seeing things differently{Axel}

At the last minute, before going downstairs, I decided to change into something a little more presentable. I found one of my favorite dresses, a pretty orange one with tiny foxes stitched into the hem. It reminded me of the rest of my family. I slipped the dress on over my head, the soft fabric soothing against my skin and hurried downstairs. To my surprise and delight, Reagan and my dad were getting along quite well. I entered the living room and waited for dinner to be ready. I sat down across from the two of them and tucked my feet under me on the couch the way I always sat for some reason. "I see the two of you are getting along well" I said, smiling at the two of them. This was exactly what I'd wanted to happen. It had also been a little unexpected that they'd gotten along so easily. Normally, the people I brought home weren't exactly welcome in our house. I could smell something good coming from the kitchen and I wandered over to see what my mom was making. "What's for dinner mom?" I asked. She looked up at me and smiled. "I thought I'd make up something special tonight, your favourite, pulled pork. I see your father and your friend are getting along well" She said. I smiled. "yes, thank goodness, I was kind of worried that dad would disapprove. You know how he is with guys" I said. She smiled. "He is your father little fox, he just wants whats best for you" she said. I knew she was right.

When dinner was ready, mom called the men into the dining area and she served up the pulled pork. It smelled good as she placed a steaming plate of it in front of me. I looked at Reagan who sat across from me. I wondered if this was the first home-cooked meal he'd had in a while but didn't ask because it would be rude. My mother attempted to make small talk. "So, Reagan, how did the two of you meet?" she asked. We met with me sitting in the snow, catching hypothermia I thought, smiling. I looked at him, waiting for a response.