“Rosanne?” A woman with fiery red hair and brilliant green eyes calls from inside an unusually large office. She sits at her desk furiously typing on her computer.
A short woman piddles into her office, heavily pregnant “Yes?”
“I urgently requested a background check. Has it been faxed over yet?
“The background check on…?” Rosanne wrinkles her nose, confused.
“On a Mr.…?” she stops short, ruffling through papers. “…a Mr. Joe Jefferson?”
“Ah, yes!” Rosanne scuttles out of the office. She comes back, walking fast. “Here you are.” She hands the papers over.
“Thank you.” She goes back to typing and ruffling through papers. The woman at the desk, who seems very important, is Ruby Carson. After attending Harvard and attaining her Masters of Law degree, she applied at the McKenzie law firm. After working for the company for five years she became one of the top lawyers and has never lost a case. She’s ruthless and one of the best god damn lawyers you’ll ever meet; just don’t tell her I said that.
The day comes to a close and Ruby finishes up. She adjusts her many papers piled on her desk into neat piles, grabs her briefcase, and calls it a day. She wears a grey pantsuit with a white ruffled blouse underneath and classic black Jimmy choos. She long hair is curled and tied in a high pony tail. Her makeup looks effortless – black winged eyeliner and smoky eyes paired with a nude lip.
“See you tomorrow, Rosanne.” Ruby gives a small wave, stopping at her receptionist’s desk.
“We still on her coffee?” Rosanne asks, looking up from her computer screen.
“Yes, absolutely!” Ruby smiles, wide and sincere. “It will be more of a tea date, I suppose.”
“Yeah, can’t have coffee with this little monster growing inside me.” Rosanne chuckles and rubs her belly. “It was a tough change; I used to be a caffeine addict. Had five cups a day. It took a bit of getting used to. What did you have to give up while you were pregnant?”
“With my first, little Kit, I had to give up sushi. At the time, I would have sushi everyday for lunch. With Evelyn, it was deli meats – course they recommend to avoid that completely. The things we do for our kids; I tell ‘ya…” Ruby shakes her head playfully.
“Right?” Rosanne says.
“When you going on mat-leave?”
“I’m gonna miss you. My replacement won’t be able to master your prowess.”
“Ruby, tell me more about how amazing I am.” Rosanne bats her eyelashes at Ruby.
Ruby laughs. “If I do I’ll be late picking up my kids. I don’t want those bitchy mothers at daycare nominating me for worst mother of the year award. Jessica Miller picked up her kids late one day and those ladies completely shunned her. It was ugly.”
“They sound awful.”
“They are. I’m glad I’m only forced to hang out with them once a month. Any more than that and I think I would develop an ulcer from the social stress.”
“And I thought you were an extrovert.”
“I am but with people like that I just wish I was an introvert.” Ruby sighs and snorts. “Anyway, gotta run.”
“Alright. Say hi to the hubby for me?”
Ruby nods and scurries off.
~ ~ ~
Ruby sits in traffic in her blue mini-van. The radio plays quietly in the background and both Evelyn and Kit sit in their car seats in the back. Kit lightly kicks the back of Ruby’s seat.
Ruby laughs roughly. “Hey there mister, stop that!” She swings one arm around and grabs one of Kit’s feet, giving it a light shake.
“Hey!” Kits says, and laughs playfully – a high shrilled sound. He kicks his feet like he’s trying to swim very fast. Ruby quickly retreats her arm, realizing the danger of the situation and places both of her hands firmly on the steering wheel. Traffic slowly begins to move forward.
Kit has green eyes and brown hair – he looks a little more like his dad than his mom. He’s three years old and a bit of a handful, full of energy. Evelyn is a year old and has platinum blond hair and icy blue eyes. She’s more calm than her brother but a bit clingy. Though Ruby doesn’t mind the dozens of cuddles from her little girl.
Evelyn sings quietly to her self, and looks quizzically out the window.
“Whatcha singing, Ev?” Ruby asks, looking at her daughter through her rear-view mirror.
“Um…” Evelyn says in her high baby doll voice, turning to face forward. “Twinkle wittle stwar!” She exclaims, a proud expression on her face.
“That’s a good one! Did you learn that in daycare today?” Ruby smiles.
“Yeah! I weally like that one.”
“Can I hear you sing it?”
“Otay.” Evelyn pauses for a moment. “Twinkle, twinkle wittle stwar. How wonder what you are. Up ‘bove world so high. Like a diamond in sky.”
“Wow! That’s so beautiful, Ev!”
Evelyn giggles and wrinkles her nose up as she smiles.
“Did you learn anything new today, my little monster?” Ruby asks, turning her gaze to Kit.
“Not really.” Kit says, slightly rolling his eyes and offering a sigh. “Oh!” Kit exclaims.
“What?” Ruby says enthusiastically.
“I made a new friend!” Kit smiles widely.
“That’s wonderful honey! What’s his name?”
“Mooom!” Kit says, exasperated. “It’s not a boy. It a girl!”
“A girl? Oh, well what’s her name then?”
“Do you want to have a playdate with her sometime?”
“Oh yes pluease, mommy!” Kit raises a fist in the air.
Ruby chuckles to her herself and turns up the music on the radio.
“Hey Evelyn, its your favourite song!”
Treasure by Bruno Mars starts to play.
“Oh wow, mummy. How’d you know?”
“I didn’t the radio started to play it, sweetie!”
“Tank you radio!”
~ ~ ~
Three out of the four Carson family members pull into the driveway of their house. Ruby shuts off the ignition and gets out of the car, unbuckling her kids from their car-seats. Kit jumps down by himself, a race car in hand. He promptly kneels on the pavement and begins playing, making loud vroom noises. Ruby lifts Evelyn from her car seat and places her carefully on the ground. She offers her finger and Evelyn promptly grabs hold.
“No, no. Common, Kit.” Ruby calls over her shoulder. “You’re going to get all dirty.” She grimaces a little.
“But, I wanna play, mommy.” Kit groans.
“You can play inside, okay sweetie? I’ll even let you have a snack before supper.”
“Well, okay…” Kit says reluctantly, but is more enticed by the promise of a snack than anything. He gets up roughly and runs after his mom and sister. Ruby opens the door and Kit races in between her legs, through the barrier.
“Careful, Kit!” Ruby exclaims, startled. “Take off your shoes, please.”
Kit plops himself down and works at taking off his velcro shoes.
“Common, Ev.” Ruby says patiently.
“What is it, honey?”
“Look at those pretty flowers. Are those for me?” Evelyn says, pointing at a bouquet of flowers leaning against the side of their house. Ruby raises an eyebrow and quickly grabs them.
“I’m sure they are.” Ruby plays along. “I don’t think anybody would get me flowers except your dad.” She scurries Evelyn inside and shuts the door. She sighs, exhausted by trying to get her kids inside. She helps Evelyn take off her shoes and grabs both of her kid’s granola bars to munch on.
While they are distracted, she takes a closer look at the bouquet. They are daisies, every flower beautiful and perfect. Ruby narrows her eyebrows. She looks for a note or a card and after some time, she finally finds a small card hidden among the flowers.
The card simply reads: From your secret admirer.
“Huh.” Ruby says out-loud. For some reason, an uneasily feeling sits in her stomach like she had swallowed a stone.
“Well, are the for me, mommy?” Evelyn says optimistically, chocolate smeared all over her face.
“They are. I’m going to put them in a vase just for you.”
Evelyn squeals happily and takes another small bite of her granola bar.
Ruby fills a vase with water and roughly shoves the daisy’s in, placing them on the center of the dinner table.
Obviously this isn’t finished. I was thinking of turning this in to a darker story, if you couldn’t already tell. Slowly chipping away at it between when I have days off from work. But, when I do get days off from work I don’t feel to need to write or feel inspired to do so. Which sucks – sometimes that means I have to force myself to write and as I am trying to write I get inspired. Its the strangest thing.
Song of the day:
The Worst Guys – Childish Gambino