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Chapter Fifty-Seven

After a few minutes of just spending time with my two favorite people my parents called all the children into the dining room. Ryder was finishing up setting the table. It was adorable to watch his little body climbing up onto the chairs to place the final objects on the wooden surface.

Ryder was an old soul. Setting the table was a job he enjoyed way more than he probably should have as a six year old. It was nice to see him so happy though. Back in our old home I never saw him smile like this. I didn't know if I was the problem, or if it was just a kid thing but he barely even smiled like he was when he was around Casey and Levi.

I thought that it would hurt to see him happy like this. Not because I didn't want him happy, but because I couldn't bring him a happiness like this. I wasn't perfect though. I never would be. I had to take my faults with all my goods though. I did a great job raising my siblings. I did the best I could and that was all that mattered.

The dinner was great. I enjoyed having all of the families together. It was honestly like everything fit perfectly. Like somehow we were a box of puzzle pieces that had been scattered around the world and we magically found our way fitting perfectly together.

"So Charlee have you picked out your dress for the dance this weekend?" Casey asked as she rested her body against her husband. They were sat next to each other chairs pulled close to each other for maximum comfort.

I shook at my head at her question. "I'm just going to get something from Emery's closet I think. I don't like dresses so I don't want my parents wasting money on something I'm going to hate." I looked between my mom and my dad. "As long as it's okay with them."

"We would love for you to put Emery's clothes to good use." My mom smiled as she reached across the dinner table to grab my hand for a few seconds. "I can get them together for you. She's got what feels like millions of dresses."

"Thanks." I smiled as Pierce's arm wrapped around my shoulder's pulling me into him. We pretty much matched Levi and Casey to a t.

"Do you have anything in mind?" My mom asked before she placed her glass of red wine to her lips.

"I want as much of my body covered as possible. I was thinking a pink color." I shrugged. "Nothing will make me feel comfortable at this point so I guess it really doesn't matter."

Pierce sighed at my comment. I knew it upset him that I hated my body, hated showing off my body. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be looked at as this crazy victim. There was no way to hide the hundreds of scars that laced my skin besides beneath fabric. I would always want to hide them and he had to get comfortable with me feeling this way.

"Good thing you have three boys to steal jackets from." Reece added some playfulness to the conversation. He could clearly since the tension radiating off of Pierce's body.

"Actually," I placed my finger to my chin, typical thinking pose, "maybe I should wear the dress with someone's leather jacket." I glanced back at Pierce. "Make the outfit me."

"I'm never going to turn down you wearing that. You look adorable in it." Pierce kissed my cheek causing the littles to make a grossed out sound. Typical Children.

"I think you would look great." Casey added to the conversation with a smile.

"So I'm thinking I go in a white tux." Pierce rested his chin on my shoulder as he pulled me back into his chest.

"White tux boys squad?" Reece asked Pierce.

"I'm down."

"So who is everyone going with?" My mother spoke up as she stood up to clear the dinner table of the mostly empty plates.