Orphan in Limbo

First Date (2)

"Mmm, it's so delicious!" The former man of the cloth emphasized the adjective delicious by pronging with the fork the baked potatoes with garlic by putting them in his mouth as its lukewarm silverware eating tool barely brushed his berry-coloured, damp lips as they were salivating to savor its mouth-watering dish. "We did a great job doing this." He resumed his utterance by sipping his scotch glass of cognac as its sinful, enticing fragrance of the alcoholic beverage reached the middle-aged lady's sensitive nose.

"We did it! I couldn't be more proud of ya, sweetheart!" The blonde retaliated in encougaring manner by sipping her glass of lukewarm water by resurrecting her dry throat after a few hours of not consuming liquid. "I hope Odette has a great time with this gentleman."

"Who doesn't hope? Of course, I believe she will have a spectacular time with him since she likes him a lot and she has talked about him a several times."

"Let's not forget, the person who talks about Kit, therefore she blushes every time we bring the topic about him and she giggles like a typical schoolgirl." The former sister of the church didn't miss the chance to say it in a jeering manner as the both adults couldn't repress sniggers, tickling the corners of their mouths. 

"She's in love with him which is particularly true! Don't you remember you were like that when we fell in love with each other?" Girlish, demure giggle zinged from her damp rosy-coloured lips.

"I do! It was just unexplainable for me how it did happen to me since I've always had bad luck with guys. Probably God gifted me for my perseverance in return for my patience." She pronged a couple of baked potatoes with carrots and onions by masticating them within seconds afterwards. 

"God always answers our prayers, Judy! It's just rarely the answer we're looking for." The younger man cautioned softly as his bottom lip curled, quoting his wife's mother words which imprinted in his mind like a scar of wisdom. 

"Yeah! That's what my mothah said about the prayers and the answers. God knows always what we want but he graces us with it, due to our patience or persistence." Wry grin bloomed on her lips by sipping her glass of cool, fresh water again. "And we both know very well Odette has always wished she could have a gentleman, who'd respect her and her needs, no matter what she has been through and she used to be years ago."

"That's the goal of every mature or misunderstood lady! She's lucky she isn't dating some boys at her age."

"Well, there are some decent boys around her age, however, they're so rare." In the meantime, Jude heaved a jaded sigh from the top of her frail lungs by nibbling on her bottom, plumpish lip as she darted her eyes to the scrumptious dish by fearing of muddling the kitchen table's blanket. All of a sudden, another baby kick hit her as her solely free hand lowered to the pregnant belly, her fingers kneading its fabric which covered the swollen and unconditionally sensitive body area for a woman in almost final trimester. "Oh shit! This little sweet ray of sunshine doesn't like the baked potatoes with vanilla and garlic."

"Who knows? He may prefer something else which his Mommy eats."

The middle-aged mother set free a husky, light chuckle. "For example coq-au-vin?"

"It has been a week since we ate it and the baby kicked all over again like crazy as he didn't like it at all."

"He might like it better than the baked potatoes with vanilla and garlic." The former holy woman said in teasing way as irony lingered, waxed each word of hers which she has uttered. "He's prone to be secretly a vampire since it's apparent he has dislike for garlic." Another baby kick at the mention of the key word garlic twice caused her double violent kicks as she gasped in pain, leaving the silver fork in her plate by clinking raucously as it contacted the flimsy plate. "Aww, my sweet ray of sunshine! Everything is fine. Mommy's just having a dinner with yar wonderful Daddy and we just got in a discussion, mentoning your name." She added by mumbling mellowly to the unborn child which grew inside her. In the interim, Timothy's smile rapidly grew as he watched his wife talking to their unborn child even caressing its 5th month pregnant belly, nurturing him with maternal love, attention and baby talk which every unborn baby even an infant hankers for.