“Love & Friendship”, Ch. 21: Kaitlyn has Kensington Family Time on Sunday, 1/21/13 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #348)

“Love & Friendship”, Ch.  21:  Kaitlyn has Kensington Family Time on Sunday, 1/21/13 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #348)

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[From time to time, I will illustrate my story with my “ideal” actors cast in these roles:

British actor Richard Armitage and American actress Diane Lane, the 1940’s child actress Margaret O’Brien as Kaitlyn, Alfre Woodward as Social Worker Marla Washington, and others.]   [(1ab) Story Logo]

Author’s Mature Content Note:  “Love & Friendship” is a romantic love story set amidst contemporary times.  As such there will be some passages in this story involving heartfelt love scenes or other sauciness (R rated) and some passages involving highly dramatic moments.  I will label the maturity rating of those chapters accordingly.  Otherwise, the general rating for this story is PG or PG-13 due to mature situations and topics.  If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read those chapters.  This is my disclaimer.

Author’s Recap:   Lydia, Robert, and their new foster daughter Kaitlyn have a wonderful time at Saturday evening’s Pediatric AIDS and Foster home benefit.  Kaitlyn is resplendent in a new pink velvet dress they bought her.  Lydia and Robert also buy her two dollies just for her at the silent auction.  They are exhausted when they get home Saturday evening and Kaitlyn falls fast asleep.

“Love & Friendship”, Ch.  21:  Kaitlyn has Kensington Family time on Sunday

Just in case, when Lydia gets up in the middle of the night on Saturday to Sunday to visit the bathroom, she checks on Kaitlyn and helps her go to the potty, too.  Kaitlyn is so tired herself, that she then sleeps peacefully all night long—with no fears or worries about being in a new place.  And, it helps that Lydia rises early around 7:00am and goes into Kaitlyn’s room and checks again to see if she wants to go potty again.  Kaitlyn does and Lydia helps Kaitlyn wash her face and brush her teeth.  Lydia also gives Kaitlyn her morning HIV medications—that Lydia keeps in her own bedroom closet on a high shelf for safety reasons.  Then, Lydia and Kaitlyn pad downstairs to the kitchen in their jammies and robes to make breakfast for themselves and Daddy Robert.

Lydia:  “So Kaitlyn, do you have a favorite breakfast food you like to eat?”   Lydia asks looking in the open fridge door.

Kaitlyn:  Also looking into the open fridge door, she says shyly.  She isn’t usually asked for her preference since the foster home meals are planned.  “I like French toast.  May we have that?” Kaitlyn asks politely.

Lydia:  “Sure.  That’s Daddy Robert’s favorite, too—that is, when he’s not filming and has to watch his weight.”  Lydia pulls out the eggs, milk, and bread.  She also grabs the vanilla extract from the baking cabinet and starts mixing everything together.

Kaitlyn:  “Mummy Lydia, what does Daddy Robert film?”   Kaitlyn asks quizzically.

Lydia:  Not realizing until now that Kaitlyn might not know who Robert is, she says.  “Oh, Daddy Robert is an actor.  So, he acts in stories on tv and in movies.  He and I have a story we’re doing together that will start filming this Spring.”

Kaitlyn:  “What’s your story about, Mummy Lydia?”

Lydia:  “Well Kaitlyn Sweetie, it’s a love story.  A man and a woman fall in love and they make a family.”

Kaitlyn:  “I like that.  It sounds like us.”  Kaitlyn says smiling up at Lydia.

Lydia:   “Yes, it does.”  Lydia smiles at Kaitlyn and caresses her face.  “And, Daddy Robert is really good at bedtime stories, too.  You were so sleepy last night when we got home late that you missed a bedtime story.  So, we’ll have to do that tonight.”

Kaitlyn:  “Will Daddy Robert wake up soon?”   Kaitlyn asks getting hungrier by the minute.

Lydia:  “As soon as he smells the breakfast we’re making, he’ll be down here like a shot.  Now Kaitlyn, you need to stand back from the stove, because I’m going to turn it on to make our French Toast.  So, it will be hot and it could burn you.  You just sit over here in the chair and talk to me.”

Kaitlyn:  “Okay, Mummy Lydia.”   Kaitlyn says a bit wonderingly since these are all new experiences to her.  “We never got to eat in our jammies at the Foster Home.  And the boys always eat a lot of the good food before the girls can get to it.”

Lydia:  “Ha ha ha!.  Well, Daddy Robert is like that around here.  But, we’ll be sure to have enough good food made for us, too.  Deal?”

Kaitlyn:  “Deal.”   She smiles leaning over her knees on the kitchen chair.

Lydia:  “Now Kaitlyn, would you like some bacon with your French Toast?  I know that Daddy Robert would.”

Kaitlyn:  “Yes please.”   Kaitlyn says smiling and nodding her head up and down excitedly.

Lydia:  “Kaitlyn Sweetie, I know how you can help me.  Would you like to set the table for our breakfast?  You can take the plates over first and then come back for our forks and spoons and napkins.”

Kaitlyn:  Kaitlyn sits bolt upright in alarm.  “Oh no!  Mummy Lydia, we forgot something.”

Lydia:  “What?”  She looks at her ingredients on the countertop.  “We have milk and orange juice for you to drink while Daddy Robert and I have coffee and orange juice.”

Kaitlyn:  “No, I forgot my dishes from the Foster Home.”

Lydia:  “That’s alright, Kaitlyn Sweetie.  We have plenty of dishes here.”

Kaitlyn:  “But they’re my special dishes that only I get to use.”

Lydia:  Turning to look at Kaitlyn, she asks her quizzically.    “Did they have cartoon characters around them or something?”   Thinking that that was why the dishes were special.

Kaitlyn:  “No Mummy Lydia, it’s so I don’t make anyone else sick like me.”   She says worriedly.  “I don’t want to make you sick.”

Lydia:  Lydia’s heart sinks at the thought of Kaitlyn being made to use plates that no one else does—setting her apart yet again as different from the other kids.  Lydia sets her spatula down and walks the two feet over to Kaitlyn sitting on the nearby chair,  Lydia  kneels down and she gives Kaitlyn a hug.    “Well, Kaitlyn Sweetie, we just share our dishes here.   Our dishwasher is a really good one—it gets hot and kills germs.  So you won’t get sick from us, either.  Okay?”

Kaitlyn:  “Okay.”  Kaitlyn nods her little head hesitantly.  “I’ll put the dishes out.”    Then Kaitlyn hops off her chair and takes the dishes, and then the forks, and then the spoons, and then the paper napkins to the table.

Just then, Robert walks downstairs in his jammies consisting  of exercise pants, an athletic t-shirt, and a terry cloth robe that he got at a movie location hotel.

Robert:  “Hmmm.  Everything smells yummy, Mummy.”  Robert says walking over to Lydia and giving her a kiss.

Kaitlyn:  “Daddy Robert, you rhymed.”   Kaitlyn says walking over to him.

Robert:  “Yes I did, Kaitlyn Sweetie.”   He says picking her up in his arms.  “You gals look like you’ve got everything almost made.”

Lydia:  “Well Robert, if you could pour the drinks, that would be great.”  She smiles up at him.

Robert:  “Deal.”   Robert says putting Kaitlyn down again.  “Ooh, do we have a glass small enough for Kaitlyn to hold?”

Kaitlyn:  “I know, we forgot my dishes.”    Kaitlyn shrugs her shoulders sheepishly.

Robert missed the whole bit about Kaitlyn’s special dishes and he looks at Lydia quizzically.

Lydia:  “I’ll fill you in later.  But I think the smaller juice glasses should work fine for both her milk and juice.  Then, later today we’ll buy ourselves a set of skinnier glasses that both Kaitlyn and I can get our hands around.”

Robert:  “Sorry.”   He grins boyishly and shrugs his shoulders as he looks at Lydia and Kaitlyn.   “I’ve got long fingers and I just never think about you people with small hands not being able to reach around the drink glasses.”

Lydia:  “Well, the food is ready.”   Lydia says showing them the platter of French Toast and bacon and holding the syrup bottle in her other hand.  “Let’s eat!”

And that is what they do.  Daddy Robert, Mummy Lydia, and daughter Kaitlyn proceed to have a yummy and sticky meal that requires a lot of clean up after.  So, while Daddy Robert does the dishes—that’s their deal, the cooks don’t have to clean up—Mummy Lydia and Kaitlyn wash their face and hands and brush their teeth in their bathrooms.  Then, everyone gets dressed—and Daddy Robert shaves and Mummy Lydia puts on makeup—for their day.


Robert and Lydia have been attending a little neighborhood church around the corner and down the lane from their neighborhood pub the past few weeks since they were married.  So, they all drive over there to the church—since it’s cold and snowy outside, otherwise, they might walk it.  They shake the greeters’ hands as they walk in.  Kaitlyn looks around like a kid in a candy story.

Lydia:  “Kaitlyn Sweetie, …”  Lydia asks as they sit in a pew together. “…  have you been to a church before?”

Kaitlyn:  “Not this small.”  Kaitlyn says nonchalantly.  “They usually take us kids as a group when we sing in some of the big churches.”

Robert:  “Ha ha ha!  Well, I hope this church doesn’t disappoint.  It’s just a nice neighborhood church.”

Kaitlyn:  “Oh no, I like it.  It’s just my size.”   Kaitlyn says with gleaming kid like smile.

Robert:  Robert rocks his head back in laughter.  “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”  Happily the worship service hasn’t started yet.  But Lydia still shoots him a look to be quiet. “Sorry Lydia.” Then he whispers to Kaitlyn.  “Mummy Lydia has rules about how we need to talk quietly in church.”

Kaitlyn:  “Okay.”   She whispers.  “I’ll help you remember, Daddy Robert.”

Robert:  Putting his arm around Kaitlyn sitting between he and Lydia, he whispers to Kaitlyn.   “That’s my girl.”   Lydia smiles at Robert because he usually says that about her.

After worship services they all troop back to the Parish Hall for coffee and cake.  And even though they did have breakfast at 7:30am before the 10:00am worship service,  it is now 11:00am and Daddy Robert is quite hungry.  So he puts several cakes on his plate.  However, Kaitlyn politely takes only one piece of cake.  And Lydia looks nonplussed at both of them because the child—Kaitlyn—is behaving better than the adult, Robert.  And Lydia chuckles to herself.  Lydia doesn’t have any cake because her early morning breakfast was enough for her.  And Lydia thinks that maybe someone needs to clean the coffee and teapots because her coffee doesn’t taste good to her at all.


After their inevitable pub lunch after church, the little family of Daddy Robert, Mummy Lydia, and Daughter Kaitlyn head home for the afternoon.  It’s cold outside, but not too wet.  So, they decide to do some sledding in the back yard.  Well, the back yard isn’t really sloped, so Robert pulls Kaitlyn around on the sled—to Kaitlyn’s delight and Lydia’s amusement.  After watching the sledding a little while, Lydia goes inside to start some hot cocoas for the snowy sledding people.  After a few moments, the door bell rings and it’s their foster parent case worker Marla Washington.

Lydia:  Opening their front door, she says warmly.  “Marla!  Welcome!  Come on in.”

MarlaW:  “Hi Lydia.  How’s it going so far?”

Lydia:  “Great!  Follow me.”   Lydia motions Marla to follow her into the kitchen.  “The kids are out back sledding.”   She points to the living room window facing out onto the back yard.  And Marla looks out and sees Robert pulling Kaitlyn on a sled.  “I was just making hot cocoas for everyone.  I think it’s time to bring them in.”

MarlaW:  “Lydia, let’s talk a few minutes before they come in.”

Lydia:  “That doesn’t sound good.  What’s up?”    Lydia asks worriedly.

MarlaW:  “Well, there’s been some concern about Kaitlyn with her health issues and her being with a celebrity family.

Lydia:  “Really Marla, the media mostly leaves us alone.  Thank goodness!  And we would never want Kaitlyn—or any child of ours—exposed to the media in any way to compromise their privacy or their safety.”

MarlaW:  “Lydia, that’s not the concern.”

Lydia:  “Well, than what is it?  I know we’ve only been together as a foster family for a little over twenty-four hours, but Kaitlyn already feels like she’s ours—and we’re hers.  You’re not here to take Kaitlyn away from us are you?”   Lydia visibly cringes and starts to tear up.

MarlaW:  “No, I’m not.   But, you have to make sure that you don’t take Kaitlyn to any high profile events where she might be photographed.  There were some pictures from the Pediatric AIDS gala on Saturday night showing the three of you together.”

Lydia:  “So?  The Foster Home brought a lot of kids there hoping to fundraise and raise awareness.”

MarlaW:  “Yes, but with Robert being a celebrity, they just want to make sure that Kaitlyn won’t be exploited.”

Lydia:  “Are you kidding me?  We’re trying to create a home and family for a little girl and for us, and you’re worried that we’re doing it for the publicity?”   Lydia asks incredulously.

MarlaW:  “No!  I’m not at all!  But, some of the Foster Home Staffers were grumbling.  Sour grapes if you ask me.  I just wanted you to be aware of the concern so that you won’t give these people any fodder for their malicious remarks.”

Lydia:  “Thanks Marla.   I’m just floored that the Foster Home wouldn’t be thrilled to find a home for one of their kids.  But, I guess I should have figured it out based on what Kaitlyn has mentioned to us so far about her life there.”

MarlaW:  “Oh?”

Lydia:  “Kaitlyn said that they made her use special dishes that only she could eat off of because of her HIV status.  And she didn’t get to have their own dollies because toys were rotated around the kids.  And they never let her wear pink—even though that’s her favorite color.  I know they’re doing their best in a bad situation.  But really Marla, I think Kaitlyn has joined our family none too soon.”

MarlaW:  “Lydia.  I’m glad that you’ve bonded with Kaitlyn.  But you have to keep in mind that you’re on probation as a foster family for her.   One wrong move—or complaint about the Foster Home—and they’ll take Kaitlyn away from you.”

Lydia:  “Understood.”   Lydia nods her head firmly with her lips pursed in determination.  “Thanks Marla.  Okay.   We’re going to be the best darn foster parents they ever saw.  They’ll beg us to keep her and adopt her—which, of course, we want to do already.”

Lydia, though only a foster mummy for not quite twenty eight hours has definitely internalized the fierce mother cougar attitude that she’ll need to fight for her child, for Kaitlyn.

Just then, two snowy and very cold sledders thud upstairs to the kitchen.

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Kaitlyn:  “Oh Mummy, we had so much fun!  Daddy pulled me around the whole yard on the sled.”   Kaitlyn [(2) right] says running over to Lydia and falling into her legs.

Lydia:  “Did he now?”   She asks rubbing Kaitlyn’s back, of course noticing with a broad smile that Kaitlyn called them just Mummy and just Daddy—not Mummy Lydia and Daddy Robert.

Robert:  “Hi Marla!”   He says out of breath.  “I’d offer you a sled ride, but our little one here has completely tuckered me out.”   He says smiling down at Kaitlyn because he also noticed that she called them just Mummy and just Daddy.

Lydia:  “Well, I’ve got hot cocoa’s waiting for everyone.  So, take off your coats and boots, …”  Lydia says looking slightly askance at the snow being tracked onto their nice wood floor.  “… and visit the bathroom to wash your hands—and wipe your noses.  Marla and I will be over at the coffee table when you come back.”

Robert helps Kaitlyn wipe her nose, then he wipes his nose.  Then, they wash their hands and head back to the living area.  Lydia has turned on the gas fireplace to warm them up.  Lydia sits on the couch and Marla sits on the nearby club chair sipping her hot cocoa.  Then, Robert and Kaitlyn  dash over to them—with Kaitlyn plopping down on the leather couch next to Lydia and Robert plopping down on the couch on the other side of Kaitlyn.

Robert:  “Hmmm.  Hot cocoa.  Yummm.”    He says sipping his hot cocoa.

Lydia:  “Ha ha ha!  Marla, if you haven’t figured it out, food always works with Robert.”

Marla:  “Yes, I can see that.”    She smiles.  “Well, Kaitlyn, I just wanted to stop by to say hi and see how things were going and see if you needed anything brought to you from the Foster Home.”

Kaitlyn:  “I’m good.”   Kaitlyn says nestling into Lydia’s left side and Lydia puts her arm around Kaitlyn.  Kaitlyn has been around foster care workers all her life—and she’s learned to be cautious around them.  Some of them are good, some of them try to do good but don’t, and some of them do mean things on purpose.  And since Kaitlyn doesn’t know Marla, she’s a bit quiet around her.

Robert:  “I’m the one out of breath from pulling Kaitlyn all over the back yard.  Lydia, you should have heard Kaitlyn …”  He tries to imitate Kaitlyn in a high falsetto voice.   “… mush, mush, faster, faster.”

Kaitlyn:   And Kaitlyn giggles uncontrollably at his imitation of her.   “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Lydia:  “Careful Robert, you’re going to make Kaitlyn spit up her hot cocoa. “   She says in mock consternation.

Kaitlyn:  Then Kaitlyn does spill a little Hot Cocoa on herself.  “Oh no!  I spilled.   I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”    She says worriedly.

Lydia:  “Of course you didn’t Kaitlyn Sweetie.  It’s Daddy’s fault.”    She gives him an amusingly accusatory look.   “Come with me.  Let’s go up stairs and soak the stain in cold water and we’ll put another shirt on you.  We’ll reheat your hot cocoa for you when we come back down.”    Kaitlyn nods and takes Lydia’s hand as they head to the stairs and walk up them to their bedrooms.

MarlaW:  “Robert, now that Lydia and Kaitlyn are out of the room, tell me how it’s going.”

Robert:  “Fabulously!  Kaitlyn’s adorable and she seems to like us, too.    Lydia and I would adopt Kaitlyn tomorrow if they’d let us do that.”

MarlaW:  “Well, as I told Lydia–and I’m sure she’ll share privately with you later—we need to be sure to keep Kaitlyn out of the media spotlight due to your celebrity.  We don’t want to give anyone fodder to say that you’re doing this for publicity?”

Robert:  “Are you kidding me?”

MarlaW:   “Ha ha ha!  I guess you and Lydia were separated at birth.  She said the same thing.  Robert, I don’t think that at all.  But there are some grumbly Foster Home staffers who didn’t feel the love at Saturday night’s gala.  They work hard and nobody was appreciating them.  The focus was on the kids—naturally.”   She gestures and raises her eyebrows while rolling her eyes.  “So, as I told Lydia, you have to be extra vigilant and be the perfect foster parents this week.”

Robert:  “Okay.  Thanks for warning us.  But they better not mess with me.  Kaitlyn already feels like my daughter and nobody is taking her away from us.”     He almost mentions that he knows some real MI5 agents, but then he thinks better of it.

Lydia:  Coming back with Kaitlyn in a new pink sweatshirt, Lydia says.  “Okay, we’re all clean now.  And, the hot cocoa won’t stain her other shirt.”

Kaitlyn:  “Are you sure Mummy?”   Kaitlyn asks worriedly.   “I really like my other sweatshirt.”

Lydia:  “I’m sure Kaitlyn Sweetie.  I’m the queen of stain removal don’t you know?”   Lydia says raising her eyebrows up and down and tickling Kaitlyn in her tummy a bit.

Kaitlyn:  Giggling.   “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  Mummy, you’re so funny.”

Robert:  “Yup.  That’s why I married her.”    He smiles and leans over Kaitlyn to kiss Lydia.

Lydia:  “And I thought it was my coq au surprise that set your heart a flutter.”

Kaitlyn:  “Soda what?”

Robert & Lydia:  Now Robert and Lydia howl with laughter.  “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Lydia:  “Kaitlyn Sweetie, coq or c o q ..” She spells it.  “…   in French means chicken.  So, coq au surprise is chicken surprise.”

Robert:  “It’s a recipe Mummy came up with in college that is very tasty.”

Kaitlyn:  “Ooh, may we have that for dinner tonight?”

Lydia:  “Sure, but we’ll have to go to the market to pick up the ingredients.”

MarlaW:  Having been silent for a while, just observing the new little foster family’s dynamics, she says.  “Well, if you have to go grocery shopping, I better leave you to it.  Just remember that Kaitlyn’s school day starts at 8:30am.  So, they like the kids there by around 8:15am.  You can meet her teacher and such before hand and find out how homework works, etc.  Kaitlyn did you have any homework for tomorrow?”

Kaitlyn:  “No, I’m good.  We’re reading and watching stories about the dusty relovution in history class this week.”

Lydia:  “Do you mean the industrial revolution?”

Kaitlyn:  “Uh huh.  Our teacher said that the movie we’re going to see is in four parts and is all about cotton mills and workers.  She said it’s called East and West or something.”

Robert’s eyes widen and he looks very sheepish at the moment.

MarlaW:  “This should be interesting.”    She says cheekily.

Kaitlyn:  “That’s what our teacher said.  But a story about cotton sounds boring to me.  Then our teacher said it’s a love story and she looked up at the ceiling like she was looking at something.”

MarlaW:  “Yup, this is getting more interesting by the minute.”

Lydia:  “Uh Kaitlyn Sweetie, do you remember me telling you that Daddy is an actor who tells stories?”   Kaitlyn nods her head and Robert sinks into the couch trying to make his six foot two inch self very small–impossible.  “Well, Daddy is in the movie story that you’re going to see—a lot actually.  He plays the main character named John.  But it was several years ago when he was younger that he filmed that story.”    Robert gives Lydia a mock sarcastic look with his eyebrow raised.  “Now Daddy’s character starts out seeming a little mean, but then he falls in love and everything turns out alright at the end and they live happily ever after.”

Kaitlyn:  “You mean, I’m going to be watching Daddy in the movie at school this week?”   She asks with astonishment.

Lydia:  “I think so.  Unless, of course, there is an earlier BBC version of it.  Robert?”

Robert:  “Not that they have in circulation.  I think Kaitlyn’s going to be seeing our movie.”

Kaitlyn:  “That sounds neat!  Did you have fun telling the story, Daddy?”

Robert:  “I did actually.  But as Mummy said, I was much younger then.  And it was before I knew Mummy.  So, the actress you’ll see me kissing wasn’t somebody I was really dating.  We were both just story telling.”

MarlaW:  “Lydia and Robert, are you going to drop Kaitlyn off at school tomorrow and meet her teacher?”

Lydia:  “Yes.”   She says wondering where Marla is going with this.

MarlaW:  “Okay, I think I’ll tag along and make sure that Kaitlyn’s teacher has some ground rules about not telling anyone that one of her student’s Foster Daddy’s is the actor in the film.”

Robert:  “Do you want me to go in disguise tomorrow?”    Robert asks mischievously.  “I could get the makeup folks to give me a mustache or a goatee.”

Lydia:  “Robert, that won’t work.  You’ll still look like yourself, mon cher.”   She says purposely using French to let him know that his role as a certain French painter couldn’t hide who he was either.

Robert:  “Gee thanks Lydia.”   He says with a dead pan expression and voice.  “Well, I guess I’ll just visit the school tomorrow as me and let the chips fall where they may.”  He smiles impishly.

They all say farewell to Marla and Robert, Lydia and Kaitlyn plan to meet Marla at Kaitlyn’s school tomorrow. Then the Kensington family heads to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.


After a yummy coq au surprise dinner—that is a big hit with Kaitlyn, too—Lydia helps Kaitlyn take her bath and wash her hair.  Then once Kaitlyn is in her pink pjs and in bed, Robert joins them for a bedtime story.

Robert:  “So, Kaitlyn, what bed time story do you want me to read to you?”   He sits on the edge of her bed while looking through a few slim kids books like Dr. Seuss and others.

Kaitlyn:  “Mummy?”    She says sleepily.

Lydia:  “Yes, Kaitlyn Sweetie?”   Lydia rubs Kaitlyn’s arm as Lydia lays on top of the covers on her side with Kaitlyn next to her.

Kaitlyn:   “I want Daddy to tell me about how he met and fell in love with you.”

Robert:  “Are you sure?”   Kaitlyn nods.   “Okay, I’ll give you the abbreviated version.”

Kaitlyn:  “What’s brevetted, Daddy?”

Robert:  “Abbreviated means the short version.”

Kaitlyn:  “Then why didn’t you just say that?”   Kaitlyn asks sleepily.

Lydia:  “She has a point, Robert Dear.”   Lydia smiles cheekily.

Robert:  “Now who’s telling the story?  Me or you?”    Robert asks in mock consternation.

Lydia:  “Okay, tell away.”    Lydia says gesturing to him while smiling.

Robert:  “Well Kaitlyn, Daddy had worked a lot of years and had some good friends, but I hadn’t found that special lady that I wanted to spend my life with.”

Kaitlyn:  “Mummy?”    She smiles at Lydia.

Robert:  “That’s right.  Then one day in late November last year, Mummy came to England from the United States to see if I wanted to film her stories.”

Kaitlyn:  “Mummy said that she writes love stories.”    Lydia smiles at Kaitlyn and then at Robert.

Robert:   “That’s right.  Well, Mummy and I had such a fun time talking about her stories that we decided to work on them together and she stayed in England.  But, she was new in town and didn’t know anybody, so she and I became roommates.  In fact, she stayed in the room that is yours now, Kaitlyn.”

Kaitlyn:  “Really?”

Lydia:  “Uh Robert, you were going to tell the short version of how we met and fell in love?”   And also not wanting Robert to go into all the detail of how they didn’t realize they loved each other until other people pointed it out—let alone having to sleep with each other at their parents house before they became a romantic couple.

Robert:  “I’m telling the story my way.”   He says impishly.   “Now, Mummy and I became best friends.  We made meals together, we worked on our stories and films together, and we just had lots of fun in general.  But, each of us was shy.  And though we secretly liked each other more than friends, we were too shy to tell each other.  But after being best friends for over a month, we realized that we loved each other very much and we’ve been together ever since.  We were married the day after Christmas a little over one month ago.”    Robert smiles over at Lydia and they kiss leaning over Kaitlyn’s body.  Then they hear Kaitlyn exhale deeply.

Lydia:  “Ha ha ha!”  Laughing in a whisper. “Oh Robert Dear, you put Kaitlyn to sleep.  And I told her you were a good story teller.”

Robert:  “I am.”   He whispers with his pride wounded a bit.  “She’s just tuckered out from all of the fresh air and sledding.”

Lydia:  “Well, let’s let Kaitlyn sleep and you can finish telling me the story before we go to sleep.”   She says raising her eyebrow.

And Robert and Lydia do.  Tucking in little Kaitlyn and kissing her on her forehead first.  And then heading to their bedroom and tucking themselves in for the night—after a lovely romantic interlude that doesn’t put either of them to sleep.

To be continued with Chapter 22


1) The Love & Friendship” story logo is a composite of two images:
a)  British Actor Richard Armitage in a December 2010 Promo portrait found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/2010Promo/album/20Dec2010-Perou-03.jpg; and
b)  American Actress Diane Lane at the Berlin Film Festival in 2011 found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Diane_Lane_%28Berlin_Film_Festival_2011%29_2.jpg

2) Image (red changed to pink) of Kaitlyn is that of 1940’s child actress Margaret O’Brien on the cover of Photoplay magazine  (year unknown) and was found at It’s a Wonderful Movie blog at http://itsawonderfulmovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-margaret-obrien.html and the image was at http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TvTsPqQ4UFg/S1C19xyAFgI/AAAAAAAAA28/ozTnT9mkCIM/s320/margaret-obrien4.jpg

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About Gratiana Lovelace

Gratiana Lovelace is my nom de plume for my creative writing and blogging. I write romantic stories in different sub genres. The stories just tumble out of me. My resurgence in creative writing occurred when I viewed the BBC miniseries of Elizabeth Gaskell's novel North & South in February 2010. The exquisitely talented British actor portraying the male lead John Thornton in North & South--Richard Crispin Armitage--became my unofficial muse. I have written over 50 script stories about love--some are fan fiction, but most are original stories--that I am just beginning to share with others on private writer sites, and here on my blog. And as you know, my blog here is also relatively new--since August 2011. But, I'm having fun and I hope you enjoy reading my blog essays and my stories. Cheers! Grati ;-> upd 12/18/11
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3 Responses to “Love & Friendship”, Ch. 21: Kaitlyn has Kensington Family Time on Sunday, 1/21/13 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #348)

  1. aj daisy says:

    Oh I love this story. Hope they are able to keep Kaitlyn. Pretty Please!!


    • Hi AJ Daisy,
      Thanks for your kind note! I’m glad that you are enjoying this story.
      “Love & Friendship” is a completely written story–except for some tweaking on my part as I post each chapter. So, no spoilers.
      Cheers! Grati ;->


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