“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 30 (PG-13, D):   Telling Olivia,   March 28, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #892)


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[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins, the late Polly Holliday as the Waitress Madge, Donald Sutherland as Aldus Warren, Teri Polo as Lillian Warren, and Ewan McGregor as David Warren,  and others as noted.]

Author’s Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Author’s Recap from the Previous Chapter:   Sam Wakeforest learns that his and his wife Olivia’s baby’s room nursery designer is his former lover, Lola Campbell—now Lillian Campbell Warren.  So Sam feels that he will need reinforcements to broach this topic with Olivia–he will.  And in telling Olivia, Sam will find an unexpected outcome.


“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 30 (PG-13, D):   Telling Olivia

Sam Wakeforest sits at his desk the morning of  Thursday May 5th, 1956 for a long time after his long ago lover Lola’s/Lillian’s husband David Warren departs from Sam’s Wakeforest Family Lumber Mills office—a very long time–pondering what David Warren has just said to him.  And Sam is clearly stunned that his former lover Lola Campbell is his and Olivia’s baby’s nursery room designer—the now named Lillian Campbell Warren whom Olivia has been gushing about being so wonderful a designer.

But Lola/Lillian cannot be their baby’s room nursery designer in Sam’s mind. It would just be too awkward.  He doesn’t want to make Olivia feel distressed by telling Olivia about Lillian being Lola.  This is not going to be an easy conversation for Sam to have with his wife Olivia.  And Sam realizes that he only has until Monday—when the designer is due to come to their house to take measurements–to figure out how to tell Olivia that she can’t have the baby’s nursery room designer that she wants, Lillian Warren.   Sam is not sure how Olivia will react.  And he is worried that Olivia might have a panic attack in learning that Lillian is Lola.

After 30 minutes of not seeing his brother emerge after chatting with customer David Warren, Sam’s brother Kevin pops his head into Sam’s office.

Kevin:  “Are you ever coming out of your office today?  We have David Warren’s order to finalize, load, and deliver.”

Sam’s head jerks up at hearing David Warren’s name spoken by his brother.  And though Sam and Kevin are as close as brothers can be, Sam talking about his ex-lover Lola is not something he can do with Kevin.

Sam:  “Oh?  He wants his wood today?  That’s rather demanding of him.”  Sam sneers with annoyance.  It seems that there is no end to commands that this David Warren will give.

Kevin:  Treading carefully as he looks at his brother with concern for his ill humor, Kevin explains. “Wellll, we had everything in stock for him since the Lancaster delivery has been delayed while Lancaster rethinks his order.”

Sam: “That’s a coincidence.”  Sam looks suspiciously at his brother.

Kevin: Ever the peace broker as the next eldest Wakeforest brother, Kevin jokes.  “Oh Sam, there is no such thing as coincidence.  Ha ha ha!”

Sam: Not realizing his brother’s joke, Sam mutters as he glares from side to side, not looking directly at his brother Kevin. “Don’t I know it!”

Kevin: “Are you alright, Sam?  You seem … out of sorts.”  Of course, Sam is usually out of sorts and gruff—it is his way at the Lumber Mill and on  Wakeforest Mountain—Sam’s Mountain.

Sam: Standing up quickly from his desk and grabbing his overcoat from the coat hook behind him, Sam finally looks at his brother in the eye.  “You deal with the Warren delivery.  I’m heading over to see Tessa, then going home to Olivia for lunch.”

Kevin: Kevin smiles.  “Such a devoted brother and husband you’ve become!  Who would have thought it?”  He teases.

Sam: “True!  I wasn’t exactly husband material … before Olivia.”  Sam blanches, chastising himself.

Kevin: “Before Olivia?” Kevin asks quizzically.  Kevin was not privy to Sam’s romantic conquests.  Gentleman do not speak of such private matters.  So at least in one obscure way, Sam was a gentleman in his dealings with Lola.

Sam:  “Leave it!” Sam swipes his hand dismissively.  “I might not be back today.  It all depends upon Olivia.”  Sam stalks out of his office and heads toward his car.

Kevin: “Okay.”  Kevin looks suspiciously at his brother’s retreating form.  Kevin knows that Olivia teaches their foster niece Alice afternoons—and Sam doesn’t necessarily sound like a lovesick swain just now. Kevin can’t figure out what is up with his brother Sam.   But then maybe Sam is going to ask Tessa to keep Alice home with her, to give Sam and Olivia their privacy for a romantic afternoon.  Well, Kevin is half right.


Sam Wakeforest drives to Tessa’s home Delaney Manor like a wild man.  He realizes that he should have called to make sure that she is home and not at her dress shop in the Town of Wakeforest.  But he wasn’t thinking clearly after David Warren left his office.  So he is driving faster to make up for it—in the hope of catching his sister at home.  Happily, the roads are dry and free of snow and ice—or Sam might end up repeating his earlier car accident.  Sam just wants to get this issue resolved with his wife Olivia.  But first, Sam seeks his older sister Tessa’s guidance and help.

As Sam pulls into the Delaney Manor ‘s circle drive, he spots Tessa leaving her house by herself.  So Sam quickly parks, dashes out of his car, then grabs her elbow, ushering her back into her home before she can even greet him.

Sam:  “Come with me!”

Tessa: “Hey!  Sam, what’s wrong?  What’s going on?”  Tessa sputters, unused to her brother Sam being so high handed with her.  As five years his elder—and a lady—Tessa is usually the one in command.  But her brother Sam physically outmatches her petite frame.

Sam: “I will tell you when we’re in private.  Where can we talk?”  Sam hisses as he looks around the large and elegantly appointed Delaney Manor foyer—the scene of him realizing his romantic interest in his wife Olivia as she lay unconscious across his seated lap.

Tessa: “Back here to Roger’s Den.”  Now Tessa takes charge and pulls him along and they enter Roger’s Den and Sam firmly shuts the door.

Sam:  “Sit down.”  Sam commands brusquely as he takes off his coat [(2) right].Sam-is-RichardArmitage-inProjectMag04RArmvgct-July1511-sized

Tessa: “What if I don’t want to sit down?”

Sam: “God, Tessa!  How does your husband Roger stand you sometimes?”  Sam growls in frustration.

Tessa: “I wonder the same about Olivia being able to tolerate you and your cave man antics.”  Tessa sneers petulantly.  “What is this about, anyway?”

Sam: Then without preamble, Sam blurts out.  “Lillian Warren was Lola Campbell!”

Tessa:  Plopping onto the sofa that is luckily positioned behind her, Tessa sighs with astonishment.  “Crap! I felt something was amiss.   Ooh, dammit!  I was being so good with not swearing—because of the kids.”

Sam:  “Yes, well,  today is not a day to give up swearing.”  Sam scowls as he paces in front of his sister like a caged lion.  Then Sam focuses on what Tessa just said.  “What do you mean you felt something was amiss?”

Tessa: “It’s just that I thought Lillian seemed skittish after accepting Olivia’s design deposit check.”  Tessa mutters under her breath.  Then she directs her gaze at her clearly angry brother.  “How do you know this?  That Lillian is Lola?  Are you sure?  Did she tell you?”

Sam: “No!  Her husband David Warren came to see me—under the pretext of buying fine wood for a furniture project he’s working on.”

Tessa: “Oh yes.  I remember Lillian telling us that her husband David was a furniture craftsman.”

Sam:  “Focus, Tessa.”

Tessa: “I am!  What do you want from me?”

Sam: “How do I tell Olivia that she can’t have Lillian Warren for our baby’s nursery room designer, without actually telling Olivia  that she is Lola?”

Tessa: “Why wouldn’t you tell Olivia that Lillian is Lola?”

Sam: “The panic attacks Olivia has?”  Tessa nods knowingly.  “Though her attacks have become less frequent—and I can’t even remember when the last one was.  Oh right, we averted a panic attack last month at Alice’s birthday party.”

Tessa: “Why should Olivia have a panic attack at Alice’s party?”

Sam: “The sledding?”  He hints.  “Olivia doesn’t want to ever go back onto the mountain after the injuries she sustained from the avalanche.”

Tessa: “Well, I can’t blame her.”  Tessa winces, but then encourages Sam hopefully. “But she’ll get over it.  You’ll see.”

Sam:  “I don’t see!  Olivia is carrying our first child.  And I don’t want anything to upset her.”

Tessa: “Then I suggest that you be honest with Olivia about Lillian–and her being your Lola.”

Sam:  “This Lillian is NOT my Lola!” He barks and returns to pacing up and down the cozy room—dodging overstuffed chairs and a plant stand pedestal that he almost knocks over.

Tessa: “Oh sit down, Sam!” Tessa motions to him, then holds her head.  “You’re giving me a headache.

Sam:  “Why is  it the that the women in my life, feel ill around me?”  He asks in whining frustration to no one in particular.

Tessa:  “Sam, honey.  You’re not exactly easy to be around.”  Tessa raises a glowering eyebrow.

Sam:  “Olivia likes me.  She loves me!”  He counters with a pouting lower lip.

Tessa: “Yeah, well, Olivia is a saint!”  Sam pouts some more.  “Look!  Hiding the facts never helped anyone.  Just be honest with Olivia and let her decide whether or not to keep Lillian as her designer.”

Sam: “No!  I am not having my former lover design my first born’s nursery room!  I’m just not sophisticated enough for that.”

Tessa:  “Well if you tell someone—Olivia—that they can’t do or have something without telling her why, then that will all the more want to make Olivia to keep Lillian as her designer.”

Sam: “That just doesn’t make sense.” He shakes his head in confusion.

Tessa: “Yes, it does.  Lillian tried to beg off being the designer once she knew it was for your baby.  And she has a handsome husband and cute baby boy now.  So clearly, Lillian is not carrying a torch for you.  She just doesn’t want to bump into you.  What are you afraid of if Lillian designs the nursery for Olivia?”

Sam:  “What if they  … talk about me?”  Sam turns red.

Tessa: “Talk about you?”  Tessa tilts her head questioningly.   Then she gets it. “Oh!  Ha ha ha ha ha!  So you’re afraid that your past and current lovers will share bedroom secrets?”

Sam: “Tessa, please!  The thought makes me ill!”  Sam pushes out his arms and hands in protest, even as he turns his head away in revulsion.

Tessa: “Are you telling me that you have trouble in the bedroom?”  Tessa looks at him askance.

Sam: “Of course not!  But … Lola and I didn’t part well.  I knew that she wasn’t the one and I ended it abruptly.”

Tessa: “So, no letting her down easy?”  Sam shakes his head no.  “No telling her that  it was your fault and not hers?”  Sam shakes his head no, again. “Did you even give her a parting gift of flowers or jewelry to thank her for being your lady for …  How many years?”

Sam: “Five years.”

Tessa: “Five years!  And you dropped Lola without so much as a thank you?”  Tessa fumes

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Sam: “Lola knew that I wasn’t interested in marriage from the beginning.  I made that clear.  She accepted it.”

Tessa: “And after five years of maintaining a romantic relationship with Lola, did you not think that, perhaps, some commitment to her had been implied on your part?”

Sam:  “No!”  Sam says firmly, but he blanches in realizing that he could have been a bit nicer to Lola in breaking it off with her.  Then he remembers something.  “Well, Lola couldn’t have thought too badly of me, since we hooked up again two years after we parted.”

Tessa: “Oh really?”  Tessa incredulously looks at her brother.  “And how did that go?”

Sam; “Hhhh!  Not well.”  He admits sheepishly.  “We had lost our spark.  We weren’t the same.”  He shakes his head in embarrassment.

Tessa: “So you enjoyed Lola’s favors for five years, tossed her away, then you were astounded that you couldn’t just waltz back into her life and expect her to play the courtesan?  Unbelievable!”  Tessa throws up her hands in disgust.

Sam:  “It wasn’t like Lola was a virgin when we met.  She was over thirty and knew what she was doing.  We were both adults.”

Tessa:  She looks at her brother and shakes her head. “Sam, Sam, Sam.  When will men learn.  Love making for women, often involves love—sex is not just a bodily function for us.  Women are not playthings for men to do with as they please.”

Sam:  “It wasn’t like that.”

Tessa:  “Oh no?  And if a man had treated me shabbily, the way you treated Lola?”

Sam: Sam bristles at her derision as he stands up straighter.  “You would never let yourself be compromised like that.  You are a lady.”

Tessa: “And so was Lola Campbell a lady–and she is still a lady as Lillian Warren  now.  The fact that she didn’t hound you and come after you to make you take her back or to compensate her when you broke up with her initially,  illustrates that.  Sam, you owe Mrs. Warren a big apology.  But I doubt that she wants anything to do with you, now that she has her own family with a child.”

Sam:  “And her husband forbid me to try to see or talk to her anyway.” Sam nods.

Tessa: “Well then.  I believe even more strongly now that you must lay out the facts for Olivia, and let her decide if she wants to retain Lillian Warren as her designer.”

Sam: “Come with me as I tell Olivia?”  Tessa recoils in disgust.  “Please?  I don’t ask it for me, but for Olivia.  I’m only concerned how this news will affect her and our baby she’s carrying.”

Tessa:  “Alright.  But realize, I am not on your side, Mister!”

After wagging her finger at her brother Sam, Tessa strides out of her husband’s Den and to her car.  Sam follows her and gets into his car–and they caravan to his home with Olivia on the edge of the Town of Wakeforest.  And Sam knows that for good or bad, he has to be honest with his wife Olivia.  He just hopes that she will understand about Lola–and forgive him.


Driving home to Olivia from his sister Tessa’s home at  Delaney manor seems like the longest drive of Sam’s life—even though it takes only 10 minutes to get to his Wakeforest Family Home just outside of the Town of Wakeforest.  Sam is now feeling more dread than before.  If his sister Tessa could take this news  of Lillian Warren being his former lover Lola so badly, how would Olivia react?  Sam doesn’t want to distress his dear wife Olivia.  But most of all, Sam doesn’t want to lose Olivia’s respect.

Sam and Tessa park in the driveway of Sam’s and Olivia’s home, then walk in the front door just as Olivia is walking with her cane to put some bill payment envelopes into the porch mail box for the mailman to pick up.  So Olivia is surprised to see both her husband and her sister-in-law—but pleasantly so.

Olivia: “Sam!  Tessa!”  Olivia smiles warmly as she opens her arms.  Sam walks forward and he gives her a peck on her lips, rather than his usual passionate kiss.  But then, they have an audience in Tessa.  Then Tessa walks forward and hugs Olivia so tightly that it is almost painful for Olivia.  “Ouch!”  She says involuntarily.

Tessa:   “Ooh!  Sorry, Olivia Sweetie.” Tessa lets go and looks forlornly at Olivia.

Olivia: “That’s okay.  Staying for lunch, Tessa?”  Olivia asks graciously.

Then Tessa darts a knowing look at her brother Sam.

Sam:  “Olivia, Tessa and I need to tell you something.  But not here.  Let’s go into the family room where we can talk privately.”  In reality, Sam is the one telling his wife Olivia.  But since he brought Tessa along for support, he includes her in the discussion.  He might regret that plan.

Sam chooses their family room to talk in privately because it is smaller and cozier than their formal living room.  It has yet to have a redecorating stamp put on it by Olivia, and he feels that it is still his space.  And the family room has a good solid door on it—so no eavesdropping by their cook or maid.

After the three of them walk into Sam’s  and Olivia’s family room, Sam and Olivia sit on the couch together in front of the fireplace—with Tessa sitting in a chair to Olivia’s left.  Sam has become accustomed to sitting on Olivia’s right—her uninjured side—so that he doesn’t accidently knock her healing left leg when he moves.

Olivia looks in confusion back and forth between her husband Sam and her sister-in-law Tessa.

Olivia: “So?  What is going on?”

Tessa: “Sam, don’t blurt it out like you did with me.”  Tessa holds up her hand to her brother, Sam.

Sam: “And how is what you just said not blurting, I’d like to know!” Sam crosses his arms and scowls.

Olivia: “Will someone, please just tell me.”

Olivia looks at her husband, Sam.  Silence.  Sam is trying to formulate his thoughts.  Olivia looks at Tessa.

Tessa:  “This is Sam’s responsibility.”  Tessa steely eyes glare at her brother.

Olivia: Swinging back to look at her husband, Tessa asks hesitantly.  “Sam?”  When he doesn’t answer, she asks.  “Is everyone alright?”  Sam nods.  “But you have something to tell me.”  Sam nods.

Tessa: “This will take forever at this rate.”  Tessa rolls her eyes.

Sam: “Hhhhh!  This morning, I had a visit from David Warren–Lillian Warren’s husband–at the Lumber Mill.”

Olivia: “Oh?  Is he buying wood from you for a new furniture project?  Lillian said that he designs and builds new furniture and also makes repairs.”

Sam: “Yes.  Hhhh!  But that wasn’t the real reason he came to see me.”

Olivia: Frowning quizzically, Tessa asks. “What was his real reason?”

Sam: “Hhhh!  To tell me who his wife Lillian is.”

Olivia:  “And?”  Olivia waits patiently for Sam to tell her what it is—and she is not expecting it.

Sam:  “David Warren told me that his wife Lillian’s maiden name was Campbell, and that her family nickname was Lola.”

Olivia: “Lola.”  It takes a moment for that thought to sink in for Olivia.  Then her eyes Olivia-isEmilyDeschanel-onEllenShow-Nov2115youtube-sized-clr-crop-brt2widen in realization.  “Lola?  As in your Lola?”  Olivia looks at Sam in shock.  Sam nods with a pained expression on his face.   Then Olivia turns to Tessa [(4) right].  “But I thought you said that Lola moved out of state and that I would never have to see her?”

Tessa: “I thought she had.  I didn’t know Lillian was Lola since I had never met her.  I’m so sorry, Olivia Sweetie.”

Tessa tries to caringly clasp Olivia’s hand in hers, but Olivia pulls away.  Sam tries to put his arms around Olivia’s shoulders, but she puts her hands up and pushes him away.

Olivia:  “No!”

Sam: “Olivia.  I’m so sorry that you are in this position.”

Olivia: Though breathing quickly, Olivia is not panicking—she is too angry for panic.  “Oh?  And what position is that?  My meeting your former lover, finding her charming and talented, and my liking her enough to hire her as our baby’s nursery room designer?  And now having to decide whether to keep her on or hire a different designer?”

Sam: “I think we should choose a different designer, as a matter of course.”

Olivia: “Why?”

Tessa:  “That’s what I asked him.”  Tessa sneers dryly.

Sam: “Tessa, if you’re here to help, then do so.  Otherwise, remain silent.”  Sam snaps.

Olivia: “You can’t talk to your sister like that!  She has done nothing to you!  You’re the one who has made this difficult … situation … for lack of a better word.”

Sam: “I’m so sorry, Olivia.  Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”  Sam pleads.  “I only want you to be happy.  And for you to not be distressed, which might harm the baby.”  Sam tries to place his hand on Olivia’s rounded baby bump and she swats him away.

Olivia:  “Why can’t our lives be simple, like other people’s lives?” Olivia is not asking anyone in particular, she is mostly speaking out loud.

Tessa: “Life never really is simple, Olivia.  People just don’t talk about their difficulties.  So we think that they’re doing fine.”

Olivia:  “Well my life just became a soap opera.  This is unreal.”  Olivia puts her hands on either side of her face and lowers her head such that her chin touches her upper chest as she thinks.  Olivia isn’t crying, but she is definitely not happy.

Sam:  “Believe me, I’m as shocked as you are, Olivia.”

Olivia: “Oh really, Sam?  You’re shocked?  Have any of my non-existent former lovers casually strolled into your life?”

Tessa smiles at her sister-in-law Olivia’s spunk and gives her a silent atta girl cheer.

Sam: “So what do you want to do?”  Sam sighs in surrender.

Tessa: “I have to think.”  Sam tries to embrace Olivia again and she swats him away again.  “And you can stop with using the seductive charm gambit of yours.  It won’t work on me this time, Mister.”

Tessa: “Ha!”  Tessa can’t help herself and she laughs out loud.  Tessa covers her mouth as her brother Sam glares at her.

Sam: “Olivia, I love you.  My life and my future are with you and our family that we make together.  Lola or Lillian means nothing to me.”

Olivia: “But she must have meant something to you at one time if you slept with her.”

Sam furtively glances as Tessa, who has a triumphant I told you so expression on her face.

Sam: “It wasn’t like that with Lola.  I have only felt love with you, Olivia.”

Olivia: “How long?”

Sam: “What?”

Tessa: “Five years.”

Sam: “Tessa!”  Sam scowls.  “Either be quiet or leave.”

Olivia: “Tessa stays!   Five years?  You slept with Lola for five years and you never loved her?  How can you say that?  Are you so cold hearted to use a women’s body and to not think about her feelings?”

Sam: “It wasn’t like that.”  He blanches.  “It was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.”

Olivia: “Somehow, I doubt that—the mutual part.”

Sam: “But, Olivia, I didn’t string Lola along.  She knew from the beginning that I wasn’t interested in marriage.  I was just back from the war ten years ago and feeling at loose ends.  Everybody called me a hero for landing that damaged troop plane safely.  But I didn’t feel like a hero.  I just did what I had to do.  But the praise gave me a kind of puffed up feeling for a while.  Then eventually, everyone focused on the next war hero coming home, and I was old news.  I still had to transition back to civilian life and I didn’t know how to do that.  I was a mess.  One minute, I missed the structure of being in the military—knowing what I had to do, when I had to do it.  The next minute, I was having flashbacks of seeing my soldier friends come back on stretchers—or in body bags.  I couldn’t figure out how to make sense of it all.  And I didn’t for a long time.  For good or bad, Lola was my life line—someone just for me.  I tried to like her more than just as a casual relationship, but she wasn’t the one.  And I didn’t want to mislead her, nor keep her hanging on when I wasn’t going to offer her marriage.  She needed to find a good man—a better man than me.   So I ended it.  That was five years ago.”  Sam doesn’t feel the need to mention his unsatisfying one night stand with Lola four years ago now.

Both Olivia and Tessa look shocked about Sam actually sharing his feelings honestly, without all of his usual bravado.

Tessa: “I didn’t know you were struggling when you came back from the war ten years ago, Sam.  I would have tried to help you, if I could have.”  There are tears in Tessa’s eyes.  Sam has always been her favorite brother, ever since she held him when he was a baby and she was just five years old—and she took his baby picture to school  for show and tell.

Sam: “I know.  But you lived out of state then, Tessa.  It’s not your fault.  I probably handled things badly with Lola—with Lillian—back then.  But her husband seems like a nice man who cares about her—though a bit obtuse about getting to the point–and they have a child together.  So she is better off.” Then Sam soulfully looks at his wife Olivia.  “Olivia, I hope that you think that you’re better off with me.  Because I sure think that I’m better off with you.”

Olivia: “Hhhhh!   Sam, I was a lonely old spinster with no prospects for having a life with a family of my own until you came along.  Of course I’m better off with you.”  Olivia leans against Sam’s shoulder and she finally allows him to put his arms around her.

Sam: “I’m glad.  Because to me, you’re the one for me, Olivia.  And I love you very much.”  Sam kisses her temple.

Olivia: “I love you very much, Sam.”  Olivia cuddles into Sam and strokes his cheek.  Then she turns and looks up into his eyes—seeing his love for her shining through his tears.  “Oh Sam!”

Sam closes the few inches between their lips and he tenderly kisses his beloved wife Olivia Sam-isRichardArmitage-andOlivia-isDanielaDenby-Ashe-inNorth&South-epi4-340-Jan0114ranet-sized-brt-crop2brt-RevJawfor several moments [(5) right].  Olivia gives herself up to Sam’s kisses as they sweetly and gently kiss each other over and over and over again.  Tessa sits to the side smiling at them with tears in her eyes.  Then she stands up to leave.

Tessa:  “I’ll go, you two.  You two should have your privacy to talk more.  And I’m going to pick up Alice at the orphanage and have a girls’ afternoon with her.  You can see Alice tomorrow for her lessons with you, Olivia.”  Alice also has morning science and mathematics lessons at Wakeforest County Orphanage under the tutelage of Principal Pauletta Perkins.  And Alice helps with the little one’s snack break mid-morning when she also has a snack.

Sam and Olivia come up for air and Olivia nestles contentedly into Sam’s chest.

Sam: “Thanks, Tessa—for everything. Sam smiles lovingly at his elder sister.

Tessa: “You’re welcome.  Let me know if you need anything.  I’m just a phone call away.”

Olivia: “Thanks, Tessa.”  She smiles and waves as her sister-in-law leaves.

Sam and Olivia have gotten over the first hurdle—of finding out that their baby’s nursery room designer Lillian Campbell Warren was Sam’s former lover.  Now they have to figure out what to do about it.

To be continued with Chapter 31


References for Ch. 30  by Gratiana Lovelace, March 28, 2016 (Post #892)

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) Image of Sam Wakeforest is a Richard Armitage portrait from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/ProjectMag-05.jpg

3) Image of Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney is Marcia Gay Harden  image that was found at http://topnews.in/files/images/Marcia-Gay-Harden_1.jpg

4) Image of Olivia Delaney Wakeforest  is Emily Deschanel on the Ellen Show from Youtube; cap was found at  https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hCqt4N4xKKY/mqdefault.jpg

5) Image representing Sam and Olivia Wakeforest kissing are Richard Armitage and Daniela Denby-Ashe in North & South-epi4-pix340-Jan0114ranet-Grati-sized-brt-crop2brt


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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 in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 30 (PG-13, D):   Telling Olivia,   March 28, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #892)

  1. March 28, 2016–Thanks for liking this story chapter post! I’m glad that you enjoyed it! Cheers! Grati

    Hariclea & Evie Arl


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