I don't own these characters, I'm just having some fun with them. Enjoy!
Christian
Arriving at my mother's home, I park the R8 in the garage, as Taylor parks the SUV in the driveway.
Turning my attention back to Taylor, who opens the passenger side for Gail and then opens the back passenger door for his daughter Sophie, he begins to walk towards me.
"Sir, I spoke to the team and informed them of the protocol that is in place. Ryan, Reynolds, and Luke have already checked the perimeter of house and everything is all clear." He says with a small nod. Thanking him, I spin on my heels towards the entrance of my parents home, as he walks back towards Gail and Sophie who wait patiently beside the car.
As I enter, my parents home, I can already hear the chatter that is occurring in the kitchen.
"Mom! You're doing it wrong! That's way too much seasoning on the turkey!"
"Mia, I can season a turkey just fine, there is no need to shout, young lady." My mother reprimands my sister, who is attempting to remove all the spice jars away from my mother's reach, only for her hand to get swatted away by my mother.
"Mia, leave your mother alone." Dad says, smiling with a gentle shake of his head, as he closes the morning paper, he was reading on the small side table in the kitchen.
"You know Mia, just because you went to that cooker school in France, doesn't mean YOU can actually cook! You actually HAVE to attend the classes, in order to learn how." Elliot teases from where he is seated next to dad.
"You should be the one to talk!" Mia retorts, "Cookery school? It's called culinary school. You idiot!" She says scowling towards Elliot, who playfully sticks his tongue out at her, causing my father to belly laugh as my mother chastises both Mia and Elliot, sending my Dad a glare for laughing.
"Okay, enough kids. Be civil towards one another."
I laugh from where I'm leaning on the kitchen doorway, as I watched what played before me
"Oh Christian, you made it sweetheart!" Grace is the first to greet me. As she walks towards me, I push against the wall using my shoulder, to greet her properly with a kiss on her cheek.
"I'm glad you came." She says as she holds my face between her hands. My hands automatically shoot for her wrist and pull her hands in front of my mouth, as I gently place a kiss where her palms meet.
"I did say I was coming mom." She nods her head as I smile.
"Okay then," she turns away from me as she wipes her eyes using the back of her hands. "Since we are all here," she clears her throat, " I'm going to need you boys to set the dining room table, Mia help me with the side dishes, and Carrie..." She turns to look at my dad, who raises his eyebrow in acknowledgment. "Just sit there." She smiles sweetly at him.
"Good idea." He says opening the newspaper after he smiles at her and nods his greeting towards me.
The last time, my father helped around the kitchen, my mother had to cook all over again. I smile remembering that wonderful Thanksgiving day.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Mia asks with curiosity. Turning towards Mia, I laugh. "Do you remember the last time dad helped?" I say as we all look at dad for a second, who's mumbling something under his breath, and begin to laugh once again.
"That was fucken hilarious." Elliot speaks as he holds his side of his body from laughing so hard, earning a glare from mom.
"I'm sorry dad, but even you have to admit it was pretty funny." Mia says as she begins to stir the pots.
"Kids, it wasn't his fault. He didn't know." I can tell mom is trying real hard not to laugh her self.
"Yes it was." Elliot speaks once again after his fit of laughter has died down. "He knew Uncle Brian brought over his dog, and he shouldn't have placed the turkey so close to the edge. You even said it mom, "Carrie, place the Turkey in the middle of the table." He says to prove his point.
Shaking my head I walk towards Mia, who greets me with a quick hug and a kiss on my cheek, making my way towards where Elliot and Carrick are sitting.
"Did you really have to bring that up, Christian?" Dad says as he places the newspaper down on the table, with a huff.
"Sorry Dad." I smile towards him, while I pat Elliot's shoulder and extend my hand towards my Dad to shake. He smirks and shakes my hand, "Don't worry son, you'll do something stupid one day and you can bet your ass, I'm going to enjoy the hell out of making fun of you."
"Carrick!" Mom scolds for his choice of words.
Thirty minutes later, Mom and Mia have finished making a light lunch, while Elliot and I have set the dining room table. My eyebrows furrow when I notice two extra seatings.
"Elliot are we having company?" I turn towards Elliot but notice he is no where in site. Fucker!
"Mom, the dining table is set, but there's..." I stop when i notice Mia and Elliot are no where in site. Where the fuck did they go?
"Christian did you set the table?"
"Yes mother." I answer still confused.
"Sweetheart what's wrong? Are you sick?" She asks as she mistakes my look of confusion.
"No Mom, I was just..."
"Oh they must be here." She cuts me off, quickly washing her hands before grabbing a clean kitchen towel to dry her hands. Who's here?
Still confused, I walk behind mother towards the living room, where voices are coming from.
My father is seated on the recliner chair as Mia is perched on the armrest, while Elliot is sat on the loveseat. I can feel my breath hitch when I see Kate is sat beside him. My brain starts to work overtime as it hits me. The two extra plate settings. My eyes begin to wander around the livingroom to see if I spot Ana, but she's not here. Sighing, I turn towards mom who looks at me curiously.
"Mom what is going on?" I ask as I notice Kate has left the living room.
"Elliot asked if he could invite two of his friends over to the house and I agreed." She smiles after answering my question and walks to where my father is seated. My mind is still trying to process what is going on, despite the laughter in the background. She's here! I tell myself as I feel her presence behind me.
Taking a deep breath, I turn around and come face to face with Ana.