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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 1:10:54 GMT 10
Christine Grey held her son, Charles, hand, pulling along her case as she led him through the arrival barriar of Seattle airport. She looked around at the various people there to greet the other passangers of her flight and others, swallowing hard as she searched for him. He had promised her that he would come collect them, yet she couldn't see him, her heart began to sink. Had he forgotten or just changed his mind? Surely he would have let her know. Her eyes went to her little boy, smiling softly at him as he looked around the area excitedly,
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:18:15 GMT 10
The little boy was the first of the Grey grandchildren at least, the first to live truth be known he would have been the second if not for the loose of another child long ago, that child belonging to one Emma White.
Even though Emma wasn't a Grey she had came close to being. She had once been engaged to the older of the two Grey boys but things....hadn't worked out. She hadn't been back in what seemed like a life time and truth be known she didn't really know why she was back now, still, that didn't stop her from standing in the park nature being her one safe place since once upon a time it had been withheld from her.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 3:25:32 GMT 10
"Can you spot him, Charlie? Your uncle... He said he would come pick us up..." She said, biting her lip as her concern became clear on her face. If he didn't pick her and her son up she could junmp a cab, if she could remember where her family lived.
Elliot sat watch his and his brothers kids play on the floor of the living room of their parents home, their mother rushing to and fro trying to ensure everything was ready for her youngest daughters return
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:31:17 GMT 10
"Nope, not spot him yet. You sure he come?" the young boy questioned trying to look around the crowd and failing. All he could really see where legs and bags, lots of them. "What he look like gain?"
"Can't we go to the park Dad?" Elliot's daughter questioned "I would love to play on the swings and Aunt Chris isn't going to be here for awhile. Uncle Christian hasn't even called to say he's picked her up yet."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 3:34:46 GMT 10
She knelt down beside him, getting her phone out she showed him the photo, a young man with copper brown hair and, and intense grey eyes. "That's him, your Uncle Chris... He said he was coming to get us... He is," she said, nodding, "he's coming to pick us up."
Elliot looked to his mother, smirking "Do I have permission to distract the rug rats, ma'am?" He teased her, making her shoot him a look of 'disaprovel' though her smile was clear "Go on, I'll call you when we need you back,"
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:42:45 GMT 10
Charlie looked at the photo on the screen unknown to him the likeness that otherwise seemed all to clear. He seemed to study it for a long time, putting the face to memory.
"So dat uncle Chris? Why me not meant him before now?"
"Thanks Gran. Come on, come on, come on." Ava chanted all but jumping up and down. It wasn't often that she got to go places with just her father as the only grandchild within the household most of the time she seemed forever watched. "Would you hurry up?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 3:54:44 GMT 10
"Because he is a very busy man," she said, kissing his cheek, "but we'll see him more, and your other uncle and aunt," she said, nuzzling him gently. "I just know you two get along great"
"We come?" Phoebe asked, looking up at him with large eyes
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:59:19 GMT 10
"me and Uncle Chris or.....another Uncle?" he questioned looking at his mother "And why busy? He no have time to relax or play?" To him this didn't sound very nice. He LOVED to play mostly with toys of plans and boats even having made sure that some were in HIS backpack.
"Of course. Time's a wastin'." Elliot smiled.
"Race you to the car."
"Shoot gun."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 4:05:49 GMT 10
"Another uncle, Elliot, he's the oldest of all of us," she kissed his cheek chuckling, "he likes to keep busy is all baba," she said, standing back up, "and to be late too..."
Phoebe took her uncles hand, watching her brother and cousin race ahead
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 4:10:58 GMT 10
"OH." he voiced "Not good to be late though, you said it shows bad manners."
"Did she now? Well, it's good to see that she finally learnt something from me after all" A voice sounded behind them.
"You aren't going to join them?" Elliot questioned looking down at his niece.
Out of all of them Phoebe seemed to be the most quit, happy to be by herself save for when her nose was stuck in a book. It reminded him very much of someone else he knew a long time ago, someone he missed greatly but never spoke of.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 4:13:12 GMT 10
She jumped, turning around she beamed at her older brother. "Christian!" She squealed slightly, almost doing an impression of her sister Mia, before she wrapped him in a firm but loving hug
"No... I prefer to walk, we'll still get there in time
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 4:18:31 GMT 10
"I can't say I missed that." He wrapped one arm around her as he flinched a little. It had been awhile since anyone but his wife touched him so openly. After all Mia was in France, his parents had always known his limits and Emma....well....it had been a long time since anyone had heard from her.
"So wise, still I am driving so best get to the car"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 4:29:24 GMT 10
She stepped back, biting her lip "Sorry, just... It's so good to see you!" She picked her son up to fill her arms
"I can drive... I read how to
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 4:34:33 GMT 10
He let out a breath for a moment remembering what it was like to have a shadow, someone that never left you alone. At the start he had hated it but over the years.... "And just who is this?" he questioned for the first time spying the child.
"You are to young yet. Come on, if we wait any longer the others won't let us hear the end of it."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 4:37:25 GMT 10
"This is Charles, my perfect little man," she said, snuffling her sons cheek, beaming with pride and pure love that only a mother could hold
She nodded, climbing into the car
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