not
jealous. I’m not anywhere near ready to have a family, but I do miss Quinn and I want to really know the twins. I enjoy my role as an auntie, but I am missing too much. Email, text messages and the odd Skype call just aren’t cutting it for me anymore.
Moving isn’t an option. Beaumont doesn’t have anything to offer me unless I
want to quit dancing. I could open a dance studio and teach ballet, but that isn’t my dream. I can feel my dream within my grasp so giving up now would likely just depress me. Maybe I could convince Harrison to spend a few months in New York. The kids
could get a tutor, Katelyn and I could shop and Harrison could work with Oliver’s production company. It’d be a win-win for me, but probably not for them.
It’s incredibly selfish of me to think they’d uproot their lives and come to New
York because I’m homesick. It’s easier for me to do it, to move to Beaumont and be a part of a larger family. I could get to know Noah and Josie better, babysit Eden and maybe teach her ballet once she turns three. What Harrison has here is real. They’re all a close-knit family, and I’m just observing them from afar.
This is exactly why I needed a break. My head is swimming, and I know that once
I see everyone, after I give it a few days, my mind will be back to where it needs to be: focused on my goal. I’ll be levelheaded and fully functional when I return to New York after New Year’s. Oliver won’t know what hit him when I take the stage. I’ll be in shape, just the way he expects me to be. I’ll be en pointe and deliver every step of the routine without faltering.
I pull my rental car into the driveway and park. The lights are on in the house, and there are shadows moving behind the curtains. Harrison is probably wondering who just pulled into his driveway so late. He’s going to be worried, scared even, that something is wrong. I’ve never shown up unannounced before. This is out of the norm.
Harrison and Katelyn’s house is huge. Her former father-in-law gave it to her so
her girls could live in the house in which their father was raised. My brother is the most generous man I know. From the pictures I’ve seen, there are family photos of Katelyn’s former husband everywhere, and he’s talked about all the time. Every decision they make, they do so with Mason’s beliefs in mind. My brother has made it his mission to keep Mason’s spirit alive for the twins. And I think for Katelyn and Liam, too. I’m not sure there are too many men out there that would do that. When I think about it, Oliver would be completely against how Harrison lives. Maybe that’s a sign he’s not for me.
Before I can put one foot on the step, the front door opens and the tall, looming figure of my brother emerges.
“Yvie? What are you doing here?”
I shrug and take the steps until I’m level with him. “I needed a break, I guess.”
Harrison gives me a half smile. “So you thought you’d come to a house with three
loud kids?”
I can’t help the tears that start to glisten my eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questions softly.
“I think I’m homesick. I don’t know. Oliver and I haven’t been getting along and
the show is on hiatus until after the New Year. I packed a bag this morning and caught the first available flight out. All I could think about was waking up on Christmas morning with Quinn. The last couple of years have been really hard when he wasn’t home, and I couldn’t bear another year without him.”
Harrison pulls me into his arms, holding me to his chest as tears fall from my
eyes. I’m such a girl, crying because I missed everyone. I know most of my emotions are coming from my failed relationship, but seeing Harrison has really brought it all out of me.
“Hey Dad, Mom says we’re not heating the outdoors.”
I pull away at the sound of Quinn’s voice. His eyes go wide and brighten when he
sees me. “Auntie Yvie!” he shouts with such joy that
jealous. I’m not anywhere near ready to have a family, but I do miss Quinn and I want to really know the twins. I enjoy my role as an auntie, but I am missing too much. Email, text messages and the odd Skype call just aren’t cutting it for me anymore.
Moving isn’t an option. Beaumont doesn’t have anything to offer me unless I
want to quit dancing. I could open a dance studio and teach ballet, but that isn’t my dream. I can feel my dream within my grasp so giving up now would likely just depress me. Maybe I could convince Harrison to spend a few months in New York. The kids
could get a tutor, Katelyn and I could shop and Harrison could work with Oliver’s production company. It’d be a win-win for me, but probably not for them.
It’s incredibly selfish of me to think they’d uproot their lives and come to New
York because I’m homesick. It’s easier for me to do it, to move to Beaumont and be a part of a larger family. I could get to know Noah and Josie better, babysit Eden and maybe teach her ballet once she turns three. What Harrison has here is real. They’re all a close-knit family, and I’m just observing them from afar.
This is exactly why I needed a break. My head is swimming, and I know that once
I see everyone, after I give it a few days, my mind will be back to where it needs to be: focused on my goal. I’ll be levelheaded and fully functional when I return to New York after New Year’s. Oliver won’t know what hit him when I take the stage. I’ll be in shape, just the way he expects me to be. I’ll be en pointe and deliver every step of the routine without faltering.
I pull my rental car into the driveway and park. The lights are on in the house, and there are shadows moving behind the curtains. Harrison is probably wondering who just pulled into his driveway so late. He’s going to be worried, scared even, that something is wrong. I’ve never shown up unannounced before. This is out of the norm.
Harrison and Katelyn’s house is huge. Her former father-in-law gave it to her so
her girls could live in the house in which their father was raised. My brother is the most generous man I know. From the pictures I’ve seen, there are family photos of Katelyn’s former husband everywhere, and he’s talked about all the time. Every decision they make, they do so with Mason’s beliefs in mind. My brother has made it his mission to keep Mason’s spirit alive for the twins. And I think for Katelyn and Liam, too. I’m not sure there are too many men out there that would do that. When I think about it, Oliver would be completely against how Harrison lives. Maybe that’s a sign he’s not for me.
Before I can put one foot on the step, the front door opens and the tall, looming figure of my brother emerges.
“Yvie? What are you doing here?”
I shrug and take the steps until I’m level with him. “I needed a break, I guess.”
Harrison gives me a half smile. “So you thought you’d come to a house with three
loud kids?”
I can’t help the tears that start to glisten my eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questions softly.
“I think I’m homesick. I don’t know. Oliver and I haven’t been getting along and
the show is on hiatus until after the New Year. I packed a bag this morning and caught the first available flight out. All I could think about was waking up on Christmas morning with Quinn. The last couple of years have been really hard when he wasn’t home, and I couldn’t bear another year without him.”
Harrison pulls me into his arms, holding me to his chest as tears fall from my
eyes. I’m such a girl, crying because I missed everyone. I know most of my emotions are coming from my failed relationship, but seeing Harrison has really brought it all out of me.
“Hey Dad, Mom says we’re not heating the outdoors.”
I pull away at the sound of Quinn’s voice. His eyes go wide and brighten when he
sees me. “Auntie Yvie!” he shouts with such joy that
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