Regina reflected back on her life and her many loves.
She was young yet! She bet she could double that!
But, worried that there wasn't space in her life for him...
Gary raised his brows. "And you are?"
"I'm her Mother, Regina. You look very virile. I'd love to play sometime, too, if you're interested."
Gary's mouth dropped open. This was Camilla's Mother?! No wonder Camilla had said to avoid her!
Feeling out of sorts, he laid down on the other bed and rolled over.
"I promise I don't bite," she whispered across the room.
"I'm not scared," he bantered back.
Gary didn't know why, but it felt so intimate lying in the dark with this woman, whispering.
He heard the bed sheets rustle as she got out of bed and came closer to him.
He couldn't speak for Regina, but he'd loved her all along.
Oh, the kids thought he didn't know about Regina's indiscretions, but he knew. At first he thought he could change her, then he thought he could live with it... and at long last... he just couldn't seem to live without her.
A sad way to live your life, really.
So, maybe Camilla was right, maybe marriage wasn't all it was cracked up to be!
Camilla smiled wickedly as she pushed him back onto the bed.
Finally, feeling the sting from the sun's rays, Gary placed the gift in the perfect spot & flew to the secret room Camilla had told him about.
Camilla bared her teeth at him. "I warned you about staying outside, you imbecile! You'd better hope the butler has a meal prepared for us!"
Lies. All lies.
Let it burn.
"JEEVES!" Camilla screeched, "Put the fire out! The children!"
Jeeves jolted into action and grabbed the extinguisher. What had he been thinking? He loved this family, even if he no longer loved Regina, Camilla was like a daughter to him! He would never want to harm them!
"You've brought so much life, love, and happiness to my life. I hate to imagine what I would have been without you. A shell of a person," he confessed.
Gary would be a fool to not do anything in his power to keep this relationship strong. He lived in a mansion with loads of money, prestige & power. Having Camilla take his last name would just cement his position in the family.
"Hey! That's my little sister!" Quinten announced, tickling Isabella's toes.
Lestat laughed. "That's right. Do you want to hold her? You have to go sit on the couch."
"Alright!" Quinten cheered as he ran to the den.
Lestat was heading to the den when he heard Christa call his name.
Swiveling, he turned to face her. "Christa? What are you doing here?"
Christa pushed her glasses up her nose. "Jeeves let me in. I just came... to see you..."
He kissed her.