#harborchaplan

[ask-ringo-things]

harborchaplan said: Be safe! 

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(( Awww, thank you so much!<3 *Le hugs* I reckon I’ll be fine though as I probably don’t have enough money on me to get pissed xD Ahaha ))

[mrs-phyllis-nesmith]

harborchaplan Mike's body stiffened when he felt Harbor put her arms around him and he leaned forward a little, putting his hands on the marble wall, his head bowed, the water running off his wet hair. He took a couple of deep breaths and shook his head, not able to turn around. If he saw her...if saw her naked, he wouldn't be able to stop himself, "Don't tease me Habs. I mean it. If I turn around I won't stop...don't do this if you don't wanna."

[mrs-phyllis-nesmith]

harborchaplan Mike sighed and slammed the hood of the car he was working on, "God dammit Habs you don't give a lick how I fucking feel. You never did and you never will. If you wanted to stop these what ifs and you wanted to be so noble to Phyllis, you would have been from the very beginning." He went over to the cloths and grabbed one, wiping the grease from his hands, "Stay here, go, I don't give a good god damn what you do. When you're around I can't find my ass with a road map anyway." He went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, popping the top with his screw driver and then taking a swig. He turned around to see her picking at her scabs and he went over to her, grabbing her hands, "Stop that! You'll give yourself scars." He held her hands in his and looked at her, "We're friends, you're right and that's it. I've let my mind wander and I'm sorry. But dammit Habs if that's what you want then you let me go!"

[mrs-phyllis-nesmith]

harborchaplan Mike frowned at Harbor, trying to piece together what she was saying. What smell? How could Vogue have offered her anything? They'd missed the appointment. He licked his lips and stood up, realizing that what Harbor needed, was to lay down. He scooped her up, she barely weighed a thing, because she wasn't eating, he thought woefully, "Of course you can come back. Come on, let's go lay down." He felt her press her face against his bare chest and he bit his lip. He carried her to the bedroom, Phyllis hadn't changed anything yet, and he laid her on the bed, covering her and brushing her hair from her face, "Go to sleep love ok?" He kissed her forehead, smelling the street on her already, "Just sleep."

[mrs-phyllis-nesmith]

harborchaplan Mike snorted and nodded, eating some more of his supper, "She's learning. The first few times she tried to make something Texan, I just about kicked her out myself." He laughed as he ran the memory through his mind and then he shook his head, "I dunno Habs...I'll have a talk with him and with Bert and Bob so they know. We'll figure it, we always do." Phyllis walked in and leaned against the counter, "Solving the problems of the world. I'm going to bed." She kissed Mike on his temple, "Don't stay up to late." Then she nudged Harbor, "You either." She went upstairs and reached for the phone,calling the modelling agency's message service, "This is Phyllis Nesmith... I won't be doing Vogue. But I know someone who can."

[mrs-phyllis-nesmith]

harborchaplan Mike shrugged when Harbor asked him about April, "Naw it ain't her middle name. Her middle name is Anne. I don't know why, I guess cause it's more poetic and beautiful and it makes me think of her, more than Phyllis." He smiled as he thought of his beautiful wife, then he saw her picking again and he smacked her hand away, "Will you quit that! I'm getting that God damned lotion." When Phyllis came out Mike whooped and picked Christian up, "My boy! I missed you son, lets go get Aunty Habs some lotion for her burns." And he whisked the kid off into the house. Habs? Phyllis thought and she smiled lightly, "Mike said you'd be staying with us so I got your room ready for you." She guided the other woman into the bedroom off the kitchen, "Davy used this room when he stayed with us, I think it's a little more private, but if you don't like it we can try the upstairs room." She pointed to the closet, "I also figured since you were about the same size as me, you could use some of my clothes, you know, so you don't have to wear the same thing." She walked further in the room and into the bathroom, turning on the light, "And you have your own shower." Just then Mike came bouncing in, "Got it! Hey April listen, Habs said she'd watch the kid so I wanna take you out for dinner." Phyllis raised an eyebrow at Harbor, "Really? You don't mind?"