Disclaimer: Not mine.
It has been a month since my mother mysteriously appeared back into my life. But that doesn't mean that she and I have talked. No, she's been talking to Peter constantly, and they seem as close now as they were before the whole Nathan, breakup thing. But she hasn't talked to me or Colin.
Truthfully, whenever she's in the same room as us, she usually ends up looking uncomfortable and leaves.
Colin doesn't care. "She left us. That's all there is to it. She doesn't have a good reason, Keira. Just leave it alone."
But I cant leave it alone. She has to have a reason for leaving us with that man. I mean, she knew how completely horrible he was…she wouldn't leave us on purpose…would she?
"I don't know what to do Peter." I said softly, as I watched Keira walk down the street with Braden. "Colin wont even look at me. Keira is just…I don't know. Distant?"
Peter looked uncomfortable. "You did leave when they were three Claire. And they thought you were dead. They have a reason to be a little…doubtful of you."
I tried not to glare at him…but I couldn't really help it. "I didn't have a choice Peter."
He glared at me. "Claire, there is no good reason to leave your three year old kids."
I swallowed hard. "I didn't plan on being gone as long as I was…" I muttered.
Peter shook his head. "That really doesn't matter. You still left them."
I scowled, but nodded. "I know."
"Talk to them." Peter told me softly. He turned to walk away and I grabbed his arm.
"And what about us?" I whispered. "Are we okay?"
Peter stared at me. "Claire, we haven't been okay in twenty years."
"I know." I whispered. "So can we work on that?"
Peter's eyes flickered behind me, then met mine. "Work on the relationship with your kids." He told me softly. "Then we'll work on us."
He squeezed my hand, then walked down the hall. I turned and saw Braden was gone, and Keira was now talking to Colin. Here we go…
I was arguing with Colin. Again. "Just give her a chance." I pleaded with him. "We need to give her a chance."
"No we don't." Colin glared at me.
"You could just listen to me." Claire said, walking up behind us. "And then make up your mind on whether to give me a chance or not."
Colin glared at her. Then he looked at me. I was pleading with him. "Fine." He muttered. "But I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for Keira."
"Fair enough." Claire started.