A/N - So here it is, the sequel! I'm not promising regular updates, but they will come. Please check out the poll on my profile page. It will be closing on Wednesday night and then I'm going to make a proper plan for this story. Please R&R - all feedback welcome!
Prologue – California Dreaming
A cocktail was placed in my hand and a soft kiss of my forehead and I couldn't help myself but to smile. "Y'know we never toasted your title win," I said, raising my glass, "Here's to you, Jeffro. And to an eventful and long total reign."
He smiled sheepishly and took a drink from his beer, "I wouldn't have done it without you. They could've buried me, or started another feud with Matt." He laughed, not realising that a feud with his brother was the other option. There was no use in telling him, he was still on a high from winning two weeks ago.
After talking things over with Steph, I had somehow managed to get Jeff a week off and whisked him off for a few days of California sunshine before heading back to Cameron for a couple of days. It was exactly what he needed, and deserved. And I was more than glad for the time away from Simon and his plotting. Though he was never further than a phone-call away and he never would be until I found a way to end things.
I walked over to the balcony, wrapping my arm around Jeff's waist, "This is almost too good to be true Jeff," I sighed. Jeff turned to kiss me, but there was an incessant buzzing beside me.
"Auntie Katrina? Auntie Katrina, are you okay?" The buzzing stopped, "It was Auntie Lou again Auntie 'Trina. Please say something?"
"Cait?" I said sadly, "I just had a bad dream okay, I'm fine." I forced my eyes open and hoped the tears wouldn't come, Caitlyn had seen me cry too many times.
"You were talking about Jeff. Why didn't Jeff come to stay with us too Aunt 'Trina?" I looked into her eyes, the same blue of mine and my brother's, but different. Eyes full of hope, innocence, eyes that didn't know of loss or of heartbreak. "Are you and Jeff not friends anymore?"
I held out my arms and she cuddled into them, "No sweetie, we're not friends anymore. But how about you go find your dad and tell him to cook us a big special breakfast, okay?"
She scurried out of the room without another word. I rolled over and closed my eyes, not only in the hope maintaining my tears, but to get back to the dream. To see Jeff, hear his voice, to see him smile. So I could smile.