otalia fan fiction
An Otalia Wedding
It's 2029 and there's an Otalia wedding brewing that features siblings Emma, Rafe, Ava, Francesca and Elena. 
Violating the Rules
Blis (Blake/Doris) tale that mirrors the Otalia story set during the '1 year later' timeframe of Guiding Light with Olivia and Natalia trying to play matchmaker to the couple. 
Best Man Speech
Olivia tries to get to the heart of why Rafe dislikes her so much. 
Carino
Nothing but some NC-17 sexy smut. 
First Kiss... Revised
Story from Natalia's POV as she confesses sleeping with Frank.  
Frienemies
Upset that Natalia left her without a word, Olivia heads to ladies night to pick someone up only to find Doris who saves her from a mistake...or does she?  
Funny Shapes or Rounds
Two lovers enjoy the 'morning after' until a daughter demands breakfast. 
Girls Night Out
Natalia returns from the retreat but Olivia wants nothing to do with her. So Doris offers to take Olivia on a buddy adventure.
I Get By With a Little Help From My... Enemies
Doris offers a little bit of friendly advice and prodding to help Olivia and Natalia jump start their relationship.
I'll Be Home For Christmas
Olivia's closing a major deal in the Northeast but bad weather keeps her from getting to Springfield.
Like I Always Am
This was an altered reality/ what if story I wrote for my friend Dragonwriter who proposed, "What if Olivia didn't 'wake up' after her heart test & Natalia kissed her?"
Loving You Both
Olivia finds a way to help Natalia balance their love and her lovers' faith in God. 
Lunch Counter Confessions
Olivia gossips with Doris and Blake about Natalia and the wonders of lesbian sex.
Matt? Really?
This story was written on a daily/weekly basis and used spoilers following Natalia's return from the retreat. 
It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Natalia reflects on a Christmas past and their first Christmas with newborn Francesca. 
Merry Christmas Baby
A sexy NC-17 sequel to my Christmas 2009 story, ďItís the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.Ē 
One Kiss
Otaliaís first kiss told from one of the characterís perspective. ĎNuff said.
Pass The Potato Salad
In this tale, pregnant Natalia goes to the BBQ, not the retreat. 
Promises Promises
Set a year after the infamous Bauer Barbecue, Natalia tells Olivia she'll 'meet her there' when she ends up running late and it stirs up old feelings. 
Road Trip 
Story based on spoilers that Doris and Olivia were going on a road trip to find Natalia. 
Score One for Natalia Rivera
Olivia's ex's gossip about her prowess as a lover and a drunken Natalia joins the conversation.
This isn't Supposed to Happen
Our gals late night musings as they lie in bed. 
Tonight It Feels Like Home
Olivia is back in the farmhouse again and trying to find a comfort level she once had before Natalia's bolt to the retreat. 
Two Mommies (Take Two)
Rafe examines the relationship of his mother and Olivia. 
Supply & Demand
Olivia and Natalia take Francesca trick or treating and the youngster learns a lesson in marketing. 
Dimples
A collection of short stories about Francesca Spencer told from various family members point of view with each chapter representing a year from her life. 
Until Death
Dark tale of what might have happened if Natalia went through with the wedding.
 

Title: Promises, Promise

Author: CN Winters

Rating: PG

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Pairing: Otalia

Author Note: I had an idea for a Forth of July fic and after reading chylybynís ĎTruth Self Evidentí on incandescentfire.com it inspired me to pen this one. Likewise, this one is set a year after the infamous Bauer Barbecue.

Standard Disclaimer Ahead: Guiding Light is a product of Proctor & Gamble (like Mr. Clean, Duracell and Old Spice), and appears on CBS at the time of writing this. The characters are the creative property of the show and its producers Ė I'm just borrowing them for my amusement, and hopefully for those few souls who read this.

 

Promises, Promise

"I canít find them," the female voice on the other end of my phone was pleading. "The shareholders are expecting-."

"Fine," I said cutting her short. Somehow a quick trip to the mini-mart is now derailing my entire day. Lord, why is good help so hard to find? I really need a new personal assistant. "Iíll see to it."

"We need it for Monday."

"I know," I tell her with a heavy sigh. "Iím on my way now."

After I hang up, I know the next call is one I do NOT want to make, but I have to do it.

Itís not only my job at Spaulding thatís at stake, but also Emmaís prospects too. If she decides she wants to follow in her grandfather or fatherís footsteps, the decisions made now will dictate her future. I have to look out for Bean. Olivia has to understand that, right?

Taking a deep breath I dial the phone and after two rings thereís an answer of, "Hello, Baby."

Her voice drives me wild and I have to smile. The grin doesnít stay long though when I think of the news Iím bringing.

"Hey, Sweetie," I start, hearing the nervousness in my own voice.

"Whatís wrong?" Oh, how this woman knows me.

"Iíll need to meet you at the barbeque." I close my eyes, as if steadying myself for the reaction. But all I get is dead silence. Why did it have to be dead silence? I could take ranting and raving, comments about leaving her alone, but thisÖI know sheís replaying everything that happened last year in her head. "Olivia?"

"I heard you," she replies. "Can, I, uh, ask why?"

God, her voice is cracking already. I can hear the hurt.

"Itís work. My PA isnít quite as good as the PAís youíve hired." Maybe a bit of levity might help. When she says nothing I know I need to move on. "Thereís a shareholder meeting and I need to make sure weíve got it all before Monday."

"You need to fire that woman," she says forcefully.

"Iím considering it," I say honestly. "But for the moment, I have to see to this. I have to make sure that this is done. Itís not just about protecting Spaulding interests, but Emmaís too. After all, she might want to be the next business mongrel in the family." For just a moment, Olivia snorts in amusement and I feel a tad lighter. "I swear," I tell her growing serious again. "I WILL be there, Olivia."

I can hear her ragged sigh over the phone. "Okay," she relents. "I believe you."

"Not completely, I know. And this year was going to be different. I had every intention of walking in there with you."

"Why donít we wait then?" Olivia replies. "Weíll go to the office together and then the party."

"I donít mind you coming with me, but I donít know how long it will take. And Emma really wanted to do the three legged race this year."

"One second," she says. I hear muffled voices for a few moments and the phone coming back to someoneís ear.

"Hey Ma," Emma says and her voice fills me with joy. I love that sheís adopted Rafeís nickname for me.

"Hey Bean. Did your Mom tell you whatís up?"

"Yeah, I told her why donít we just have Uncle Rick do the 3-legged race last. That way youíll be sure to be there."

"Youíre a smart cookie," I compliment her and she giggles. I can practically see her smiling through the phone.

"But you are coming, right? Itís not gonna be like last year, is it?"

There isnít a drop of malice in her voice at all. Just curiosity, but that alone is enough. It breaks my heart and I feel myself tearing up.

"No, Baby. Iím gonna be there. Put your Mom back on, okay?"

I hear her give the phone back to Olivia who says, "Okay, so weíll see you there then?"

"No," I tell her firmly.

"No?" she asks sounding wounded.

"Iím calling back my PA. If she doesnít find the file by Monday 6 AM sheís fired. Iíve got a date with my family. Iím sorry for upsetting you."

"No," she replies. "Iím sorry for not feeling more secure. Itís just todayÖ"

"I get it. I really do," I tell her. "I shouldnít put work first when it comes to important family outings Ė at least, not today of all days. Iíll just have to get up a little early on Monday if she doesnít get that paperwork in order, okay?"

"Okay."

"Itís settled then."

"Natalia?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too. Iíll be home in twenty so tell Emma to have those crispy treats ready."

"I will, Sweetie. Bye."

"Bye."

I smile as I hang up.

The End

 

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