A/N: Whoop, Whoop! Finally got a chapter out to you guys (: It is fairly long, and I hope you all enjoy it. The next chapter will kick off with Des as a child -weeps-. The kids need to be older for me to advance the plot, and I’ve really run out of thing to do with them as toddlers ): Ahhh it makes me kinda sad.
Anyway, I hope you like it!<3
Winter hit Sunset Valley hard, with thick snow falling on the first day of December. By the tenth we were covered in at least a foot of snow all the time. This ensured that most people stayed in their houses all the time.
We hung our Snowflake Day lights, well, Parker mostly hung them but the kids and I enjoyed them.
Everyone pitched in on the Snowflake Day tree, and I think it looks great. The kids were super excited about it, but Desmond ended up throwing a bit fit when we told him he couldn’t open his presents until Snowflake Day.
It was on a day when the snow-level was lower than normal that I received a call from Zelda. She said she and her boys were going crazy being cooped all the time, and I definitely knew the feeling. My kids were getting pretty restless too. Hopefully a play day would help everyone out.
I got everyone ready and we moved downstairs. Parker was still sleeping, since he worked late most of the time, and I didn’t want to wake him. I sat the kids down in the floor and decided to get started on my letter to Tatiana. I had put it off for way too long already, but the thought of having to get involved in the Supernatural again, when my life was so normal, made me a bit nervous.
I could hear blocks falling against each other as one of the kids played at the building table. The clinking of the blocks was occasionally accompanied by a ‘thump’ as someone smashed a toy against the ground. I closed my eyes, breathing out through my nose. Did it really take this much concentration?
The kids played noisily behind me as I tried to concentrate on writing. Should it be long? Short? What should I even say? Should I apologize for taking so long? Would it even reach her before December was over? I chewed on my lower lip, placing my pen against the paper and finally writing one short sentence.
‘I will help you out.’
It wasn’t long after I finished writing the letter that Zelda busted through the door, a baby on each hip. Recently, she had noticed some very fine lines around her mouth. She decided to combat feeling older by dying her hair bright blue. Of course, Zelda looked good no matter what, but she was definitely turning some heads now.
“Cassidy’s hair is growing in pretty slow, dontcha think?”
It was an off-handed comment, and I knew Zelda didn’t mean anything by it, but it still hurt for some reason. Of course I had noticed her hair was growing in very slowly. William, who was a couple months younger than her, had more hair than she did. Beau already had little whisps of hair on the top of his head.
“Yeah, I guess it is. I think her curls are cute, though. She must have gotten them from my mother.”
Zelda smiled at me, turning her attention back to the TV. My hair could be a little wavy sometimes, but it wasn’t curly. It was entirely possible that Cassidy’s hair would straighten out as she got older. In fact, for all I knew my hair could have been curly like that when I was younger, I hadn’t seen any pictures of myself younger than when Hannah adopted me in a very long time. If I had to guess, I would say there were at the old house somewhere.
Zelda and I sat in silence for a while after that, watching the news absent-mindedly and also watching the kids play. All three of them were more rowdy than they normally were, and I definitely couldn’t wait until spring when we could get them out of the house again.
It wasn’t long before Beau got tired of lying on Cassidy’s old mat and started crying. Zelda picked him up and his cries instantly ceased. Apparently he was much needier baby than William, who could sit in a room all day by himself and be just fine.
Of course, it wasn’t long after that that Cassidy demanded to be allowed on the couch as well. At first I thought she wanted to sit in my lap, but she only had eyes for Beau.
She kept pointing at Beau and saying “Bayy, bayyy!” She seemed to be very interested in him. I thought it was pretty cute.
After Cassidy and Beau were up on the couch, William decided he wanted to play with the blocks. It was great to see him and Desmond playing together, because normally they ignored each other’s existence all together.
A couple of days passed and our anniversary was upon us. Parker insisted that we get out and do something despite the snow. Desperate though I was to get out of the house and have a bit of time to myself, I felt bad for leaving the kids with the Langeraks. Mostly because of how riled up they were right now, and how much of a handful they would be. In the end, though, Iliana had said she would come and get them herself if we didn’t drop them off, so she took the choice away from me. It was probably a good thing.
When we arrived at the Langerak house, Iliana wasn’t there. Apparently she was getting in all the time she could before she was forced to take off for the holidays. That woman did not know how to take a break. Cassidy was instantly scooped up by her grandpa, but Desmond refused to allow anyone to touch him. He was mad at us, apparently.
“Are you ready to go?” Parker asked after we had been there for a while.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Now, don’t you worry about a thing Kirsten, these babies will just fine with us tonight.” Dustin assured me, ushering Parker and I out the door.
Our first stop was the beach-side café. We could have gone to the bistro, but we weren’t really in the mood for anything too fancy right now. Due to the cold temperatures, we both got something really warm to eat. It was delicious, and the view was beautiful, as the sky turned hues of pink for the sunset.
After we were finished eating, Parker reached over the table and grabbed my hand, running his fingers over mine.
“I’ve felt bad that you’ve been cooped up with the kids all winter, Kirs. I can tell you’re getting restless.”
I shook my head a bit, “I don’t really mind too much. It isn’t all that long before Des will be going to school during the day.”
“I can’t believe he is already that old. It seems like just yesterday we were living in the old house and having his nursery constructed while we were in Riverview.” He squeezed my hand a bit, but it felt like he had his hand around my belly instead. This would be the perfect time, to tell him everything, to come clean about why I was really so upset in Riverview…
I opened my mouth to speak, but he was already talking.
“But tonight is supposed to be fun, how about we go check out that new dance club?” He was already standing up; I followed him, grabbing his hand and turning him toward me.
“Parker,” I said, catching his attention even more.
“I-Uh…” Somehow, I couldn’t make the words come up. I looked into his face, which despite being slightly confused, was so relaxed. Things had been perfect lately, tonight was supposed to be fun. Maybe it wasn’t the right time after all.
I stood up on my tip-toes, placing a small kiss on his lips.
“I just love you, is all.”
He smiled, unconvinced. “I love you too, honey.”
The new club had replaced The Grind, probably around the same time that Cassidy was born. We’d heard great things about it, but we had never been. We started off with a couple of drinks, but both of us agreed that we didn’t want to get really drunk tonight.
We headed to the dance-floor, trying to get back into the groove of dancing after so long. It had been at least a year since we last danced. We were getting old, weren’t we?
But as the drinks hit us and we got a bit tipsy, we really got back into dancing and had a great time.
It wasn’t long before Parker’s hands were around my waist, his lips finding mine as he pulled me in close to him. The club was basically empty due to the weather, but I still felt a bit awkward making out in public.
“Let’s go home,” I breathed against his lips, pulling back a bit. He grabbed my hand and we ran out of the club.
We were barely through the door before he was pushing me against the wall, kissing me passionately. Between his long hours, and long days of running around after rugrats, we were often too tired for anything. Right now, though, the house was completely empty and we didn’t have any certain time to be up tomorrow.
Snowflake Day rolled around, and the Langeraks piled into our little house. Everyone was all dressed up in holiday clothes, because Iliana was demanding a good family picture. Hannah and Zelda were both off on vacation for the holiday, and I was kind of grateful, because even though we’d rearranged the living area, there was barely enough room for all of us.
Everyone sat down at the table and tucked in to a dinner of spaghetti and shrimp cooked by Dustin. It was delicious.
A very pregnant Kaylynn was back for seconds before everyone else finished their first plates. There had been a lot of tension between her and her mother tonight, and I could only assume it was because Iliana wasn’t too pleased with her most recent pregnancy. It was true that Kaylynn and Michael were young, but they seemed happy to me, so I really didn’t see the issue.
Everyone got together and posed as best we could for a holiday picture. Iliana was very pleased with it, so at least there was something she was happy with tonight. After the picture we all opened presents and then collapsed on the couch while the kids played together.
Michael sat off to the side and stared a little too intensely at the Snowflake Day programming. Even though he and Kaylynn were married with children, I had the sinking feeling he wasn’t welcomed into the family quite as warmly as he should be.
Parker and his father sat on one end of the couch, discussing the up-coming season in whatever sport. I didn’t follow sports very well, though I did take the kids to all of Parker’s games that I could. Parker was holding Desmond’s new dragon toy, because Desmond had demanded it.
The girls and I sat at the other end of the couch, and I stared blankly at the TV. I was way too tired to try and wade through the stiffness between the two women.
“I like your new living room set-up.” Kaylynn muttered.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at her. It was basically the only warm interaction anyone but the babies had all night.
Speaking of the babies, they were playing happily in their pile of new toys. At least someone had a good Snowflake Day this year.
By the time that Cassidy’s first birthday rolled around, the snow had long since melted away. Sunset Valley was heating up, and the trees were regaining their leaves. My baby girl was taking small steps, and talking more every day.
“Are you ready for your party?”
I couldn’t tell if she was answering me or if ‘no’ was the only word she could think of.
We decided to have her party at the beach, since the kids had never actually seen the ocean they lived so close to. Being around it made me a little nervous, but we were far enough away that it didn’t bother me too much. I did have this ridiculous fear that one of the kids would sneak into it, though.
Once the kids were playing happily in the sand-box I approached Zelda. I hadn’t really seen her much since she’d came over in the winter.
“Wow, your hair looks so great!” I complimented, remembering the neon-blue she’d had it dyed before.
“Thanks, Kirs. Yours looks the same as always.” She stuck her tongue out me. She was always wanting me to cut all my hair off or dye it some silly color.
I watched as Parker and his sister hugged out of the corner of my eye.
“Is Mom still giving you a hard time?” He questioned.
“Not really, ever since the new baby arrived she has been distracted by him.”
She smiled, but I didn’t catch the rest of the conversation. I had some food to make!
I got started on the hotdogs, nervously watching the kids out of the corner of my eye. If Parker hadn’t insisted that they see the ocean, I would have had the party somewhere else. It was one thing for me to be so close, but it was an entirely different thing for them. I didn’t want my babies to go through what I did.
After a few minutes, Iliana approached me.
“Kirsten, I want to apologize for how I behaved on Snowflake Day. I should have put aside all of that for the kids, it wasn’t right.”
I plated the hotdogs and walked over to her.
“It’s fine. To be honest, I could have handled the situation a bit better myself. I think we were all just tired.”
She smiled gratefully at me before I turned and called everyone over so Cass could blow out her candles.
“Are you ready to blow out your candles?”
“No, Maaa, no!” She whined, digging her little fingers into my shirt. There was an edge to her voice that told me we were five seconds away from a full-blown fit; something that Cassidy didn’t have very often.
“Look, Des, Sissy is gonna blow out her candles.”
There seemed to be something about Desmond’s voice that calmed her down, because after she heard him she was more than willing to approach her cake.
“Are you ready, baby girl?