As a mother of two autistic children, I base many of Addy's interactions with Livy on my own interactions with my youngest child, H. I hope you can feel the love and closeness of their relationship. Autistic children feel deeply and love completely when they find someone to care about. I can't imagine Livy being happy with the idea of Addy moving out...I guess we'll have to see what happens. Thank you all for your support with this new story! I hope you are enjoying it. If you do like it, consider gifting it with a gem or two! :) Also feel free to leave comments and ask questions. I do my best to read every single one. :)
[Addison/Vanessa]It feels like an eternity has passed from the moment the words left my lips as I nervously wait for his reaction. At first he doesn’t say anything, but then he does something that surprises me. Kneeling before me again, he pulls out his ring one more time. “Vanessa Addison Vandersteele,” he begins, holding the ring aloft. “I am willing to slay any dragon and fight any beast by your side, as long as you let me stay next to you forever. Please, give me the chance to get to know you every day for the rest of my life. Marry me.”His dark blue eyes are soft with love yet sharp with determination. He means what he says–he’ll help me fight back. “Even if it puts your family in danger?” I ask. “Even if you or…” I can’t say the words, I wouldn’t want to curse poor Livy. I’d die to keep that little girl safe. “Do you trust me to keep you safe?” He asks, his jaw set. “I promise you that with all that I am that I will protect my family and keep them from harm…and that includ
[Hunter]“Then let me get to know you,” I request, holding her close. “I promise, there is nothing that you could say that would make me love you less.”“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” she pulls away, turning her back to me as she looks over towards the skyline. The old Vandersteele Tower, once the tallest skyscraper in the city, gleams like a gem. Debrassy Corp owns it now. When the Vandersteele family was decimated, there was no one left to take over the family business–Debrassy was able to purchase it for almost nothing only to leave it empty, like a trophy. The lights are on, but nobody has been home for a very long time. “Your family was once close to the Vandersteeles, right?” she changes the subject, staring over at the tower as it blinks to us from across the city. “And the Debrassys…” “They were never part of our circle,” I think back to my childhood. “I remember when they came to New York,” I begin, “Debrassy’s grandfather, Damien, said that he was looking for his family
[Hunter]I wasn’t expecting her to say no. Livy looks between us, confused. “Why aren’t you two kissing?” My poor niece. I shouldn’t have brought her here without knowing for certain that Addison would accept. It was foolhardy of me to just assume she would want me as much as I want her. It’s just…I can’t imagine my life without her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.But maybe that’s too much to expect for a gangster like me. “Livy, Auntie Addy and I need to talk alone. Could you wait for us at the table?”“Okay,” she bounds off to the seat that was prepared for her. There is an elegant dinner waiting for our celebration that seems less enticing now that I know her heart. “I’m sorry, Hunter.” Addison looks down and away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wasn’t expecting Livy to be here either,” her face falls as a tear rolls down her cheek. “I just can’t marry you…I…It wouldn’t be fair.” “Fair? In what way? Is it because of the money? Or is it,” I swallow, dreading this
[Addison]What if Hunter learns the truth, that I've been lying about who I am the whole time, will he still want me then?I need to tell him the truth. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. How can we build a future together if he doesn't know the truth about my past?The elevators open with a clean clear ding, opening to a grand dining space in a rooftop garden. A small, intimate table sits with three spots: One for Hunter, one for me, and one for...Livy.Running towards me, her arms outstretched, my beautiful little friend lets me scoop her into my arms, her legs wrapping round my waist. "You look like a princess," I compliment her as I praise how perfect she looks in her bright yellow dress with its full crinoline of equally bright yellow, sparkling rhinestones swirling along the bodice and hem. "You too," her voice is small and scratchy from disuse. Biting back a small moan of surprise, I try my best not to cry at the sweet sound of her words. It's been so long since she's said anything
[Addison]My body freezes and my eyes shoot open as I gaze up at the beautiful, crass, but loving mother who just threatened me with physical violence if I break her son’s heart. Her face is stone cold without an ounce of emotion. “But you’d never do that,” her expression breaks into a smile warming her entire affect, “Besides, my Haz is smitten with you, he’d never forgive anyone who caused you harm and personally, I’d hate to lose my son.” Exhaling in relief, I’m grateful when she wraps my hair in a towel. Patting my back, she leads me over to a hair dryer. “Sorry for messing with you child, you remind me of my old friend, Suzie. She was just as easy to scare. I used to have fun with her. She was so prim and proper, I never understood why she’d be friends with a girl like me. She was a pretty blonde like you. You lack her sass though,” she sighs as she adds some styling creme to my hair. “I miss her.” As my hair dries, she rattles on about her friend, the debutant who wandered in
[Addison]“He’s your son?” I ask, more confused than ever. “I thought his mother was dead.” She smiles with a perfect set of even, white teeth, her gaze surprisingly kind as she answers, “Well, yes, the shrew who birthed him is long gone, but I wouldn’t call her his mom.” “Oh, I see,” I don’t really, but I don’t want to be rude either as she hands me a cup of tea, patting my hand gently. “He wasn’t an easy boy,” Angelique continues, “so I guess I can’t blame her too much, except to say that if she didn’t like children, she shouldn’t have had any.” She frowns as she pours herself a cup of tea as well. “I love Haz, but he was damaged as fuck.” “Excuse me,” I sputter, not expecting such foul language from such an elegant and dignified looking woman. She laughs at my expense, finding my reaction amusing. “Oh sweet summer child, you are a gem,” she shakes her head. “So are you his…” I start to say but she finishes for me by telling me the truth: Yes, she raised him, but no not his who