Chapter 114 - Reflections

As I cuddled my youngest child, Cordell's and my only son, I couldn't help but think about our other children. They were inexplicably growing up and everything wasn't as I dreamed it might be, not that it was a bad thing. Nothing in my life has ever been as it seemed. I love Cordell very much. He is my husband, best friend and lover and I have no doubt he loves me. What more could I want?  So why was I pursuing a musical career and leaning not only the guitar but also diligently practicing the piano? Was is because of that big red piano in our 'music room'?  I hope not - that was a life long before now and that wouldn't be fair to Cordell even though I know he would understand my motives; my need to honor a former husband and lover that gave his life trying to protect his family. But now Cordell wants me to read the journals which I have put off for so long. In all fairness, he knows more about me than any other person ever did, but, well, life happens. Isn't that what they say now? But again, as I hold this sweet blonde headed little boy that reminds me so much of my husband, I can't help but think back to all of our children.

Jewel, my daughter by my deceased lover whom Cordell readily claimed as his own, like all of our children, was beautiful but headstrong. We just discovered that her boyfriend (I am not sure if they are yet lovers, but no doubt soon will be) is a witch. I was once married to witch and had no idea until his death so it is entirely plausible she isn't aware, even though her father was also a witch which makes her half witch/half human. Cordell and I are getting ready to destroy her perception of reality. I am very afraid for her. But then, she IS a strong woman, and after Cordell's recap of events the other night, I have no doubt the young witch is very much in love with her. 

Then the twins, Joy and Alia. My first ever twins. Imagine my surprise! The two girls couldn't look more different yet were so close. I think every member of our haphazard family was jealous of the bond they had with each other. They thrived on one another and couldn't possibly imagine a life without the other in it even as they were now seeking others to share it with, as their younger sister so innocently revealed in one of her tirades. Unlike their father, I was very happy to hear that they had begun to find boyfriends. A life without another to share it with is very lonely indeed. I know and I suppose if I asked Cordell, he would agree wholeheartedly. He has never had any children and had to let them go to live their own lives. I have. It is bittersweet to say the least. 

Cordelia or 'Corrie' as our older girls quickly dubbed her, had blossomed into a beautiful, yet very troubled and confused teen. She was a like my husband, a 'genie' and I wasn't sure that he could see past the fact that she was like him. I hoped that he cold help her deal with her "powers". She was very smart but very manipulative and I was worried about her. She reminded me a lot of my late daughter Victoria, although Victoria's troubles started with the death of her father whom she had a very close bond with. Corrie just seemed jealous and wanted attention. But that could lead down the same path that Victoria took.

Our other little genie, Angelica or Angie, as her sisters now called her, was going to start school sooner than I would have liked. Only one more year for her and Cordell would have to help her through finding and dealing with her powers. For some reason, I couldn't help but worry that Cordell wouldn't be around to help Angie as he was with Corrie. But that was just me. He promised me he would never leave me and I will hold him to that! She was still a toddler, so time would tell.




Then there was the child I held and the one that clung to me right now that started me reflecting on my current situation. Our solitary little man. Stone, the sole boy among all these girls. Cordell wanted to give him a strong name since he was going to have to cope with all of the females in his life. Cordell had named all of our children except for Jewel. He wasn't my friend when Jewel was born, but was very shortly after. She was a jewel to me, hence her name. But Stone, he was already toddling around and looked so much like his father, with his huge round eyes but thankfully, at least in my opinion, he didn't possess his fathers powers. 


The supernatural. That was the one thing that Cordell and I disagreed upon. I was happy Stone was human, but it was upsetting to Cordell when I suggested we find a cure for Angie. As I am only just now beginning to accept, everything is not as it seems and having a bit of supernatural powers might just be a good thing. Now I feel really badly thinking otherwise and have spent my entire - extremely long - mortal life denying it. 

I love Cordell more than anything; likely more than any man I had ever shared a life with, even Francisco or Vladimir and I loved both of them dearly. Cordell had proven his love for me and our very large family over and over again, not just by the way he looks at me and 'showing me' but by the way he has taken responsibility for instilling in our children a good sense of morality and confidence. Who am I to resist the supernatural any longer. It was time I embraced it and with this amazing man - no 'genie'- I can delve into my now ancient past. It might be nothing, but then everything is not as it seems.

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