FLORIDA
Abigail and her mother decided to do some shopping in the Villages. There were no shortages of outlet stores to browse.
The funeral was set for Thursday, tomorrow morning so this would be a chance to just hang out. She was scheduled to fly home on Friday morning.
Things had been a bit tense with her parents since she broke the news to them about her relationship with The Commissioner.
She realized that maybe she hadn't really had to tell them so soon but they were the type of family that shared with each other. Even though her parents had relocated to Boston and she was in New York, they still kept weekly tabs on each other.
It would have gotten to the point of keeping secrets and lying about it if she hadn't broken the news to them. That just wasn't the kind of family they were.
The weather was beautiful outside so they decided to dine at Chipotle for lunch which had outdoor seating.
After they sat down and a few minutes into her burrito bowl, her mother asked, "So Abby, what are the Commissioner's intentions?
Abigail almost choked on a piece of lettuce. "What? What do you mean his intentions? This isn't the 1950s, Mom."
Her mother sighed. "I know. But I just can't stand to see you get your heart broken again over some man who won't commit."
Abigail gulped as she realized something she had only thought in the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind.
What would it be like to be a Reagan?
Her mother noticed her expression change and she put her fork down, "I mean, have you considered where this was going?" she asked gently.
Abigail sighed and turned her gaze towards the parking lot where there seemed to be more golf carts as the preferred transportation than cars.
"It hasn't come up."
"Mm hm," her mother picked up her fork again. "But, how do you feel about him?" She paused and Abigail could tell she was uncomfortable but wanted to ask it anyway.
"Do you think he could be the one?"
Abigail felt a blush creep up into her cheeks. For some reason she thought of being in middle school again. When you liked a boy you wrote your first name with his last name to see how it would look.
How it would feel to have a different name.
Her gaze dropped to her lap and she quietly replied, "Yes."
Her mother nodded satisfied. "So you know…but does he?"
Abigail met her gaze. "I…I don't know, Mom. It's all happened so fast."
"Just something to think about," her mother said and switched topics to the next store they were going to hit up.
But Abigail's mind was repeating over and over
What would it be like to be a Reagan?
A/N: I hope you enjoyed these new scenes. I promise Abigail will be returning to NYC soon! And more discoveries to come.