Sky’s solo career continue to rise. She was recognized more and more often. People stopped her on the street, in restaurants, and at the bookstore to ask for her autograph.
Her popularity got inconvenient and added time to everything she did outside of her own home, but Sky had to admit that the thrill of celebrity never died. She knew that for every fan, there was some other gossip columnist mocking her behind her back, but in the end, both her fans and her detractors were interested in what happened to her. Sky’s broken marriage and sex life had already been the subject of gossip, and she was over being embarrassed. Even negative interest was a form of fandom.
This was her state of mind when she rented out the Mirror Mirror Art Museum for Dylan’s birthday party.
Everyone turned out. Much to Sky’s surprise, even Sawyer’s biological mum, Amy Winter and her daughter Rosie who was almost the same age as Sawyer.
Sky was not at all sure how this would go. Sawyer knew of Amy, but he had never shown any interest in meeting her. Moreover, Amy had offered financial support but had never taken any initiative to communicate with him herself.
And, of course, Leah wouldn’t miss this for the world.
Life was so complicated.
Andria sighed, her eyes alight. “I was wondering when you would be ready to do that,” she said.
But the crowd was already here.
It was time for Dylan to cut the cake.
Uncle Hunter needed a shower again.
It wasn’t a total loss. She seemed interested in talking about the post-impressionist paintings on the second floor.
Then his own mum found him. “Thank you so much for coming,” he said. “I know it isn’t easy to get away from the rest of your family.”
“Don’t ever think I would miss something this important. You *are* my family, Dylan. I don’t love anyone more than you.”
Dylan couldn’t help but blush. Leah was busy, and and Plum were raising four children — three half-siblings of Dylan’s and one half-brother of Abby’s. She never made him think she forgot about him, but it was still good to hear it.
Sawyer made the first move. “Hello,” he said. “It’s time that we met. I understand that you provided the other half of my genetic makeup.”
“Um, I guess you could say it that way,” Amy replied uncomfortably.
“My mom, Sky Sample for clarity, gave me some pictures of you,” he went on to explain. “That’s how I knew who you were when I saw you. I assume she sent you some pictures of me.”
“Yes… she did,” Amy said awkwardly.
“But hey,” she continued. “Did the lights just go out?”
It turned out that Gina Sample-Baerwyn had decided to take center stage.
Amy headed off to listen, and Sawyer followed. He didn’t stay very long, however. Ghost stories weren’t his thing.
Most of the rest of the party was spent telling stories.
Andria waved as she headed home. “We’ll talk soon!”
“Absolutely,” Dylan replied. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Now wasn’t the time to get Dylan to explain what he meant by “last chance” to kiss her, but she intended to have answers soon.
And now the 6th generation has begun.
WTH is with Hunter, anyway?