Chapter 24:

*Amethyst's POV*

Later on that night, Seth and I are having a cuddling section back at our home. Today have been a long, yet amazing day here in Davenport. Meeting my biological father and his partner was a joy to have in my life and base on how we reunited, we are definitely going to see each other again.

My husband holds me close in his arms as I snuggle into his bare chest. He kisses me on top of my head and he gently strokes his thumb against my cheek from behind my head.

"You have finally got the answers you have been searching for," he tells me with a soft smile.

"Yea, I guess I did," I smiled as well, but then frown a little, "but I don't want to replace Daddy, since he's been my daddy ever since I was eight years old."

"I know, Miriam," he speaks to me softly. "But hey," Seth smiles, gently lifting up my head by my chin. "At least, we got to know where our future children is going to be from on your side."

"True, husband," I smiled a little. "I miss them very much," I tell him sadly.

"I miss them too, wifey, and Syerena," he says her name sadly.

"I still wish I could have saved her," I can feel the tears about to come.

"Wifey, don't cry, you're too beautiful to cry," he says before giving me a kiss on the lips compassionately. "It's strange to say that I only met her a few times and I love her as if she's like our daughter."

"She's always like that," I chuckled. "Are we really going to have her be the big sister of our human children?" I ask with a smile.

"Of course we are," he smiles back. "She's already a big sister to Kevin and Daryl, even though they never have met her."

"Yea," I agreed with him. "Do you think I was a good godmother?"

"I know you are, the way Syerena talks about you makes me feel that you truly are the one who's going to have my human children."

"What about me make you think about that?"

"Do you need to ask?" he asks with a smirk and pins me on the bed, making me giggle. "You're so beautiful inside and outside. You're so kind, gentle, nice, and motherly, but you fight like a man. I always dream of what kind of woman I want to have in my life, but with you, you are everything I want and many more."

Hearing his words make my heart swell with emotions as a tear of happiness runs down my eye.

"I love you," I tell him softly with a smile.

"I love you so much more," he tells me smiling big.

Our lips meet again in a very compassionate kiss.

The moment when I wake up this Thanksgiving morning, I immediately try to get up out of bed, but Seth tightens his grip on me.

"Colby-bear-"

"I get thirty minutes to an hour of cuddling," he reminds me of our argument from last night while sleepily glare at me.

"But, husband-"

"No, no, no," he says, pulling me back into his bare chest. "Cuddles are needed after a long night like that," he noted and returning to sleep around me.

I giggled at his loving yet needy nature before giving in.

It's seven o'clock in the morning and everyone says they will be here around three o'clock in the afternoon. Luckily, my alarm clock will go off in an hour. So, my day will start there.

Two hours later, I'm all dressed for the day and begin making Thanksgiving dinner It's our first holiday in the house, we have decided to have Thanksgiving dinner here in Davenport. Everyone knows that I do Victorian holiday meals so they will be dressing up nicely, but I don't want it be so strictly on being proper. So the guests will be wearing casual fancy clothing.

After putting on the parade on the television on the wall above the fireplace, my long hair gets pulled up into a lazy bun and my favorite kitchen apron on my body.

"Happy Thanksgiving, my sons," I greeted Kevin and Daryl with a smile as I kneel down to feed them food.

I begin to cook the dinner along with today's breakfast. Bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice to at least get us have a hearty meal, but also give us energy for the day.

"There's my beautiful wife!" Seth smiles big as he enters into the smaller dining room.

I was setting the table with breakfast when he wrap his arms around my waist from behind.

"Hello, my handsome husband," I giggled at his ticklish kisses on my neck and shoulder.

"Your cooking always smell good," he comments and sitting at the head of the table as usual.

"I do love to cook!" I giggled and taking my seat next to him as usual.

He allows me to pray like he would do in respect before we dig into the breakfast.

Once done, we get to work with the big meal. I help him out with recipes since he's not much of a good cook compare to me.

Our first Thanksgiving meal is about ready when it came towards mid afternoon where the first knock appears at the door. Kevin barks happily at the visitor on the other side of the door.

"Hey wifey, can you get that?" Seth calls from making the filet of fish.

"Okay, husband," I smiled and taking off my apron.

I answered the door and immediately got happy when I see Roman, Galina, Joelle, and the twin boys.

"Hey guys!" I smiled big to them.

"Aunt Miriam!" Joelle greets me with her nickname for me and runs over to me with a big smile and hug.

"Hey, Joelle," I hugged her back, just as happy. "I love your dress," I commented on her new black dress.

"Really?" she asked still smiling.

"Yep! Hey Joe, hey Galina," I greeted her parents.

They greeted back with smiles and hugs as well. Their twins are so cute!

Soon later, more of our guests appear. Seth and I invited the Reigns Family, Dean, Renee, Seth's parents, and my Dad and Dad. So that everyone can meet my real Dad and his husband.

"Dad! Dad!" I greeted them smiling when they arrived.

"Hey daughter!" Malcolm smiles back and hugs back.

"I hope you don't mind, Miriam," Langdon says with a smile, offering me a covered dish. "I've brought Cozonac, a Romanian dish of shortbread."

"Smells yummy!" I commented on the smell smiling and accepting it.

Dean and Renee offers to help out with getting the long table out for dinner as Roman and Galina helps out by setting up the table and placing food on the table. I showed them how to set it up the way I wanted to.

At some point, I step away into our shared bedroom to get ready in my dress for the occasion. My hair is up in a braided bun while my body is dress in a lacy dark blue and black victorian dress with long sleeves.

I head back downstairs, but I see Malcolm and Langhn in the hallway towards the stairs, staring at our small memorial of Syerena. A picture of her before the Leukemia hit her with her shoulder length dark blond hair, fair skin, green eyes, and wearing a black and white dress. She's looking at them with a smile. At the bottom of the frame has her birthdate and death date.

"Her name is Syerena," I tell them, startling them a little. "She's my goddaughter from my best friend from the orphanage."

"Where is she?" Malcolm asks the one questions that I didn't want to answer.

"She's in Heaven now with her mother," I answered sadly and softly. "Her mother was murdered by the father while she died from Leukemia."

"We're so sorry about your losses," Langhan says, turning to me.

"Thank you," I smiled softly. "Colby and I are thinking of having her as our first child, even though she called us by Aunt and Uncle."

"Well," Malcolm speaks up with a smile, looking at me, "things happened for a reason."

"True."

"Let's head back down now. Colby wanted to know where you run off to," Malcolm smiles more.

"Okay."

I didn't realize there's a couple of tears in my freshly painted face until my husband notices this.

"You okay, wifey?" he asks me worried, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yea, I'm okay," I tell him softly and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Dad and Dad found Syerena's memorial picture," I said softly, placing my head on his chest.

He didn't need to speak anymore words when I mention about our beautiful godfather. Seth holds me tighter and kisses the top of my head.

Soon, we join with our guests at the table.

Our Victorian Thanksgiving meal shows oysters on the half-shell with brown-bread tartines, celery, and radishes. Clear soup and grated cheese, fish fillets, sauce Hollandaise, potato balls. Cucumber farci with cream sauce. Roasted turkey with sweet-potato souffle, glazed turnips and individual moulds of cranberry jelly and mulled cider. Roman punch in Colonial hats, halved quail on toast with celery salad with tiny onions. Blazing mince pie and cheese with ice cream in pumpkin forms, little cakes and coffee.

For anyone who doesn't want any alcohol or too young, there's soda provided to everyone.

Each of us give out thanks for whatever they are thankful for which I can feel that everyone is really thankful for everything their lives.