So I'm driving thirteen straight hours to South Carolina in three weeks. Yay me.
Mailbag:
marliynkellyhepburn: Aw thanks!
WildeAbrams: I guess there was a good part to not having the break up on the show. It gives writers more to work with! I couldn't really think of another break up that could logistically fit with what happened during season five, so I'm glad that you like what I had.
kyrandiana: I feel much better, thanks. I really wish that I could update more, but lately I've had a bit of writers block, along with my crazy schedule and procrastination, so it doesn't really seem possible right now. Plus, I'm working a few new storylines, so by Monday, I'm kind of writer-ed out. It seemed very Santana-like for her to say that, without realizing what she'd really said.
gleelover62: I had a ton of requests to discuss the breakup and I also had wanted to do it as well, so I did.
belle6900: I'm so glad you like it! Updates are every Monday!
Anna stared at me, wide eyed for a full minute before darting into the crowd.
"Did I say something," Santana said, looking confused.
"No," I lied, reassuring her before following Anna. I finally found her in a secluded corner behind a big, leafy plant.
"Anna," I called, "Can you come out please? I can't fit behind there."
"Good," came Anna's muffled voice. Crap. I really, really screwed up.
"Honey, I can't explain it to you if you don't come out," she remained behind her tree. "Fine. Stay there. I'll just explain it to the plant." I pulled two chairs over from a neighboring table. One for me, and one for Anna if she decided to come out from her hiding spot. I took a deep breath before starting.
"Yes, it's true. I am your mom, but when I had you, I was only twenty two. I know that seems old to you, but it's not. I couldn't take care of you yet, so your mom showed up at the hospital and said she'd adopt you," I hesitated when someone nearby gave me a questioning glance, "I look like I'm talking to a tree right now." I heard a soft giggle. Slowly, she crawled out of her hiding spot, smoothing her skirt down as she stood up. As she sat down in her chair, she looked up at me, pleadingly, desperate for answers.
"Why did you give me away to someone so mean?"
"Honey! I didn't give you away. I just needed to be in a better situation before I could take care of you. I had no idea that your mom," Anna visibly flinched, "Would be so awful. If I did know I would never have let her adopt you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Is that why I came to you," Anna asked, "When she left me?"
"I think so."
"She wasn't supposed to do that. She could get in a lot of trouble." I pulled Anna into my lap.
"I don't hear you complaining," I joked. Anna smiled.
"Does this mean I call you Mommy now." I thought about my answer for a second.
"You can call me want," I finally settled for. I did want her to call me Mommy, and I didn't know why. I just didn't want to push her any further than she had been in the past couple minutes.
"And when you marry Artie, do I call him Daddy?"
"If I marry him, I think you should just call him Artie."
"That means you want to marry him!"
"Woah! When was anybody talking about marriage? We've been dating for a month."
"I just wanted a new daddy to go with my new mommy." Anna slumped her shoulders down and pouted. I sighed.
"Whatever happens happens. We just have to see."
"Problem solved," Artie asked.
"Major problem solved," I replied, "Now I just have two months to find a way to win this case."
"Just relax. We're here to have fun. Not to worry about a case that you're going to win."
"You're right. You're right."
"Come on. Let's go dance." Artie lead me on to the dance floor.
After a few songs, Anna came running over.
"Look!" She held up a cupcake with all of the frosting licked off of it, "It's so pretty."
"Come here Banana," Artie said, helping Anna climb onto his lap. Between these last few weeks, Artie had been trying to make up for the week he dropped off the charts. He came over and hung out with Anna and I almost every day and sometime between then and now, Artie started calling Anna "Banana". I was glad that they were getting so close, "Tell me more about this cupcake. You seem to like it so much, maybe I should get one."
"It's got a pretty flower on it. Well, it did. I like to eat the frosting before I eat the cupcake."
"So did I," Artie said, "How about the three of us go get some cupcakes." I followed Anna and Artie off of the dance floor to a huge cupcake display.
"Anna," I asked, as she took another cupcake, "How many cupcakes have you had?"
"Maybe five."
"Yeah, okay. You're done with the cupcakes."
"Why? They taste delicious."
"They do Kitty," Artie said, his mouth full of cupcake and frosting, "Have you tried one of these."
"Anna. You start school next Wednesday. I don't want you to be sick."
"I don't wanna go to school," Anna replied, not looking up from her cupcake.
"You have to. Plus, if you want to read and write and learn, you have to go to school."
'What if people are mean."
"People aren't going to be mean," Artie said, comfortingly.
"What if they are?"
"Then you tell Ryder and he'll take care of it. You're going to be okay."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Sorry this one is so short. I just have been suffering from a horrible case of writer's block. Also I didn't start writing this until yesterday morning, so I didn't have a lot of time.