A/N: I hope this chapter doesn't sound boring—I feel like it's missing something but I'm not quiet sure what. Just to let ya'll know I'm going on hiatus from October 4th to the 20th or later—the wedding is October 9th. Hope I still have readers out there. Until next time—ya'll are the best (and your more than that if you're still reading this)—PCGirl.
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"So how does it feel to have only one child again?" asked Livvie as her and Alison walked through the mall pushing Miranda's and Gregory's strollers. Leslie and Lizzie had left the day before to go spend a month with Jasmine and Jack, and with Eddie living over the gym Gregory had his mother's full attention all day long.
Alison laughed as they turned into a new store, "Well, it's the first time I've actually only had one child—I mean I did have the twins first. Wow, I hadn't called them 'twins' in a long time."
"It's not like they are complete opposites of each other," she said as she took a look at a blue pillar candle, she took a sniff at it, and then looked at the bottom. When she didn't get a response from Alison she looked to see her grinning back, "What?"
"What's the bottom say?" laughed Alison at watching Livvie still looking at the bottom of a candle after all these years.
"$7.99—I just wanted to check the price is all," she said, as if she was completely clueless as to what Alison was implying. "Oh—what did Rafe think of Jasmine's problem?"
"What problem?"
"Jasmine's messed up visions—Jack called Caleb and I answered, she's getting this weird humming in her ears, but when she tries to see anything all she sees is blackness."
"That's odd—are you sure Caleb and Rafe already talked about it between each other?"
"Yeah, Caleb told me they did the other day."
"Oh—I wonder why Rafe didn't mention it to me. I guess everything is ok though—I mean they haven't forced the girls to return home yet," said an uneasy Alison.
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Daniel looked next to him at Christina who was staring out the window as they drove through the Irish countryside. He could see the wheels turning in her head—trying to figure out the exact amount of paint to create the same shade of green on the canvas, or the purple of the flowers. He gave a slight chuckle as he turned off the main road and onto the dirt path that led up the hill, "We're almost there."
"It's gorgeous out here—did I mention that yet?"
"Only a hundred times," smiled Daniel as he pulled his rental car up to the cottage style home that was surrounded by gardens.
"This is it?" she said getting out of the car but standing at the door. The front door opened and out walked Ian, smiling from ear to ear and squeezing past him came an old dog—at first unsure on greeting Christina, but then when spotting Daniel he had a running gallop to him.
"He knows who his master is," laughed Ian as he came over and gave Christina a big hig and kiss on the cheek, "Welcome to Ireland, lassie. Daniel—you going to introduce Christina to your friend over there?"
Daniel peered up from kneeling on the ground, rubbing his hands over the dog, "This is Bailey—he's been my dog for the past ten years—I wanted to bring him to Port Charles with me, but Da said he's so used to having all the land he wants to roam that he would go crazy stuck in the apartment."
"Not that he does much running these days," laughed Ian. "Well, let's get you two inside and settled in before dinner," he said as he opened the trunk of the car and began grabbing bags and suitcases along with Daniel. They had gone inside and Christina was still taking in everything.
"Hey—you coming in?" smiled Daniel from the upstairs window as he watched her—realizing that he was now one step closer to asking her to become Mrs. Daniel Thornhart.
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Alison walked down the stairs to see Rafe sitting on the floor playing with Gregory. She smiled as she sat down on the couch behind him, "Why didn't you tell me about Jasmine?"
"What about her?" asked Rafe as he turned his head to look at Alison."The visions and the humming—I mean it would have been nice to know at least that she was having trouble."
Rafe completely turned around now and soon had Gregory standing up holding onto his back as he tried to play with his Dad, "What visions? What humming? This is the first I've heard about it."
"But Livvie—Caleb told Livvie you two had talked it over and figured everything out already."
"Well, Caleb is lying--I haven't talked to him in days, and when I did Jasmine's name never came up," he sighed as he stood up and got a small whimper out of Gregory that playtime was over.
"Where are you going?"
"To talk to Caleb and figure out what is going on," he said as he went to get his shoes.
"Ok," said Alison as she picked up Gregory and went to the stairs again, taking a look back as Rafe left the house before putting her attention back on Gregory.
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Livvie stopped at opening the door and looked at Miranda in her arms, "What is your Daddy up to, sweetheart?" she said softly as she walked inside and saw Caleb sitting on the couch. "Hi," she said as he got up and gave her a kiss.
"How was the shopping? Did you two enjoy your day with Alison and Gregory?" he asked Miranda who was half asleep but reached for her Daddy's arms.
"She and Gregory were asleep after the second store," she said with a laugh. "You want me to put her down for her nap?"
"No, I'll do it," he said as he went in the other room.
Livvie wished for a second he hadn't been home—that she had the chance to call Jack and see if Caleb had called him like he said, but she was going to have to ask Caleb with nothing but her own insecurities. She took a deep breath as he walked back in, "Caleb—we need to talk."
"About--?"
"Why you lied to me—why you said you and Rafe had talked about Jasmine's visions, or lack of them."
Caleb's mouth opened, "I wasn't lying—we talked."
"Well, he never told Alison. And don't you dare say it—don't you dare say he wouldn't tell Alison. They tell each other everything—Everything Caleb! I thought we had that too—am I wrong? Are you still keeping a secret from me?"
Caleb stood there for a moment before he began to speak—his words sharp and not losing eye contact with Livvie, even when she tried to look away, "Where did this come from Olivia? Where is the trust? Has this been for nothing? Have we raised three children, lost one, and been through our own battles in the past twenty something years for you to not have any trust in me?"
"I—Caleb—let me speak. I trust you--."
"Then don't accuse me of anything."
"Fine—I won't," she said as she stormed out of the room and a few minutes later she heard the front door close.
