his darling wife, he thought somewhat ruefully, especially when it came to their children. It was a rare day when they could hide something from her for long. But Remington could be just as determined and just as persuasive as his wife when the need arose. And the need had definitely arisen, he thought to himself with a mischievous grin.
“Be that as it may Laura, but as I said we’re not going to find out anything tonight are we? I’m as concerned about her as you are, but right now..,” he said as he started planting soft kisses on her face, “I need you to forget you’re a mother and a detective for a little while and just be my wife,” he added as he gave her a meaningful look and pulled her closer to him, so she could feel his pressing need for her.
“Well when you put it like that Mr Steele.. I guess you could convince me to forget for a while,” Laura relented with a smile as she linked her arms around his neck.
“How long a while?” he murmured huskily in her ear as he began nibbling on it, which he knew drove her crazy.
“How long you got?” she replied cheekily as she pulled him down to her.
“For you my love? I’ve got forever,” he replied with a lopsided grin, his blue eyes twinkling at her and they were soon lost in each other…