How Do You Mend A Broken Heart
They walked into the courtroom side by side displaying for all who looked a show of strength. Harry was wearing a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, and Desi had on another new dress she had picked out recently. Tony had definitely opened up a whole new world to her in the past few months. As his anger toward Desi faded, he had found a confidant and friend that he had come to depend on. Desi was grateful to him for helping her to find her own style that would help ease her into Harrys life. Desi found it amazing that Tony was so knowledgeable about clothes and decorating, but he seemed a virtual fount of information when it came to makeup as well. She was so transformed that Byrons parents almost didnt recognize her when she and Harry past them on the way to the front of the courtroom.
"You are coherent enough to function arent you Serena, or did you have a late night last night?" asked Harry arching an eyebrow. She wasnt above tweaking her friend a little even in light of why they were there. Harry figured it might lighten up the situation and bring a smile to Desis face, which it did. "My night is none of your business Harry, and yes I am coherent enough to get through the next two seconds. Cause believe me ladies after the pep talk Im sure Jude gave the Grim Reaper this morning, thats how long it will take for him to revoke Byrons bail. And rumor has it that both Byron and his brother are wanted for questioning in the Rose kidnapping case. Translation, they is in some deep shit," said Serena a bit too gleefully. She crossed her arms over her chest and sat back on the table behind her, life was so sweet sometimes when people like Byron found out there was a bigger bully on the block.
"Desiree Simoneaux you should be ashamed of yourself girl. Look at you flaunting yourself like some common whore while your husband is being accused unjustly. Its time you start to remember your place and it starts with you coming home with us right now. I think you and I have a lot to discuss while we sit and wait for your husband to get home," said Byron, Sr. after he realized who the woman in the brace was. He had moved to the front where they were standing and grabbed Desis upper arm in a vice like grip before Harry could do anything about it.
"Sir Im not sure who you are but if you dont let the lady go, Ill be forced to do it for you," said Harry in a low voice. She stepped closer to the two in challenge of Byrons father. "Is that so, I dont recall asking for your opinion on the matter. This is family business and doesnt concern you so back off," said the old man.
"Sir Im not going to ask again, and Desi is very much my business so let her go. Im not going to ask again." "Are you threatening me?" asked Byron Sr. "No Im promising you that I will break every bone in your hand and name them as I do so if you dont let her go," said Harry.
"Harry its ok," pleaded Desi. She reached behind her just to make some contact with the angry woman trying to calm her down. The last thing they needed was for Harry to have any legal problems because of all this. "Its not ok Desi. No one gets to treat you this way again, especially this fat asshole that no one ever taught manners to. Now let her go," said Harry more forcefully taking another step forward. Something in her eyes told the man that she wasnt kidding about anything she had said so he dropped his hold on Desi. Byron wasnt sure of who this woman was, but it was clear she was Desis attack dog and he wasnt about to find out if she could back up her threats.
"Desiree you know Im right, its time for you to stop all this craziness and come home where you belong. You know how Byron is, he didnt mean anything and hes sorry if he hurt you. Youre a Simoneaux now girl so lets go," said Byron, Sr. trying a sweeter approach this time.
Desi stepped next to Harry and felt the comfort and safety of an arm drape around her waist. Just like at that bus stop all those years before, Harry would keep her safe. "No I am home now and Ill never go back to the life I had before. Your son is an animal, an animal that will never get the opportunity to hurt me again," said Desi. She jutted her jaw out a little and felt wonderful for having the courage to stand up to this man she had feared as much as her husband. "Dont count on it Desiree, life is funny like that sometimes," was the mans only response before he went back to sit with his wife. From there he took in the actions of the two women at the front of the room. The way that Desi leaned into the tall woman standing next to her and the way the tall woman talked to her softly trying to comfort Desi. There was more to this relationship than he was willing to admit at the moment, but before he gave it another thought he had to find out who the intimidating woman was.
They all stood as Judge Reaper walked into the room and quickly called the court to order. He wasted no time in motioning to his clerk to call forth the first case, with any luck the asshole Jude had told him about was still out of town. Looking at Serena and Bradley before him the judge broke out into a smile. Serena returned it with one of her own and Bradley only managed to break out into a sweat. He really needed to ask his wife to loosen the buttons on his collars before they choked him to death in court.
"Good morning Ms. Ladding. Are the people ready to proceed this morning?" asked Carleton. He focused solely on her waiting for her answer. "Yes your honor, the people are ready to proceed and in the interest of time and justice wave a jury trial if the defense is so inclined," answered Serena. She looked over at Bradley who was tugging on his collar again and seemed to be turning a sickly shade of red. Serena looked behind her for a moment and offered Desi a comforting smile letting her know that everything would be all right.
"Thank you Ms. Ladding the court will take that under advisement, and you Mr. Blum, are you ready to proceed?" asked the judge. He waited a beat before adding, "Wait, you sure look lonely Mr. Blum, where is your client?" It was the second question that deepened Bradleys red shade.
"Your honor we beg the courts indulgence, but my client is out of town and couldnt be reached with the new court date. I would like to request a delay until Mr. Simoneaux can be reached," offered Bradley. Tugging on the collar one more time he waited with fingers crossed for the judges answer.
"I see, he is away taking care of a family emergency perhaps?" offered Carleton.
"A business engagement he couldnt get out of maybe?" Carleton tried again.
"Could it be that Mr. Simoneaux is wanted in the questioning of another unrelated matter and thinks that the judicial system in New Orleans is as stupid as he is?" asked Carleton raising his voice and leaning forward in his chair. "As the terms of Mr. Simoneauxs bond states, he is not to leave the area without a means in which the court can contact him. The reason we put those stipulations in place Mr. Blum, for future reference, is for times like this. Everyone is ready to proceed and your client is no where to be found. Do you know what that means Mr. Blum?" asked the judge one last time.
"He is to be remanded back into custody as soon as he is apprehended," said Bradley.
"Precisely Mr. Blum, he has until nine oclock this morning to report, if not bail is revoked. We are adjourned ladies and gentleman," Carleton said as he wrapped his gavel once and stood to leave the room.
Ignoring Desi and Harry for the moment, Byrons parents went to the front of the room to intercept Bradley before he left. "What did all that mean?" demanded Byron, Sr.
"It means that your son has precisely fifty minutes to report back to this court or he will be considered a wanted man. That will not help his case any, and add some more charges to the mountain hes already facing," said Bradley as he picked up his brief case and started walking to another courtroom to meet another client.
"But they cant do that. He didnt even know he was suppose to be here today," complained Byron, Sr. Everything he had worked for was in danger of going to some guy named Al that had secured his sons bail.
"They can and they will Mr. Simoneaux. That is what happens when you break in and drag some judges naked wife out of her bed in the middle of the night. You screw with the law and sometimes it will stick it to you without lubricating first. My free advice this morning for you is to drive to where ever Byron is and drag his ass back here by today. If not be prepared to ride out the storm until Jude Rose calms down, and this new judge well, lets just say they dont call him the Grim Reaper for nothing." Bradley had already made up his mind that he would tell Byron to find himself a new lawyer as soon as he resurfaced, no retainer was worth these kinds of headaches.
"But hes only on vacation, they cant charge him for that," persisted Byron, Sr.
"If you will excuse me, I have another client waiting for me across the hall. When you hear from Byron let me know, we have a lot to talk about before he turns himself into police." Bradley gave Byrons mother a small smile before heading out of the courtroom. The woman always looked so sad that, if she had asked, Bradley decided he would do her divorce free of charge. Despite the fact that Byron had paid his retainer, he was glad to see his wife Desi had found a new life for herself. Maybe there was hope for his mother.
As Byron Sr. argued with Bradley in front of the courtroom, Harry and Desi made their way out to the street. Since they were supposed to be in Florida for the weekend, Harry had taken the day off so they had the rest of the day to kill now that they were finished with the legal proceedings. Holding the passenger side door opened for Desi, Harry helped her inside then put her crutches in the back seat. They had yet to talk about everything that had happened, and the way that Byrons father had treated Desi that morning. The small woman could see the tenseness in Harrys jaw. It was the only outward sign as to how pissed Harry truly was.
"Harry Im sorry again for all this," Desi started. She reached for Harrys hand as soon as the tall body folded itself into the vehicle. Part of her was angry too for not letting Harry loose and beat the old man within an inch of his life. Maybe it would have taught him a lesson on how sometimes women fought back.
"Desi please stop apologizing for the behavior of other people. Your husbands father is an idiot, and that my love, has nothing to do with you. He was raised by idiots and in turn raised two of his own. You just had the misfortune of hooking up with one of them, but that part of your life is over now. This may take a little longer than we planned, but in four months you will sever your ties with these people once and for all," said Harry. She was taking deep breaths trying to fight back the urge to hit something after the confrontation with Byrons father in the courthouse. After their exchange of words she found that her palms hurt from the tight fists she had balled her hands into, but she was glad she had controlled her temper. Desi had had enough violence in her life, she didnt need to add to it.
"Will it truly ever be over Harry? I have a feeling Byron and the rest of his family will be a shadow over our happiness forever," said Desi. She turned her head to look out the window so that she wouldnt have to look at the disappointment in Harrys eyes.
"Desi you will find that money cant buy you happiness, but it can buy isolation from people like Byron. Whatever I have earned in my life is half yours now, and with that comes the security of knowing that you never have to return to what those people put you through. I dont ever want you to think of it as charity either. Its my gift to you freely given, and its yours even if you dont stay with me. The only way the Simoneaux family will ever bother you again is if you invite them to do so," said Harry with conviction. She wanted to get her point across to Desi so that the small woman could start to let go of some of the pain in her life. After her declaration, Harry slowly ran her fingers through the blondish red hair in an attempt to get Desi to look at her.
When she did turn around, Desis eyes were watery with tears that were yet to fall. Harry expected an argument over why Desi couldnt take what she was offering, so she was pleased when the young woman just smiled at her. "Thank you Harry. I promise that I am not going anywhere and that I will spend the rest of my days at your side making you as happy as you make me. One day hopefully I can be just like you Harry, and you will be proud of me."
"Im already proud of you honey. Look at yourself, you are a young beautiful woman that has so much to offer the world around you. Im not only proud of you, Im honored that you picked me to share your gifts," Harry said as she leaned over and kissed Desi softly on the lips. Desi welcomed the kiss and threw her arms around Harrys neck to pull her close. It was a special moment that was witnessed by the older couple coming down the front steps of the courthouse.
"Clyde told me about some friend Desiree had in school that he put an end to her seeing. Seems like she might be back and causing trouble between Byron and his wife," Byron, Sr. told his wife. Looking at the two women holding each other, Monique Simoneauxs lips turned up into a ghost of a smile. It was too late for her to start fresh, but not for Desi. She too had heard of Desis childhood friend from the girls father and she had thought it sin for Clyde to separate the two. Desi always looked sad like she did, and Monique knew the reasons why. Her husband had taught his sons many things, and some of them came in the form of watching him beat his own wife. The way the tall woman stood up to her husband told Monique that she would beat anyone that hurt Desi, but she would never turn that anger to the woman at her side.
"Maybe its time to let the girl be Byron. She aint ever gonna come back to our son now, even if she wasnt with her friend. I think there has been enough trouble over this so lets concentrate on trying to work our way out of it instead of adding to our plate," said Monique. She stepped away from her husband as she had her say, and her hands worked the leather strap of her purse nervously.
"There you go thinking again Monique, you know that gets you into trouble every time. There aint no way Im going to live with the fact that my sons wife threw him over for a woman. What will people think? Ill tell you what theyll think, that Byrons some sort of fruit or something that cant keep his woman satisfied. No Monique, Desiree is coming home even if it has to be in a pine box." With that said the large man grabbed his wife and pulled her down the remaining steps. If only he could remember the bitchs name, he was sure that Clyde had told him when they were making wedding plans. He did remember with sickening clarity when Desis father had told him about the night that he saw his daughter on the front porch with that pervert. Byron had promised Clyde that his son would handle the situation and make Desi forget she ever knew the woman.
Harry and Desi went home after court, with Harry looking in the rearview mirror to make sure they didnt have any unwanted tagalongs. The security guard would be making a come back until the situation settle down and Harry felt comfortable leaving Desi and Mona alone in the house. When they walked through the door they heard Mona and Butch in the kitchen together having breakfast. Rachel had yet to make an appearance and Harry had a feeling she was sleeping the morning away in the large duplex Serena owned in the garden district.
"Hello little buddy what do you have there?" asked Harry. "Uncle Harry! You are home and its the daytime," screamed the little boy. His face broke out into a big smile and he slammed his hands down on the table for emphasis of his joy. "That I am bud, and I will be home all day so what would you all like to do?" asked Harry. She went over and picked the toddler up so she could kiss him hello and leaned him over so Desi could do the same.
"Lets go swimming," said Butch without hesitation. "Sounds like a plan, but before we do that how would you like to go shopping?" asked Harry. As soon as the words left her mouth Mona jumped up and pulled a thermometer out of one of the cabinets and stuck it in Harrys mouth.
"You better put that child down with you being all delusional and all," Mona said in a serious tone. Harry did many things, but the maid knew shopping was not one of them.
"Come on Mona get dressed and Ill let you come with us," said Harry putting the thermometer back and handing Butch back to Mona. "Lets go change and well meet you both back down here," said Harry as she scooped Desi up into her arms. They all left the kitchen laughing as they made their way upstairs to get ready. The only hints Harry would give them were that they were to change into some shorts or jeans, and they had thirty minutes to do so.
"What are you up to Basantes?" asked Desi as she wrapped her arms around the strong neck for her ride up the stairs. The unpleasantness of the morning was washing away under Harrys helpful guidance, and she was looking forward to whatever adventure Harry had in mind.
"You are going to have to bear with me here and wait. No more hints or it will ruin the surprise, but I promise when were done you will think Im wonderful and you wont be able to live without me," said Harry with a smile. "Too late on that one baby, I already think that," replied Desi. She whispered softly into Harrys ear, then sucked her earlobe into her mouth then waited for the moan she knew was coming. Harry, God love her, was never one to disappoint, and feeling the warm mouth sucking gently made her not only moan but also made her knees go weak. "You need to behave and work with me here honey before I drop you and break something else," pleaded Harry. That got the lips to move from her ear to her neck. Mona just shook her head as she heard the giggles coming from Desi as Harry slammed their door shut.
Forty minutes later Harry and Desi made it back into the kitchen and announced they were ready to go. Both tried to ignore the knowing look Mona was giving them, but Desi couldnt help the blush that ran up her neck to her cheeks. Harry just wiggled her eyebrows making the cheeks turn that much redder.
"Ok boys and girls were here," said Harry as she turned into Dixie Art Supplies fifteen minutes later. The announcement got her a lap full of redhead, a cry of delight from Butch and a confused look from Mona. "Come on baby lets go shopping," she said as they got out of the car. Two hours later they finished making arrangements for the supplies Desi would need to be delivered that afternoon, and loading up the easel and finger paints supplies they had gotten for Butch. Desi thought it would be a good way for the little boy to get to know her when he came over if she shared a part of her new haven for Butch to create his own art.
For the rest of the afternoon Harry and Mona worked as a team to clean up the studio so that the deliverymen could install Desis equipment when it came. They decided to leave the painting Harry loved so much hanging right where it was, since Desi had a feeling Harry would be spending more time out in the airy building. They left the guys to their job of putting in the wheel and kiln when they did arrive and took Butch swimming.
By nightfall the studio was ready for Desis new career, they were grilling steaks for dinner, and there was a for sale sign on the front of Simoneauxs Car Repair. The only good news for everyone was that Als, the bail bondsman, bounty hunter was headed for Pensacola after a heart to heart talk with Byron Sr. Al didnt want to be in the car repair business anymore than Byron wanted to lose what he had built. Once this was all over and they had recovered the two Simoneaux brothers, Al was going to have to have a long talk with the elder Simoneaux to explain that something would have to be sold to cover his cost of the bail. The old man had to understand that Al wasnt doing this out of his kindness for his fellow man, and the way he saw it the business was the only thing that would bring in the amount owed.
In the eyes of the head of the Simoneaux family it was one more thing he blamed on his sons wife. Things were starting to unravel and only a show of force could upright his world again. Until that opportunity presented itself though there was only Monique to take his frustrations out on.
Rachel and Serena showed up hand in hand just as Harry was pulling the meat off the grill and Mona was coming out with the salad. They had finished eating and were enjoying an after dinner drink when Serenas phone starting ringing in her purse. Apologizing for the interruption, she stepped a few feet away to answer it seeing from the caller I.D. that it was the police precinct in the ninth ward.
"This is Serena Ladding," she answered when she pressed talk. "Hey Ms. Ladding this is Roger Landry. I was the detective sent to interview Mrs. Desiree Simoneaux the night of her attack. Im sorry to bother you but I thought you should know that Byron Simoneaux Sr. beat his wife to death tonight. He called 911 after she stopped breathing but the paramedics couldnt save her when they arrived. The bastard crushed her skull when he pushed her into the coffee table in their living room. We have him in custody and are still looking for the two sons. Would you like for me to call Desi and tell her what happened?" asked Roger.
"No Im at her house now Detective Landry, Ill tell her. Thanks for letting me know," said Serena. She had to lean on a chair to keep from falling over. Never having had a conversation with the woman didnt change the fact that she had been alive and in court that morning. Serena felt Rachel step up and hug her and found herself crying over the death of a woman she didnt know.
"Its ok Serena, whatever it is we are here for you," cooed Rachel into her ear as she tightened her hold on her new friend. She looked back at Harry for help knowing that she had known Serena longer than any of them there. Harry just motioned that she was doing the right thing and once the blonde got her composure back she would share what had upset her so much. They were all thankful that Butch had gone to sleep in Monas lap and she had left to go and put him down for the night. Seeing Serena so upset moved Desi to sit in Harrys lap for her own comfort. Harry was also like sitting on a heating pad and the night had turned cool and windy.
Taking a shuttering breath Serena told them what the detective had informed her of and it was Desis turn to cry. Her and Monique werent really close, but she did feel a kinship with her in that they were in the same situation. The silver lining here was that Desi had gotten out before she shared the old womans fate. Harry led them all inside and up the stairs. She hugged Serena and Rachel goodnight and told them to go to bed, it would be better in the morning and none of them needed to be alone. Serena was about to protest when Harry told her Butch was already sleeping and Rachel needed the company. Walking Desi to their room, the doctor undressed her lover and put her to bed as well. It was unfortunate that such a wonderful day had to be marred by the tragedy that ended it, but maybe Monique had finally found some peace in a life that had had so little of it.
"Harry in case you dont know this by now, I love you," whispered Desi in the dark. She was finally relaxing feeling the big hand rubbing her back. They were the same big hands that would sooth away all her troubles for the rest of her days, and at that moment it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"I love you too baby, now try and get some sleep. We can just bum around tomorrow and do whatever you want," Harry promised. In her head she recited a silent prayer of thanks for Desis broken leg. Had it not been for that pain and suffering, she might have lost Desi to the same fate that had befallen Monique that night.
The weekend passed without incident and the girls stayed together at Harrys house much to the delight of Butch, who considered it to be a camping trip of sorts. They got Desi settled into the studio and on Sunday, Tony and Kenneth came over to help with the cleaning and painting efforts so that by Monday, Desi was ready to start her creative juices. It had been a cleansing time that had started with Desi shedding the brace from her leg around the house, and Serena opening her heart to new possibilities with Rachel.
Roger kept them informed on the search for Mike and Byron and what was happening with their father. The detective had taken a liking to Desi and wanted to see that the young woman stayed safe and out of the clutches of Byron and his brother. Harry called the security company and hired a new guard to come and walk the grounds when she was at work, to give her peace of mind. On Sunday afternoon they all gathered in the kitchen and worked together to cook a late lunch since Mona was off visiting her family. They had to convince the kind woman to leave and spend some time away from the house and not stay and take care of all of them.
"Do we have any cheese?" Desi asked Harry. She had just finished grating a piece for the fajitas they were making. Harry was heading out to the grill to cook up the meat, chicken and shrimp they had marinated for the dish. "Look in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator, Im pretty sure thats where Mona hides it," said Harry putting the platter she was carrying down. Walking up behind Desi she pulled her out of the refrigerator door and onto the kitchen counter so that she could kiss her. There was just something about Desi in shorts and a thin strapped tank top that was driving Harry crazy.
"Baby, everybody is waiting for us," said Desi without making a move to get down from her perch. Harry had been in a romantic mood all day and there was no way she was going to put the brakes on that. "Let em wait. I have an incredible beautiful woman in my kitchen cooking me dinner and Im supposed to just sit on my hands," said Harry. "No but Ill be happy to sit on your hands," said Desi in a low sexy voice.
"We are hungry love birds so lets get with the program," complained Tony from the doorway. He had pulled the short straw and was sent to collect the missing two in their group. Actually, he and Kenneth were the only two not making out at the moment and he hated standing next to the hot pit.
"Get your own girl Tony," yelled Harry. "Bite your tongue Harry, that would be just sick," said Tony clutching his chest. "That would be my job thanks. Anything to do with Dr. Basantess tongue should be referred to the short redhead," said Desi. She finally made a move off the counter but made a point to slide down Harrys body. The motion made her nipples stand rigid against the fabric of the shirt she had on making Harry zoom in on the area. Desi slipped her hand into the front of Harrys shorts and pulled her out of the house, stopping by the platter so that the now frustrated woman wouldnt forget it. Tony loved the look on Harrys face, finally seeing the light that had been missing for so long. It was almost funny to him that the person that had put it out, was the person that had re-lit the flame.
"Uncle Harry if my mommy marries Rachel will we be related?" asked Butch as soon as they made it outside. "We are already related buddy so it doesnt matter who your mommy marries, that wont change," answered Harry. "Really?" asked Butch. "Yep, youre my family in my heart and nobody can change that. Come over here and let me teach you how to cook some meat like a caveman buddy," said Harry. This comment caused Serena to break away from Rachel and roll her eyes. "Harry dont you teach him anymore bad habits. Just wait until you have children, well have a standing appointment every week so that I can impart some of this wisdom you are teaching mine," said Serena with a mock glare on her face. It had been so long since they had had a good time that she loved the weekend. "You think Im going to raise ours any differently than my boy Butch here. Hell I think hes perfection just the way he is," teased Harry.
That comment got Desis attention, it had been the first time that Harry had ever mentioned wanting children, and the our was the most important part of what the doctor had said. Just because she and Byron had never had children didnt mean that she didnt want any, and she would give anything to share that experience with Harry. Desi walked over and leaned on Harrys finding that she missed her touch when they were apart. "I think you are perfect too Uncle Harry," said Butch holding a long fork like the one Harry had in her hand. "Me too baby, I think you are just perfect," echoed Desi.
That night, the police car cruising in front of the Simoneaux home missed the two figures entering through the back door by seconds. Careful not to turn on any lights Byron and Mike wondered why there was police tape along the front of the house and why there was no sign of life. After checking their parents bedroom they figured they must have gone out for the evening and by not turning on the lights they missed the large bloodstain still on the living room carpet. It was the last reminder that Monique Simoneaux had lived there and had given her life to satisfy the anger of her husband.
After their conversations on the trip to Florida, Byron vaguely remembered a tall dark haired girl that was friends with Desi when they were in school. He had graduated a two years before them but his yearbooks should have a picture and name of the person that was giving Desi her hiding place. So instead of heading for bed, Byron pulled the attic stairs down in the hall and spent the night looking for the books that contained the memories of a time in his life when he was a winner. Inside those volumes would forever live the good looking football player that all the girls were crazy about. The allure ended when he was pumping their gas instead, after graduation day.
Finding Desis class he started at the beginning of the alphabet praying that the face jumped out at him so that he could finally just go and get his wife. "Ah ha, I got you now you bitch," he said putting his finger over the picture of a young Harry. Coming down the steps with the book under his arm, Byron went to wake his brother to confirm if that is who he saw Desi with.
"What, leave me alone," said Mike. He tried to roll away from the persistent hand shaking him awake. Didnt Byron understand that he was tired and scared of what came next for them?
"Look at this picture Mikey and tell me if this is the woman you saw with Desi?" asked Byron as he turned on the small lamp on the nightstand. Mike squinted and rubbed his eyes for a minute before focusing on the picture his brother was pointing out. "Yeah that looks like her," he said to Byrons back as he ran out of the room. The phonebook only gave Harrys office address and number; no home address was given. All he had to do was sit and wait for the doctor to drive home then he would get Desi back.
"No you cant get up," complained Desi when the alarm went off. It was Monday and Harry had to get back to work. They had bid everyone a farewell the night before and spent the night trying to kill each other from forceful orgasms. The result being Harrys doubts that she could stand for any length of time today, and it was Charity surgery day.
"Unhand me woman we both have dates with some unshaped clay today and its time to get to it," said Harry as she tried to move to the side of the bed. No matter what position they fell asleep in, they always woke up in the middle of the bed with Desi lying on top of Harry.
"You are giving up medicine to make bowls baby?" asked Desi. She moved with Harry trying her best to convince her to stay in bed a little while longer. "No you have big globs of clay waiting to be bowls and vases, and I have big blobs waiting to be surgeons. Some days I think you might have better luck with your blobs than I will have with mine. Dont get too carried away out there today and Ill try and finish up at a decent hour so we can go out to dinner. Cooking once a week is my limit, and yesterday was it."
"You have a date baby," said Desi. She got up after Harry and put on a robe so she could downstairs and make some coffee and breakfast. While she enjoyed having Mona around to cook for them, it was nice to take care of Harrys eating needs once a week. "Any requests for breakfast love?" she asked before heading down the stairs. "Surprise me."
"Im sorry but Dr. Basantes wont be seeing patients here this morning. If you would like I can make you an appointment for Wednesday afternoon if you can wait that long," the receptionist informed Byron on the phone.
"But I just have to talk to her today, is there anyway that you could tell me where to find her?" asked Byron. "She is staffing surgery at Charity today sir so she will be unavailable for most of the day, Im sorry." Before Irma, Harrys receptionist, could say anything else the man hung up leaving her wondering what he really needed.
Parking across the street in the Tulane Hospital parking garage, Byron sat on the steps of the medical school, which faced the entrance to the doctors parking for Charity Hospital. He figured Harry wouldnt remember him from school, and she had never seen him with Desi. Once he got a look at what kind of car she drove he would go and get the car his father had lent him and follow her home. He looked disgustedly at all the vendors that had begun to setup in front of the large structure. The world was full of freaks and perverts, so Byron thought this was the perfect place for Desis friend to work.
He saw the Range Rover pull into the drive and the electric window start to go down. It was her and she was motioning to the guy selling bags of mixed fruit over with a five dollar bill.
"Hey Dr. B hows it hanging this morning?" asked the tall African American man with long braids in his hair. He was a recovering drug addict that had found a job hawking fruit in front of the hospital, and Harry was one of his most regular customers on the days she worked. Always paid with a five, and always told him to keep the four she had coming in change.
"A little low and to the left Henry, hows it going with you?" answered Harry. "Ok doc, I just have twenty bags to go." "Good luck Henry and stay clean buddy," answered Harry as she put her keycard into the meter making the arm blocking her path go up. "Thanks doc." Byron was right, she never noticed him in the crowd of colorful characters that always seemed to adorn the outside of the medical facility. Harry was more concerned with maneuvering the suv in the tight parking lot. She had always thought that it had been easier becoming a doctor than it was to try and get around in the parking facility built by some state engineer. Maybe Ill get a motorcycle and give Desi this thing, thought Harry as she backed into the first space she found.
The lot was close to empty when she pulled out at six that evening, punching the speed dial to the house from the car to talk to Desi. "Hey honey how was your day?" she asked when Desi answered the phone. "Hey you, it was great I have a present for you. Its still cooling but I made my first vase today and its all yours," said a happy Desi. She didnt want to go into all the clay that had collapsed on her throughout the day, but the more she did it the more it came back.
"Too late I already have your first creation honey, its in my office uptown sitting on my desk," said Harry pulling into traffic. "What creation is that?" asked Desi. She was standing in the closet in her underwear trying to figure out what to put on. "It was an ashtray you made in the fifth grade that has your finger imprints on the bottom along with your name. I guess you had to add the name in case some other cute girl gave me an ashtray with her finger impressions on the bottom. I keep candy in it and it is a constant reminder of my favorite cute girl in the world," said Harry. She was enjoying the conversation on the way home and it was grounding her to hear that Desi was all right. Her last case of the day had been a broken jaw that had been a result of domestic violence, and it had thrown her for a loop.
"I see, well baby you get my second creation too. While you are waiting for it to finish creating would you like to share with your girl where we are going tonight so that I can get dressed."
"Youre naked?" asked Harry.
"Why yes Harry I am, and Im waiting to get dressed so spill it."
"I dont know it may take me the whole drive home to decide where were going. Hows this, if you are naked when I get home Ill even buy you dessert?" Harry propositioned.
"If you bring home dessert you could lick it off of me now that I am an expert in the field," Desi bantered back. All she heard was a growl over the line and the sound of the front gate opening up. Putting her robe on she went out to the balcony with the phone and bent over the side to get a look at Harry. Waiting for the scrub-clad woman to bid the guard goodbye Desi smiled down at the one person that made her world spin.
"Are you naked under there?" asked Harry. "Come on up here sailor, and find out," said Desi as she disconnected her end of the line. Running back into the bedroom she stripped off the robe and lace bra and panty set she had put on and jumped on the bed. She laughed when she heard Harry running up the stairs taking them two at a time from the sound of it. Not seeing Rachels car in the driveway Harry reverted back to her old ways and started stripping on the other side of the door. She opened the door and made it to the bed in three big steps.
"I missed you today baby. Would you like to see how much?" asked Desi. Seeing Harry naked at the door and heading toward the bed made it apparent that another shower would be needed before heading out to dinner. Feeling Harry roll them over so that Desi was on top doubled the wetness between her legs when Harrys hands closed over the cheeks of her butt and squeezed. Getting back to what she had in mind before Harry shot her concentration Desi broke off their kiss and moved down Harrys body.
"Ive been thinking about you all day long baby. Thinking about how you look when youre all turned on, and how you taste. Running my fingers through all that wet clay all day had me thinking about running my fingers over you baby," Desi told her in a low voice. The whole time she had been talking she had been running just her nipples over Harrys body getting the long body under her to start panting. The late afternoon sun lit the room enough for Desi to see the effect of her actions on Harrys body as she came to rest between the muscular legs.
Running blunt nails up from Harrys feet, Desi finally used her two index fingers to part wet slick folds. Taking one finger she put it just under Harrys clit and pressed down making the nub protrude even more than it was already. Desi decided to try something on Harry her sister had told her about and said it would get her great results. Making her tongue into a point she started to write out the alphabet on Harrys point of need. Deciding on the lower case letters because it involved more swirling motions made her realize that Rachel did have good advice every so often. By the letter g Harrys hips were moving trying to increase the pressure Desi was applying, and the letter i got her an "Oh shit baby," out of Harry.
She didnt make it passed k before the urge to suck it into her mouth won out over Harrys education. Sliding two fingers into Harry, she sucked until she felt the walls around her fingers contracted signaling that Harry was coming. Desi knew that Harry was enjoying what she was doing when the fingers threaded through her hair keeping her face in place until the pleasure Desi was delivering turned slightly painful.
Desi hadnt made it all the way back up to the head of the bed when she was flipped over and pinned to the bed. It was Harrys turn and having studied Latin, she knew a whole new alphabet Desi hadnt experienced yet, but just as she was about to return the favor Desi held her in place.
"No lover I want to look in your eyes when you make me come tonight so dont move." Harry shifted to be able to slide her right hand between their bodies and started to carry out Desis wishes. Holding her weight off of Desi with her other arm, Harry started with some slow kisses to Desis neck moving quickly back up to her lips. Long fingers stroked in between Desis legs softly at first but turning hard and determined when the small woman wrapped her legs around Harrys back. Harry rocked her hips in time with her hand giving her strokes an extra push into Desi, her thumb slamming into the hard nub every time she came down.
"Yes baby just like that. Ooh god that feels so good, look at me Harry, look at what you do to me," screamed Desi as her pupils dilated and she sent a flow of hot liquid all over Harrys hand. Once was not enough after she came, so Desi lifted her leg until it made contact with Harry and started them rocking again. Harry was primed after all the talk Desi had provided while she had been making love to her. Desi dug her fingers into Harrys ass when she heard the grunts in her ear telling her that Harry was close again. At the last minute Harry pushed up with her upper body so that she could speed up their thrusts getting them to their destination.
"Baby you sure are good at that. Maybe that early retirement you talked about wouldnt be such a bad idea," said Desi. She was shifting around under Harry trying to find a comfortable spot after the taller woman had collapsed on her after they came in one big grunt.
"If I did that all day I would be dead in a week," said Harry rolling over to her side. She was still mostly on Desi trapping her with spent appendages. This was the best way she could think of to come home.
"Ok baby, now you have to take me out to eat. You really know how to build up an appetite in a person, so get moving," said Desi. She slapped the closest butt cheek she could reach with one hand and pushed up with the other. "And you have yet to tell me where were going," the small blonde said as she followed Harry into the bathroom. "Gosh Desi, wheres your sense of adventure," said Harry.
Harry leaned into the shower and adjusted the water to a tolerable scalding temperature before jumping in. She felt the warm body press up against her back the moment she put her head under the stream of water. "Do you think Im dirty?" she asked Desi. "Yes and your incorrigible too, so hands off me or Ill never get anything to eat," said Desi. She continued to run soapy hands over Harrys body knowing that the doctor was a sucker for the sensation.
"How about if I bought you a Port of Call burger, would you let me touch you then?" asked Harry as she turned and faced Desi. "Honey for one of those suckers with the baked potato Ill have your baby," said Desi. "Deal."
The answer left Desi stunned for a moment and Harry thought she had crossed the line. They had never really talked about it, Harry always thinking it was too soon in their relationship. But the fact was it would have to be brought up eventually if it were to be a healthy pregnancy because of the age factor.
"Ok, did you mean deal in the sense of you want to have a baby with me, or deal you want to buy me a burger?" asked Desi. She crossed her fingers so that Harry wouldnt chicken out and give her an answer she thought Desi would want to hear.
"Both. I want to have children with you soon, and I want to buy you a burger tonight. If you dont want kids its ok, Ill just live vicariously through Butch." Harry leaned her cheek on the top of Desis head nervous that she had given away too much of what her dreams were too soon.
"Nope I want my own and they have to be a part of you so my suggestion to you Dr. Harry is you call your brother and ask him for a favor. No beating around the bush and no long waits, I think were ready and were entitled to our own little bundle of joy. Now move that fine ass out of the shower and feed me," demanded Desi. She didnt move until the water cooled a bit though because she was soaking up the wonderful hug that Harry was giving her. They were finally getting it right, all it took was complete honesty and open lines of communication.
Dressed in jeans and sneakers the girls headed out to their old haunt, never noticing the old car that kept behind them for the length of the ride. Byron had waited outside the gates to see if they were staying in for the evening and formulating his plan on how to get into the house. He followed them to the restaurant and stayed long enough to watch them go inside then left, figuring that they would head back to the house once they were done. It was making him sick to watch the way Desi threw herself at this woman she was with. When she was with him she had never reached for his hand, and never leaned over to initiate a kiss. All this time he should have known there was something wrong with her, it had nothing to do with him.
He parked his car on one of the side streets and then jumped the fence to Harrys property staying in the shadows until he reached the house. Armed with a pair of bolt cutters, glasscutter and another surprise he waited for the lovebirds to get home. He wasnt going to spend time in jail over a fucking freak.
Coming out of the eating establishment that looked like a hole in the wall dive, Desi asked Harry, "Do you remember the last time we ate here together?" They had just finished eating and were walking back to the car holding hands. Since their last venture to the restaurant that served mostly natives, the area around Esplanade Avenue had become the mecca of gay bars and restaurants. No one really gave a second glance to two people being affectionate in the area since it had become such a common sight.
"But of course I do my love. I had that old two seater that was perfect for getting you to sit close to me, God I loved that car. We had the squirt with us and just like tonight you socked away that huge burger and even bigger baked potato. The only difference would be the addition of two beers to go with the meal," said Harry. She deactivated the alarm when they reached the Range Rover, then pressed Desi to the side so that she could kiss her before she opened the door. "Thats different too baby, though I would have welcomed it back then as well," said Desi. She looked up at Harry with a dreamy expression on her face then moved so her chivalrous date could open her door for her.
They drove back to the house in a companionable silence just enjoying each others company having already talked about their day over dinner. When the gate at the front of the house slid open after Harry pressed the key attached to her visor, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Harry walked around and let Desi out of the car, then fumbled with the door lock since Desi was draped over her back tickling and trying to distract her. It was as if the small woman didnt want to lose the playful mood they had been in since Harrys call on the way home. Desi was already planning many more nights like the one they were finishing up, since they had been able to cover a multitude of topics without difficulty.
Harry walked up the stairs with Desis legs wrapped around her waist. The fact that she had made this trip so many times that it had become rote, helped in that she didnt have to break the kiss they were sharing. When they got to the bedroom Harry sat on the bed with Desi still on her lap and leaned back so that she could feel Desis body press into her own. It was the uncommon noise coming from the closet that broke the kiss.
Looking at the clock on the nightstand and seeing that the usual red read out was missing, Harry knew that the electricity was out. Having what had happened to Jude fresh in her mind, she eased Desi off of her and looked at the closest house noticing that their upstairs lights were still shining. The blip from the closet alarm panel was still working because of the battery backup and it indicated a breach through the kitchen doorway.
Walking back to the bed, Harry put her index finger to her lips as a signal for Desi to keep quiet as she retrieved something from the under the bed. With a duffel bag draped over her shoulder Harry brought Desi with her through the balcony doors where she dumped out the bag and whispered in Desis ear what she wanted her to do.
"Baby I want you to climb down and make your way over to the studio. The electric feed comes to that building first before it comes to the house so there should still be power in there. Call the police and tell them that has been a break in and the guy is still in the house. Whatever you do dont come back to the house until I come out to get you or the police do and tell you its ok. Now go and I love you."
"Harry youre coming with me arent you?" asked Desi. She watched as Harry unrolled a small ladder that fell to the ground below. They were common in the old houses that were mostly made of wood, making it easier to get out in case of a fire.
"No I have a feeling I know who it is and he and I have some unfinished business, now come on baby get moving," said Harry with urgency. She kissed Desi quickly on the lips and helped her over the side of the railing watching as she made it to the ground and ran off in the direction of her studio. Harry turned and headed back into the room and stood in the center for a moment to get her bearings. Listening to see if Byron would give her a clue as to where in the house he was, she used the time to let her eyes acclimate to the darkness.
Glad that they hadnt undressed yet, she headed for the hall and down the stairs using the outside edge so they wouldnt creak. At the bottom she paused before heading to the sunroom knowing that Desis estranged husband would have to come through it to get to the main part of the house. Marshalling all her calm, Harry sat on one of the couches in the room and waited. Listening hard, she could hear the man panting in the kitchen. He sounded as if he was afraid and was trying to decide what to do next. What you do next asshole is serve a very long prison sentence unless I decide to beat you to death before the cops get here, thought Harry. She had pressed the police key on the alarm pad before leaving the bedroom, which quieted the blipping noise. Harry didnt want anything scaring Byron off before she had a chance to get her hands on him.
Ok Byron this is just like the last time. You make your way through the house and grab Desi. Only this time I know its her and not some woman I never met before. He stood in the kitchen a minute and went through his plan one more time before moving. After looking through the windows while the women were out, Byron saw that the doorway through the big glass room was the easiest way to get into the main house. There he was positive he would have no trouble finding the stairs and his wife.
Even though it was a full moon and a clear spring night, he never saw the figure sitting staring holes into him. When he made it to the middle of the airy room Harrys voice broke the silence that had prevailed until that moment.
"Hello Byron, its been a long time. Welcome to our home, though most people use the bell and the front door." He pulled the gun from the waistband of his pants and pointed it straight out making a circle in place trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from.
"I dont want to hurt you, I just want Desi then Ill be on my way."
"There in lies the problem old pal, Desi doesnt want you," said Harry as she moved further into the shadows. She hadnt planned on the idiot having a gun, and it was not in her plans to get shot that evening.
"Well you lost, you sick fuck. Desi married me and thats the way its going to stay. Im not going to let some fancy attorney, that you paid for Im sure, make it otherwise. Now where is she?" screamed Byron. He was sweating now and the gun was getting slippery in his hand. Why had it been so much easier the first time?
"Put the gun down Byron and lets talk about this like two adults. Desi is not going to leave with you tonight, or on any other night for that matter. Dont you want whats best for her?" asked Harry in a reasonable tone. She was watching him and it wasnt a comforting sight.
"I tell Desi whats good for her, Im her husband goddammit. Thats the way it works."
"Your daddy tell you that one sport? If you were a real man youll put the gun down and deal with me the way he handled your mother. You are a man arent you Byron?" asked Harry. Her voice had taken on a sarcastic edge, the only way she was going to prevail was to push all his buttons.
"Im the one thats normal here, and yes Im a man. My father is a real man that taught my brother and I how the world works, so dont you go insulting him. You got me bitch?" The sweat was dripping into his eyes now and he was having trouble seeing anything in the room.
"Im sure thats what he was doing last night when he beat your mother to death in his living room, teaching her how the world works. Only problem with that is, who is going to do his laundry and cook his meals? Come on little boy put the gun down and deal with me the way your old man dealt with your mother. He was a real man because he let his fists do the talking for him. Youre nothing but a fucking coward hiding behind that thing in your hand. No wonder Desi picked me over you. God youre pathetic, losing your woman to another woman no less." Harry kept up her taunting until he yelled at her to stop.
"You are nothing but a pervert and a liar. My parents are just out of town."
"Nope, sorry pal your mother is lying on a cold slab down at the morgue, and your daddy is playing hide the soap with some big bubba down at central lock up. I know it doesnt seem fair to you but its against the law to kill your wife, even if it seemed like a good idea at the time. Come on Byron, you afraid of me or something?"
He pulled the trigger and shot. Hearing the big body hit the ground made him feel better. She kept talking about his family, so he was justified in his actions. Now all he had to do was find Desi.
Desi was out in the studio still on the phone with the emergency operator when she heard the pop come from the house. The phone slipped from her hand as she sunk to her knees in tears. "Harry!" was the scream the operator heard from the other end. She raised her voice from her end trying to get Desi to pick up the phone again so Desi could tell her what was happening. After hearing the name Harry screamed a couple of more times the only sound the operator heard was the sound of running feet and the slam of a door.
Desi ran to the house as quick as she could ignoring her promise to Harry not to do so. She just knew Harry needed her and she wasnt going to leave her lover alone in the house with that animal. As she made it through the kitchen door, Desi heard the crash of broken glass coming from the sunroom. Not thinking of her own safety she moved in that direction.
"This if for that broken leg you gave her you bastard," screamed Harry as her fist connected with the side of Byrons jaw. They were in the yard and Byron was trying his best to land his own blows, which Harry seemed to not have any trouble side stepping. "This is for all the other times you laid a hand on her," Harry continued, this time aiming for his nose. When he swung out clumsily she grabbed his hand and folded all his fingers back until she heard the crunch of bone. "Hurts like a bitch doesnt it?" asked Harry, not letting go of the hand. Sending a punishing kick to Byrons side, she added to the bone breaking total with two ribs. As he stood there swaying she continued her monologue not noticing that Desi was watching them. "Let me explain something to you pal, Desi belongs here with me not because I own her, but because here is where she wants to be. I will never let anyone, especially you, hurt her again. I love her too much for that." She paused a minute and delivered another swing that broke his jaw. The scream of pain he released shook Desi out of her trance. She yelled to Harry, as she was about to hit him again.
"No Harry, thats enough. Hes not worth it baby please stop," Desi walked through the broken window out to Harry. When Harry let go of his hand, Byron fell in a heap on the grass. Not caring that Harrys hands were full of blood Desi just hugged her and pulled the strong arms around her in a plea for Harry to hold her.
"What are you doing here honey? I thought I told you to stay in the studio until I came and got you?" asked Harry not letting go of Desi.
"I heard a gunshot and I couldnt stay in there knowing you might be hurt. Harry what in the world is the matter with you? You could have been killed in there. Next time just leave if the person has a gun. I swear you make me so mad," yelled Desi. She pulled away from their hug and hit Harry in the stomach. "You are all right arent you?" she thought to ask as she started checking every square inch of Harrys body.
"Yes Im all right, the picture on the far wall of the sunroom didnt fair so well though. Come here you," said Harry pulling Desi back to her. This was finally over.
"Thank you Harry. No one has ever stood up for me the way you do and I love that about you, even if you are an idiot. Youve been my savior since I was in pig tails, and I have a feeling you will be when Im old and gray." The police found them in that exact position when they finally arrived. After answering their questions, the two women were assured that Byron had been brought to the hospital to have his injuries tended to with an armed escort. As soon as he was done he was headed to central lock up where he would join his father and brother. Mike had surrendered peacefully when the police surrounded the house after a neighbor called and said they had seen movement.
Roger Landry left a unit at the house over night so that the girls could stay there even with the broken window in the back. The detective was glad to see this case end on a high note and not with the dragging off of body bags. The woman that Harry led up the stairs that night was so different than the one he had interviewed all those months ago, this woman looked happy. Roger figured the tall good looking doctor holding her hand had a lot to do with that.
"Baby?" asked Desi. They were lying down in the middle of the bed relaxing and trying to calm down after the nights events.
"Whats on your mind Des?"
"Can things get back to normal now?" asked Desi. She propped herself up a little so that she could look at Harry. The smile that creased her lips couldnt be held back when she saw the love staring back at her from those incredible blue eyes.
"Count on it lady. From here on out it will be family dinners, pottery, medicine and two point five kids. Ill teach them to throw their clothes on the floor to keep Mona on her toes. Youll become rich making little expensive bowls so you can keep me in my old age, and well all live happily ever after." Harry sealed her predictions with a kiss.
Harry walked up to the old house and noticed the two little girls playing on the porch next to the old swing. "Hello, is your mom at home?" she asked when they looked her way. The smaller of the two ran in the house and yelled for her mother, leaving Harry to look at the condition of the place she remembered.
"Can I help you?" asked the tired looking petite woman that came out. The front of her shirt was covered in baby spit up, that Harry assumed came from the infant she was holding.
"Yes maam, my name is Harry Basantes and I would like to buy your porch swing from you." The woman shifted the baby to her other hip and looked at Harry like she had lost her mind. "What is this, some kind of joke?"
"No maam Im serious. See my girlfriend grew up in this house and I fell in love with her sitting in that swing," said Harry pointing to the swing hanging at the end of the porch. "Todays her birthday and Id like to give it to her as a gift, so name your price," said Harry. She brought her hand up to her forehead and smiled as she shielded the sun from her eyes.
"A thousand dollars," the woman said seriously. If some nut came to her door in the middle of the day and wanted to play games, she would oblige her. Harry looked at her and the smile grew bigger. After noticing the worn out looking toys and the condition of the house she thought she would do this woman a kindness.
"I wont pay a penny over five," Harry counter offered.
"Five dollars," the outrage was evident in the womans voice. "Ill have you know this is an antique, and further more it was where you fell in love supposedly, surely you think its worth more than that?"
"Not five dollars, five thousand. I got the money right here," said Harry as she pulled the wad out of her front pocket. She fanned the hundreds out and waved them toward the porch. "Desis worth a lot more than this, but thats all I got on me."
"Look lady I was just kidding, but I sure could use the money. My sons got to have surgery to straighten his legs and I dont want it done at that charity place. Figure the place is full of quacks and he deserves better than that." The woman put the money Harry handed her in the pocket of her shorts and watched as Harry unhooked the swing that had hung on the porch for years. Maybe her mother hadnt been full of bull when she always said that God works in mysterious ways.
Harry carried her purchase to Land Rover and then came back into the yard. Pulling a small leather card case out of her back pocket she handed it to the young mother. "My girlfriend Desi thinks Im a little quacky but Ill be happy to look at junior there for you. Just give my office a call and Ill see him in my private clinic uptown, that way you can do something else with the money."
The woman looked at the heavy linen card with raised ink and then at Harry. All she could think to do was lean over and kiss Harry on the cheek. "Thank you, I dont know why you came here today but thank you. That girlfriend of yours must be the luckiest woman on the planet."
"Nope that would be me. Dont forget to call, you get a free vase with every surgery," said Harry before closing the car door. The woman didnt quite know what that last part meant, but she put the card in the same pocket the money had gone into.
Desi walked slowly back to the house through the garden that had a multitude of flowers blooming, thinking about the past year. In that time she had come to think of the big house as her home, and Harry as her mate for life. Gone were the security guards, and the fear that Byron was lurking behind every corner. He, his father and brother were all locked up in Angola State Prison for many years to come. Judge Carleton Reaper had seen to that by handing down the maximum penalty after the jury came back with a guilty verdict in all the trials they had had to sit through.
"Byron Simoneaux a jury of your peers has found you guilty of attempted murder in the first degree. It is with extreme satisfaction that I hand down a sentence of thirty years in the state prison system. This court is now adjourned. See you next week Byron, have a nice day you hear." Carleton had told him as he left the courtroom with a smile and wink for Desi and Harry.
Between that trial, the kidnapping one and the one for breaking and entering Byron would leave Angola only in a pine box. Mike got off easier with a sentence of fifteen years for his part in the kidnapping of Monique Rose, only after he confessed. He cut a deal with the District Attorneys office to avoid a trial, if he agreed to testify against his brother. For Desi it had been a moment of relief and justification when they walked out of the courtroom for the last time. She and Harry had stayed long enough to watch the deputies take Byron out in handcuffs. They hadnt attended Byrons fathers trial but they knew from Serena that he had also been found guilty in the beating death of his wife, and it would be unlikely that he would, considering his age, get out of jail alive. Carleton had joked at one point that the state should get a family rate after having the parade of Simoneauxs through his courtroom.
After all that was done, Desi had been able to concentrate on her pottery and Harry. She found that all the women that had crossed Harrys path in their time apart had made the doctor into a bit of a romantic. The past year had been sprinkled with presents, candle lit dinners and romantic evenings in front of the fire in their room. Harry was always affectionate, gentle and kind and Desi had soaked up the attention the brunette lavished on her. The passage of time had eased the fears of everyone in Harrys life that Desi would walk again, and now Desi enjoyed a good relationship with all of them. Visits to Florida had opened the hearts of Harrys family to Desi, and it had been another source of support for her to depend on. And Mona, bless her heart, had become the mother Desi had never known.
The glass of milk was placed in her hand the minute she walked through the door, and the look in Monas eyes told her not to argue about drinking it. Desi accepted it with a smile and a wave before heading upstairs to get ready. Tony had arranged for one of the larger art galleries in the city to have a showing of her pieces, and tonight was the opening. Harry had promised she was only going to work the morning, so Desi fully expected to find her in the bedroom when she arrived.
The black suit draped magnificently over broad shoulders, and the black silk shirt under it brought out Harrys tan and made her eyes look that much bluer. Desi had to pause and admire the tall sturdy body and the dazzling smile aimed at her. Sometimes she did pity the poor women that looked at her like they hated her for taking Harry out of circulation, only sometimes though.
"My, looking at you makes me look good. Know what I mean?" asked Desi. The smile on Harrys face got bigger, which told Desi something was up.
"Good evening fair lady, and how are you today?" asked Harry while she bowed deeply at the waist. "Ok Harry spill it, what are you up to?"
"Do I have to be up to anything just because I asked how you were? But now that you mention it I have a surprise for you. Go get ready and Ill give it to when youre done."
Desi took a quick shower and donned a simple black dress so she would look like she was with Harry. She was putting in the diamond earrings Harry had given her that morning for her birthday when she noticed the giver leaning against the railing out on the balcony. Sitting next to her were two champagne flutes, full and waiting to be enjoyed.
"Are you ready for tonight?" asked Harry. Desi had walked out and stood in between the long legs. "Ready as Ill ever be. My agent tells me most of the stuff is sold already, so this will be more of a chance for people to see what Ive done rather than me begging them to buy something." Desi pressed her face into the front of Harrys shirt to get a whiff of the familiar cologne the tall woman had always worn. It was a clean woodsy smell that Desi had missed for years. Only Harry smelled like this wearing it, no one else even came close.
"Im so proud of you honey, you are the best thing in my life. I hope you had a nice birthday, tonights just the icing," Harry told her as she ran her fingers through Desis hair.
"I did have a nice day and thanks again for these great earrings. They are the nicest gift Ive ever gotten next to you baby," said Desi. She lifted her head up and gave Harry a kiss on the chin.
"Those are not your gift. That is," said Harry. She pointed to the right and to the end of the balcony. There on the end of the wide space hung the swing they had spent so much time on in their childhood. In the morning it would get a fresh coat of paint, but for tonight it would have to do as it was.
"How in the world " Desi started as she walked toward it. Leave it to Harry to play with her already wrecked emotional state. There wasnt a day that went by lately that something didnt mist her up. It could be a commercial on television or a collapsed bowl, but it was always something.
"Come on honey, this is suppose to make you happy not make you cry. Wanna try it out and see if it still has any magic left in it?" asked Harry. She helped ease Desi down then went and retrieved the glasses on the railing.
Handing Desi her glass, Harry put her arm around her and clinched their glasses together. "Heres to more happy birthdays and to the best girl anyone could ask for." Harry took a sip and noticed Desi not drinking. "Its ok honey, its just sparkling grape juice. You wont be killing any of my kids brain cells if you take a drink."
"Your kid missed you today, I guess thats what all the kicking was about. There was no one around to sing any sappy songs." Desi rubbed her swollen midsection and took a sip of juice. She laughed when Harry immediately put her glass down and joined in the rubbing. It was getting harder for her and Mona to push Harry out the door in the morning to go to work. Given a choice Harry would follow Desi around all day finding some excuse to touch her stomach.
Desi was due in a month, and if everything went according to plan they would have a healthy baby with dark curly hair and big blue eyes. If they did they would have Raul, Harrys brother to thank for that, and after seeing his kids it was a distinct possibility. After their announcement at the beginning of November, Serena volunteered to have Thanksgiving dinner at her house. The reason she gave was there was no way she was eating any turkey that had been basted at their house. Tony had put aside his agent duties and helped Desi decorate a babys room next to their room. It had been Rachels room until she moved in with Serena and Butch.
"We love you Harry. Me and baby Basantes," whispered Desi from the circle of Harrys arms. "This has been the best birthday ever. You know we can come out here and swing the baby when its fussy."
"I have one more thing for you honey. My mother will be there tonight, so it makes this gift imperative. Ive known you all my life Desiree Thompson. You have given me love, pain and redemption. All I can give you in return is my love. My love and my promise to always be here to take care of you for as long as you want me. I want you to wear this as a sign of that, and hopefully it will remind you everyday that I belong to you." Harry pulled the small velvet box from her pocket and opened it. Sitting inside was a large emerald cut diamond ring. Before slipping it on Desis finger Harry read the inscription on the inside of the band. "Thank you," was all Harry said.
"Thank you?" asked Desi. It seemed like an odd thing to inscribe. Turning to look at Harry, Desi rubbed her thumb on the bottom of the band Harry had placed on her finger.
"You were the only cure for a broken heart, so I wanted to thank you," said Harry. They finished the commitment with a kiss before they got up to leave.
When Harry closed the back door and locked it she missed the news report that played on the small set in the kitchen. The anchorman read the news teaser as Harry helped both Mona and Desi into the car.
"Stay tuned to the ten oclock new for more on the jail break earlier today. Ten inmates are still missing including the Simoneaux clan from here in the New Orleans area. The father and two sons, as well as seven others, were last seen heading into the marsh surrounding Angola State Penitentiary."
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