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Authors: Christina OW

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“She’s well, still disappointed you won’t enrol her granddaughter in an English private school.” Ronald laughed hard, “I laughed for weeks after you fled from England. All mother did was complain of how you don’t appreciate her help and how her granddaughter will grow up to be a tree hugger like her mother.”

“So she’s well?” I took another swig of my beer unconcerned with my mother’s present reason for complaining. She always had something to complain about.

“She sent Kristy this,” he took out a small box from his jacket pocket. It was wrapped in expensive paper and had a silk bow at the top, “It’s a diamond tear drop. Don’t loose it,” he handed the box to me. I slide it into my pants pocket. Mother has always been extravagant.

“She’s five, what will she do with a diamond? She’ll think it’s just a shinny glass,” Morris commented.

“The better, she won’t be able to pawn it. So, how are you doing in the dating scenery? Point her out if she’s here, I don’t want to out shine you.”

I looked at Ronald not at all surprised that women would be the second reason he came to Kristy’s birthday party. “I’m not seeing anyone. It’s too soon and Kristy is still too young.”

“It’s been over five years. A woman like Kristy is irreplaceable. I don’t believe you’ll find someone who’ll come close to a star like her but you have to move on. I saw a pretty young thing outside. I’ll be your wing man if you like?”

“Probably one of her teachers or a parent and I don’t need your help.”

“Tell him the truth Will you are scared of my sister. Ron she’s back, but only Kristy can see her,” Morris whispered.

Ronald looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and then he laughed, “I knew that little girl didn’t turn out so perfect because of your solo efforts!”

“Uncle Ronald!” Kristy’s little voice shrieked as she came running into the house.

Kristy loved him because he gave her different gifts from all over the world and told her stories of the places he had travelled to. Ronald dots on her because she is the only niece he has. She’s the one female who he sincerely says I love you to and means it.

“Ooh, call me Uncle Ron only your grandmother calls me Ronald.” She ran into my brother’s waiting arms, “How’s the lady of my heart doing?”

“I’m doing great! I’m turning five today,” she said proudly.

“So I’ve heard. I brought you a present.”

Kristy bounced up and down in his arms, her eyes wide with anticipation, “What is it?”

“Why don’t you go outside and find out for yourself. It’s the one with a pretty white lily on it,” Ronald looked excited. He placed her down and followed her as she ran outside again. Morris and I followed close behind.

“Why is it outside, how big is it?” I asked Ron. He turned to me with a wide grin on his face.

“Big!” The excitement was heavily coating his voice.

“You know she’s too young to drive and they won’t give her a license because she’s too short,” Morris joked.

“She doesn’t need a license for this.”

Ron’s statement spiked my curiosity, “What did you...” I was cut off by Kristy’s loud shriek. She came running back into the house and flung herself at Ron squeezing his wide neck in a hug.

“Thank you Uncle Ron, thank you!” She turned to me ecstatically happy; “Uncle Ron got me a pony daddy!” She got down and ran disappearing from my view.

I rushed out shocked to see the pony for myself. Morris was already on the yard following Kristy as she ran to her gift. It was charcoal grey, short and too big to be a pony. “Ronald, why on earth did you get her a pony?”

He gave me a beaming smile, “Every little girl wants a pony. And anyway, it’s not a pony it’s a colt.”

“That makes everything so much better,” I said sarcastically. “You need to stop spoiling her,” I wasn’t mad just irritated.

“She’s the only niece I have, don’t be a wet blanket.”

“Where are we going to keep it?”

“I rented a barn for her on the ranch a few miles from here. Don’t worry, I already paid for four years in advance. I’m their favourite customer.”

“Of course you are.” Ronald had no limitations when it came to getting Kristy gifts. I was sure it cost him a million dollars if not more, “Your children will be more spoilt than she is.”

Ronald looked at me shocked and appalled, “Don’t say things like that! The world is populated enough and I have Kristy, I don’t want any more children.”

“Good because one of you is enough in this world,” Sandra spoke behind us. She had Eric on her hip, he looked clean and all the stickiness was gone.

“You have a very beautiful child Sandra, may I?” Ronald extended his hands towards Eric. Sandra looked at him suspiciously, quietly debating whether or not to hand her child to Ron. After a while she gave Eric to him.

“Will, it’s time to cut the cake.” She tagged me forward not before she looked behind at her son.

“You are such a handsome little man,” Ronald spoke to Eric. He gave Sandra a side glance, “Can I tell you a secret... I’m going to be your step-daddy!”

Sandra’s eyes widened with shock. “Ronald!” the venom seeped out as she said his name.

“You see, your mother secretly loves me but she won’t admit it to herself. But once I convince her to divorce your daddy all three of us will tour Europe together for our honeymoon.” Sandra gave him a lethal stare but it didn’t bother him. She was about to yank Eric from his arms but he took a step back laughing.

I couldn’t help but laugh, Ronald had out done himself this time. This I had to tell Morris but first I needed to make sure Sandra doesn’t kill my brother. I wrapped my arms around her and turned a one-eighty and placed her down, “Sandra, remember the cake? It’s Kristy’s birthday not my brother’s funeral.”

She stared past me at my brother then she shifted her gaze to me. She took a deep breath then spoke, “You’re right, I’ll deal with Ronald another time... with no witnesses.” She turned and walked to the already gathering crowd around the table.

Kristy was standing on the table talking. I had been so preoccupied with Ronald and Sandra I hadn’t noticed. I stopped next to Morris who was standing behind her with a hand over his mouth.

“What’s going on?”

Morris pulled away his hands slowly revealing a huge smile, “Someone threw a paper plate in the wrong garbage bin,” he sniggered. “I hope you kept that account for bail money open, you are going to need it a lot sooner than you think.”

I looked up at my daughter not at all shocked. She was turning into her mother, especially since her mother was with her everyday to couch her.

“...so would you please put the paper in the paper bin, plastic in the plastic bin and other dirt in the other dirt bin. There is a label on each bin and I know we can all read and those who can’t Miss Linzy our English teacher is here to help.” She pointed at her teacher- who gave a quick embarrassed wave- before she went on, “It’s my birthday I don’t want to spend the rest of it sorting them out.”

“That’s my girl!” Ronald shouted. He was standing close to Sandra still holding Eric. Kristy flushed a beaming smile at Ron, appreciating his approval.

She turned around and reached down for me.
“Daddy, please help me down?”

I reached up and held her, slowly lowering her to the ground. Everyone looked at her surprised. Ronald, Sandra and Morris were the only ones laughing.

Sandra moved the cake close to Kristy and stood beside her. “How about we cut the cake now?”

After the kids recovered and finished singing happy birthday, I lifted Kristy over the cake, “Make a wish honey.”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, “Happy birthday mommy,” she whispered then blew out the candles. It took me aback but I smiled glad my daughter had remembered to wish her mother a happy birthday. I carried her as Sandra busied herself serving cake to everyone.

Kristy looked happy sited on my arm. I was glad she was happy and even gladder that she had spent time with her mother-as unconventional as it may have been. I was happy that they were both happy.

“Happy birthday Kristy,” I kissed my daughter on her forehead. She looked at me with her dimpled smile on her face then she looked down and stretched her hand across my chest like she was reaching for something. I looked at her moving fingers, wondering if she was caressing her mother.

I felt a tightness in my chest. It hurt knowing she could be standing right next to me and I couldn’t feel or see her.

I shivered when I felt something cool brush across my cheek and then I felt a slight push on my chest.

I smiled blinking back the tears, “And happy birthday Kristy, remember I will always love you.”

Sequel: Love Rekindled

Released November 20
th
2013

Note from Author

Hi!

I hope you enjoyed Kristy’s and William’s story. I know it was a sad story, but the truth is, someone somewhere is going through this and it’s nice to give them a happy ending. An ending they can hopefully look forward to.

Love Rekindled will be out during the Thanksgiving season. You’ll finally find out why Sandra can’t stand Ronald.

Also Morris’s story will be included so there is much to look forward to.

Make sure to checkout Star Bright and my latest release, Fatal Jealousy.

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