SEASONS OF LOVE
Chapter Six

 

What happened to the girl who wanted to ride horses in the surf like a man and head out for the horizon? She wouldn’t have recognized me now.

Some days I didn’t recognize myself. Appearances were not important to Andrew, and I was often to be found with apron on and hair in braids, covered in paint and on the floor with the children, or romping round the garden or stream looking for frogs. Away from the starched dresses, corsets, and hairdressing. It was almost like an act of defiance against Cal and Mother. I knew this was what Jack would have liked to have seen me doing. Having fun.

And having fun is what I was doing. The younger children were so vibrant, so energetic. We walked and had picnics. This was a fine environment for my John Robert. Adoring sisters and brothers. But as I watched the blond head amongst the dark ones, I was reminded all the time of the man I had lost.

I did not feel the hard, bitter sting of grief as much now. Jack was gone and I had John Robert. Andrew left me much to myself and I was so thankful of the way things turned out. I didn’t want to run away anymore. I started to feel like I was in a family. I hoped Jack saw all of this and understood what I was doing and why. Ultimately, it was for the benefit of his son. He was never Andrew’s. I always thought of him as mine.

By my twenty-first birthday I was pregnant again and we were blessed with a daughter. This time I chose her name, Eleanor. She was more red than blonde and marked my two children clearly from the rest. The children had grown and were beginning to blossom into young people. The only thorn in my side was Andrew Junior. He seemed to go out of his way to annoy me and always had his father on his side. Andrew seemed oblivious to anything Andrew Junior did. He was eighteen now and studying business, his head full of all kinds of nonsense.

It was after my birthday, whilst changing Ellie, that he came right out with whatever he had mulled over for years and asked me why I had married his father. It couldn’t have been for love, he said.

"Ask your father," I replied, without giving him eye contact.

"You are only a few years older than me! What on earth did you see in him?"

I carried on, trying to ignore him.

"I can see what he saw in you," he carried on.

Flushed with anger and nervousness at his bold comment I spun round.

"Andrew, I am your stepmother and you will speak to me with respect. I will ignore that last comment and I will not inform your father of this conversation, this time. Your father and I are in love and we have two children to prove it. What on earth is your problem?"

He just smiled and replied, "I can do my math, Rose," and walked away.

I was glad when Andrew Junior went back to college and out of the house. The atmosphere lifted, but Andrew never seemed to notice or remark on it.

And so the next couple of years passed, with their ups and downs, as any other family had.

But ours was not a normal family, and a visit out of the blue changed things again for me.

Chapter Seven
Stories