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A FEW DAYS LATER...
NOVEMBER 26, 2015
HOBOKEN, NJ
WHITTAKER RESIDENCE
14:22
THANKSGIVING DAY
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"Please, stop." Aavya told Mei, who was trying to lick off a spoon Aavya was actively using. It was the day of Thanksgiving, and Aavya was invited to Briana's place to have Thanksgiving dinner. Aavya wanted to take the kids, but Kevin and his mom wanted to have Thanksgiving. So, she decided to compromise, and Aavya was going to go over and spend a little bit of time with Kevin's mom, before heading over to Briana's with the kids.

It had also been three days since Aavya and Michael had seen or heard from each other. When she woke up the morning after their drinking and hanging out, she saw he had left but had left a note behind. The note detailed his departure, but told her thank you for the night they shared. Aavya tried to not let it bother her, but she couldn't help it. The overall situation was frustrating.

But, she occupied herself with baking. Aavya was baking desserts for both Kevin and his mom, and Briana. She loved to bake, so she offered to provide. Aavya was making a chocolate cake for Kevin's mom, considering it was her favorite, and because the kids and her were not staying at their place long. Kevin was working that night, so Mrs. Moore had asked if the kids could spend the night after. She absolutely loved spending time with her grandchildren, and they loved being with her.

Aavya agreed, considering she'd have the kids the weeks after. The only reason they were with her earlier that day is because they were on Thanksgiving break, therefore they didn't need to be back in New York for school.

"Mama, I want to lick the spoon." Mei whined, and Aavya shook her head.

"No, I am using it. I'll let you lick afterwards." Aavya said, mixing batter in her bowl. Mei pouted, and walked away from her mom, who she thought was being mean to her. Aavya shook her head, continuing baking, when Markus came into the kitchen. He wore an argyle sweater, with khakis, and he posed for his mom.

"How's this for dinner?" Markus asked, and Aavya smiled.

"You look adorable." She complimented, turning to her stove to preheat. Markus walked over and watched what she was doing. "You want to help mommy?"

"No." He declined, holding his hand up. "I can't get mess on my new outfit."

Aavya giggled, loving his spunky attitude. "Well, can you make sure the living room is clean? I don't want to come back home tonight and have to clean."

"Okay," he nodded, and before he walked away, he turned around. "Are we eating dinner with daddy?"

"No baby, I told you daddy works tonight like usual. We are going over grandma's house, then Auntie Briana's." Aavya said, pouring her cake into a sheet pan. "You guys are having dinner this weekend with daddy."

Pouting, Markus asked, "So, we don't get to have you guys together again?"

That question made Aavya stop what she was doing, and she looked to Markus. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was hoping to see you and daddy together, again. I miss when things were normal." He explained, now frowning. Aavya sighed, and walked over to Markus, bending to his level.

She wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed him tight. This was their second Thanksgiving since the divorce and she had a feeling it was going to be problem for the coming years. When it came to the kids, their reactions to the divorce were so drastically different.

Mei was the calmest. She's the youngest, so she didn't fully understand what happened. She just knows that mommy and daddy split, and that they don't live together. Markus' sudden reaction to the divorce shocked everyone, because when it happened, he didn't care much. Now, he was showing the most emotion for it and it saddened him. Mikayel was the one who knew the most, and understood it the most. Though, he was a teenager, living his own life, he was still affected by the divorce.

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