- Steele Giving Thanks
- by Gilmoradict
- November, 1987
"Thank you for dinner, and for cleaning up." Laura
looked wistfully out the window of the loft. Many of the loft's
contents were packed in boxes, ready for the movers, who would
- "You hardly ate enough to call that meal dinner,"
Harry said with concern, snapping the lid on a final plastic
container. His voice softened and he continued with "But
you're welcome. I'm not sure Frances really bought the idea that
we had work to do today. I'm not terribly familiar with American
Thanksgiving traditions, but I don't think paper work generally
plays a big part."
- "I just can't bear the smell of food right now, Harry.
Especially meat." Laura looked a little green at just the
thought of turkey. She closed her eyes and swayed a little. "Besides,
Mother still hasn't quite forgiven us for getting married without
telling her first. I'm not sure how to tell her we brought back
a 'souvenir' from our honeymoon in Ireland. I'll tell her. I
promise. Maybe tomorrow when Mother and I go to the ballet with
Frances and the girls
.there will be enough people around
that she won't feel comfortable chewing me up and spitting me
- "Darling, don't you think she's going to be thrilled
when we tell her we're going to present her with a new grandchild?"
Steele walked up behind Laura and drew her back against him,
his hands gently cradling the baby whose presence was definitely
beginning to show in the swell of Laura's belly.
- "I don't know." Laura sighed, and relaxing back
against her handsome husband, smiled up at him. "At least
she likes you."
- "Well, beguiling Holt women is my specialty." Steele's
eyebrows rose and fell playfully. He turned Laura in his arms,
holding her against him with his elbows, and used his long fingers
to pull her hair away from her face. He leaned down to tenderly
kiss her soft, full lips.
- Allowing the kiss to linger for a long moment, Laura finally
stepped back and crossed her arms under the other sign of the
impending child: her newly rounded, tender breasts. She looked
down ruefully at the comfy clothes that were her usual choice
of late. "Of course I don't have ANYTHING that fits to wear
tomorrow night. How do you think I'll look in a tee shirt and
sweats at the theater?"
- "You look absolutely perfect in what you're wearing
now," Steele assured Laura, walking toward a stack of packing
boxes "but since you might prefer dressing up a bit for
tomorrow night, I happened to enlist Mildred's help in selecting
a few forgiving dresses that we hoped might work for a few more
- Laura took the box Steele offered her and opened it, gasping
at the beautiful soft blue fabric of the dress on top, and lifting
it to peek at another in black beneath that. A smile slid sideways
across her face, her dimple deepening as she looked up at her
husband's hopeful grin. "I'll try them on before I go to
bed tonight. Mr. Steele, you -and Mildred - are wonderful. Thank
you. What would I do without you?"
- "Oh, I don't know about that. I suspect your life would
be a lot less complicated, and more orderly were I not in it."
Steele said with a trace of chagrin in his voice.
- "And completely devoid of adventure, excitement, and
the most entertainment I've ever had after hours." Laura
set the box down and flopped back on the sofa, pulling Steele
to sit next to her. She leaned in towards him, until their foreheads
touched. "Mr. Steele, every morning I wake up thankful that
you are lying in bed next to me; thankful that you are the father
of our child, and thankful that you are my partner in life and
- "Is this the Thanksgiving part of the day, Love?"
Steele said softly, running one finger gently under Laura's chin.
"Because I can come up with a list of my own."
- Steele got up to dim the lights, and grab the comforter off
the bed, before sitting down against the arm of the couch, and
pulling Laura back against him. He settled the quilt over the
two of them and kissed the top of Laura's head as they stared
out the window at the full moon.
- "The view from these windows has been interesting. I
certainly won't miss the stairs though." Steele confided
with a chuckle. "Now, can I share my list of things I'm
- "Like leaving the stairs behind?" Laura smiled
and patted Steele's hand.
- "Like not losing you when you went to Unidac alone and
were nearly sucked into a wind tunnel turbine." Steele said
soberly. "Like having you throw yourself from a moving car
and not get hurt. Grateful you survived being chased by malvados
through the jungle, and tumbling over a waterfall. Grateful you
managed to avoid being ambushed by the British Bombshell, and
the Russian Bears, and the Italian Stallion."
- Laura snuggled closer to Harry grinning sleepily. "Just
run of the mill stuff for a private investigator, Mr. Steele."
- "Then I think we need to consider a new line of work,
Laura." Steele fingered the ring on Laura's left hand. "I'm
incredibly grateful you agreed to marry me under the worst possible
circumstances, and then managed to find enough forgiveness to
make that marriage real, more real each day. I'm grateful for
the new home we're moving into together Monday. And for our little
'souvenir.' I can't begin to express how incredible it feels
to be part of a family Laura. And to know that you're willing
to go through all the limitations and unpleasantness that pregnancy
has meant, so that together we can create a whole new person."
- Laura went still as Steele spoke, and he thought for a moment
she had fallen asleep. In a voice so low he had to lean in to
hear it, Laura stated rather than questioned "Everything
will be different next year, won't it?"
- "Does that scare you?"
- "Hell yes." Laura's eyes snapped as she twisted
to face Harry. "But I guess this is just one more challenge.
I've got pretty good back up these days. We'll figure things
- "Challenge, eh?" Steele smiled tightly and moved
his eyes from Laura to stare at the moon once more. The couple
sat in silence for some minutes.
- "I think I'm your greatest challenge. I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to make it sound like such hard work. The house, the baby,
YOU, it's all good. Really good."
- "And scary. It's o.k. Laura. I will be here, for all
the hard parts, and hopefully for lots of good parts too."
Steele stretched and pushed Laura up, keeping one arm around
her as he stood. "Let's go to bed. Since you're the only
bird I'm going to be able to get my hands on this holiday, I'd
like to ruffle your feathers. "
- "This must be one of those good parts." Laura smiled
as she allowed Harry to lead her up the stairs.
- The End
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