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Authors: Jaci Wheeler
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moving on, moving forward, was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, it also was the best. I know this time must be so scary for you, Roz. I honestly can’t imagine how you must be feeling at this huge bomb that was dropped on you, but sometimes the best things to happen to us are the hardest. You are going to do amazing things for so many people! Wesley has been so lucky to have you in his life. He may not be able to show it, but he loves you very much, you know.”
I only nod because I have tears rolling down my face and my throat will betray me if I try to talk.
“You have always looked out for each other. People used to joke that one day you two would marry, but I know that’s not your relationship at all. You guys are like twins, you are joined together and you’ve bonded with Wes in a way I always wish I could. You both are going into to this situation with a huge advantage that most people don’t have: each other. I’m so proud of you, kid.”
With those parting words Jasper leaned over and softly kissed my forehead, then headed back up towards the group.
I sat near the shore alone for a while, thinking over everything Jasper had said. He was right. There was nothing that Wes and I haven’t gotten through together. Maybe Blondie knew what she was doing all along. It was already done. I was chosen as President and tomorrow I was going to the Ministry headquarters to take on my new role. Like it or not, this was happening. I can either be freaked out or I can embrace it and get on with it. How many people can say that they are able to take their two best friends to work with them? Yes, I think this just might work! Rosaline Thatcher, it’s time to take on the world.
Chapter Six
Since we had to be at the train station at eight, of course that meant that Wesley was at my house at 6AM, already a ball full of energy. Just as I was about to tell him to take his idiosyncrasies and shove them, he pulls out a jar of chocolate milk and a fresh, warm blueberry muffin and places them in my hands with a cunning grin.
“You are so lucky you didn’t come empty-handed this early. Wesley, I swear I was going to kick your butt out,” I say with a scowl.
“Yes, but then if I leave, I would have to take the breakfast I so gallantly brought you back with me,” he says with that huge smile still plastered to his handsome face.
“That is the only reason I am allowing it,” I mumble through a mouthful of muffin. Good heavens this is good enough to make the angels weep.
“Good morning, Wes,” my chipper father calls to him.
I’m surrounded by morning people.
“Good morning Abner.”
“What, no muffin for me?” he asks, affronted.
“Actually, my parents told me to have you both go over for some once we leave, something about keeping the womens' mouths full so they don’t blubber or some such nonsense.” I about choked on my mouthful.
“Wes, what did I tell you about repeating everything people say? I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t mean for that to be a part of the invitation.”
“As funny and accurate it may have been,” my dad adds with a chuckle.
“Yeah, he’s just lucky Mom wasn’t in the room.”
“Who’s lucky I wasn’t in the room?” Mom asks as she enters the room.
“Oh Wes,” I add thinking up something off the top of my head. “He was saying how much he would miss you and how pretty you are for a mom.”
“Aw, Wesley, how sweet are you?” She runs up to him and hugs him tight while crying on his shoulder.
Wes gives me the death glare as he awkwardly pats her back.
“Come on dear, let the poor boy go. It’s time for them to get going and to say our goodbyes.”
Wes heaves a sigh of relief as she lets him go and runs to me, pulling me into her embrace. Unlike Wes, I fully embrace her back and hug her so tight I’m worried she might break. “I love you so much, Mom.”
“I love you too, sweetie, more than you
I only nod because I have tears rolling down my face and my throat will betray me if I try to talk.
“You have always looked out for each other. People used to joke that one day you two would marry, but I know that’s not your relationship at all. You guys are like twins, you are joined together and you’ve bonded with Wes in a way I always wish I could. You both are going into to this situation with a huge advantage that most people don’t have: each other. I’m so proud of you, kid.”
With those parting words Jasper leaned over and softly kissed my forehead, then headed back up towards the group.
I sat near the shore alone for a while, thinking over everything Jasper had said. He was right. There was nothing that Wes and I haven’t gotten through together. Maybe Blondie knew what she was doing all along. It was already done. I was chosen as President and tomorrow I was going to the Ministry headquarters to take on my new role. Like it or not, this was happening. I can either be freaked out or I can embrace it and get on with it. How many people can say that they are able to take their two best friends to work with them? Yes, I think this just might work! Rosaline Thatcher, it’s time to take on the world.
Chapter Six
Since we had to be at the train station at eight, of course that meant that Wesley was at my house at 6AM, already a ball full of energy. Just as I was about to tell him to take his idiosyncrasies and shove them, he pulls out a jar of chocolate milk and a fresh, warm blueberry muffin and places them in my hands with a cunning grin.
“You are so lucky you didn’t come empty-handed this early. Wesley, I swear I was going to kick your butt out,” I say with a scowl.
“Yes, but then if I leave, I would have to take the breakfast I so gallantly brought you back with me,” he says with that huge smile still plastered to his handsome face.
“That is the only reason I am allowing it,” I mumble through a mouthful of muffin. Good heavens this is good enough to make the angels weep.
“Good morning, Wes,” my chipper father calls to him.
I’m surrounded by morning people.
“Good morning Abner.”
“What, no muffin for me?” he asks, affronted.
“Actually, my parents told me to have you both go over for some once we leave, something about keeping the womens' mouths full so they don’t blubber or some such nonsense.” I about choked on my mouthful.
“Wes, what did I tell you about repeating everything people say? I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t mean for that to be a part of the invitation.”
“As funny and accurate it may have been,” my dad adds with a chuckle.
“Yeah, he’s just lucky Mom wasn’t in the room.”
“Who’s lucky I wasn’t in the room?” Mom asks as she enters the room.
“Oh Wes,” I add thinking up something off the top of my head. “He was saying how much he would miss you and how pretty you are for a mom.”
“Aw, Wesley, how sweet are you?” She runs up to him and hugs him tight while crying on his shoulder.
Wes gives me the death glare as he awkwardly pats her back.
“Come on dear, let the poor boy go. It’s time for them to get going and to say our goodbyes.”
Wes heaves a sigh of relief as she lets him go and runs to me, pulling me into her embrace. Unlike Wes, I fully embrace her back and hug her so tight I’m worried she might break. “I love you so much, Mom.”
“I love you too, sweetie, more than you
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