Shy. Nervous. Terrified. They were all excellent words. Very descriptive, and unfortunately, very accurate when it came to how Gabi was feeling. It had taken her three hours to prepare herself for this lunch date - to be more accurate, it had taken Miranda two and a half hours to stop her from talking herself out of going entirely, and half an hour to track down something suitable to wear that didn't immediately scream that she had children. With barely minutes to spare, she'd made it to the cafe where she had arranged to meet George, only to discover that he wasn't there. Sitting alone at a table just wasn't something she could do, so Gabrielle Granger had been walking around the block for the last ten minutes, trying desperately to walk off a little of her nervous energy.
Ten minutes came and ten minutes went, and still he hadn't arrived, nor had he rung her phone. What was keeping him was a mystery. He'd said he had to make his rounds that morning and that he'd meet her afterwards. He hadn't called to say he would be late, so what in the world could be keeping him"
Pausing outside the cafe once again, trying very hard not to feel as though she had a large sign above her head indicating to everyone that she seemed to have been forgotten, Gabi pulled her phone out of her clutch. Despite knowing she hadn't actually given George her cell phone number, there was always the chance he'd called the house and her father had given it to him, wasn't there"
A few more minutes passed, and still no Doctor Bradford. Her phone rang at last, but the number that was showing on her cell phone wasn't that of her father but of her brother.
Relieved to hear her phone, but bemused by the fact that it was Cian calling her, Gabi raised the cell to her ear, stepping out of the way of a couple moving together along the sidewalk. "Ci?" she asked in confusion. "What is it, has something happened to the boys?"
"Hey, Gabs," Cian's easy-going voice answered on the other end of the phone. Easy-going, at least, since he'd returned home accompanied by a certain little mermaid whom he loved. "I haven't heard anything. I thought the boys were with Miranda," he replied a little confused. She was actually Aunt Miranda to them, but she thought the title made her sound old and insisted they not use it.
"They are, I just ..." She sighed, rolling her eyes, shaking her head, though he couldn't see the reaction. "I'm just hoping for some excuse to get me out of this," she admitted worriedly. "I don't even know what I'm doing here, apart from making an idiot of myself ..."
"Gabi, he called. He said to let you know he was sorry, but he's gonna be a little late. Something about getting tied up at the hospital. He said to go ahead and order lunch, and he'll be there as soon as he can," Cian explained on the other end of the phone, hoping Gabi hadn't given up on so soon on the first "date" she'd had since the twins were born.
"What?" Knowing herself a little too well, Gabi clamped down on the surge of panic that rose up at that suggestion. "Did he mean order lunch for him as well, or just me" You know what I'm like, Ci - I'm already feeling sick. Maybe I should just call him and reschedule."
"No!" Cian exclaimed, worried if his sister chickened out now, she wouldn't only miss out on a date, but on the opportunity of getting to know someone and make a new friend, even if nothing else ever came of it but friendship. "He'd said he'd be there, Gabi. What do you think will happen if he gets there and you're gone" Give him another half hour, and if he's not there yet, call him," Cian suggested. The man on the phone had sounded just as nervous as she was, and he was sure she'd regret it if she let this opportunity pass her by.
Torn between natural cowardice and a genuine wish to get to know George, Gabi whined as she fidgeted on the sidewalk. "Ohhh ....fine, half an hour," she conceded without much grace, and only because she knew her brother would probably come and hold her hand if she gave any further indication that she was an inch from running away. "And then I'm going home."
"That's my girl," Cian said, the smile on his face almost audible on the other end of the phone. "He'll be there. You'll see. Promise me you'll have fun and don't worry about the boys. They're in good hands with Miranda." Rufus just might hang them from the ceiling if they got out of hand, but no harm would come to them so long as they were with their aunt and uncle.
"I'll try," was the only promise she would give him, but from Gabi, it was almost monumental. The fact that she was out at all was a huge step in itself, after all. "I'll see you later?" she asked her brother, half-afraid he would say no.
"And you can tell me all about it!" he said, which was as good an answer as any. There wasn't much the two of them didn't tell each other, especially since the third sibling had been lost to them a few years ago. That loss, as sad as it was, had only seemed to draw them closer together, even if they weren't really related by blood. As far as Cian was concerned, Gabi was his sister in all ways that were important.
"If it happens, yes," she promised, relief in her voice. At least she'd have her brother to embarrass with her silly hopes if this didn't come off the way he seemed to be hoping it would. "Take care, Ci." Forcing herself not to ask him to check on the boys, Gabi hung up, and eyed the cafe with a wary expression on her face. "Okay ....I can do this, it's just a cafe ..."
"See you later," Cian told her just before hanging up. And still the good doctor hadn't arrived - but he'd promised he would, and with any luck, it was just a matter of waiting a little bit longer. In the meantime, the cafe looked inviting enough, and it wasn't so crowded that she might feel claustrophobic.
She found a seat by the window, shy and awkward, trying very hard not to fidget with everything that came to hand. Ordering a cup of tea was easy enough, and it seemed as though her awkwardness was enough to warn the servers not to ask her repeatedly if she was ready to order. Truth be told, she wasn't reading the menu. She was watching the clock, uncertain whether she wanted to be alone when the half hour hit or not.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too much longer, as a slightly disheveled and nervous-looking George finally pushed his way through the door to the cafe, shoving a hand through his mussed up short hair as a little bell chimed to announce his arrival. His gaze swept over the place, as though he was looking for a particular person, afraid he'd missed her.
Every time that bell chimed, Gabi jumped and looked up, half-afraid of seeing him at the door, disappointed when it wasn't him. Except this time, it was George, and she felt herself blush as her stomach flipped over, biting her smiling lip as she waited anxiously for him to notice her.
Ten minutes came and ten minutes went, and still he hadn't arrived, nor had he rung her phone. What was keeping him was a mystery. He'd said he had to make his rounds that morning and that he'd meet her afterwards. He hadn't called to say he would be late, so what in the world could be keeping him"
Pausing outside the cafe once again, trying very hard not to feel as though she had a large sign above her head indicating to everyone that she seemed to have been forgotten, Gabi pulled her phone out of her clutch. Despite knowing she hadn't actually given George her cell phone number, there was always the chance he'd called the house and her father had given it to him, wasn't there"
A few more minutes passed, and still no Doctor Bradford. Her phone rang at last, but the number that was showing on her cell phone wasn't that of her father but of her brother.
Relieved to hear her phone, but bemused by the fact that it was Cian calling her, Gabi raised the cell to her ear, stepping out of the way of a couple moving together along the sidewalk. "Ci?" she asked in confusion. "What is it, has something happened to the boys?"
"Hey, Gabs," Cian's easy-going voice answered on the other end of the phone. Easy-going, at least, since he'd returned home accompanied by a certain little mermaid whom he loved. "I haven't heard anything. I thought the boys were with Miranda," he replied a little confused. She was actually Aunt Miranda to them, but she thought the title made her sound old and insisted they not use it.
"They are, I just ..." She sighed, rolling her eyes, shaking her head, though he couldn't see the reaction. "I'm just hoping for some excuse to get me out of this," she admitted worriedly. "I don't even know what I'm doing here, apart from making an idiot of myself ..."
"Gabi, he called. He said to let you know he was sorry, but he's gonna be a little late. Something about getting tied up at the hospital. He said to go ahead and order lunch, and he'll be there as soon as he can," Cian explained on the other end of the phone, hoping Gabi hadn't given up on so soon on the first "date" she'd had since the twins were born.
"What?" Knowing herself a little too well, Gabi clamped down on the surge of panic that rose up at that suggestion. "Did he mean order lunch for him as well, or just me" You know what I'm like, Ci - I'm already feeling sick. Maybe I should just call him and reschedule."
"No!" Cian exclaimed, worried if his sister chickened out now, she wouldn't only miss out on a date, but on the opportunity of getting to know someone and make a new friend, even if nothing else ever came of it but friendship. "He'd said he'd be there, Gabi. What do you think will happen if he gets there and you're gone" Give him another half hour, and if he's not there yet, call him," Cian suggested. The man on the phone had sounded just as nervous as she was, and he was sure she'd regret it if she let this opportunity pass her by.
Torn between natural cowardice and a genuine wish to get to know George, Gabi whined as she fidgeted on the sidewalk. "Ohhh ....fine, half an hour," she conceded without much grace, and only because she knew her brother would probably come and hold her hand if she gave any further indication that she was an inch from running away. "And then I'm going home."
"That's my girl," Cian said, the smile on his face almost audible on the other end of the phone. "He'll be there. You'll see. Promise me you'll have fun and don't worry about the boys. They're in good hands with Miranda." Rufus just might hang them from the ceiling if they got out of hand, but no harm would come to them so long as they were with their aunt and uncle.
"I'll try," was the only promise she would give him, but from Gabi, it was almost monumental. The fact that she was out at all was a huge step in itself, after all. "I'll see you later?" she asked her brother, half-afraid he would say no.
"And you can tell me all about it!" he said, which was as good an answer as any. There wasn't much the two of them didn't tell each other, especially since the third sibling had been lost to them a few years ago. That loss, as sad as it was, had only seemed to draw them closer together, even if they weren't really related by blood. As far as Cian was concerned, Gabi was his sister in all ways that were important.
"If it happens, yes," she promised, relief in her voice. At least she'd have her brother to embarrass with her silly hopes if this didn't come off the way he seemed to be hoping it would. "Take care, Ci." Forcing herself not to ask him to check on the boys, Gabi hung up, and eyed the cafe with a wary expression on her face. "Okay ....I can do this, it's just a cafe ..."
"See you later," Cian told her just before hanging up. And still the good doctor hadn't arrived - but he'd promised he would, and with any luck, it was just a matter of waiting a little bit longer. In the meantime, the cafe looked inviting enough, and it wasn't so crowded that she might feel claustrophobic.
She found a seat by the window, shy and awkward, trying very hard not to fidget with everything that came to hand. Ordering a cup of tea was easy enough, and it seemed as though her awkwardness was enough to warn the servers not to ask her repeatedly if she was ready to order. Truth be told, she wasn't reading the menu. She was watching the clock, uncertain whether she wanted to be alone when the half hour hit or not.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too much longer, as a slightly disheveled and nervous-looking George finally pushed his way through the door to the cafe, shoving a hand through his mussed up short hair as a little bell chimed to announce his arrival. His gaze swept over the place, as though he was looking for a particular person, afraid he'd missed her.
Every time that bell chimed, Gabi jumped and looked up, half-afraid of seeing him at the door, disappointed when it wasn't him. Except this time, it was George, and she felt herself blush as her stomach flipped over, biting her smiling lip as she waited anxiously for him to notice her.