Samantha;; Happiness has a violent roar part 2

[titus]

“You mean I’m stuck with you for life?” he asked her with a teasingly voice. He was glad though that he was stuck with her for life. “I’m just kidding once again. You are stuck with me too! Wife of Minister!” he said with a smile on his face. He loved to kid with her and he hoped that she liked his joking side of him. If he didn’t have any fun side to him what kind of husband would he be? He felt her lips kiss where he had cuts or bruises and he smiled a bit on that. He liked it even more when she kissed him on the lips. “Good as new!” he said with a smile as he kissed her on the lips once again.

He was glad though that she didn’t mention much about Cedric. He saw roll the eyes though and had to frown a bit on that but listened to what she had to say about that. He remembered all the looks he had received himself. He had received shameful looks when he got onto the lift or some other floor or even just to go shopping. He smiled though when Sam said that she loved him. “I’m glad I told you that! I just thought I would let you know I would never ever leave you for another lady. I wouldn’t even leave you for the tooth fairy or for Mrs. Clause.” he said with a smile. He had to smile at what she had to say. “Your money is my money dear.” he said with a smile on his face. “And you are probably right but if I’m not mistaken Victorie will be out there with three other guards trying to stop them.” he said with a smile on his face.

When he opened his door he was a bit glad that there wasn’t any reporters around. He had wondered if they had decided to make that keep secret which he was glad of that. Well for now it was all quiet but he wondered when that was all going to end. Then out of the blue he thought he saw a couple of people heading their way. And one with a camera. He smiled he loved a challenged and he looked at Sam for a moment. “Up for running?” he asked her for a moment with a smile on his face. Without waiting for an answer though still holding her hand he ran for the telephone booth and hoped inside and dragging his wife in after him. “Oh Prophet! No comment!” he said as he shut the doors and up they went.

Stepping out onto the streets of London he looked around for his car and found it. He had let go of his wife’s hand on the way up in the telephone booth. Taking his car keys from his pocket he went to the pa*senger side door and open it for his wife and then walked over to his own and unlocked the door and got in. “Home here we come. And all before lunch too!” he said with a smile on his face. “I think when we get home I’m going to hop into the shower.” he said with a small smile as he started the car. Pulling out into the afternoon traffic he wondered if they needed anything from the market. “Do we need to go food shopping or are we fine?” he asked his wife with a small smile.

He was just a bit tired from the early morning accidents and all he really wanted to do was go home take a shower and eat some lunch and maybe take a nap. “Let’s just go food shopping later. Maybe we can come up with a list later!” he said with a smile as he drove home. As they got to their house he was surprised to see a car parked in their driveway. “Looks like they are early to drop off Brandon!” he said with a smile as he saw his parents got of their car. ”Got word from Mr. Potter dear that you’ve been hurt. And you don’t even have a scratch on you. How is that possible?” his mother asked him with a smile on his face. “All thanks to Sam here. She fixes me up like always. You know how I am mother! Always getting hurt or in a fight now and then.” he said with a smile as he kissed her mother on the forehead. “Hey pops!” he said giving his father a hug. ”Hey Tiger. You’ve been a fight and lost huh Tiger? Well I can see that your Samantha has taken care of all of your cuts and bruises.” his father said as he looked at Samantha. He’s always been called tiger by his father. ”Samantha dear I can’t say thank you enough for taking great care of Titus.” he said with a smile. ”Make sure he stays out of trouble you hear me?” he asked his daughter-in-law as he kissed her on the cheek.

Titus had to laugh at his parents. He was glad that they were there and that they’ve always accepted Samantha into their family. Going to the car he saw his son Brandon in the back seat all sad looking. “Hey buddy!” he said with a smile. He had nicknames for all of his kids. Cory was Sport. Brandon was buddy. And Erik was Slugger. He has no idea why he gave nicknames to all of his kids but at least they were in trouble he called them all by their nicknames and got the right kid because they knew who he was talking too. “Going to get out of that car or am I going to have tickle you out?” he asked him as he saw his son climb out as fast as he could. ”No thank you dad!” Brandon said as he walked around the car and gave his father a hug and ran over to his mother. Always had been a mommy’s boy that one. He smiled at least he had a parent to go to.

Going to the front door with his son’s over night bag in his hand he took the keys and unlocked the front door and opened the door. Taking his son’s bag to his son’s room he frowned a bit. He knows he is going to miss his son when he’s off in America. He was truly going to miss is middle child. Placing the bag on his bed he walked back down the stairs. “So mum and dad would you guys like to stay for lunch or do you guys got to get going to pack all of your clothes?” he asked his parents. ”We really got to be going but we will leave right after lunch. We got a lot of packing to do Including Brandon‘s Tiger!” his father said with a smile. “I’ve must have got the nicknames from you dad.” he said with a smile on his face. “Erik is Slugger, Cory is Sport. And Brandon here is Buddy.” he said with a smile on his face. ”So it seems you got your father genes. You hear that huney? He takes after you! Even in looks!” his mother said with a smile on her face. He had to smile as he put his hands into his pocket.

Looking at Sam he nodded his head towards the kitchen. “Let’s make lunch together. I can always take a shower when they leave.” he said with a smile on his face. “Now I know where I get the nick name thing from. My father.” he said with a smile on his face. “Oh it will be sad to see Brandon go with them tomorrow. I think I’m going to take tomorrow off just to relax and plus there is never a dull moment in that office I rather take a break and spend the day with Brandon before he leaves. What do you think of that?” he asked her trying to figure trying to talk before just do things and then talk. “I don’t think they leave until nine at night anyways so we could go see a movie or something!” he said with a smile on his face. “I’ll even give you the day off!” he said with a smile on his face as he took out some lettuce, tomatoes, Cucumbers, bacon, and cheese. “What else do you put in a salad?” he asked his wife for a moment. “And what else should we have with the salad?” he asked her for a moment.

[sam]

"Running? In these shoes?" Samantha questioned, glancing down at her feet. She sighed, not getting much choice in the matter. Sam chuckled about it, sucessfully making it to the booth with Titus. "Well," she said breathlessly, "That wasn't so bad."

During the drive home, Sam remained completely silent. She wished there was a way to bring Cory and Erik home too. Then, they could all be together, as a family. Sam sighed. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to say goodbye to Brandon tomorrow. She hated parting with any of her children, and knowing that he was going farther away than normal made it worse.

Samatha did what any good wife would, greeted her in-law's warmly and answered their questions. However, after their greetins, Sam stuck close to Brandon. In fact, she hugged him for a good ten minutes - until he started whining about it. Sam scolded herself, remembering she had to keep it together - to stay strong for her family.

She just silently nodded and followed Titus to the kitchen. She searched her pantry, digging out some crackers and other snacks to go with their lunch. Grabbing a knife, Sam started cutting up the vegetables Titus had taken out. "Nope, this should be fine," she said shortly. She began cutting with a little more force than necessary, clearly she was upset. Sam continued working, pretty much ignoring her husbands presence, not intentiionally.

[titus]

Titus smiled a bit at her for a moment. She was pretty silent and that didn't seem normal to him. He watched her cut the vegetables and saw that she was cutting them with quite force as well. "Okay what is the matter Sammy?" he asked her with a small smile on his face. All he wanted her to be happy and not upset. He looked at her and wondered what was going on through his mind. He wondered for a moment if he had done something wrong and he hoped that he hadn't done something wrong.

He looked at her for a moment. "Did I do something wrong Sam?" he asked her for a moment. "Why are you ignoring me all of the sudden?" he asked her hoping that she would speak to him again. He really hoped that she would at least say something. He wondered what he had done wrong for a moment. He had to think back for a moment. And wondered what it could be. He looked at her for a moment. He walked to the cupboards and took out plates and forks and all the salad dressings for choosing. He now of all of the sudden that he forgot something.

He walked out of the room for a moment and looked at his parents with a smile and ran up the stairs and quickly changed his shirt and pants to something more clean. He looked at a photo of the two of them when they were married. He sure wished it was still like that for him. He then wondered what he was going to say or do. He then walked back downstairs with a smile on his face trying to hide the fact that things aren't going so well from his parents. Walked back into the kitchen and looked at his wife. "Is this about the fight that I had had been in?" he asked her for a moment. "I didn't know I was going to get beat up and trust me it hurt and I thought of you! I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. I don't want you upset and I don't want to be like this!" he said with a small frown. "Please stop ignoring me!" he pleaded with a frown.

[sam]

Sam kept preparing their lunch. She was afraid to say anything, she didn't want to cry. Samantha knew she coudn't cry, not until tomorrow when everyone was gone. Then, it was okay but, not now. She didn't want anyone to see her like that. No, Sam knew she had to be strong for her family - and shutting Titus out wasn't really being strong but, afraid. She looked up but, he was gone.

Sam sighed. She hadn't heard him leave, or say anything. She felt guilty for not listening to him but, she had been concentrating so hard she had everything else washed out for the time being. If she could just get through lunch, and the rest of the day - then, maybe she'd make it without breaking down. Fat chance there.

When Titus returned, he pleaded with her, and Sam looked at him. Her brown eyes which were normally full of life, were dull and sad. "I'm sorry," she said shaking her head. "It has nothing to do with your fight," she added. Sam turned toward the sink, putting her hands on the counter, using it for support. She gazed out the window, searching for words to express her greif. "I don't....I can't..." Sam shook her head as tears came to her eyes. She couldn't say it aloud again. She just couldn't stand to see Brandon go somewhere far away. A mother was suppose to protect her child and right now, she felt that she was failing at that.

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[titus]

Titus looked at her for a moment after he had re-entered the room. He noticed though that she was sad. He looked at her and had a sad face on his face too. “I’m glad it hasn’t to do anything with my fight that I’ve been in!” he said as he didn’t realized that his mother had walked into the room. ”oh dear Tituspoo you’ve been in a fight?” she asked her son. “Mother don’t call me that. I’m a grown man.!” he said with a small frown. ”You let your father call you tiger!” she pointed out. “Yeah well mum Tiger doesn’t make me feel like a little baby! Come up with a new nickname that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a little baby!” he told her with a small frown. ”Okay then how about Titikins?” she asked. “Try again!” he said with a smile. ”Okay Ty have it your way! But you’ll always be my little Tituspoo!” she said with a smile and looked at him for a moment. He let out a little groan when she had said that. ”You don’t look like you’ve been in a fight!” she pointed out. “Sam fixed me up to look like new!” he said with a smile. “Can you please leave us alone for a moment mum?” he asked his mother. She nodded and left them alone. He saw her put her hands on the counter for support. He saw that she looked like she was going to cry. He went over to her and took her into his arms and just held her. “It’s okay to cry Sam! I’ve got you!” he said with a smile.

He looked at her with a small smile and kissed her forehead with a smile. “I don’t want him to go either but well it felt like a right thing to do. Now however I don’t think Brandon would like to be called ‘Brandipoo!’ by my mother.” he said with a small smile. ”Awe grandma don’t call me Brandipoo. I’m not a baby!” Brandon had said from the other room. “Okay that’s it. Brandon isn’t going to America. He’ll just go to regular school and then come to the Ministry Office after school and we can find him some odd jobs here and there to do.” he said with a small smile. He then thought for a moment. “How does that sound to you?” she asked him with a small smile on his face.

Titus looked at his wife for a moment still holding her. He hoped that she wouldn’t mind his heart of change. “I don’t think he would be able to put up with the her usage of nicknames. No matter how many times he ask her not to call him that she won’t listen.” he said for a moment. Next thing he knew was that he heard a thump in the living room. ”GRANDMA!” he heard his son yelled. Titus let go of his wife and ran into the living room and saw his mother lying on the ground with her eyes shut. He felt her neck and realized that she had just died. “Dad. I’m sorry!” he said to his father. He knew that her mother was dead. There was no heartbeat or anything. Then he remembered that CPR may work. His father called the ambulance while he did CPR. “Come on Mum.” he said each time. “Brandon go into the kitchen with your mother!” he told him and Brandon left the room. He took out his wand and set some sparks her direction. It didn’t work. When the paramedics came they took over and ten minutes later pronounced her dead. He walked back into the Kitchen. “Sorry Brandon but you aren’t going to America after all.” he said with a small smile. He sat down on a chair. “I didn’t get to say good-bye to my mother!” he said as a tear came down his cheek.


OOC: Sorry for a tragic part of the thread but his mum had to die some time!

[sam]

Sam bit her lip. She listened to the banter between mother and son. Sam didn't want to cry, for the sake of her family. She had to be strong and know they were doing the right thing. If keeping her family safe meant splitting them off in different directions then, that's what had to be done. Sam shook her head as her mother-in-law left the room. She shook her head at what Titus was saying. Even after he was holding her, Sam couldn't cry. She wouldn't let herself. "I can't, not now," she whispered, barely able to keep it in.

Samantha gave her husband a half smile. She couldn't stand Titus' mother's nicknames any more than her boys could. Sam was just glad there wasn't a nickname for her. "Do you think you can handle things at the Ministry without me?" Sam suggested, but only wished to take it back. She didn't want to leave Titus alone at the Ministry anymore than she wanted to leave her sons. If protecting them, meant staying at home once more - Sam would do it. "Or," she said, "We could do it your way, and just have an auror get him from school, or even one of us, and bring him to the Ministry that way." Anything seemed better to Sam than sending Brandon thousands of miles away.

Sam rushed to the other room after Titus. She too had heard a thump, and her son's cry. Sam's hand flew to cover her mouth, shocked to see her mother-in-law lying motionless on the floor. Her mind raced for some sort of spell but, nothing came to mind. She watched horrified, as Titus tried to revive his mother. Samantha collected Brandon, and ushered him to the kitchen. This was nothing something his young innocent eyes needed to see. The poor boy was already crying. Standing near the kitchen doorway, Sam held onto Brandon tightly, forcing him to look away from the scene in the other room. She did her best to calm him done, by whispering to him that it was alright - that grandma was going to a better place. A place with the angels, so she could watch over their family.

Both Sam and Brandon looked as Titus entered the room. Sam watched as Titus sat down, sorrow filled her eyes. "Come on sweety," she whispered to Brandon, and ushered him upstairs - suing the back stairs as to not see his grandmother's body. Even though it was early, Sam tucked Brandon into his bed and told him she would come back in a little bit. Closing his bedroom door behind her, Sam headed down the front stair case. She stood at the bottom step for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before going into the living room. The paramedics hadn't arrived yet, so Sam took the afghan off the davenport, and covered her mother-in-law with it, head to toe. Walking past Titus' father, she rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment, before going to the kitchen.

Next, Sam went to her husband, who was still sitting in the kitchen. Her heart broke to see him so sad at the events of the day. Sam went to him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him towards her as he sat. "I'm sorry," she whispered to him. "I am so sorry." Sam kissed the top of his head.

ooc; that's alright. sorry it took me awhile to reply!

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[titus]

Titus was glad when his mother left to the other room. He listened as his wife told him that she couldn’t cry. Still holding her in his arms he knew that she had to cry but he could tell that she was fighting it. He now wanted to cry but he was also trying to fight the tears. He couldn’t say good-bye to his middle son. He couldn’t go off to America without him. Maybe he should just quit being the Minister of Magic. But what would the public say to that. Would they be upset with him for doing so? He couldn’t let that happen. And plus he had the feeling that Harry would be at his front step if he even tried to do just that. “Then don’t cry but I know you need to do so.” he said with a quiver in his voice.

Titus looked at her for a moment. “Oh Sam. I’ve done it before and I can do it again but it won’t be the same without you. I’d be too sad and just may have to quit just to be with my wife all day. Or maybe just work from home as some muggle’s do in the muggle world. And I would do that actually. It isn’t that hard. They’ll just have to owl me everything they need and or want and I can do it all from my study.” he said with a small smile on his face. “This way we all could be together.” he said with a small smile. “I of course don’t ever want to feel like I’m abandoning my son because I’m not and he knows that. And you aren’t abandoning him either but I don’t think he can put up with her nicknames. I can’t even put up with her nickname for me.” he admitted with a small smile.

Titus was glad that Samantha had taken Brandon from the room. He didn’t want his son to his grandmother dying. It was terrible enough to do CPR on her in the first place. He couldn’t see how he was able to do it. He had tears in his eyes now and he knew it. “Come on mum breath.” he said with a small frown on his face. He couldn’t get his mother to breath at all. He knew then that it was a lost cost but kept trying to get a heart beat going again. He heard her take Brandon off to his room after he had gotten into the kitchen and sat down on a chair. He was glad that she had used the back staircase to the upper floor.

Titus felt his wife’s arms around him and pulling him towards her. He heard her telling him that she was sorry. He felt the kiss on top of his head. He just lost it right there and then. He started crying and he cried into his wife’s shoulder. He knew there was nothing she can do. She couldn’t heal him. She couldn’t bring back his mother. His mother was dead and he was sad that she pa*sed away but then again he knew that she lived a long life and it was her time to go but couldn’t help but be sad that his mother is gone. “I miss her already!” he said as he heard the doorbell. ”I’ll get it Tiger you just hang in there!” his father said as he let the paramedics came in and placed his mother in a body bag and left the house with her in the back of the trunk. They went into the kitchen and asked them which funeral home to deliver the body to. Titus told them the one that he knew where his mother’s parents were buried at and they took her there. “Brandon is not going to America. I can’t let my father take on our son and the lost of his wife and still raise him. He needs to stay here. I’ll just work from home.” he said as new tears came down his cheeks. “How am I going to tell Cory that Grandma is dead?” he asked her for a moment.

[sam]

Sam sighed, and pulled her fingers through TItus' hair. They remained silent for several minutes as he cried. As much as Sam wanted to (things were really building up) she couldn't. "No, your father can stay with us if he wants," she said softly, smiling a little. In all of this mess, Samantha was just glad that Brandon was staying hom - despite the circumstances.

She let go of Titus, and shook her head, taking a few steps away. "You can't work at home as Minister. We will both go to work. A few Aurors can just stay here, guard the house - just in case," she reasoned out. It was sort of funny, she was making an excutive decision about it when really, that was Titus' job. "There's that young Weasley girl, she could stay here and, we can pick one or two more Aurors to be here. Of course, they can decided the other details between themselves." Sam started pacing a short distance thinking about it.

Sam froze when Titus mentioned Cory. She waited a few seconds before answering. "I'll tell him," she said with a slight nod, and then shook her head. "We will tell him and Erik, together." she resolved. It might be a little easier on Cory if they waited to tell him the news together.

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