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“Christy, we’re having dinner. It’d probably be best if you made your plate and took it upstairs.”
“Okay. If that's what you want.”
Christy made her plate and heated up some formula for the baby before going back upstairs. The kitchen was uncomfortably quiet during the whole exchange, and Amelia felt sorry for Clay being in the middle of it all.
After Christy went upstairs, Clay and Amelia made plates for themselves and the children and sat at the table.
“I'm sorry,” Amelia said softly to Clay.
“Sorry for what?”
“For making a very uncomfortable scene. This is hard enough, and it's none of your concern so I shouldn't have done that right in front of you. She just makes me so mad. I feel like she doesn't even care what she did to me, and now she's here with her baby almost flaunting it in my face. I spent the best years of my life raising those kids, and for her to come back and flaunt her new family in my face while I’m sitting here just getting my life started - is hard for me to deal with.”
"Is that what you think she's doing? It seems to me she had to come groveling back to you with further proof that Tate is a giant jerk. I don't think she's here trying to flaunt it in your face, Amelia. I think she's here because she had nowhere else to go and thought this might be her soft place to fall.”
“Are you defending her?”
“Of course not. What she and Tate did was extremely wrong. But she is still your sister, like you said. I just don't think she's here to flaunt anything in front of you unless it's her complete and utter failure in the relationship department.”
“Maybe you're right. I still don't have any hopes for re-creating our sisterly bond, though.”
“Maybe not. But you're doing the right thing by being kind to her during this time,” he said. “And one more thing. Those years that you raised your siblings don’t have to be the ‘best years of your life’.” Clay smiled at her, and Amelia nodded her head.
After dinner, the kids went into the family room to watch TV. Amelia and Clay went outside to sit on the front stoop since it was an unseasonably warm fall evening. As they were getting closer to Thanksgiving, Amelia was starting to wonder what she would do for the holiday. Should she cook a big dinner and hope her brothers came home? And where would Clay and his kids go? She wanted to ask them if they’d like to come for Thanksgiving, but she was unsure of the reaction she would get. She certainly didn't want to step on his toes and do anything to mar the memory of their mother on Thanksgiving.
“So, what are your plans for the holidays?” Clay asked her almost as if reading her mind.
“Funny you should ask. I was just sitting here thinking about that. With Thanksgiving coming up, I'm used to having my brothers here but I'm not sure if either of them can get away for the holidays. I know Ian's probably going to have all kinds of things going on with his friends, and Brian has always had a hard time getting away from his job. I hope they can come home though.”
“Well, if you wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd love for us to have Thanksgiving with you as well. Maybe we can cook a big meal together for once?”
“Really? I was going to ask, but I didn't want to step on your toes. I wasn't sure if maybe you had some traditions you wanted to do with the kids that had to do with their mother.”
“Of course, we always have traditions we like to uphold, but I'd like for my new tradition to be that we have Thanksgiving with you. You've become a huge part of my kids’ life. I'm so thankful for you, Amelia,” he said as he reached over and patted her hand. The touching gesture made her feel uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.
“Clay…”
“It's okay. Don’t panic. I'm not asking for anything from you Amelia. I just want you to know how much I think of
“Christy, we’re having dinner. It’d probably be best if you made your plate and took it upstairs.”
“Okay. If that's what you want.”
Christy made her plate and heated up some formula for the baby before going back upstairs. The kitchen was uncomfortably quiet during the whole exchange, and Amelia felt sorry for Clay being in the middle of it all.
After Christy went upstairs, Clay and Amelia made plates for themselves and the children and sat at the table.
“I'm sorry,” Amelia said softly to Clay.
“Sorry for what?”
“For making a very uncomfortable scene. This is hard enough, and it's none of your concern so I shouldn't have done that right in front of you. She just makes me so mad. I feel like she doesn't even care what she did to me, and now she's here with her baby almost flaunting it in my face. I spent the best years of my life raising those kids, and for her to come back and flaunt her new family in my face while I’m sitting here just getting my life started - is hard for me to deal with.”
"Is that what you think she's doing? It seems to me she had to come groveling back to you with further proof that Tate is a giant jerk. I don't think she's here trying to flaunt it in your face, Amelia. I think she's here because she had nowhere else to go and thought this might be her soft place to fall.”
“Are you defending her?”
“Of course not. What she and Tate did was extremely wrong. But she is still your sister, like you said. I just don't think she's here to flaunt anything in front of you unless it's her complete and utter failure in the relationship department.”
“Maybe you're right. I still don't have any hopes for re-creating our sisterly bond, though.”
“Maybe not. But you're doing the right thing by being kind to her during this time,” he said. “And one more thing. Those years that you raised your siblings don’t have to be the ‘best years of your life’.” Clay smiled at her, and Amelia nodded her head.
After dinner, the kids went into the family room to watch TV. Amelia and Clay went outside to sit on the front stoop since it was an unseasonably warm fall evening. As they were getting closer to Thanksgiving, Amelia was starting to wonder what she would do for the holiday. Should she cook a big dinner and hope her brothers came home? And where would Clay and his kids go? She wanted to ask them if they’d like to come for Thanksgiving, but she was unsure of the reaction she would get. She certainly didn't want to step on his toes and do anything to mar the memory of their mother on Thanksgiving.
“So, what are your plans for the holidays?” Clay asked her almost as if reading her mind.
“Funny you should ask. I was just sitting here thinking about that. With Thanksgiving coming up, I'm used to having my brothers here but I'm not sure if either of them can get away for the holidays. I know Ian's probably going to have all kinds of things going on with his friends, and Brian has always had a hard time getting away from his job. I hope they can come home though.”
“Well, if you wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd love for us to have Thanksgiving with you as well. Maybe we can cook a big meal together for once?”
“Really? I was going to ask, but I didn't want to step on your toes. I wasn't sure if maybe you had some traditions you wanted to do with the kids that had to do with their mother.”
“Of course, we always have traditions we like to uphold, but I'd like for my new tradition to be that we have Thanksgiving with you. You've become a huge part of my kids’ life. I'm so thankful for you, Amelia,” he said as he reached over and patted her hand. The touching gesture made her feel uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.
“Clay…”
“It's okay. Don’t panic. I'm not asking for anything from you Amelia. I just want you to know how much I think of
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