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Authors: Fae Sutherland, Chelsea James
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laughing."
Remey smiled, shaking his head. "I'm sure you do. I would, too, with Willow around. She's the sweetest kid. But something about me makes you all serious and... well, grumpy."
"It's not you," Aleks began, and Remey shook his head.
"I know it's not me. I mean, you keep saying it's not, and I have no reason not to believe you. I know you wouldn't even be here right now if you disliked me. But seeing me seems to be a reminder to you of all the reasons you hate that I'm here." Remey sighed and cut off the end of his pie with the side of his fork, scooping up the bit and offering it to Aleks. "Here. You don't even need to share yours."
Aleks took the fork and ate the bite of pie, his eyes closing halfway in pleasure. "Amazing. Mona makes the best pies ever, I swear. I've tried to talk her into making some for me for Thanksgiving every year, and she always says no. I can cook well enough, but baking is beyond me."
Remey laughed as Aleks gave him back his fork, taking a bite of the pie for himself. "I'd make you pies, if you wanted. My mama taught me how ages ago, and she's an amazing baker. I haven't made any in years, but it's one of those things you don't forget how to do. I have copies of all her recipes somewhere."
Aleks shook his head. "No, that's okay. I was kidding. We'll make do with store-bought, or I'll bug Jess to bring dessert. She's my sister-in-law. We always do Thanksgiving at my house, and Christmas at her and Stevan's."
Remey smiled. "I saw the pictures of you and your brother the other day. You look amazingly alike. Do they live close by?"
"Yeah, Stevan and Jess live a block over. It's nice having him so close. We have dinner together, all of us, once a week, and we spend holidays together."
"That's sweet. What about your mom and dad?"
Aleks shook his head, taking a bite of his own pie. "Mom lives in Florida now. She's got herself a live-in boyfriend," he said with a smile. "Daddy died when I was thirteen." He held up his hand immediately. "Stop... don't say you're sorry, or you didn't know. Of course you didn't. And there's no need to be sorry. It was a long time ago and we try to remember the good stuff, not the bad."
Remey gave him a sympathetic smile, then nodded. "Okay. So your mom doesn't come for holidays?"
"No. She's afraid to fly, ever since the Towers, you know. So when she comes, it's a long trip, usually by train, and it's not something she can do often. So we visit her more than she comes up here. Not every year, but we went down last year for Thanksgiving and this year we'll be doing New Year's, and I make sure we're down there for her birthday every year."
Remey smiled. "You have this whole... I don't know, family routine. I miss that kind of thing--the constant of knowing you'll be having Christmas at Grandma's and thanksgiving at your uncle's or whatever. Traditions, I guess is the word I mean."
"It's part of what I wanted for Willow when we moved back. I didn't want to spend Christmas in some cramped Brooklyn apartment with a tiny tree and nowhere to build snowmen and trying to explain how Santa is going to get in if there's no chimney. I mean, I didn't move us back here solely because of Christmas, but it's all of it, all those little things kids ought to have when they're growing up."
"Like riding their bike outside in the summer. And jumping into leaf piles in the fall." Remey nodded with a smile. "I get it. If I ever have kids, I want the same kind of stuff."
"You think it's possible, being who you are? I mean, not having kids--obviously that's possible--but them growing up like you did, like I did?"
"You mean normal?" Remey nodded. "Sure, it is. It'll take a little more work, but I don't think it's completely out of reach or anything. Kids shouldn't be in the spotlight because of their parents, no matter who their parents are. I hate how magazines and tabloids are always publishing pictures of celebrities with their kids. It's not right, the kids didn't choose it,
Remey smiled, shaking his head. "I'm sure you do. I would, too, with Willow around. She's the sweetest kid. But something about me makes you all serious and... well, grumpy."
"It's not you," Aleks began, and Remey shook his head.
"I know it's not me. I mean, you keep saying it's not, and I have no reason not to believe you. I know you wouldn't even be here right now if you disliked me. But seeing me seems to be a reminder to you of all the reasons you hate that I'm here." Remey sighed and cut off the end of his pie with the side of his fork, scooping up the bit and offering it to Aleks. "Here. You don't even need to share yours."
Aleks took the fork and ate the bite of pie, his eyes closing halfway in pleasure. "Amazing. Mona makes the best pies ever, I swear. I've tried to talk her into making some for me for Thanksgiving every year, and she always says no. I can cook well enough, but baking is beyond me."
Remey laughed as Aleks gave him back his fork, taking a bite of the pie for himself. "I'd make you pies, if you wanted. My mama taught me how ages ago, and she's an amazing baker. I haven't made any in years, but it's one of those things you don't forget how to do. I have copies of all her recipes somewhere."
Aleks shook his head. "No, that's okay. I was kidding. We'll make do with store-bought, or I'll bug Jess to bring dessert. She's my sister-in-law. We always do Thanksgiving at my house, and Christmas at her and Stevan's."
Remey smiled. "I saw the pictures of you and your brother the other day. You look amazingly alike. Do they live close by?"
"Yeah, Stevan and Jess live a block over. It's nice having him so close. We have dinner together, all of us, once a week, and we spend holidays together."
"That's sweet. What about your mom and dad?"
Aleks shook his head, taking a bite of his own pie. "Mom lives in Florida now. She's got herself a live-in boyfriend," he said with a smile. "Daddy died when I was thirteen." He held up his hand immediately. "Stop... don't say you're sorry, or you didn't know. Of course you didn't. And there's no need to be sorry. It was a long time ago and we try to remember the good stuff, not the bad."
Remey gave him a sympathetic smile, then nodded. "Okay. So your mom doesn't come for holidays?"
"No. She's afraid to fly, ever since the Towers, you know. So when she comes, it's a long trip, usually by train, and it's not something she can do often. So we visit her more than she comes up here. Not every year, but we went down last year for Thanksgiving and this year we'll be doing New Year's, and I make sure we're down there for her birthday every year."
Remey smiled. "You have this whole... I don't know, family routine. I miss that kind of thing--the constant of knowing you'll be having Christmas at Grandma's and thanksgiving at your uncle's or whatever. Traditions, I guess is the word I mean."
"It's part of what I wanted for Willow when we moved back. I didn't want to spend Christmas in some cramped Brooklyn apartment with a tiny tree and nowhere to build snowmen and trying to explain how Santa is going to get in if there's no chimney. I mean, I didn't move us back here solely because of Christmas, but it's all of it, all those little things kids ought to have when they're growing up."
"Like riding their bike outside in the summer. And jumping into leaf piles in the fall." Remey nodded with a smile. "I get it. If I ever have kids, I want the same kind of stuff."
"You think it's possible, being who you are? I mean, not having kids--obviously that's possible--but them growing up like you did, like I did?"
"You mean normal?" Remey nodded. "Sure, it is. It'll take a little more work, but I don't think it's completely out of reach or anything. Kids shouldn't be in the spotlight because of their parents, no matter who their parents are. I hate how magazines and tabloids are always publishing pictures of celebrities with their kids. It's not right, the kids didn't choose it,
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