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Quiet Thoughts

Betty, Stephen and Stephanie relaxed on a thick quilt under a sprawling tree on the commons. They had just finished enjoying a picnic lunch of sandwiches and fruit. Stephanie lay on her belly sleeping, freshly diapered and nursed. A warm breeze caressed them. Stephen reclined on his back, leaned against the tree trunk, his hands laced behind his head and his long legs stretched out. Betty curled next to him, her head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat.

"At times I really miss my mum," she sighed, breaking the silence, "She would have loved Stephanie! She would have liked you, too. Oh, she was such a

lovely lady! She liked to laugh and have a drink every now and again. I really miss her."

"Mmm-hmm," he responded sympathetically.

"I wish my father could have seen me become a father. I think he would be proud," he smiled longingly; "It makes me sad that I probably won't live to see

Stephanie get married."

"Sweetie, my parents didn't see me get married and I was nineteen," she stated, "We'll just have to enjoy our children for as long as we have with them."

"You're right. I guess I was feeling my mortality."

He lifted her chin to his and kissed her tenderly.

"You know, five years ago, if someone would have said that I would be divorced from Vivienne and remarried to you, and have 2 children and be absolutely happy, I would have thought they'd gone completely mad!"

"Are you absolutely happy, Stephen?"

"Absolutely! I feel like I'm flying."

He held her tightly and stared dreamily at the billowy clouds drifting by.

"So, what shall we name this baby?" she asked, putting her hand on her belly.

"I was thinking we could name the baby after my mother if it's a girl. I like the name Katherine. Your name again as her middle name: Elizabeth."

"And if it's a boy?"

"After my father- Maurice. And one of my middle names for his middle name- Anthony. I kind of blew the 'Stephen Junior' idea by naming Stephanie after me!"

She pondered a moment, "Maurice Anthony Peacock. I like that. Katherine Elizabeth Peacock. You do pick pretty names for our babies. Well done, Love!"


Moving Day

The wall phone rang in the warehouse at Woodward & Lothrop.

"Peacock!" Mel called out over the din of forklifts and the cardboard bailing machine.

"Yes, sir?" Stephen answered, walking briskly to the phone.

"Phone for ya!"

"Thank you," he said, taking the receiver and wiping it off with his handkerchief, "Captain Peacock speaking."

"Captain Peacock, this is Mr. Wickham, your landlord."

"Yes, sir?"

"The end unit which you and your wife inquired about has been completely renovated and is ready for you to move in, if you're still interested."

"Oh, yes, sir! Betty will be most pleased! Thank you!" he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since we're going to completely refurbish your flat, you are only required to sweep, mop and wipe down the work tops and, of course, remove all rubbish."

"Yes, sir."

"You can pick up and sign for the keys at the office in the morning."

"Yes, sir. That will be fine. Thank you again," he cradled the receiver.

"What wazzat all about?" Mel asked.

"My new flat is ready for move-in! We can pick up the keys in the morning."

"Ya need help movin' in?"

Humbly Stephen nodded. He didn't feel comfortable asking for help, even after working with the same crew for over two years.

"We can all muck in and help ya wit'cher move! Hey up, you lot! Gather round!" Mel bellowed.

The men assembled.

"Peacock and 'is missus're movin' this weekend. Who can he count on to help?"

They all raised their hands. Stephen felt his face grow hot. He looked down demurely and smiled tightly, "Thank you."


They arrived at 8 am. Betty had brewed a pot of strong coffee and had started a Lancashire hot pot for her and Stephen's dinner. Stephen and

Colin disassembled the bed frame and Mel and Paul carried the pieces to the new flat.

They moved the heaviest pieces of furniture first. Betty tended to Stephanie.

"Oh, she is beautiful!" Richard mused, "Stephen, you sure this is your baby? She's very pretty!"

He shot back an indignant look, "She gets her beauty from her mother!"

Stephen stepped over to Betty. Gently he kissed her cheek. She touched his arm.

"Awww, innat sweet?" Paul teased, "C'mon, let's get this lot shifted!"

Betty looked at Stephen fretfully, feeling overwhelmed at the thought of twenty plus years of household items being moved in short order.

He gave her a reassuring look, "Don't worry, Dear, we can put the house back together slowly."


Four hours later, they had the entire house moved. They assembled the bed and Stephanie's cot in their respective rooms so they at least had somewhere to sleep.

"Credit where it's due, our bedroom is on an outside wall! No more disturbing the neighbors."

"Oh, thank heavens for that," she said dryly. He nudged her playfully and she nudged him back, peering at him out of the corners of her eyes. He pursed his lips at her seductively, looking at her from under his brows.

"You know what they say, Mrs. Peacock," Colin ribbed," New house, new baby!"

She made a face, "It's a little late for that don'cha think?" she said sarcastically.

"We're going to kip down to Ike and Sam's; I'm taking them for a nosh and a round for helping us," Stephen announced, "You'll be fine with me gone a bit?"

"Yes, we'll be quite fine," Betty reassured him, "You go and enjoy yourself! Dinner will be waiting for when you get back."

"I won't be gone that long!" he chuckled.

She kissed his cheek and he bent over and kissed the top Stephanie's head. Stephen and his workmates departed for the pub.


Music To Her Ears

Stephen woke up a few minutes before his alarm was to go off. He leaned over and flicked the top of the clock. Not fast enough!

"Trrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnn" the bell rang. He jumped up, grabbed the clock off the nightstand, and stuffed it under his pillow. He then reached over and flipped the bedside lamp on . Betty rolled over and tittered.

"I'm sorry, Darling," he whispered.

"I don't mind waking up to that noise…"

"Uh-Oh, did I snore again last night?" he asked worriedly. He had been keeping Betty up most nights. She'd kicked him and nudged him; he would roll over and sleep quietly, but it took Betty a long time to settle in and fall back asleep only to have Stephanie wake up screaming shortly thereafter.

"Mmm-Hmm," she smiled sleepily, nodding.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"If you're snoring and I can hear it, it means you are home with me. It means you've worked an honest day and you're tired. It means I have a husband."

He smiled lovingly, touched her dark purple hair, leaned over, and kissed her. She snaked her hand down his boxers and grabbed his bum.

His eyebrows shot up and he gave her a look of shock and surprise, "Hey, what's your game?"

She rubbed the inside of his leg with her foot and laughed sexily. He snapped the light off.


Baby Angel

Stephen sat silently on the settee holding Stephanie. She was asleep in his arms and he swaddled her protectively. He studied her tiny face, her cherubic features, the shape of her button nose, the way her eyebrows raised and lowered in her sleep. He adored her little cleft chin and the little chewing movements she made. He gently traced her chin and brushed his long finger along her cheek. A loving smile played upon his lips. He inhaled deeply, drinking in her familiar scent. Betty stood in the kitchen doorway and proudly watched her husband as he treasured this special time with his daughter. He gazed over at her, his trance broken, and smiled dreamily.

Betty moved over to the settee and quietly sat down next to them. She smiled at Stephen, her heart full.

"Do you ever think of her?" she whispered.

"Whom?"

"Your baby. The one you found that day."

"Yes. Often. I wonder if I've been given two because of that one. I like to think she's looking down on us."

"Does Stephanie look like her?"

"No, thank goodness."

Stephen continued to marvel at his baby daughter, riveted by the wonder that he had helped create this innocent little one. He contemplated the upcoming new baby and how blessed he was to have been given this chance at fatherhood. He turned to look at Betty, who was watching him, and smiled.


Love Letter

Stephen stood at the worktop in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee next to him, an old envelope and a pencil in hand. Enamored, he thought about Betty.

He licked the lead tip of the pencil and began scrawling.

"Dearest Betty,

I don't remember what day it was. I didn't notice what time it was. All I know is that I fell in love with you, and if all my dreams come true, I'll be spending time

with you. Every day's a new day, in love with you. With each day comes a new way of loving you. Every time I kiss your lips, my mind starts to wander. And if all my

dreams come true I'll be spending time with you. I love you more today than yesterday. But not as much as tomorrow." **

He smiled and set the note on the worktop under the coffee carafe. He opened the kitchen door, stepped into the garden and snapped up a bright yellow

dandelion and placed it in a glass of water and set it on the worktop.

He slid his arms into his coat, popped his hat on his head, stepped into his shoes, and walked out to catch his bus.

** Spiral Staircase


No Restrictions

Betty sat in front of her vanity applying cold cream to her face and her homemade salve to her belly. She had just had her bath and brushed her hair, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed in only a bra and panties.

Stephen, freshly showered and shaved, stepped out of the bathroom draped in a towel. He walked up behind Betty, leaned over, and wrapped his arms

around her lovingly.

She reached up and touched his cheek, "Ooh, you're all smooth," she purred.

He kissed her ear and breathily whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too," she turned her face to his and kissed him.

"May I?" he asked, indicating the jar of salve.

"Mmm-Hmm. I've got these stretch marks…ooohh, they're awwwful," she drawled.

"I put them there! They're like a badge of honor," he stated proudly. He reached for the jar and scooped out some salve with his fingers. He rubbed it

between his hands and caressed her swollen belly. The baby moved under his hands and he smiled contentedly. Betty closed her eyes and moaned softly as he nuzzled her neck and gently nipped her shoulder.

"Mmmm…You smell lovely," he crooned sensually.

He reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere, unfettering her breasts; he gave them a playful toss and bit his lip.

"Come, let's go lay down," he suggested, hugging her.

"Now?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Mmm-hmm. There are no restrictions on it."

He ran his hands down her belly and rested them on her thighs. Impishly, he slid his hand into the front of her panties. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he kissed her neck.


He took her from behind and pressed hot kisses on her back. Holding tightly to her hips, he rhythmically undulated against her. He moaned her name in

throaty gasps on her back. Her breath caught in her throat and she loudly whimpered his name and dug her nails in his thighs. In short order they both

shuddered and moaned breathlessly, passion surging through them.

He laughed, panting, "We came off together that time! We've not done that before! Oh, God, it was grand, Love!"

Her breath came in short gasps and she nestled in close against his chest. She lay there enraptured, delighting in the afterglow and his warm embrace.

They lay there in each other's arms until sleep claimed them.


Necessary Roughness

Betty and Stephanie sat in the bleachers watching Stephen and the Wood Chucks play against the Kings from Harrod's. Stephanie sat perched on Betty's lap, leaning back against her mother's swollen belly. Betty was about 8 months into her pregnancy and was enjoying the unseasonably mild July. The sky was overcast and the temperatures were tolerable.

The score was 8 to 11, Wood Chucks. Stephen intercepted a pass by one of the Kings and headed down the field. Betty squealed, held Stephanie's hands, and they clapped. Stephen deftly maneuvered around his opponents. Betty watched lovingly as her husband played, running with the speed and agility of a much younger man. She admired his long, pale legs and his chiseled bum. All eyes were on him as he powered further down the field. There were hoots and cheers from the crowd as he ran as if he were the only one on the field. He was within striking distance of the goal and it seemed he would score an easy shot when out of nowhere, one of the Kings' men charged toward Stephen to challenge him. He was almost twice Stephen's size and he ran at him full force, colliding with him. Stephen reeled backwards and slammed onto the ground, landing his back, the air knocked out of him.

Betty's heart dropped. She jumped up with Stephanie in her arms, "STEPHEN!" she screamed. Everything went in slow motion as the referee blew the

whistle and the Wood Chucks ran to their downed man. Stephen lay still.

Betty's eyes welled up, she scooped Stephanie in one arm, and she climbed down the bleachers and ran onto the field. Stephanie bobbed up and down on

her mother's arm; Betty held her belly with the other arm.

"Ma'am! You can't go on the field!" one of the officials warned her, waving his arms.

"That's my husband in the grass over there!" she shrieked.

"They'll be bringing him here. The doc is headed out to him," he said pointing at the team doctor who was running to Stephen's aid.

Betty sat down heavily. Her lower lip trembled and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Stephanie faced her Mummy and blew a raspberry. Betty laughed through her tears and she could feel her belly tighten. The doc waved something under Stephen's nose; Betty could see him shake his head. She breathed a loud sigh of relief and could hear others around her do the same. The crowd cheered.

Richard and Paul picked Stephen up off the ground in a fireman's carry. She saw Stephen's feet pedaling as they walked toward her. As they approached, she could see a little blood around the corner of Stephen's mouth and she began crying again. Betty stood up as Richard and Paul brought Stephen to her. Still holding Stephanie, she threw her arm around Stephen and kissed him. They held fast to him. The doc strode up behind them.

Disoriented, he tried to focus on her. He could see she was crying.

"Why, Betty," he started, "You do love me!"

He chuckled to try to ease the situation a bit.

"You don't think I'd be havin' babies at 47 years old if I didn't love you, you daft man!"

"Sit down, Peacock!" the doc ordered. Stephen immediately obeyed. He sat down on the bench next to Betty and Stephanie. The baby reached for her Daddy and he patted the top of her head, leaned over, and kissed her. She grabbed at his face.

"Darling, are you alright?" Betty asked. He nodded slightly.

The doc opened his bag and took out a small flashlight, flipped it on, and waved it back and forth in Stephen eyes. Richard and Paul watched as their teammate was attended to. They sympathetically looked at Betty and the baby.

"Good. I was worried you might have had a concussion! That was a nasty hit you took out there."

Stephen's tongue dabbed the blood at the corner of his mouth. Betty reached into her handbag, retrieved a tissue, and touched it to his lip.

"I must have bitten the inside of my cheek. I'm alright. Sweetheart, don't cry!" he soothed.

"You were lying on the ground and you weren't moving," she said blankly.

He turned to her and smiled humbly, "I've never had anyone worry about me before."

She cupped his cheek with her hand, "I love you; of course I worry!"

He put both hands up to her face and kissed her. Then, pulling back, he placed a warm hand on her round belly. Betty's blue eyes danced as a kicked bumped against Stephen's hand. He looked at her abdomen and watched in wonder as his child moved within her.

"It won't be much longer!" he said excitedly, eyebrows raised.

"Don't remind me!" she groaned.

Stephanie leaned toward him and fussed until he took her in his arms. She straddled his leg and Stephen wrapped his arms around her and gently rocked his little daughter. Betty looped her arm through his and leaned against him. He planted a kiss on top of Betty's head, smiling dreamily.

"Now this is how I always imagined family life would be," he mused, sighing softly.

The game resumed and Stephen sat out and enjoyed the rest of the game as a spectator.

Betty spotted the man who slammed into Stephen running down the field. Number 27. She leapt to her feet and gave chase, running down the field after him.

The referees from both sides blew their whistles, but Betty waddled on, oblivious to their signals. She called out his number and he turned round laughing.

"You! You there, Number 27…I want a word with you!"

"Lady get off the field! You'll get trampled and you don't look like you're in any condition to get trampled!" the startled player called to her.

Stephen stood up and yelled for her to come back, but his words blew away in the soft warm breeze, "Oh, no, Steffie, your Mum is about to do herself a mischief!"

Betty marched right up to him, unflinching, "You knocked my husband down!" she glared, nostrils flaring.

"It's part of the game, Lady! It's necessary roughness. It happens. He looks like he'll be alright!"

Betty shoved his chest with both hands, knocking the young man on his bum.

"Next time, pick on someone your own size!" she growled and stormed off the field.


A Visit From The Former Mrs. Peacock

Vivienne decided to pay Stephen a visit at Woodward & Lothrop. It had been almost 3 years since the divorce and she wanted to rile him up and appeal to

him for more maintenance money. She arrived in the warehouse just before 9, as Stephen's department would be going on coffee break at that time.

"Peacock!" Mel called, "You 'ave a visitor!"

Stephen excitedly rushed to the staging area, thinking his Betty had come to visit. He stopped in his tracks, did a double-take and his face dropped when he

discovered Vivienne.

"Who'zzat?" Paul whispered.

"The Wicked Witch of the West End!" replied Colin, "His ex."

"I'da left that for Betty also!" Paul whispered and chuckled.

"He didn't leave. Stop gossiping! And quit staring!" Colin admonished.

Stephen stood still, bracing himself, "Vivienne, what brings you here?"

"This is the type of job you deserve to have- mucking in with the dregs! I saw your missus and your love child at the football game the other day," she said viciously, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but she looks to be expecting again! Just couldn't leave her alone, could you?"

Stephen bristled. His eyes bugged out and he frowned, his forehead deeply furrowed.

"Jealous much?" Colin retorted. The others started grumbling and protesting. They all loved Betty and Stephanie and they were happy for the upcoming new baby. She sneered at them.

"Your point is…?" Stephen asked defensively, clenching his teeth, anger seething just under the surface.

"Love child?" Mel snapped, "Lady, you're daft!" He turned to Stephen, "I'm sorry Peacock; I thought she was here on business."

"Oh, I am here on business. My solicitor will be contacting you in regards to increasing my maintenance checks. I can't live on the pittance you're sending now."

"Then get a job!" Stephen snarled, turned and walked away, eyes blazing and jaw squared.

"Richard, kindly escort this woman out of here," Mel instructed and trailed off after Stephen.

Vivienne cackled as she walked out of the area, "You lot will be on the dole when I'm done! I'll see you in court! "

"I'll see you in hell!" he muttered under his breath.

"You're a bigger man than me, Peacock!" Mel admired, "I would have told her where to get off!"

"That's what she wants. She used to come to Grace Brothers and make a scene at least once a week. I'm sorry you had to see that," Stephen said quietly, embarrassed.

"A'ight, you lot!" Mel called out, "Break time!"

They filed into the break room and helped themselves to coffee and cheese buns. Stephen stirred his coffee slowly, his anger subsiding. He silently

contemplated the scenario that had just played out in front of his co-workers.

"Anything I can do to help ya, Stephen," Richard offered, "I'll do!"

"Me too!" chimed Colin.

"I got'cher back, Stephen," Jack piped up.

"Count me in also!" nodded Paul.

Stephen nodded slightly, "Thanks. I thought I had finally seen the back of her at the divorce hearing. She's got a personality like a bad weather report."

"That was right rude of her to refer to Steffie as your love child. That baby is beautiful!," Mel stated.

"She can't stand to see me happy; she was just trying to provoke me to say something cross. I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction," Stephen sipped his coffee and broke off a piece of the bun.

"If you need a little more time to collect yourself, go ahead and take it," Mel said sympathetically.

"I'm alright. Thank you."