Hi all, hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving. This is just a quick chapter from Kristina's perspective. No Sexis in this, but lots of Davis girls. Sexis will be back next chapter (with perhaps a bit of romance?). Anyhow, reviews are always appreciated.
The Break-Chapter 11
Midnight. It was the agreed upon time for a Davis girls' conference. A Davis girls' conference minus one: their mother. After watching her father lead their mother to her bedroom as if they were an actual couple, Kristina decided a family conference was in order. So, she told Sam to meet her in Molly's bedroom.
As her sister entered, Kristina could see the worry written on Sam's face. "What's going on? Is everything okay with mom?"
"Mom's fine." Molly deadpanned. "She's happy."
"No, mom's not fine. She doesn't remember the last 20 years of her life." Kristina wondered if she was the only one who was concerned with their mother's predicament…and the way her father seemed willing to take advantage of it.
"I know, but hopefully it will come back to her soon." Sam ran her fingers through her hair as she often did when she tried to calm her down.
Despite Kristina's attempts to remain calm, she raised her voice, "Will it come back to her before or after Dad gets her into bed and breaks her heart?"
"Uncle Sonny isn't going to break Mom's heart. He loves her. He's not Keifer. " Molly also raised her voice before she glared at her.
A shutter ran down Kristina's spine as she thought of the boy behind the name that hadn't been mentioned in their home in nearly a year. She didn't need Molly to state the obvious. In her heart she knew her dad wasn't Keifer. He'd been nothing but tender with she and Molly since her mother's collapse. Still she'd heard things about her dad and women. And she wasn't prepared to lose her mom…not again.
"Hey, let's all calm down." Sam patted the side of the side of the bed for Molly to come and join them. "Kristina, I don't know what's going on between Mom and Sonny, but Mom's an adult and she's capable of making her own decisions…without either of you interfering."
"How can you say that Mom can make her own decisions? She doesn't remember anything. She's falling for my dad without knowing who he is or what he's capable of. "
She watched as Sam audibly exhaled. "And from what I know, she fell for him the first time, knowing more about him than most people ever did. Look Krissy, I'm not exactly thrilled that a huge chunk of Mom's memory is gone either, but the last time I saw her, she was staring into space like a zombie. Now, we have her with us and she's still Mom. Besides, I thought your relationship with your dad had gotten better since you and Molly went to live with him."
A guilt pang struck Kristina in the gut. "Dad and I are fine. It's really not about Dad. I just don't want him or anyone else to hurt Mom…we can't lose her again." Though she tried to stop herself, she began to cry. Sam gathered her in her arms and let her cry.
"We're not going to lose Mom if she decides to be with Uncle Sonny, Kristina. Uncle Sonny is part of the reason she came back to us. If they love each other, they should be together."
"If who loves each other?" Her mother's voice surprised her. She wondered how long she'd been listening to their conversation.
"You and Uncle Sonny." Molly responded as nonchalantly as if she was discussing the weather.
Kristina watched as the blush colored her mother's cheeks. "Love Uncle Sonny? I think you're getting way ahead of yourself, Little One." Her mom patted Molly on the head. Still, she, Sam and Molly remained silent at their mother's denial. "So, a kiss on the beach and a walk to my bedroom door and suddenly I'm in love with Sonny? Is that what this impromptu meeting of the Davis girls is about?"
Molly perked up. "Davis girls? Mom, that's what you used to call us. Do you remember?"
"I'm sorry, Baby. I don't."
Her mom kneeled in front of her. "What's the matter, Kristina? Why were you crying and what does it have to do with your father?"
"I don't want you to fall in love with Dad before you know who he is. There are things you don't know about him. Things we haven't told you."
"Kristina," Sam chided, before she tried to diffuse the matter. "Mom, I thought Sonny insisted that you go to bed. What are you doing up?"
"I'm awake because I wasn't sleepy. I went willingly to my bedroom because after all Sonny has done for me since we've been here, I decided to humor him. This does in no way mean that Sonny is somehow in charge of my comings or goings."
Same mom, Kristina thought to herself before her mother addressed her directly. "Now young lady, what is it about your father that you think is so important for me to know?"
Molly objected immediately. "Maybe we should talk in the morning."
Sam immediately chimed in as well. "Yeah, Mom maybe you should go back to bed."
"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. The three of you don't get to decide when I come or go either." Her voice softened. "I know this has been a trying time for the three of you and I'm doing my best to regain all of my memory. However, within the remainder of my memory I can recall being a perfectly capable adult woman who survived being raised a Cassadine. So, what is it about Sonny that the three of you can't seem to agree upon telling me?"
Now is the time to tell Mom the truth, Kristina thought to herself. She wanted to scream that her father was a mob boss, who could get any of them killed on any given day. And she wanted to tell her that his love was even more notoriously dangerous than his life. As the words began to come out, her voice became very shaky. "Dad is-"
"Kristina," Sam cut her off.
With a look and a word, her mother dared her sister to do it again. "Samantha, you will let her speak."
"Dad is complicated." She released a deep breath. "I just don't want you to think he's perfect or anything." She lowered her eyes.
Her mother lifted her chin with a single finger. "No one is perfect, Dochka." She simply stared at her mom. She assumed Dochka was some Russian term of endearment. She'd caught her mother using a Russian word or phrase here and there over the last few days. It was weird how she was the same, yet so different.
"Mom, I think what Kristina is saying is that this island is like a little piece of paradise and things are very different back home in Port Charles. She's just worried that it'll be too much for you when life goes back to normal…we all are."
"I don't plan on leaving the three of you again anytime soon. Trust me." Kristina relaxed as her mother's arms engulfed her. "And if we should expect things to be a bit harder when we get back to Port Charles, then, I think we should do our best to make sure we enjoy every minute together now."
"That sounds absolutely perfect." Molly leapt from the bed and joined them in the hug.
"I love you, Mom." Sam was the last to join in the hug.
After a few moments, they released themselves from each other's embrace. Kristina couldn't remember the last time she felt so happy. Maybe she never had. For the next hour or so, the three of them chatted about how they would spend the next two days and about what gifts they wanted for Christmas. Of course, they insisted that having their mother back was the greatest gift they could ask for. Finally, after they saw her yawn for the third time, they insisted she go back to bed and she reluctantly headed back to her room.
Before she left for her suite, Sam wrapped her arms around Kristina's shoulders. "Krissy, Molly was right. Sonny's not Keifer. He would never hurt Mom. In fact, he's gotten in my face a couple of times when he thought something I did might hurt her."
"I know he wouldn't do it on purpose, but how do you think Mom is going to handle finding out that Dad is a mob boss? What if imagining the carnage surrounding Dad's life makes her think about what happened to Keifer? It was my fault that we lost her the first time, I can't let it happen again."
"And it's not going to. I've known Sonny a long time. And one thing I know is after seeing him during Mom's cancer and the catatonia, Sonny is not going to lose Mom without a fight."
Closing her eyes, she prayed her sister was right.
