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Chapter Eight: The Annual Family Dinner
Contessa's POV
I sat on the couch at the Burrow for the annual family dinner. Cal was sitting behind me while I reclined on his chest. He was on edge tonight because Ron was coming tonight with his new wife Jocelyn tonight and Cal wasn't excited to see him.
"Hey it's okay." I told him squeezing his knee gently. He gave me a tense smile, "I love you, you crazy blonde Weasley." I teased him. I looked around the busy room. Vice and Manda were side by side Molly whom was coddling Manda, I smirked a little she was only two months along and glowing. Sean was sitting at the kitchen table with Dad, Charlie, Bill, Percy, and Fred playing cards. Apolline and Celena were in the corner whispering and giggling. Zoe and Lilly were sitting talking with James, Dom, and Albus whose arm was securely wrapped around Zoe's waist. Lexy and Kenne were talking with Victoire, Teddy, Dominque and her French muggle count. Molly, Mom, Aunt Bella, and the rest of the aunts were in the kitchen cooking and chit chating.
"At least the whole family is here." He said kissing my temple; Keisha sat down in front of us on the opposing seat,
"I hate family functions." She muttered irritated glaring Molly's way. I nodded sympathetically. Molly did not hide it that she thought that Keisha is a screw up.
"I'm sorry." I told her, not really able to know how she felt. My parents had always supported us kids.
"Whatever." She replied flippantly, "My parents think I'm adorable." I laughed, she was right, she's Aunt Luna's spitting image, and she was the rebel child.
"As long as you're happy." I replied with a smile. I could feel Cal tense up behind me I; Keisha and I both looked towards the door and saw a tall red head with a Cal's strong jaw line and the red Weasley hair standing with a tall slim black haired woman with blood red lips and tan skin and emerald eyes.
"I guess that's my illusive uncle Ron." Keisha muttered under her breath her fingers running through her curly blonde locks.
"Bastard." Cal muttered looking away. The whole room got silent for a few moments. No one had heard from Ron in so long, that it was a shock he had even showed up for the family dinner. I saw him walk our way with Jocelyn. "Shit." Cal muttered his grip tightening on my waist.
"Hello Callahan." He stated simply looking at Cal, who just glared back. There was nothing extraordinary about the man who had fathered Cal. He is tall and lanky with gingery red hair. He is pale and freckled and not good looking.
"Who are you?" Keisha asked sickly sweet in her husky smoker's voice, incorporating that tone of irritation in a way only Keisha can.
"I'm Ronald Weasley his father." Cal snorted,
"Wrong, Jude Mosley is my father." He snarled standing up stalking away. I stood up and looked at him,
"Way to go, now I have to go calm him down, ass hole." I told him jogging after him. I found him outside in the garden sitting on a bench resting against the side of the house. I could his breathe fogging up against the cold air in time with his angry heavy breathing. I sat down next to him,
"Cal?" I questioned softly interlacing my fingers with his. He looked at me angry,
"How can that bastard call himself my father, he was never there. He never even sent my mum money. It was always Jude, he was there for my first steps, he took my shopping for all my school books; he did everything. It was always him who was my father. It was my decision to keep the last name Brown when I was fifteen and he adopted me." He seethed angrily, I nodded my head agreeing with him resting my head on his shoulder his arms automatically wrapping around my shoulders.
"I know." I whispered,
"I love you so much Contessa Jane Black, I could never walk out on you the way he did your mum, and mine." I looked up at him as he looked down at me dead serious, "You know that right?" He questioned starting to look scared; I kissed Cal's lips softly,
"I know that. I love you too." I replied with a smile, "Cal, we should go inside; its cold out here." I whined, he chuckled smiling at me,
"You know you're the only person who can smile at me and put my whole world right again." He told me kissing my temple I giggled sweetly,
"I didn't know that." I told him teasingly, he smiled at me brightly,
"You should know that, and you want to know why?" He asked I nodded my head, "Because you're everything to me, you are the half that makes me whole, and I know that. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Tessa." I smiled at him. Cal has been the only man I've ever known and loved. He was the only man in my eyes ever.
"Do you really mean that?" I asked, I am fifteen, and he's nineteen.
"I do mean that, Tessa. I really do." I giggled lunging into his arms hugging him tightly and he hugged me back just as tightly. "I should probably get you back inside before Sean comes out looking for us." He teased pulling me up off the bench.
"You're really that scared of Sean?" I asked teasingly, he gave me one of those looks,
"He's got six inches on me; has more muscle on his body than I can dream of and I'm dating his fifteen year old sister, of course I'm scared of this guy." He teased hugging me,
"With good reason too." Came Sean's deep booming bass voice I turned and smiled at my older brother whose white long sleeved shirt was pushed up his forearms showing off the bulky muscle there. "I saw Ron show up. I figured she just came out too cool you off."
"Yeah, that's all that happened." Cal reassured him; Sean just nodded scratching the back of his neck,
"Yeah, I know. That's not why I came out here, Molly sent me out to get you two. Dinner's ready." He stated before turning around walking back towards the front door. Cal and I followed behind closely holding hands as we entered the burrow and sat down to dinner. Everyone was sitting shoulder to shoulder crammed around the dining room tables. Jocelyn didn't appear to be a huge fan of this. Fleur smiled at her sweetly,
"Don't worry, you get used to the busyness of being a Weasley." Jocelyn have her a pitiful and unconvinced attempt at a smile. The loudness of the Weasley family had always been party of Christmas traditions. Carlisle, Esmee and the rest of the Cullens sat at the table drinking a blend of dragon blood that Charlie would bring for them from Romania, and they would enjoy that while we all ate the huge holiday meal.
"So Manda, you're knocked up." Ron stated uncouthly earning him a sharp glare from Vice, Manda just smiled sweetly; she'd learned Alice's ability to be sweet to everyone even if they were rude to her.
"Yes, Vice and I are expecting." She replied sweetly squeezing Vice's hand in her own. He looked down at his plate shoving a large mouthful of ham to keep himself from making a comment.
"Luna, George I can't believe you let Keisha get a tattoo." Molly announced, Keisha threw her cloth napkin on her plate.
"Here we go again." She groaned getting ready to throw down over her new tattoo. Luna just shrugged it off,
"Fred and I want to encourage all out children's individuality." George chuckled draping his arm over the back of Aunt Luna's chair,
"Besides, remember how well it worked out for you trying to conform Fred and I to what you wanted. We won't do that to Keisha; she is more than entitled to be an individual." Keisha smiled,
"I hardly think a joke shop is on the same level as a tattoo." Luna shrugged,
"Keisha, is a rebel just like George, and she knows the rules it's up to her to respect the house rules." Keisha smiled at Aunt Luna, "And because we respect Keisha as an individual she respects the house rules." Molly just huffed,
"A tattoo is a big responsibility for a sixteen year old." Keisha stood up from the table pissed,
"So is a baby, but no one is mad at Vice or Manda. We call our self such an open minded family, but the Weasley's aren't open minded at all. Sure, we're open to Apolline dating a seventeen year old, and Cal not having the last name Weasley." Keisha looked angrily at her grandma Molly,
"But the fact I like tattoos and piercing is completely unacceptable, and Merlin forbid I date a Slytherin. So screw you all." She seethed walking away from the table; I watched Vice get up and follow her outside.
Keisha's POV
I stormed outside to my little place behind the chicken coop where I sat down in the cold snow not caring that my jeans were going to be completely soaked through when I stood up not caring how cold it is outside. I fumbled around in my pockets and found my lighter and my pack of cigarettes pulling one out placing it between my lips lighting it taking a deep drag of it. I heard Vice's light footsteps approach and him plop down in the snow next to me. I offered him the carton and lighter. I sat there staring off into space barely hearing the flint spark of the lighter.
"So Henry; he a good kisser?" Vice asked causing me to laugh. I had never had girlfriends, most of the girls at Hogwarts thought of me as a slut and scary. Vice is my girlfriend in many ways.
"Yeah he's a good kisser." I replied looking at him, he smiled at me, nudging me with his shoulder, "You're going to have to quit with this baby on the way. You know that right?" He nodded his head,
"I do, Manda is adamant about it. If it weren't for her I'd smoke myself to death." I giggled again, sighing take another drag of my cigarette,
"You know, none of the rest of us care you're dating Henry. Mom loves it." I smiled to myself, Aunt Hermione, was all for inter-house unity. Mom and Dad thought it was about time. So did most of our aunts and uncles. Carlisle says that just one thing can change the course of the world.
"I know. It just sucks being a screw up." I told him looking down at my tattoo. It was a pair of fairy wings on my hand.
"I like your tattoo." Vice stated taking my hand in his looking at it, "I want you to look at this tattoo and remember why you got it." I smiled looking at the wings on my hand, "Do you remember why you got this tattoo?" He asked; I nodded,
"To remind me to spread my wings and fly." He finished his cigarette moments after me putting it out in the snow,
"Ready to go back?" He asked standing up offering me a hand. We walked back into the house. I sat down in my chair next to Vice's. Vice remained standing.
"Alright, no more ripping on Keisha, no one in this room would love her as much as we all do if she wasn't the loveable, crazy rebel that she is. And if I hear anyone ripping on her they'll have me to deal with." Vice started to sit down before standing up, "And I have it on very good authority that Henry Zambini is an excellent kisser." Vice finally sat down leaving me red in the face.
"Thanks for standing up for me." I told him with a smile on his face he smiled back his fingers interlocked with Manda's,
"Hey, I'd do anything for my girls." He said with a smile, kissing the back of Manda's hand.
