Rebekah, Bobby and Ian
Rebekah yawned as she looked at her watch. 9am. She threw on black tight dance pants, and a white and green one shouldered top, slipped on her thongs and grabbed her guitar as she left the tent. She streteched languidly in the sun, everything already starting to get very warm.
"Morning Rebekah," Storm said absently, sipping at her coffee.
"Bonjour Storm."
Rebekah smiled faintly to herself as she walked to the picnic area and tuned her guitar, then started to play and sing softly.
"Morning Loz," came an all too familiar voice.
Rebekah stopped playing and turned around to see Ian, standing there with Filipo and Terence.
"Oh my gosh!" she cried. Rebekah jumped off the table and set her guitar down before moving over to the trio and hugging her two sons, and then Ian.
"Thought you might like to see these two for Christmas," Ian said, in way of explanation.
Rebekah smiled broadly and kissed him softly. "Merci."
"Pas un problème, Loz," Ian replied. (Not a problem)
"Maman!" Filipo and Terence exclaimed in unison. (Mummy)
"Garçons de bébé," Rebekah replied and bent again to lift her sons into her arms. (Baby boys) "Je me suis ennuyé de vous tout." (I have missed you all)
"We're going to stay in New York," Ian said slowly, waiting for a reaction.
"For how long?"
"That depends on you, doesn't it?" Ian replied, smiling slightly.
"So... to stay?" Rebekah asked, looking hopeful.
"To stay," Ian confirmed, kissing her cheek. "So, what's Australia like?"
"Hot," she replied. "So you ported in zen?"
"Oui."
"I suppose you would like to meet everyone?"
"Might be nice," Ian said.
"Maybe." Rebekah smiled and put Filipo and Terence down to the ground. She lifted her guitar while Ian grabbed their bags and then they walked together to the campsite, where a few people were awake.
"Hello... new arrivals, Bek," Bobby greeted, then lowered his voice. "Storm's not cooking this morning, so it should be safe to eat."
"Bonjour Bobby, zis is Ian Wallace, and zese are my baby boys, Filipo and Terence."
"Cool, nice to meet you," Bobby said, shaking Ian's hand. "I'm Bobby Drake, and whatever Bekah's said about me, is probably true."
"Probably?" Ian asked, sitting down at the table and settling Filipo in his lap.
"Well, I'm assuming she's told you how wonderful I am."
"Oh God," Rebekah said, rolling her eyes and putting her guitar against the table as Terence raised his arms at her. She complied and picked him up.
Demetria
Demetria walked up, yawning slightly.
"Morning everyone."
She drifted past Rebekah and Ian with the boys, then did a double take.
"Babies? When did we suddenly gain babies? I thought we left all the children behind in New York."
Rebekah and Ian
Rebekah smiled.
"These are my two babies, Filipo and Terence, that I left behind in Paris. And this is Ian, their father."
"Hello," Ian said warmly.