Always Okay | (Adopted By Elizabeth Olsen)

Chapter 56

Word Count: 4062

Alexis's POV

It's been a better week. The third week of filming was less stressful than the other two and as April ends, my first day of school approaches. I feel very not ready for that and on top of it, I can't stop thinking about what Lizzie said the other day.

I think my heart grew three sizes when you first called me mama. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Jarnette sparked the thoughts first when she said I don't know my mother well enough. And truth be told, I don't know Kayli Brown and I will never be able to know Kayli Brown as I hoped, but I do know Elizabeth Olsen very well.

I think I have to accept that Kayli is no more than the woman who birthed me and raised me for a short while. But at the same time, I feel guilty for wanting to let her go. I feel like I cannot keep thinking of her as my mom-mom because she isn't, not really. She's my birth mom and Lizzie, well Lizzie's always been my Mama but I think she's my mom too. I mean she did yell that at me. Lizzie's the one who holds me when I'm sad and calms me after my nightmares and even takes me to try new things. That's what a mom does, right? So she's my mom?

But I still feel a bit guilty calling her that. I'm not sure why, but I guess for right now I'll wait to call Lizzie that until I'm one hundred percent ready. I don't want to hurt her feelings and stop calling in her that intermittently. I don't think she likes that I call her Lizzie still, but I stopped calling her Elizabeth when I'm mad so that was a step up. It's like when I call Aunt Scarlett just Scarlett, the difference is shown in her face, and sometimes when I notice it I feel bad but I don't know how to take it back.

Today we are going to Robert's house for Easter, which is a strange holiday for them to choose to celebrate but they said it's a tradition, so here we are. Lizzie isn't religious and Aunt Scarlett's Jewish so I'm so confused why we are celebrating Easter. Lizzie told me to just focus on the food, which wasn't that helpful, but I think that's what she was most looking forward to.

"Alexis! Alexis! Good morning it's Easter Sunday!" Lizzie shouted gleefully as she entered my room. I'm just still surprised I was able to make it through the night without her. It was a no nightmare night and I didn't even have Lizzie with me.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she smiled sheepishly while sitting on the end of my bed.

"Hi," I mumbled turning over in the sheets to try and find my peaceful sleep. A rarity that I wanted to bask in a little longer.

"Come on, you need to get up so we can start celebrating," she nudged my leg.

"Why are we celebrating?"

"Cause it's Easter!"

"Why Easter? We aren't religious?" I pouted at the thought of having to get out of my cozy bed.

"Well I got you an Easter basket and I've hidden it in the apartment somewhere," Lizzie smirked proudly.

"I can look later," I informed her dryly.

"Alexis, can you come and look now?" Lizzie grinned, "please?" She added with pouty eyes as if to convince me.

"Why do I need to find the basket? You've hidden it, you can find it and bring it back?" I tried to reason with her. It was literally seven in the morning and while we get up early to go to set, Sunday was supposed to be our rest day.

"Alexis," she laughed as if I just told her a joke but I was being serious. If you hide it, you can find it.

"You woke me up," I argued.

"I know, I meant to. We have to get up and get ready to go and I made you a light breakfast to eat before we go. But most importantly you need to find your Easter basket," she emphasized the last part heavily.