Recent content by James and Marilyn Rambolt

Marilyn decided right off the bat that she did indeed like her daughter's newfound best friend. She was bubbly and the way she rushed about made her smile. Chuckling she began looking through the racks at a more leisurely manner. Too big, wrong color, too short, too long, too lacy, not enough...

Marilyn laughed delightedly and hugged the younger woman back. There were few things in the world as comforting as a hug, especially a hug from a mum. "There now, let's get a look at you." She pulled back and studied Nicolette with a warm smile. "My aren't you pretty. If someone didn't know...

Marilyn Rambolt didn't keep much store by time. In fact, she abhored it and how it passed so quickly. If she could turn it back or stop it she would. She missed having her little girl at home. So much of that time had been stolen while Cecily was away at school. Then when that blackhearted...

James nodded, pocketing the brew. He'd give it to his wife, she would need it most at this time. "Keep us posted." He said, following him to the fireplace. He didn't blame him. It wasn't his fault about the portkey. His thoughts went back to what Nicolas had said about Marilyn's father's...

James went to his liquor cabinet and fetched a small bottle. He held it out to Nicolas. "You could use the luck more than us," he urged, holding out the potion.

James sighed harshly, scrubbing a large hand over his face. He got up and went to stand by Nicolas. "It's not your fault," he said, placing a hand briefly on his shoulder. "You'll find her." It wasn't a question. He knew there was a strength in the man his daughter was dating. "What can we...

All his breath expelled from his body as he sat back in the chair, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I see." He stared out the window for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. He thought back to all the times Cecily had come home and the secret knowledge she'd gifted her parents about...

James remained calm although his insides were seething with worry. "Sit down, son. Tell me everything." His voice was kind yet firm.

"Of course." He placed a kiss on his wife's head and paused to whisper in her ear. She seemed to relax and went back to her movie as best she could. James led Nicolas into his study. It was a mixture of dark woods and old world nautical themes. He gestured for him to take a seat on one of...

James patted his wife's leg, making sure she was tucked under her blanket still before rising. "Nicolas. Good to see you." He greeted the young man. He couldn't say he wasn't surprised to see him pop in. "Is my daughter coming?" He peered at the fireplace.

Marilyn Rambolt grabbed another tissue from the box, sniffling into it. Her husband, James, walked into the room and scowled, first at the telly then at her. He plunked his fists on his hips. "Are you watching that movie again?" "This is a different one." She sniffled, not glancing up...

They returned her hugs and kisses, murmuring goodbyes to her, making promises to see her soon. Then James held out his hand to shake Nicolas'. "Take good care of my girl," he said, clasping his hand and shaking it. "It was good to meet you." Marilyn held out her hand next, "Thank you for...

"I'll be damned." It was sad softly. James looked at Marilyn and they shared a look then smiled. Their daughter had picked a good man this time. They knew she was happy and that was what mattered to them. "Thank you," Marilyn said, beaming at Nicolas. James had stood up and taken the...

They smiled at Nicolas, pleased that he liked their gift. "Looks like we saved the best of last," James winked at his daughter.

Marilyn nodded, smiling, and went through opening a lovely set of her favorite author's new books from Cecily and when she came to James' gift, she unwrapped the flat envelope and gave a scream of joy. She dive bombed him and hugged him around his neck, crying and laughing. "Paris! Oh...