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happiness, a little love. It had been a long time since he lost Neleh and Lilly was sure Neleh would approve of the pretty little fairy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
December slept like a baby. Well, that had always been an expression she'd never quite understood. Since when do babies sleep through the night? she thought. But she had slept remarkably well. Better than she had for a long time.
As she opened her eyes and saw the beautiful room that surrounded her, she couldn't help but grin. She snuggled down into the cosy duvet, just for a few minutes, before she threw it back and jumped out of bed with a new found energy.
After she'd taken a long luxurious shower, she got dressed and ran downstairs as quickly as she could, following the voices of Monty and her mom as well as the bubbling sounds of the kettle boiling.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" exclaimed Moira happily as she turned away from Monty for a moment to give her daughter a hug.
"Morning... Mum. Morning, Monty!"
Moira's face beamed at the sight of her daughter in her kitchen. They had been forced to be apart for too many years and she could barely believe that they were finally together.
Moira giggled as she pulled her daughter away from her and looked at her face, "It's so English of you to call me Mum. In America the kids call their mothers Mom!" she laughed.
"If you prefer it, I'll try and remember to call you Mom then... Mom," she laughed at how strange it sounded coming from her lips. How strange saying Mum, Mom or Mother, really.
"It's wonderful to see you too together again," Monty said with a smile as he took over making the tea, "and it's like you've never been apart. I'm so pleased you've accepted everything that has happened, December," he added as he dropped a spoonful of sugar into the pink mug and stirred it, carefully tapping the spoon on the edge of the cup with a little ding sound.
Unsure whether or not she had accepted everything, she still didn't really know whether it had all sunk in yet, but she didn't say that. Instead, she just smiled happily and accepted the cup of sweet English tea he held out to her.
"What would you like for breakfast sweetheart? We have cereal, pancakes, bacon and eggs..."
"Just a slice of toast would be good, for now thanks... Mom," answered December as Moira opened the bread bin and took out a fresh brown loaf and carefully cut a slice before popping it into the toaster.
"And there I was thinking you'd like some of my special pancakes with maple syrup!" she laughed, opening the cupboard to reveal several tins of the sweet sticky stuff.
"Maybe tomorrow," she smiled, wondering what the fascination with maple syrup was all about.
As if reading her mind, Moira handed a tin to December to look at. "Ah, I get it. It's a Canadian thing!" she giggled after reading the back, as her mother returned it to the cupboard before removing the slice of toast from the toaster and spreading it with butter.
"Would you like jelly on it?"
"Jelly? Who on earth eats jelly on toast?" she shrieked.
Moira looked blank for a second before she realised her mistake. Laughing, she said, "Oh duh... I will get used to this whole English thing, I guess. Sorry, honey. I meant jam. I completely forgot!"
As the three of them giggled together, December nodded.
After she'd drank her tea and eaten her 'jelly' on toast, December finally took notice of her surroundings.
In daylight, December could see the true beauty of the house that was now her new home. And she was astounded. The kitchen had the same kind of shabby chic decor that her bedroom had and it suited her mother down to the ground.
"Come, let me show you both around," Moira said as she noticed them both clearly approving their new surroundings after Moira had placed the cups and plates into the dishwasher.
She led them into a grand living room, the focus of which was an enormous crystal chandelier that twinkled where the sunlight shone at it through the two huge bay windows that were
CHAPTER TWELVE
December slept like a baby. Well, that had always been an expression she'd never quite understood. Since when do babies sleep through the night? she thought. But she had slept remarkably well. Better than she had for a long time.
As she opened her eyes and saw the beautiful room that surrounded her, she couldn't help but grin. She snuggled down into the cosy duvet, just for a few minutes, before she threw it back and jumped out of bed with a new found energy.
After she'd taken a long luxurious shower, she got dressed and ran downstairs as quickly as she could, following the voices of Monty and her mom as well as the bubbling sounds of the kettle boiling.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" exclaimed Moira happily as she turned away from Monty for a moment to give her daughter a hug.
"Morning... Mum. Morning, Monty!"
Moira's face beamed at the sight of her daughter in her kitchen. They had been forced to be apart for too many years and she could barely believe that they were finally together.
Moira giggled as she pulled her daughter away from her and looked at her face, "It's so English of you to call me Mum. In America the kids call their mothers Mom!" she laughed.
"If you prefer it, I'll try and remember to call you Mom then... Mom," she laughed at how strange it sounded coming from her lips. How strange saying Mum, Mom or Mother, really.
"It's wonderful to see you too together again," Monty said with a smile as he took over making the tea, "and it's like you've never been apart. I'm so pleased you've accepted everything that has happened, December," he added as he dropped a spoonful of sugar into the pink mug and stirred it, carefully tapping the spoon on the edge of the cup with a little ding sound.
Unsure whether or not she had accepted everything, she still didn't really know whether it had all sunk in yet, but she didn't say that. Instead, she just smiled happily and accepted the cup of sweet English tea he held out to her.
"What would you like for breakfast sweetheart? We have cereal, pancakes, bacon and eggs..."
"Just a slice of toast would be good, for now thanks... Mom," answered December as Moira opened the bread bin and took out a fresh brown loaf and carefully cut a slice before popping it into the toaster.
"And there I was thinking you'd like some of my special pancakes with maple syrup!" she laughed, opening the cupboard to reveal several tins of the sweet sticky stuff.
"Maybe tomorrow," she smiled, wondering what the fascination with maple syrup was all about.
As if reading her mind, Moira handed a tin to December to look at. "Ah, I get it. It's a Canadian thing!" she giggled after reading the back, as her mother returned it to the cupboard before removing the slice of toast from the toaster and spreading it with butter.
"Would you like jelly on it?"
"Jelly? Who on earth eats jelly on toast?" she shrieked.
Moira looked blank for a second before she realised her mistake. Laughing, she said, "Oh duh... I will get used to this whole English thing, I guess. Sorry, honey. I meant jam. I completely forgot!"
As the three of them giggled together, December nodded.
After she'd drank her tea and eaten her 'jelly' on toast, December finally took notice of her surroundings.
In daylight, December could see the true beauty of the house that was now her new home. And she was astounded. The kitchen had the same kind of shabby chic decor that her bedroom had and it suited her mother down to the ground.
"Come, let me show you both around," Moira said as she noticed them both clearly approving their new surroundings after Moira had placed the cups and plates into the dishwasher.
She led them into a grand living room, the focus of which was an enormous crystal chandelier that twinkled where the sunlight shone at it through the two huge bay windows that were
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