"So what can you tell me about your mother?" Kelsy asked as Sebastian carried their loot from the shops. She'd bought him a little lap top. It was his favorite. Even pink. He knew it shouldn't be his favorite color, but it was. No one would ever know of it, but him. He supposed.
"I can't." Sebastian shook his head. "No one has ever spoke of her."
"And you didn't ask?" Kelsy looked concerned.
"It just never came up." Sebastian sighed wishing they wouldn't talk about her. It did him no good. As it was he had kept to himself far too long. He really needed to wear shades, and he did to remain a mystery. Nice little round ones as if he were blind or John Lennon's grandchild as they walked past the shops in the village.
"Pity, don't you think?" Kelsy couldn't stop playing with his messy hair.
"No, not really. I suppose father will tell me everything when he's good and ready." Sebastain shrugged.
"I supposed. He is quite unbelievable at times, but he's so fortunate to have you. I'm glad you're here. Really." Kelsy told him.
Sebastian smiled at that. If things went wrong with Jamie, he was sure he could move in with Kelsy and Colin. Anytime.
Newt and Amy
an unlikely story
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