Thread: Mail Order Husband [East and Lagertha]

Claire.. The voice came as a whisper, knocking on her door. A soft thing, the voice called again. Claire...wake up. The sun had already risen outside the small home, and the animals were stirring. The bedroom was silent, save for the breathing of something under the sheets curled up on a ball on the floor. When there was no response, the door made of old wood opened slowly. It came closer, whispering to the lump on the ground of tatthered sheets. A hand came down, touching the lump as the body slumped down with a loud thud, a grunt escaping the lips of a man. Claire, my child..you should be up by now. He patted her thigh, gripping it and watching her twist under the sheets. Out came a pale foot, connecting with his dark tanned skin. He laughed as it hit his side, and moved to grip the sixteen year olds foot. It was odd to the man. Memories flooded his head to the time she had been born, so small he might have crushed her if he held her wrong. He could still probably hurt her if he was not careful, but it amazed him how much she had grown. Seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms as you cried for your mother's milk. He patted her leg, a groan sounding from her lips. By no means were the Kat's rich. They had enough money for food and water, to maintain their crops and foods, and for his equipment to work on the digs. Jacob, her father, was not the tallest of men, or the best built. It's true his skin had grown dark from the amounts of sun exposure doing his digs in the sand, it's true he had learned the language of Egypt and fallen in love with a local, and it was true that his head was as bald as a baby's bum. It was also true, that he was originally from America, but having fallen in love with his wife Babes, who refused to leave her country even though she was poor, he had left it all behind to have a life here with her..in the slums of their world. Love had made him a wealthy man, but had also left his family poor. Still, he was happy. Babes had gifted him with a beautiful daughter, who was mostly helpful when she was awake. Wake up, Claire, we have work to do. Jacob always addressed his daughter by her middle name. It suited her more, he felt, but his wife might smack him if he heard the name. She had never liked it, it was too American. Claire! The girl did not stir until the fabrics. Angry, Jacob rose to his feet, standing only five and eight, before gripping the blanket and pulling it off his daughter's body. With a grunt, Bosede Claire Kat, awoke, one green eye opened to the dusty room. Her skin was pale, burnt by the sun from too much exposure, her shirt and pants clung to her body a nice chest, nice curves, wild hair that spread out against the mattress, dark with blonde streaking through it. Her lips were full, her face round, her brows were only a little arched, with large eyes and long lashes, and her nose was a small button of a thing. Jacob laughed at the site of his daughter, before knocking her on the noggin. Get up. Your mother has left, you must get up and do your chores. Ughhh. Bosede rubbed her eyes, before finally moving to get up. There was a small dresser in her room, a few books, and she yawned. Where did mama go? She looked around the room, light filtered in through the cracks in the walls, as she went to the dresser to open it up. She pulled out some clothes, a bra, panties, some pants. Jacob was at her door, back turned. He was ready to leave, but first he would answer her questions. She took the truck and went into the city. Picking up someone, she said. Jacob sighed, rubbing his head. Nonetheless, Claire, you need to do your chores until she gets back. My companions are here to pick me up for work. Jacob wore a loose long white shirt, and dirty pants. I will see you tonight. He smiled, waving bye to his daughter. Despite being poor, at least she had her own room. The mother was at the airport as promised. She had signed her daughter up for a dating site, using the only computer they had. It's true, Bosede Claire Kat had the wore room in the house, but majority of it they had electricity...majority meant the parents room. The girl had never been online, besides browsing with her mother, and her mother had always looked over her daughters shoulders. Sure. She did not speak a lot of language. Sure, she had to find out how to translate web pages online. Sure, the laptop and majority of things that were nice were stashed in their room. Jacob had often yelled at Babes for that, their daughter would grow up not knowing anything about technology if she continued to horde it, and well..Babes had the habit of using all the clean water to bath. You had to give it to the small women, she had been poor her whole life. Short, Babes only stood around five and five, and she waited by the entrance. The image of the man played in her head. A site she had chosen for her daughter to date. A site where she had signed her up, taken pictures of her from their camera and uploaded online. She knew everything about her daughter, and luckily the site was fluent -for the most part- at translating text. So many hits Babes had gotten for her daughter, and she had kept it hush hush, a surprise. Finally...this man had caught her eye, someone her daughter would love, and after a while she had accepted his payment, and the contract without reading it fully. For it had bene in English, and Babes spoke none. So the site had translated it, but not well enough. So babes had thought the payment was a new form of dating...so she was wrong. Kyle Stevens. She held his name up on a card with her rough handwriting. At least she had known this was his name. She waited, a blue blouse, black pants, sandals, dark tanned skin with her dark eyes and dark hair. A contrast to her husbands lighter tone of tan, and brighter eyes. When she saw him. Babes raised her arm in the air with a wide smile, waving it around widely. Over here! The woman shouted in Arabic.