mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-11-26 17:35:00 |
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Isabella was enjoying her first real holiday with Micah. He'd gotten the day off because the club was closed and apparently even Max was too busy on Thanksgiving to require him for any of his 'other' services. So Isabella had gotten up early and had their dinner catered in since she loved Micah far too much to make him suffer through her attempt at cooking a turkey. They'd had their meal at lunch and packed up the rest to bring to her mother who would no doubt be alone since her father had to spend the holidays with his 'real' family.
They walked into Lysette's room into the extended care unit to find her in an elaborate silk robe, a blonde Marilyn Monroe wig, and more make up than a clown, although it wasn't that ridiculous looking. Isabella's brows arched and Lysette giggled like a school girl.
"Don't you love me as a blonde?" she tittered, probably from the pain medication pumping through the I.V. attatched to her left hand. "It's like Halloween every day! They brought me a wig catalog and I just ordered one of everything. I've got a pink one that makes me look like Lil' Kim!"
Isabella laughed and beside her Micah chuckled too. "Well I think you look just gorgeous, Mom," Isabella said as she walked over to sit on the edge of Lysette's bed and give her a hug. Under the smell of perfume and fake hair and make up, her mother smelled like a hospital and was entirely too frail in her arms. Isabella squeezed her tighter, knowing what that meant but trying not to think about it.
"Thank you, Darling. And aren't you sweet, bringing me dinner like that." Lysette said, breaking Isabella out of her internal musings. She leaned back in time to watch as Lysette looked to Micah and gave him a warm smile, eyes lighting up. "And you've finally brought back the gorgeous boyfriend! Come over here and let me hug you, handsome," Lysette said, holding out her arms.
Isabella moved out of the way as Micah smiled and walked over, stooping to take Lysette carefully in his arms and looking like his shoulders were wider than the whole bed as Lysette's frail arms wound around his neck in a friendly, motherly hug.
"Wonderful to see you, Lys," Micah's deep voice rumbled as he gently let go of her and stood up.
"Wonderful to see you too, Micah," Lysette replied. "My Bella looks entirely happy. You've been taking good care of her."
Micah gave a courtly nod. "I would do nothing less," he said with a warm smile.
Lysette blinked, her smile never wavering but the look in her eyes changing slightly. "Good. She needs that."
Isabella cleared her throat. "Well are you hungry, mom? I had something catered in and it's amazing."
"Sure, sure," Lysette said, sitting up higher against the pillows and pulling a little bed table in front of her. "Thanksgiving dinner sounds delicious."
Isabella prepared her mother a plate and She and Micah sat down beside the bed, laughing and talking with Lysette as she moved the food around on her plate and nibbled here and there, but never really ate much. She laughed and joked as she always did, but it was apparent to Isabella for the first time in a long time that she wasn't getting better. Not really. She looked horribly tired and dreadfully frail, and even the caked on make up couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.
She blinked back the tears, thankful her mother was looking at Micah as he told a story about surfing in Hawaii, and without missing a beat, Micah's hand found her's on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. Isabella squeezed back, so thankful for him and for the time she had left with her mother.