Readings
INVOLVED: Sinclair Jones-Sampson and Nicolas Sampson TIME FRAME: Sunday, July 7, 2019 LOCATION: Sampson Household; Richmond, Virginia SUMMARY: Sinclair talks to her husband about her visions and readings on Mercedes.
Sinclair breezed past her son’s room and she picked up a toy truck from in the hallway, she hadn’t known why for a while now why the boy seemed to leave toys in the hallway. But it wasn’t him, it was his friend Jack. And despite how annoying it could be to have things rearranged Sinclair simply fixed it and readjusted. He was a wandering soul he meant no harm to anyone and that she knew. “Here you go” Sinclair said as she moved into her son’s room resting the toy car aside “time for bed” she said when the realization that he wasn’t in it hit her. Ignoring the spirit in the room she said “go away” to him, and he vanished. Like a mother figure to the boy he always seemed to simply do as she said. “Sweet dreams” she said moving over to Jr and kissing him goodnight on the forehead. Walking out of the boys room, she moved for the downstairs portion of her house. She turned the lights off and made sure everything was as it should have been before she moved back up the stairs. Something was weighing on her heavily, she could feel the issue growing and dying in a repeated cycle that was causing her endless headaches. She was so confused, at the most she knew that something was going on with her sister and maybe both connected. As she made it to her bedroom she sighed moving for her bathroom where her husband happily soaked in a tub of warm bubble bath. “Nicky is down for the night” she said sighing sadly to herself.
Nicolas looked up at his wife as she entered the bathroom and he nodded his head from his position sunk deep down in the spacious tub. His eyes rolled over her slowly before he said, “get in with me.” He could tell that she was stressing over something and he simply wanted her to relax.
Sinclair looked at her husband through the mirror and she tied the crown of her head down before she said “no thank you” politely to him. “You know, I don’t understand why he didn’t take her to a hospital” she said bringing up a conversation she and her husband had before. “And beyond that, it’s something going on. I can feel it” she stressed to him seriously.
At her words, Nicolas let out a sigh before he sighed again as she began to speak of her older sister once more. “Baby, I’m sure if he didn’t take her to the hospital, it’s because she didn’t need to go to the hospital.” Shifting in the water, Nicolas sunk down a little deeper. This wasn’t a conversation he really wanted to have. He felt that Mercedes and Sam were fine. Mercedes is pregnant, she had a dizzy spell. It’s normal. He didn’t understand why his wife was trying to make it more than what it was. “Baby…” he warned her gently when she began to speak of feeling something being off.
“You just don’t get it” Sinclair said softly “and you mean to tell me if I had collapsed while I was pregnant with Nicky you would’ve just simply put me to bed?” she asked him through the mirror. “There’s no way you wouldn’t have taken me to the hospital” she breathed softly as her eyes focused in on something else in the mirror. It kept her gaze, for a while as she envisioned something before she pulled herself out of her trance. “Her reading wasn’t good” she breathed out to him as her mind took her to another plane and sphere.
Tucking his lips inward, Nicolas stretched his long body out in the tub before he pulled the plug, letting the water brain out because clearly his relaxation time was over. “Maybe,” he told her honestly, “it depends on what else was going on and why you passed out. We don’t know the full story Clair, we weren’t there.” Closing the curtain, Nicolas turned on the shower to rinse his body. He did so quickly before he turned the water off and reached for his towel, wrapping it around his waist before he stepped out of the tub. “Why are you reading on her without her permission?” he asked her knowingly. “Why are you reading on her at all?” he questioned as he moved to their bedroom, to grab some shorts. “You know I hate that stuff… and so does your sister.”
“Because I have a feeling” Sinclair said again as she began her nighttime skin care routine. “It’s awfully amazing to me, how it becomes ‘this or that stuff’ to you when I recall very well telling the precise time, down to the very minute your uncle died. Your mother called you 20 minutes later Nicolas” she said raising a brow to him in the mirror. “Stuff…” she breathed, it were an insult she didn’t ask those these gifts they were given to her. “Somethings wrong….” she said shaking her head as sighed.
Nicolas opened the drawer, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and stepping into them, before he pulled the towel from around his waist. “I didn’t ask to know Sinclair…” he told her easily. “Hearing it from you first, is honestly something that I could have lived without,” he admitted before he let out a sigh, walking back into the bathroom. He tossed the towel in the hamper before he walked up behind her, wrapping her up in his arms. “Do not get involved until you are asked,” he told her plainly.
At his words, they hit her like sharp daggers in her back. Well, okay, she thought to herself if he’d been any harsher she was sure his fiery breath would’ve melted her down to nothing. Sinclair slowly swiped the cotton pad across her face as she blinked slowly she never even told people the half of what is showed to her or told to her, her husband has no idea how often his uncle came to her with a message she wouldn’t relate. As he moved up behind her, she looked at him for a brief moment before she tossed the cotton pad aside, she grabbed her jar of moisturizer and gently massaged it into her face. “Hmph” let her mouth in both a manner of acknowledgement as well as ‘that wasn’t going to happen’.
Nicolas gazed at her in the mirror as she continued to take off her makeup and he hummed softly. His wife was truly beautiful. At her noise, he made one himself, gently popping her hip. “Don’t go stirring the pot Sinclair,” he told her seriously, a stern look on his face.
“Oh no I simply wouldn’t want to burden another soul with all my hocus pocus” she said sarcastically. As she pushed against him forcefully and moved to stand up from the vanity in their bathroom. Sinclair looked to her husband and batted her lash before she said “If anything happens to Mercedes, it won’t just be Samuel’s ass” she said glaring up at him seriously, she had had enough dreams to know that her cards hadn’t failed her.
Nicolas sighed as Sinclair spoke sarcastically before pushing him back. He took two steps back, giving her the space she wanted before he said, “stop playing with those damn cards and nothing will happen,” as he walked out of the bathroom. Climbing into the bed, he slid under the covers and closed his eyes.
“Has nothing to do with the cards” Sinclair replied as she turned the bathroom light off and she moved to climb in their bed. Turning her lamp off she shifted onto her side thinking about the vision she had in the bathroom, someone was stirring in the Evans’ household and she assumed the only way she’d know what was going on was by visiting them herself.
Feeling his wife climb into the bed with him, Nicolas scooted to her, his arm coiling around her body. “Okay, I believe you but still, if they don’t ask, you shouldn’t just start reading and snooping on them.”
“That is my sister” Sinclair said to her husband “she’s the only one I got,” she said. “I am her protector and she is mine….”
Nicolas cuddled up to his wife, holding her close. “I understand that,” he said softly, “but still… she didn’t ask for to do all of that.” He shifted slightly, his hand rested comfortably on one of her breasts. “Just tread carefully,” he told her gently.
Sinclair looked to him and she averted her gaze elsewhere, it wasn’t that easy for her. He just didn’t seem to understand that, she sighed softly before she nodded her head. “Okay” she said to him simply, she couldn’t turn this off and the only person to seem to ever care about how she felt and dealt with her gifts were her departed grandmother. Thank God the woman checked in on her and Mercedes often, it was a true comfort.
Letting out a hum, Nicolas wrapped Sinclair up a little tighter, giving her a loving squeeze, before he loosened his grip. He kissed her cheek gently before he closed his eyes. “I will try harder to understand from now on,” he told her gently. He knew his wife was very sensitive about her gifts so he did want to be a bit more understanding for her, he simply just didn’t truly understand it.
He said that but she hardly believed him, she looked up at the ceiling as he made himself comfortable nestling against her. She got it, this wasn’t his thing, he was tired and didn’t want to talk about it anymore. So she wouldn’t bring it up again, perfect. Sinclair shifted only slightly as she continued to lay there in their bed silently.
As Sinclair grew quiet, Nicolas did too, letting out a soft yawn as he got comfortable cuddled up to his wife. Eyes closed, he whispered, “I love you baby,” into her ear before he let his body relax, prepared to go to sleep for the evening.
“I love you Nicolas” Sinclair said back to her husband as he fell into a sleep like state.