- Mother of Steele 1/5
Date: Sunday, May 20, 2007
- From: "Lori Lanham" <email@example.com>
- Okay gang, since I've been writing
around holidays lately, I thought I'd attempt a Mother's Day
story. After I wrote the flashback vignettes in "Legacy
of Steele," a few people asked me to expand on them, so
this is my first attempt at a story in a "Kate Universe."
You don't have to have read "Legacy" to get it, but
- Remember that this is a Lori
story, so it's a bit mushy... and it's definitely PG (one of
these days, I'm gonna let Xenos write the Director's Cut. <g>)
- Thanks to Debra, Zinger and Judy
for reading and offering great support and advice.
- Permission to archive
- Mother of Steele
- Malibu, CA 1989
- Laura Steele looked down at the
tiny bundle she held in her arms. Her four month old daughter
was still a constant source of amazement. Her life was a constant
source of amazement. Had it really been three years since she'd
married her Remington Steele on that smelly tuna boat? Her husband
had settled into married life with so much ease that it scared
her. She'd taken a little longer, okay
a lot longer. Even
now, sitting in the rocking chair in Kate's nursery and looking
out over the Pacific, it all seemed more than a little surreal.
He stood in the doorway watching them-the two most important
people in his life. He watched them, his beautiful girls. Laura
had no idea what a good mother she was, and he couldn't imagine
loving her more than he did at that moment. So much had changed
in the past six years. Had it really been almost seven years
ago when he'd first come to Los Angeles in pursuit of the gems
of Royal Lavulite? When he'd first laid eyes on the beautiful
woman sitting before him, he had known she was special. He had
known he wanted her. What he hadn't known was the extent to which
she would change his life. He was truly Remington Steele now
and he strived every day to live up to the name-not just for
Laura, but for little Katharine, too.
He walked up behind them and leaned in to kiss his wife. Then
he walked around to face her and he reached down to pick up his
daughter. Murmuring softly, he held the baby to his chest. Laura
stood and followed as he carried Kate over and laid her down
in her crib. Remington turned his attention to his wife and pulled
her into his arms as they stood watching their baby girl fall
Remington leaned in and kissed Laura as he reached into the pocket
of his robe and pulled out a light blue rectangular velvet box.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Steele," he said softly.
He handed her the box and then placed another gentle kiss on
"Oh," Laura said quietly, her eyes growing wide as
she looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of the man who had
captured her heart. "You shouldn't have done this. You already
gave me those gorgeous flowers."
"Ah, but my darling, " he said with another soft kiss
as he led her out of their sleeping daughter's nursery, "Mother's
Day is quite a momentous occasion and we must commemorate it
accordingly. But I didn't do this."
"You didn't?" she asked, confused.
"No," he shook his head, taking her by the hand and
leading her into their bedroom. "This is from Katharine.
Picked it out all by herself."
"Oh, she did, did she?" Laura asked her eyes sparkling
as confusion turned to merriment.
"Oh, yes," her husband went on. "She insisted
we buy it." Remington smiled, recalling taking his daughter
on her first trip to Tiffany & Company.
"Of course she did," Laura said with a nod as she sat
down on their bed.
"You doubt my veracity, Mrs. Steele?" he asked, as
he sat down next to her. "I'm wounded."
"I'm sure you are, Mr. Steele," Laura said, laughing
as she took his hand in hers.
"Are you going to open it?" he asked.
"Shouldn't I wait until Kate wakes up?" Laura answered
his question with one of her own. "After all, she went to
such trouble picking it out for me."
"I don't think she'd mind," Remington answered, leaning
in for a kiss.
- "Besides," he said, "it
didn't take too long for her to choose. Like her father, our
little girl is drawn to shiny objects."
Laura rolled her eyes and laughed. She loved this man so much
more than she ever thought possible-and she was beginning to
believe that he loved her just as much.
He couldn't wait any longer. "Open it, Laura."
She looked into his eyes and then down at the box in her hand.
She lifted the lid to reveal a gorgeous sterling silver locket.
It was heart shaped and had a small deep red stone set in the
"Ruby?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Garnet," he answered. "Your
"And Kate's," she responded, finishing the thought.
"It's beautiful," she told him, leaning in for a kiss.
He pulled her into his arms and as their kiss grew in intensity,
Remington had to force himself to pull away from his wife.
"As much as I'd like to let you thank me properly, Mrs.
Steele," he said to her, "your family will be here
"My fam--- brunch!" Laura exclaimed, as realization
dawned. Remington had invited her family to brunch to celebrate
"Yes, love," he replied with a quick kiss. "We'd
better get dressed."
Abigail Holt smiled as she leaned in to smell the huge bouquet
of flowers that sat on the table behind the Steeles' sofa.
"These are lovely," she said.
"They are, aren't they?" Laura said with a smile. "They
were a Mother's Day gift from Remington."
"But they're not nearly as lovely as my beautiful wife,"
Remington said, walking into the room. He wrapped his arm around
Laura's waist and held her to him.
It was nice to see Laura and her mother getting along. When the
baby was born, Abigail had decided to move back to California
to be closer to her girls and her grandchildren. Laura had been
apprehensive, to say the least, about having her mother so close.
She'd had visions of Abigail second guessing her every move and
criticizing her efforts at motherhood. Everyone had been pleasantly
surprised, however, to find Abigail to be mostly supportive.
It might have been because she was so pleased that Laura had
married her Mr. Steele, or maybe Abigail had realized what a
wonderful mother Laura was turning out to be. In either case,
it had been nice for Laura to have her mother around.
The three of them stood talking, while Laura kept an eye toward
the other room where her brother-in- law Donald was in deep conversation
with Roger Winters, the new man in Abigail's life. Frances was
entering from the kitchen where her three children were eating
their meal. They were more interested in playing on the beach
than having brunch with the adults.
They looked up when the doorbell rang.
"That will be Mildred," Remington said. "I'll
"Mildred?" Abigail asked indignantly. "I thought
this was a family gathering."
"Hush, Mother," Laura admonished. "Mildred IS
family. She's the closest thing to a mother Remington has ever
had and it's only right that she share Mother's Day with us.
Besides, she IS Kate's godmother."
"Don't remind me," Abigail said, under her breath.
"I heard that," Laura told her, following her husband
to the front door to greet the woman who was really like a mother
to both of them.
It was a beautiful afternoon in mid-May, so the Steeles served
brunch on the deck overlooking the ocean. The adults sat where
they could see the children on the beach below, and enjoyed the
gourmet feast that Remington had prepared.
"This is wonderful, Remington," Abigail raved to her
son in law.
"Absolutely," Frances agreed. "This hollandaise
is amazing. You're going to have to show me how you do it."
Laura smiled as her husband preened. He did love attention, and
her mother and sister were definitely lavishing him with it.
They always did. At first she'd found it annoying, but soon realized
she should consider it a compliment. Her husband WAS wonderful,
and she was happy that her family realized it.
"I'd be happy to share my secrets with you, Frances,"
Remington said between mouthfuls. "But not today. Since
it is Mother's Day, you lovely ladies will not be doing any work.
Especially not in my kitchen."
"Laura, you are so lucky," Frances gushed to her little
sister. "Remington is such a wonderful cook. My Donald,
dear as he is," she went on, patting her husband's hand
on the table, "is a disaster in the kitchen."
"I am lucky, Frances," Laura said, looking over at
her handsome husband.
- "And it has very little to
do with my husband's gourmet gifts." She gave Remington
a wink before speaking to him. "They're right, Sweetheart,
the meal was incredible. Thank you."
Laura caught the smirk on Roger's face at the mention of Remington's
"I'm going to go and check on the baby," she said,
placing her napkin on the table. "Excuse me."
"I'll join you," Frances said, anxious to see her niece.
Remington and Donald stood as their wives got up from the table.
The fact that Roger rolled his eyes wasn't lost on Remington.
"I think I'll begin to clear the table," Remington
announced. "Donald, care to give me hand?"
"Sure thing," Donald answered, and began picking up
"I'll help, Chief," Mildred offered.
"Nonsense, Mildred," Remington answered. "I told
you that you ladies would not be doing any work today."
"But," Mildred insisted, "I'm not a mother
"You are to me," Remington said softly, leaning over
to kiss the cheek of the woman he'd come to care so much about.
As tears filled her eyes, Mildred looked at Remington, pleading.
She did not want to be left alone with Abigail and Roger, and
Remington caught her meaning.
"Why don't you come and keep Donald and me company?"
he suggested. "But no work. I mean it."
Mildred got up and followed Remington and Donald into the kitchen.
Remington poured her a mimosa and showed her to a counter stool.
She sat back and enjoyed the easy camaraderie that had developed
between Remington and his brother-in-law.
In the nursery, Laura looked down at her daughter. Kate cooed
when she saw her mommy.
"She's such a happy baby," Frances noted as she watched
her sister with her child.
"Too happy, sometimes," Laura said. When Frances looked
at her curiously, Laura went on. "She needs changing,"
Laura told her sister. "You'd never know it, would you?
The only time she really gets fussy is when she's not feeling
Frances was amazed at how well Laura had taken to motherhood.
She'd always thought that would be the one thing she had on her
sister. Although it seemed that Laura excelled at everything
she attempted, Frances was always the exemplary wife and mother.
Watching her little sister now, Frances didn't feel the pang
of jealousy she expected to feel. She was proud of Laura and
thrilled that she and her sister had become much closer over
the past year.
"So," Laura said as she worked to change Kate's diaper.
"What do you think of Roger?"
"Mother seems to really like him," Frances said, busying
herself by picking up and refolding Kate's outfit that Laura
had laid out on the changing table.
"That's not what I asked," Laura replied as she looked
at her sister pointedly.
"He seems nice enough," Frances hedged.
"Come on, Frances," Laura glanced up at her while she
dressed the baby. "He's a pig."
Frances sighed. She'd noticed the way the man had conducted himself.
He had practically ridiculed Donald and Remington when they'd
behaved like the gentlemen that they were. If she were to be
honest, she really didn't know what her mother saw in him. But
at the same time, it had been a long while since she'd seen Abigail
"She's always had such terrible taste in men," Laura
said, more to herself than to her sister.
"What do you mean?" Frances asked.
"Well, obviously Daddy was no prize," Laura stated,
matter of factly. She looked up at her sister, "Did she
ever tell you about Harvey Fennerman?"
- to be continued..
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