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"Well, I guess we'll just hang out in the living room then." Spike said, darting into the living room followed by his father.
The women shared amused looks. "Love to eat it, won't cook it." Mrs. Scarlatti said, shaking her head.
"At least they make sure we don't have leftovers."
"That's true, I suppose. Would you mind if I gave you something before we started cooking?"
"Oh, you really didn't have to do"
"I'm just the messenger, dear, and it's too late to return it now." Mrs. Scarlatti pressed an envelope into Alexis's hands.
"Too late to return?" Alexis echoed as she sat down and opened the envelope. "A letter?"
Dear Alexis,
If you're reading this, then your grandfather and I have passed away and you are getting married. I rather suspected we wouldn't be around to see your wedding so this letter was prepared.
On a lighter note, I'm sure he's wonderful and will fulfill all of your dreams. He'd better take care of you or else he'll have my heavenly wrath to deal with!
I also know that you have grown to become an even more amazing woman since we passed away. And I'm sure when you are faced with motherhood, you will rise to the challenge. I also insist that you wear my wedding dress; I always thought you would look lovely in it.
I love you, Hubbub.
With love,
Anna Whalen
Alexis felt her eyes water as she pulled her gaze away from the letter. "She gave it to me for safekeeping when she felt that she was close to death." Mrs. Scarlatti explained, handing her a Kleenex and nudging the envelope closer. "And look at what's in the envelope."
Through her teary eyes, Alexis reached out and her expression changed to a frown. "What did she...?" When she pulled out the contents of the envelope, she gasped.
Inside the envelope were several large rolls of money. "It's tradition for the bride's family to pay for the wedding and she wanted to follow tradition. Now dry those tears, we've got a lot of cooking in front of us. Don't want the guys to go hungry, now do we?"
"No, I guess that would be a bad idea. They might try to help us cook." Alexis joked, causing Mrs. Scarlatti to laugh.
"Oh, the horrors the kitchen would face. This should help you keep him out of the kitchen." From an open cupboard, she pulled out a thick, home-made book simply titled 'His Foods', with arrows pointing from 'His' to a picture of Spike. Alexis laughed as she accepted it. "I filled with recipes of his favourite meals and desserts." Mrs. Scarlatti explained as Alexis flipped through the book.
"It must have taken you a while to make this."
"I started it years ago; I was sure you'd need it someday."
"Don't you remember how much we used to tease each other?" Alexis asked, laughing.
"I remember that; I used to have to break it up, remember? But I always knew that you'd end up together."
"I guess mothers really do know everything."
"Someone has to."