George's POV
I walk into my room and find Allison in the chair next to our bed. I smile as I watch her practice her reading with Kara. Kara offers help the best she can, but mostly just listens as Alli sounds out the words. The picture warms my heart.
"Alli?" I hate to interrupt.
They both turn to me standing in the doorway.
"Wanna go make dinner?"
"Yeah!" She yells.
I don't even bother telling her to use her inside voice. She stands on the chair and bends over to hug Kara.
"I love you mommy." She says.
Kara nods. Allison hops off the chair and runs over to me. We hold hands as we walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Since the band has been recording only, I've been able to relieve Miss Judy of a lot of her duties. She still lives with us and is always there when anyone needs her, but she mostly keeps to herself - nearly retired.
I've talked to Allison about Kara. It was difficult but it wasn't long after Kara's and my anniversary that Alli started asking questions. I told her the best I could; Mommy was really sick. I tried to tell her Kara won't be here forever but I just couldn't bring myself to it.
In the kitchen together, Allison and I make chowder. I personally am not a fan but her and Kara love it. We make some cheesy bread and heat up some vegetables. Then we load everything on a tray and Allison runs up ahead as I follow behind with the food. The three of us eat, Kara and I listening as Allison tells of a naughty boy at her school. We smile at all the appropriate moments. I feed Kara first before eating my own portion. She eats everything and when I offer her mine, she smiles but shakes her head.
When dinner's all finished, Allison asks about dessert. Normally we don't allow her to eat sugar this late because she'll be up all night, but Kara smiles and nods her head.
"Yay!" Allison jumps up and down in excitement.
She runs downstairs. I stand and kiss the top of Kara's head before following Allison.
Kara's POV
I don't like her having dessert this late but it's a special occasion.
I wait patiently as I hear George and Alli clanging pots down in the kitchen. When they reemerge my heart jumps when I look at George.
I can't believe how time has flown. He's growing his hair out and I think he looks just divine. He'll always be attractive and perfect in every way to me. I tear up at his face - the way he follows Allison, the way he keeps a hand near her so that if she were to stumble, he'd be right there to catch her, the way he smiles, the way he looks at me. It's as if I've never changed and that warms my heart.
I touch the rings on my finger. I feel comfort in counting them.
One; my wedding band.
Two; the dazzling engagement ring George bought me all those years ago.
Three; the pink stone he gave me when we renewed our vows.
Allison climbs onto the chair right next to me and holds up her hands to George. He hands her a heaping bowl of ice cream with two spoons. She takes one of the spoons and fills it. She carefully lifts it up to me. I smile and open my mouth, savoring the delicious chocolatey taste. Allison puts down my spoon and grabs the other. She again fills it with ice cream and plops it into her own mouth. She lifts my spoon again. We repeat this process until every last drop is gone.
