Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Chapter 1- Happily Ever After
Alex's POV
I wasn't going to give Mason up that easily. I had worked too hard trying to catch up to my brothers to throw it all away. I was shocked when Justin won. Heartbroken. But I wasn't ready to let it slip away. So that night, I packed up all my most valuble things. While Justin and everyone else celebrated, Mason and I made our escape. The last thing my family ever heard from me, was a simple note:
Mom, Dad, Justin, Harper, and Max,
I'm sorry, but I just can't be without Mason. He can't be without me. By the time you read this, we will already be long gone. Don't worry. Mason has enough saved up from over the years to provide for us. I'm not a kid anymore. This is the path I have chosen, and this will be the last you ever hear from me. Just know that I love you all so much. Thank you for making me who I am today.
Harper- thank you for being the best friend I've ever had. I hope you still stick around here. You always did lighten the mood. Take care of Mom and Dad for me.
Justin- Congrats on your powers. You earned them.
Max- try not to do anything too stupid. Seriously. And, stay as lively and cheerful as you are.
Alex
As much as it hurt me to write that, I knew that I would be much happier with Mason. And, I was. We found a nice apartment with plenty of room for both of us. We made plenty of money selling our artwork, plus the four-hundred years worth of savings from Mason's time. We had a very small wedding not long afterwards. It was small, just the two of us, no one else, but it was offical. Things were quiet, but we didn't mind. We were happily in love. I proudly sign my paintings as Alex Graybeck, or , or just AG. I can't help but smile at that.
At only a year later, our apartment, well, wasn't so quiet. On February 14th, Valentine's Day, I gave birth to our daughter: Leah Nicole Graybeck. A brown-eyed beauty with a head full of dark curls. If I do say so, she does resemble me more than she does Mason, but that didn't seem to bother him. She instantly had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.
Over the years, our little Leah's personality bloomed like a wild flower. She grew from a presicous pipsqueak to a very bubbly and talkative four-year-old. Genetics gave her my sneaky yet lovable personality, and Mason's kind and humorous trait. Her dark baby curls grew into long wavy locks, flowing like a waterfall down her back. She mimicked Mason's accent for a while, but grew out of it, much to my disapointment. I had always loved it when she did that; it made my day. Leah always maintained a dazzling smile that could lighten any room. Mason had joked for years that she would be a little heartbreaker, just like her momma. I couldn't help but laugh at that.
As for wizardry and werewolf(ism?), Leah showed no sign of either. It wasn't until I was ten, did my powers come in, so that gave us a while on that. Mason had told me that he was twelve the first time he had phased. That didn't distract me from the fact that our daughter let out an occasional playful growl as she sat in the kitchen floor with her toys. Mason reasured me that it was perfectly normal.
Sure, we kept to ourselves most of the time, and had no relatives to talk to, but I was happy. I had a wonderful husband who makes me smile, and a bouncy little girl who keeps me sane and strong. What else could I ask for?
Yeah, I spoke too soon.
XxXxX
My eyes snapped open. I gasped. I breathed out as I rolled over to face my screaching alarm clock. I picked up the closest magazine from the floor, rolled it into a cylinder, and beat the snot out of the alarm until it shut up. I sighed and closed my eyes again. I was almost completely drifted back into sleep mode when-
"Momma! Momma!" A little voice sang from the foot of the bed. My eyes reopened to see my smiling daughter as she bounced up and down in her polka-dot pj's.
"Hey, Lovebug," I smiled, opening my blanket. She instantly crawled into my arms as I covered her up. We had nicknamed her "Lovebug" the minute she was born, due to her birth on Valentine's day. The name suited her very well; she was very lovable. I hugged her close as my eyes started to close again.
"Today's residrasdon day, Momma," she said solftly.
"Hmm?"
"Residrasdon day," she repeated, "it says so on the paper on the 'fridge."
"What paper?"
"The one on the fridge, Momma."
"Will you go get it for me?" I asked her.
"Okay," she replied. She scrambled off the bed. I watched my daughter scamper off to the kitchen in her pint-sized pajamas, the heads on her puppy slippers bobbing in all directions.
She marched back into the room and handed me a blue slip of paper. In bold letters across the top, it read: "PRE-SCHOOL REGISTRATION."
I instantly sat up. "Registration!" I exclaimed, smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand. "Oh man, I completely forgot!" I thought for a minute. "So, that's what the alarm was for!" I turned to the oposite side of the bed, expecting to see Mason sleeping, but I was glancing at an empty bed.
"Daddy went to the studio," Leah informed me, sensing my alarm. I sighed in relief as I walked to my closet. She toddled after me.
"What time does it start?" I asked, throwing on a pair of dark skinny jeans.
"9:30AM," she read. I sighed as I looked at the clock, which was nine. It's times like these that I'm glad Mason had taught her to read at an early age instead of waiting until kindergarten like a normal parent. Well, we aren't really that normal of parents...
"Grab my converse, will you please, Leah?" I adjusted my gray cartigan. "The dark purple with white laces, not the blue ones."
Leah imidaitly started browsing through my mountain of shoe boxes, throwing different high tops every which way behind her as I brushed harshly through my sholder-length dark hair.
"What's this?" she questioned. I spun around and gasped. In my baby's hands was something I should've gotten rid of a long time ago. Something that I didn't want her to know about until she positively had to know about. Something that I hoped to never see again. My wand.
I snatched the red stick away from her. "It's nothing, sweetie," I said quickly. I looked at the time. "Go get dressed!"
"'Kay!" she laughed. She took off to her room. I realized that I had just given a four-year-old permission to dress herself to go in public. "Nothing crazy!" I called after her.
I examined the red shiney wand in my hand. Old memories that I had stored away forever were now flooding back into my mind. Exactly what I didn't want to happen. Which is why I thought I had gotten rid of it. The usual color changing glow on the end was now as dull as a dead lightbulb, leaving me powerless. I sighed. I missed how much I used to rely on my powers to do everything in my everyday life back in the day. Back when everything was simple. Back when every spell I did made me feel special. Magical more like it. I shoved the memories to the back of my head and snatched my converse off the shelf.
XxXxX
I came down to the kitchen hoping on one foot, trying to tie my shoes. Leah seemed to get a kick out of that. She snickered at me as she poured more Captain Crunch into her already overflowing cereal bowl. I smiled at her. Then did a double take when I saw what she was wearing.
Leah had picked out a white shirt with "LOVE" written in red, pink leopard printed leggings that came to her ankles, a hot pink sparkly tutu, and black high tops with neon stripes. She paired the outfit with two Mardi Gra neclaces around her neck and a purple gumball machine ring on her finger. She proudly wore a silver headband with two green antennas from her butterfly costume last halloween on her head of messy hair. I sighed.
"Do you like my outfit, Momma?" she asked innocently. She gave me a baby grin and widened her shiney brown eyes as she smoothed out her tutu.
I smiled and rumfulled her hair. "Adorable," I told her.
Leah rolled her eyes. "What do I need to loose?" she demanded.
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, sweetie?"
"Something's telling me that you don't think its very cute," she informed me, taking a bite of cereal, then a sip of milk from her cup. She doesn't like mixing them together, for some reason. I never got that. "Or you like it, but you want to fix it up," she added after swollowing.
I stared astonishly at my daughter. How did she know that? I asked myself. I shrugged to myself. I'd have to worry about that later. Or, knowing me, I'd forget to. "I think I just need to fix your hair a bit." I picked up the brush that was ironically, but helpfully, on the counter.
"Okay, okay," she agreed. She blocked her hair as I reached for her. "But the antennas stay." she gave me a fake glare. I fake-glared back at her until she cracked. She can't stay serious for long, bless her little heart. I pulled the dark hair around her face back with bobby pins and straightened the bobbing antennas as much as I could. I looked down at her. I couldn't help but smile. I quicky snapped a picture of her with my phone. The opportunity was too cute to pass up. I texted the picture to Mason, captioning it as: "Your daughter decided to pick out her own outfit for registration today... ;)". He instantly replied back: "What a cutie:) have fun today!"
I smiled and closed my phone, glancing at the clock on the screen, "Oh, crap!" I exclaimed, picking up my purse, "Hurry up, Baby! We're gonna be late!"
"But I'm not done!" She informed me, gesturing to the bowl of cereal in front of her.
"Eat it on the way," I ordered. She grabbed her hello kitty bowl as I put a lid on her cup. She laughed as we raced to the car.
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