nice.”
“He could be someone special for you?” she asked. I sensed that she wanted to ask me something else but didn’t know how. “And your family?”
“You are my family,” I told her fiercely. “You, Dad, and my sisters are my family, and I will never say anything different.” I sighed, though. “But I met my biological father. He seems nice. He wasn’t happy about what happened.”
“I wouldn’t think that he would be,” she agreed.
“I want to get to know him, but it’s not because I don’t love you,” I explained.
“I know that you can love more than two parents at a time,” my mother said with a sad laugh. “And I did have you for thirty years. It isn’t like you’re going to forget me.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I can still see you, and I do want you to meet Celyn.”
“That would be nice,” she said. “He must be special.”
What wasn’t being said by either of us was that I might be throwing my career away for this. A career I had worked very hard for. But I didn’t care. I was even going to be so wild as to not give my two weeks’ notice, because if I thought about this, I would lose my nerve.
“Don’t worry,” my mother said, as if she could read my mind. “I will take care of everything after you leave. It will be… better that way.”
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too,” she replied, with a catch in her voice. “It’s not as bad as when you left to go there,” she said, meaning the US. “And you will visit?”
“When there is snow,” I said.
“And I will see you then,” she offered. “And do bring that young man.”
I laughed and hung up. I didn’t know how I was going to get back, but I would return to the world of Man. I thought of Celyn, how he sounded, how he felt when we were together. The passion had been amazing.
And just as amazing now was the rough purr I heard abruptly, the sudden hot breath I felt on the back of my neck before Math seized it and somehow maneuvered me onto her back. I grabbed the scruff of her neck and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Take me home, girl.”
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F ELICITAS I VEY is the pen name of a very frazzled helpdesk drone at a Boston-area university. She's an eternal student even with a BA in anthropology and history, since free classes are part of the benefits. She's taken courses on gothic architecture, premodern Japanese literature, and witchcraft, just because they sounded like fun. She has traveled to Japan and Europe and hopes to return to both in the future.
She knits and cross-stitches avidly, much to the disgust of her cat, Smaugu, who wants her undivided attention. He's also peeved that she spends so much time writing instead of petting him. She writes urban fantasy and horror of a Lovecraftian nature, monsters beyond space and time that think that humans are the tastiest things in the multiverse.
Felicitas lives in Boston with her beloved husband, known to all as The Husband, and the aforementioned cat, whom the husband swears is a demon, even though it's his fault that they have the cat. The husband also is worried about Felicitas’s anime habit, her love for J-Pop music, and her extensive collection of Yaoi manga and Gundam Wing doujinshi, which has turned her library into a Very Scary Place for him.
Visit her blogs at http://Iveys_Tales.livejournal.com
and http://felicitasivey.dreamwidth.org
and her web site at http://felicitasivey.com
You can e-mail her at [email protected]
Also from F ELICITAS I VEY
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Copyright
Published by
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5032 Capital Circle SW Suite 2, PMB# 279 Tallahassee, FL 32305-7886
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used
“He could be someone special for you?” she asked. I sensed that she wanted to ask me something else but didn’t know how. “And your family?”
“You are my family,” I told her fiercely. “You, Dad, and my sisters are my family, and I will never say anything different.” I sighed, though. “But I met my biological father. He seems nice. He wasn’t happy about what happened.”
“I wouldn’t think that he would be,” she agreed.
“I want to get to know him, but it’s not because I don’t love you,” I explained.
“I know that you can love more than two parents at a time,” my mother said with a sad laugh. “And I did have you for thirty years. It isn’t like you’re going to forget me.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I can still see you, and I do want you to meet Celyn.”
“That would be nice,” she said. “He must be special.”
What wasn’t being said by either of us was that I might be throwing my career away for this. A career I had worked very hard for. But I didn’t care. I was even going to be so wild as to not give my two weeks’ notice, because if I thought about this, I would lose my nerve.
“Don’t worry,” my mother said, as if she could read my mind. “I will take care of everything after you leave. It will be… better that way.”
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too,” she replied, with a catch in her voice. “It’s not as bad as when you left to go there,” she said, meaning the US. “And you will visit?”
“When there is snow,” I said.
“And I will see you then,” she offered. “And do bring that young man.”
I laughed and hung up. I didn’t know how I was going to get back, but I would return to the world of Man. I thought of Celyn, how he sounded, how he felt when we were together. The passion had been amazing.
And just as amazing now was the rough purr I heard abruptly, the sudden hot breath I felt on the back of my neck before Math seized it and somehow maneuvered me onto her back. I grabbed the scruff of her neck and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Take me home, girl.”
Don’t miss
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
Enjoy more A DVENT C ALENDARS
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
About the Author
F ELICITAS I VEY is the pen name of a very frazzled helpdesk drone at a Boston-area university. She's an eternal student even with a BA in anthropology and history, since free classes are part of the benefits. She's taken courses on gothic architecture, premodern Japanese literature, and witchcraft, just because they sounded like fun. She has traveled to Japan and Europe and hopes to return to both in the future.
She knits and cross-stitches avidly, much to the disgust of her cat, Smaugu, who wants her undivided attention. He's also peeved that she spends so much time writing instead of petting him. She writes urban fantasy and horror of a Lovecraftian nature, monsters beyond space and time that think that humans are the tastiest things in the multiverse.
Felicitas lives in Boston with her beloved husband, known to all as The Husband, and the aforementioned cat, whom the husband swears is a demon, even though it's his fault that they have the cat. The husband also is worried about Felicitas’s anime habit, her love for J-Pop music, and her extensive collection of Yaoi manga and Gundam Wing doujinshi, which has turned her library into a Very Scary Place for him.
Visit her blogs at http://Iveys_Tales.livejournal.com
and http://felicitasivey.dreamwidth.org
and her web site at http://felicitasivey.com
You can e-mail her at [email protected]
Also from F ELICITAS I VEY
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
Copyright
Published by
Dreamspinner Press
5032 Capital Circle SW Suite 2, PMB# 279 Tallahassee, FL 32305-7886
USA
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used
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