Alexis was feeling reflective. Time seemed to be flying by. Her children were almost all grown-up. They would be graduating from high school at the end of this simyear and starting college the next.
She had been looking forward to this time since she found out she was pregnant with them. She had never particularly wanted children, but she was glad that chance had given them to her anyway. She had to admit, it had been fun watching them grow and she loved having them in her life. She just had a feeling she'd love her relationship with them even more once they were grown and on their own.
"Kind of. I wish she didn't have to move all the way back to Eden. She could have stayed here and raised the baby together."
"How? You don't have a job. Neither does she and mom certainly wouldn't let you both stay here. She doesn't want another baby in the house."
"Yeah, I know . . ."
"And you wouldn't want to miss out on college."
"Definitely not. I know it's for the best, but it's still really hard . . . I called dad and he said he'd pay for us to fly out to visit him during summer vacation and Charlotte said her parents would let me come and visit the baby."
"Hang on," Geneva said as she got up and went to her closet.
"Give this to Charlotte for the baby from me. I saw all these cute toys in the shops and I couldn't resist buying something for my nephew."
The twins weren't just entering a new stage in their lives, Alexis was as well. She was about to become an empty-nester. As much as she tried to deny it, she was changing too. She was trying new hobbies and becoming interested in studying nature of all things. She'd never been even remotely the outdoorsy type, but things change.
"Bye, tell mom I'll be back."
Alexis even had the desire to adopt a pet. Her kids could only laugh. They hadn't even left for college and she was already preparing not to live all alone.
The trip their mom had talked about taking over the summer was cancelled in exchange for the twins paying a visit to their father and Owen getting the chance to meet his infant son, Noah.
The trip had made him realize how difficult it would be to maintain a long-distance relationship with Charlotte, so when he got home, he started looking around for a new love interested. The high school was planning a year-end dance and he didn't want to be stuck going alone.
Trying to kiss Violet Cormier in his basement was not a good idea.
"Sorry, I'm taken. You know Bryan and I have been going steady forever."
"It's been hard for me since Charlotte had to leave the hood to have the baby . . .
I miss having someone to make out with."
"Yeah, sorry, but it isn't going to be me."
Geneva was also working on improving her love life. She'd had a strong attraction to Augustus Thaytowski for a long time. They never really got together, because he was a few years younger and she was more into older guys, plus she was put off by him last year when he caught him flirting with her brother's girlfriend. But Charlotte was out of the picture now and this was her last year of high school. She didn't want to miss out on her chance to get to know him better before she went off to college, so she invited him over to the house for a date.
Nothing too serious, she told herself. She just wanted to have a little light-hearted fun before graduation and then college.
He seemed very impressed by her, but as she'd planned the date was very casual. Augustus spent most of the time playing pool with her brother in the basement.
While Geneva chilled out with the girls in Owen's room.
Even though it wasn't the most romantic date ever, it was fun and Augustus was enough of a gentleman to bring her a flower after the date was over.
Owen was nervous one evening when he got a call from Miss Miguel. He hoped he wasn't in trouble again or there wasn't any problems with his grades.
She just wanted to give him a friendly reminder to make sure he finished his senior project on time and started chatting about the weather. It had been really stormy this year and the weatherman was predicting that come this fall, it would only get worse . . .