Friday came quickly. Reid's spirits are up as we wait at the airport for Emma.
"There she is mom!" He shouts causing people to look at us. I smile and shrug.
I grin as she comes into view. Even being on the plane for 15 hours she is beautiful.
She's got her fathers tan skin and blue eyes while Reid takes my pale complexion and green eyes. Her hairs raven and to her shoulders. Reid's hair is blonde like Alec's and he wears it buzzed. The both have his height while I stand at 5'4 they're both 6 foot.
"Hello darling." I smile hugging her while Reid grabs her luggage.
"Let's go home I need a shower and food." She cringes pulling away. Making us both laugh.
The drive is filled with chatter about summer plans and our trip tomorrow.
"Are you going to see dad?" Reid asks picking his nails.
"Probably. Eventually." She sighs glancing at me. I smile in assurance.
I wonder if he told his sister that Alec keeps blowing him off. My blood boils at the thought.
We pull into the driveway and Emma pulls a face.
"It's not much but it's something for now. And you have your own room. I haven't touched it." I assure her.
"It's lovely mom. I'm impressed." She nods getting out.
When I left I knew no matter where in lived it wouldn't compete with the house Alec built for our family. Nothing ever could.
I follow the kids inside.
"You're painting again." Emma smiles looking at the living-room walls.
"I've sent things out to sell but the economy's down right now." I admit.
"Are you still teaching classes?"
"A few. Enough to get us by."
"Mom." She sighs. I look towards the door to make sure Reid doesn't hear.
"I knew what I was doing when I left. It won't be this way forever. It just takes time."
"I wish you'd let me help you."
"No. You have a future to think about. We're doing okay. Really."
"I need a shower."
"I'll make us lunch."
Nodding she leaves me to it. I sigh and shake my head. This is why I was avoiding her. She's definitely a worrier like me.
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Remembering Us
Romance"I blame the fairytales." I tell him sipping my margarita. "The fairytales?" He asks me. "Yes. The fairytales we're read as children. About the damsel in distress and the white knight on his obedient steed." Now he's looking at me like I'm nuts. M...
