AFFECTION

TWENTY TWO

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The CWA representative, Mrs. Clinton observed carefully the luxurious penthouse and her eyes occasionally fell on the uneasy looking couple. The child of concern was sitting on his father's lap like it is his throne chair and occasionally waving at the old lady.

She looked back at the couple, David and Hope. David's palm was resting on Hope's thighs as he played with her fingers.

"Would you like to have breakfast with us Ma'am?", Hope asked politely with a kind smile on her face.

The lady, for the first time since the last forty minutes showed a curve on her lips.

"Call me Garcia. And thank you for the offer Hope but I usually eat at 8 so I had my breakfast before coming here."

Hope nodded smilingly, "So what can I do for you Garcia?"

The old Lady shook her head, "Nothing much. For now, I'd like to see my room."

David nodded, and handed over Oliver to Hope, "I'll go and show Garcia her room."

She nodded smilingly in reply while he gently glided his finger on her cheek, standing up. They were acting like a typical newly married couple who can't stay a moment without seeing each other. And the old observant lady was taking note of each and every action.

"Come Garcia... should I help you?", David asked in his cheerful voice.

Garcia liked the vibe surrounding this young couple. One could see the positive air filling this room. And the child seemed happy here. However, she refrained from reaching any conclusion. One needs time to differentiate between facade and reality.

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"The lady seems kind. Not as cruel as Jefferson portrayed.", Hope whispered in his ears as she continued stirring his soup.

He nodded and whispered back, "But we still can't take risks."

Both of them agreed on that. Oliver was taking his nap in his room and the baby monitor was in David's hands as he continued looking at his baby carefully.

"You know you can keep that aside for a while. It will signal you when there will be a disturbance in the room.", She suggested him, amused at his over conscious self.

"What if he wakes up and sneakily tries to run away?"

Hope rolled her eyes, "You are acting like he is an animal in your captivity. He's fine. And he can't be sneaky. He's your son."

That comforted David and he kept the baby monitor aside but not too far from them.

He then turned to Hope who was cooking happily.

"May I help?"

"Help in increasing my work??", She asked with a raised eyebrow.

He looked away, "I am not 'that' bad."

"You are exactly 'that' bad. Wait and entertain me while I cook."

He glared at her, "Entertain you!? What am I? Your toy?"

She smiled to herself and got busy in cutting the tofu into small pieces. She needed to make sure his health is not compromised in all this ruckus going on. Eric always makes sure he asks her about his ongoing treatment. She is afraid to disappoint him.

She picked a spoon and gathered some hot soup in it, and blew air so as to cool it.

"Here taste this...", She forwarded the spoon to his mouth and he gladly put the spoon in his mouth.

"Hmmm...", He moaned at the taste, "You are a perfect wife material Hope."

Just as he said this, both of them felt a sense of Deja Vu. A incident similar as this long back clouding their memory simultaneously.