Life After High School - Ten Years Later
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: Uh...err...heh...Oh damn, we don't own them.
Summary: ::yawn:: read and find out.
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(Kane's POV)
Mrs Baggins really seemed to have a great birthday. Billee and Legolas sent a card, as did Wendy and Colan and Kivan and Ranger, although they were all still away so they couldn't come down and see her. Vince and I both made her a card and she really seemed to like them. But when she was opening the rest of the cards at breakfast, I could see that she looked rather sad. I exchanged a glance with Ria and she shook her head. I knew what Jaime was hoping for, she was hoping for a card from my mum and of course there wasn't one. There wasn't any from anyone in our family.
"She is always doing this" Ria whispered to me. "Every year on her birthday, every Christmas. And she always gets upset when there isn't one from her. She always sends your mum one, you know."
I did know. And every year it was exactly the same. If mum opened it first, she would stare at it for a few moments and then throw it aside without saying a word. If dad or Benny reached it first, they would rip it up as soon as they knew whom it was from. They did that with her letters too and since they were the ones who usually dealt with the mail, my mum very rarely received Jaime's letters. Not that she was read them if she did. As Ria's hand gripped mine under the table and Vince gave me a quick grin, I sighed and wondered why adult's lives had to be so damn complicated…
(Emma's POV)
While the boys were away, Damon and I spent a lot of time talking about things, the past, everything that had happened recently and the future. I told him that I wasn't sure that I wanted to stay in Silverwood any more, that there were too many bad memories. He say that if I still felt that way after Christmas, then he would look for someone to buy the tavern and we would move on, maybe across the seas or wherever I wanted to go. My happiness and the children's happiness was what were important, he told me. And if moving again was what it took, then moving again was what we would do. His words reminded me of why I loved him so much and of why I fell in love with him in the first place. We also began to make the plans for our second wedding and Damon asked if there was a certain date when I wanted to do it.
"Yes" I replied without hesitation. "Christmas morning."
"Seven weeks time," he counted and then smiled at me and took my hand. "If that is what you want, my love, then that is what we will do. We shall have a Christmas day wedding."