Married Life
Author's Note: For all of those unaware, if you like Supernatural I have started a fanfiction about the series. Please, come read it and support me as I attempt to write about another wonderful series. Oh and I'm SOOOOO sorry its this late. I've been trying to write it for days and didn't know exactly how I wanted it to go. 2 more chapters until the SEQUEL! OMG!
Bailey: 5 years. Max: 2 ½ years.
Chapter 23: Should I Stay or Should I Go?
NO POV
"You're joking right? Our whole lives are here, Robert! Bailey's school, our jobs, our friends, my family!" Allison said, standing up in a huff. Her eyes, normally so calm, were filled with a mix of emotions; most of which Robert had seen but a few that he'd only seen on very rare occasions.
Robert Chase looked down, his eyes full of shame and self-doubt. Allison took a deep breath, and sat back down. "How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Since Bailey's birthday party…"
Allison's eyes softened. "Give me some time, honey. Okay? I'll think about it." she walked off, and left Robert to his thoughts.
Allison's POV
How could he just spring that up on me? We were having a nice conversation…and he ruins it with talk of Australia. I thought Robert said he'd never live there again for the rest of his life. He told me that New Jersey was home. That we'd never leave New Jersey. And I know my parents and I aren't that close anymore…but that doesn't mean I can take their grandsons away from them.
But, after relaxing for a minute…I see his point. It's not fair that our kids only really know my family, and know relatively nothing of his. They get postcards on their birthdays because Robert's siblings can only come to America for really special occasions. Like weddings, and funerals.
Then, suddenly, I pull out my laptop and go to a real estate website for Australia. I find the prettiest house, and see that the local schools are amazing. I go to the job information online, and find that there are tons of hospitals looking for doctors with Robert's experience. And a few that need doctors specialized in immunology…which I am. I apply to a few, and then I call Robert in the bedroom.
His eyes are watery, red and puffy. Looks like he'd been digesting our argument ever since I left the room. I felt the guilt consume me. I patted the empty space on the bed, and he (like a little kid who'd suffered much abuse) reluctantly sat down next to me.
"Robert, I've been thinking. And I did some house, job and school hunting. Melbourne is perfect. There's a gorgeous little house there with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, living room, and a room that can be made into a study/playroom for the kids and us." Robert looked at me, like I'd just spoken in Greek or something.
"What do you mean? What are you saying?"
I looked up at him. "I'm getting ready. In case we've decided to move to Australia."
He stared at me, mouth gaping wide open. "I decided you're right. You need to be with your family, too. It's only fair that our babies love your family as much as my family. They are their family too."
Robert smiled a little, and hugged me tightly. "Thank you." he whispered.
"Just one little problem…how are we going to tell House and the boys? Max will understand…but Bailey? He's so attached to House. He loves House." I said, feeling immense guilt for my eldest son.
Robert did, too. I could feel it. We'd have to tell the kids first. We owed them that. Tomorrow night, or tonight. After the two of us talked it out some more.
It would be hard. I couldn't even begin to get the words out of my mouth that we were leaving New Jersey…leaving America all together. But, it was kinda funny at the same time. The entire time I was pregnant with Bailey, I imagined him with a full Australian accent. Not muddled like it is currently.
Max was the accentless baby. We didn't know why, but he never got it. Not really. Bailey, on the other hand called me "Mummy" instead of "Mommy" like Max. My little Aussie. Like father, like son.
Chase's POV
I didn't think she'd agree so quickly. That wasn't the Allison I know, and have been married to for 6 years now. She would have questioned me, and then investigated because she didn't trust me. Oh, wait…I was confusing her with House. Okay, so telling the hospital made me a little more nervous than telling Allie did. New Jersey's been great, but I need the ocean…I need my friends…I need the memory of my mother as odd as it sounds after so many years have passed.
My kids know little to nothing about my mother, and I don't want my memories of her to fade away as the years go by. Because as bad as she was, I remember the good times just as well as the bad.
Like when I was probably four or five, she woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me it was snowing. And at the time, snow was a rariety in my world. She didn't tell my brother or my sisters, who were still fast asleep. Or my father, who had gotten home rather late from work that night. She helped me into my coat, and took me by my gloved hand to lead me outside.
When we got out there, she smiled down at me. Then, in response to my smile, she picked me up and hugged me tight. Then, she set me back down and took my small hands again. Then, she proceeded to teach me how to dance. Well, wobble might be a better term for what we did, but she did that. Then we made snow angels. And she carried me to bed when I fell asleep in front of the fireplace with her.
I've tried to recreate some of my mother's magic that existed in my childhood with my two sons, but alas it could not be duplicated. I've made memories that seem oddly reminiscent and make me think that Mum might have done something similar with Lucas, Janine, Rebecca or myself.
Still, years later, I get a little sad when I see a rainbow, or snow, or something that she would have liked. And I think I see her sometimes, but it's typically out of focus and when I try to see her it vanishes. I never like to remember how she was towards the end but I love to remember fond memories of her and I.
I've never even told Allison that story. I think I told Bailey once, when he was fast asleep in his crib. So, he'd never remember because he was still a newborn when I did that. I'll never forget that feeling of "Wow…she's totally missing this!" when Bailey took his first steps.
I knew she would have been as excited as we were. Dread overflowed when I remembered that I had to tell my kids that we were moving to Australia. An entirely different continent! I remembered the shock of moving to America was bad, and I was a lot older than them!
Oh, dear…