Also, I'd like to note that I do not own "Remington Steele" or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
(This story takes place directly after Laura and Remington's farce wedding to keep Remington from being deported as well as their "honeymoon" in Mexico. They must continue to appear happily wed so Remington isn't forced to leave the country by immigration.)
~*~Steele the Best : Chapter One~*~
Laura and Remington had been "married" less than one month. Laura was extremely nervous as her mother was coming by for a visit and she would be meeting Remington for the very first time. "Really, Laura. The apartment looks just fine," he said as she rearranged the coffee table for the fourth time.
"Everything should look perfect or Mother will complain," Laura replied. "So, how do I look?"
"Marvelous," he responded. "New dress?"
"Yes, Mother's favorite color. Red."
Just then, the doorbell rang. "Ohhh, no! It's her!" Laura gasped.
"Relax, Laura," Remington chuckled. "Everything looks fine."
The two of them went to answer the door. Remington pulled it open as Laura stood close beside him. He had taken her hand just to reassure her.
Remington was pleasantly surprised by Laura's mother. In her advanced age, she was still extremely pretty. Her dark hair with streaks of light gray was pulled back in a neat, yet not prim bun and her blue eyes were sparkling. In a way, she looked very much like Laura.
"Laura!" she said tearfully, hugging Laura fiercely. "My baby girl!"
"I missed you, Mother," Laura said.
"I missed you, too, dear," she responded. "And who's this? Your butler?"
Mrs. Holt was glaring at Remington disapprovingly. Remington shifted where he stood in discomfort under her piercing stare.
"No, Mother. This is my husband- Remington," Laura explained.
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Holt," Remington said with a smile, shaking Laura's mother's hand. "Laura has told me all about you."
Mrs. Holt glanced over at Laura and said, "He's handsome."
"Yes, he is," Laura agreed softly.
"I don't mean to take off this way, but I'm sure the two of you have lots of catching up to do, so I'm just going to go into the kitchen now and begin preparing dinner," Remington said before exiting the room.
Laura and her mother took a seat upon the couch to talk. "You mean he cooks?" her mother asked in amazement. "How did you manage that?"
"I can't cook to save my life and he's a great cook, so usually it's Remington who does all the cooking."
"Frances's husband never cooks," Mrs. Holt stated.
"There's a big difference between Donald and Remington, Mother," Laura said, beginning to get angry. As usual, her mother was comparing her sister's husband to Remington.
"Is there? Tell me, Laura... why did he finally marry you? You are pregnant, aren't you? I knew it!" Mrs. Holt insisted.
"No, Mother. I am not pregnant. We felt our relationship had hit a certain point when we felt it was time to get married."
"Why wasn't I asked to come to the wedding?" she asked Laura in a hurt voice.
"Well, Mother... it was a sudden thing. No one really came but our secretary."
"You invited your secretary, but not your own mother?" Mrs. Holt gasped in shock.
"Ohhh, Mother... don't be hurt. I swear, I would have invited you, but it happened so quickly. I didn't even have a proper wedding gown."
"Do you have any pictures of the wedding?"
"Well, no... but we did take one picture while on our honeymoon," Laura sighed.
"I tell you, Laura, you are so unorganized! What will you have to show your children?" Mrs. Holt scolded.
"Laura, will you come here a second?" Remington suddenly called out from the kitchen.
"Alright!" Laura hollered back.
Then to Mrs. Holt she said, "Excuse me a moment, Mother."
Laura entered the kitchen to see Remington standing at the stove stirring the vegetables. "How's everything going with your mother?" he asked.
"Not very well," Laura commented, rolling her eyes.
"You'll survive," he said with a chuckle.
A smile came to her face. "Something smells like food," she said as she glanced around the kitchen.
"Yes, I made a steak dinner, with vegetables and pudding," he told her.
"Mother will like that."
"Yoo hoo, Laura!" Mrs. Holt cried out, appearing in the kitchen.
Remington turned to smile at Mrs. Holt. "So, tell me, Laura... when are you having children?" Mrs. Holt prompted her daughter.
"Mrs. Holt, Laura and I haven't decided yet when we will have children," Remington spoke up, coming to Laura's rescue.
"Frances and Donald have three children," Mrs. Holt reminded.
"Yes, we know, Mother... but I don't have to follow in her footsteps. Remington and I have only been married about a month. Perhaps we would like some time alone together first before we make our major decisions."
"But Laura, you aren't getting any younger!"
"I'm only going to be twenty-eight!" Laura gasped.
Remington knew it would be best if he tried to ease the tension, so he said, "Well, ladies, dinner is finished now."
As they ate their dinner, Mrs. Holt commented to Laura, "He's a good cook."
"So, Mrs. Holt, how long do you plan to stay?" Remington politely asked.
"A week or two," replied Mrs. Holt. "I hope that won't be an inconvience."
"Ohhh... ohhhh no," Laura murmured as she gave Remington a secret look.
Laura walked into Remington's bedroom wearing a long white nightgown, a robe, and house slippers. He lay on the bed, reading a book. He took one look at her attire and chuckled.
"Got armor on under that, eh?" he teased.
Laura looked uneasy as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't like this sleeping arrangement," she complained.
"Well, you can't very well sleep on the couch with your mother. She might think that just a little strange. So, we're just going to have to keep this up until she leaves."
"I can't sleep in the same bed as you," Laura informed him.
"Why not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I just can't."
"Afraid you can't control yourself once you're in bed with me, eh?"
"Mr. Steele!" Laura squeeked.
"Is everything alright in there, Laura?" Mrs. Holt called out from the living room.
"Yes... yes, Mother. Everything's just fine," Laura called back nervously.
Just then the telephone rang upon Remington's nightstand. Laura made a run to answer it, but Remington said charmingly, "I'll get that, darling..."
Remington raised the receiver to his ear and said, "Hello."
"I'm going to kill your wife, Mr. Steele," a male voice threatened menacingly and then suddenly the line had gone dead.
A strange look on his face, Remington slowly replaced the receiver back onto it's hook. "Who was that?" asked Laura, seeing an odd expression cross his face.
"Wrong number," Remington replied. "Now turn off the light now, Laura. I suggest we get a good night's rest."
Quietly, Laura switched off the light. The room was almost-pitch dark as she pulled off her robe and climbed into the comfortable bed beside her "husband." In the near-darkness, Remington turned over to look at her.
"Don't I get a good night kiss, darling?" he whispered.
"Yes," she agreed. She softly kissed him, but Remington tugged her closer to deepen the kiss. He kissed her gently with a blend of respectable tenderness and a growing hunger.
Slowly then they pulled away to move to their own sides of the bed. "Sleep tight, darling," he murmured.
"Good night," Laura said with a yawn.