bad…you ain’t seen nothing yet, baby. Not by a long way.”
Mallory cringed, “Oh no. I haven’t been up there since I moved in. Not properly. I slide the Christmas decorations just inside the hatch every year but avoid going up there at all costs.”
He lowered his head through the hole in the ceiling, “Well, as they say, there is no time like the present! C’mon. Time for a clearout.”
Mallory groaned at the thought. Grabbing some black refuse sacks she climbed the ladder and pulled herself up beside Sam.
He handed her a box, “What’s in here I wonder…okay, Mallory’s school stuff is what it says. Should be interesting.” He pulled out a report card and laughed heartily.
“What? Oh no what have you found?” She snatched the card from his grasp and read aloud, “… Mallory has the potential to be a very bright girl, if she would only stop daydreaming long enough to apply herself .” She read in her poshest voice, mimicking Mrs. Gloria Sanders, her prim and proper high school English teacher.
“Hah! No change there, huh?” Sam poked her in the ribs, making her scream in shock and punch him on the arm in playful retaliation. “We have to keep these to show our children how not to behave.” He sniggered.
“Cheeky.” Mallory retorted dryly. “Ooh, what’s in this one? Aww, keepsakes.” She opened the lid and stared inside, “Oh wow, these are my mum’s things.” Mallory lifted her hand to her mouth. She placed the box between them so that Sam could see.
“Hey, I found a little photo of you as a toddler. So sweet. Look at your curls!”
“Oh, yes. My mum used to spend hours trying to tame my birds nest. Here’s one of me with my mum.”
“Hm, now I see why you ended up so darn gorgeous. She was a beautiful lady, Mally”
“She was…I miss her so much, Sam. I wish you could’ve met her.”
Sam pulled her to his side and kissed her hair before resting his head on hers, “I know baby, me too.”
“She would have loved you.”
“That’s ‘cause I’m so loveable.” He smiled, “I’m sure she and I would have been great friends.”
Mallory’s eyes began to sting, “The thought that she won’t be here to see her grandchildren, Sam…”
“Hey, hey, baby don’t cry.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, his own eyes becoming glassy, “We’ll make sure that our babies know all about all of their grandparents and how much they loved them even though they never met.”
Mallory sniffed and wiped her eyes, “Yes, we will.”
Eleanor, Mallory’s Mother had passed away when Mallory was fifteen after a long battle with illness. Her heartbroken Father, James, joined her a year later after never having recovered from losing his soul mate. Her Aunt Sylvia had taken over the role of parent, which usually consisted of frank conversations and blunt advice. But Mallory had loved her all the more for it.
They sorted through several more boxes when Mallory came across some of Sam’s boxes. “Hey, how did these get up here? I thought we had dealt with all your stuff?”
“Ahem…I kinda sneaked a few things through the hatch that I brought back from Canada . I didn’t want you thinking I was taking over your life completely when we got back from my mom’s.”
“Hmm, very sneaky, Mr. Canada. But seeing as I adore you I will let it go. And as a matter of fact, I don’t mind you taking over my life completely.”
“Thanks Miss Yorksherrr.” He rolled his ‘r’ in that way she loved.
“That certainly was a memorable trip.” Mallory paused, staring into space.
“Which one?”
“ Canada …seeing your mom of course.”
Placing his hand at the back of her head he pulled her face to his and kiss her deeply, “That’s because you agreed to marry me on that trip and made me the happiest man alive.”
“You made me the happiest woman alive by surprising me like that.”
They snuggled together in the loft and reminisced about July 2010 and their life
Mallory cringed, “Oh no. I haven’t been up there since I moved in. Not properly. I slide the Christmas decorations just inside the hatch every year but avoid going up there at all costs.”
He lowered his head through the hole in the ceiling, “Well, as they say, there is no time like the present! C’mon. Time for a clearout.”
Mallory groaned at the thought. Grabbing some black refuse sacks she climbed the ladder and pulled herself up beside Sam.
He handed her a box, “What’s in here I wonder…okay, Mallory’s school stuff is what it says. Should be interesting.” He pulled out a report card and laughed heartily.
“What? Oh no what have you found?” She snatched the card from his grasp and read aloud, “… Mallory has the potential to be a very bright girl, if she would only stop daydreaming long enough to apply herself .” She read in her poshest voice, mimicking Mrs. Gloria Sanders, her prim and proper high school English teacher.
“Hah! No change there, huh?” Sam poked her in the ribs, making her scream in shock and punch him on the arm in playful retaliation. “We have to keep these to show our children how not to behave.” He sniggered.
“Cheeky.” Mallory retorted dryly. “Ooh, what’s in this one? Aww, keepsakes.” She opened the lid and stared inside, “Oh wow, these are my mum’s things.” Mallory lifted her hand to her mouth. She placed the box between them so that Sam could see.
“Hey, I found a little photo of you as a toddler. So sweet. Look at your curls!”
“Oh, yes. My mum used to spend hours trying to tame my birds nest. Here’s one of me with my mum.”
“Hm, now I see why you ended up so darn gorgeous. She was a beautiful lady, Mally”
“She was…I miss her so much, Sam. I wish you could’ve met her.”
Sam pulled her to his side and kissed her hair before resting his head on hers, “I know baby, me too.”
“She would have loved you.”
“That’s ‘cause I’m so loveable.” He smiled, “I’m sure she and I would have been great friends.”
Mallory’s eyes began to sting, “The thought that she won’t be here to see her grandchildren, Sam…”
“Hey, hey, baby don’t cry.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, his own eyes becoming glassy, “We’ll make sure that our babies know all about all of their grandparents and how much they loved them even though they never met.”
Mallory sniffed and wiped her eyes, “Yes, we will.”
Eleanor, Mallory’s Mother had passed away when Mallory was fifteen after a long battle with illness. Her heartbroken Father, James, joined her a year later after never having recovered from losing his soul mate. Her Aunt Sylvia had taken over the role of parent, which usually consisted of frank conversations and blunt advice. But Mallory had loved her all the more for it.
They sorted through several more boxes when Mallory came across some of Sam’s boxes. “Hey, how did these get up here? I thought we had dealt with all your stuff?”
“Ahem…I kinda sneaked a few things through the hatch that I brought back from Canada . I didn’t want you thinking I was taking over your life completely when we got back from my mom’s.”
“Hmm, very sneaky, Mr. Canada. But seeing as I adore you I will let it go. And as a matter of fact, I don’t mind you taking over my life completely.”
“Thanks Miss Yorksherrr.” He rolled his ‘r’ in that way she loved.
“That certainly was a memorable trip.” Mallory paused, staring into space.
“Which one?”
“ Canada …seeing your mom of course.”
Placing his hand at the back of her head he pulled her face to his and kiss her deeply, “That’s because you agreed to marry me on that trip and made me the happiest man alive.”
“You made me the happiest woman alive by surprising me like that.”
They snuggled together in the loft and reminisced about July 2010 and their life
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