Roxie's navy blue eyes shone with merriment. "He's..." she put her hands up and wiggled her fingers, searching for the right word. "I didn't think I'd ever...I mean. How many girls are lucky enough to have their childhood crush come back into their lives?" Of course, there had been a time when, if he had come back, it was likely that their friendship would have fractured. After all, no one really wanted to date someone who spent their nights dancing and snorting coke and doing not much of anything else.
She'd come a long way since then.
"I know you don't get it - or him. But he's everything I didn't even realize I needed to complete me." And that was the beautiful thing about the relationship. They were there for each other, they completed each other, but they had their own lives and their own space. Neither was dependent on the other, and the trust was implicit. There are things that Roxie had done while she was with Vincent that she couldn't ever imagine doing while with Joe. Oh, she'd loved Vincent, of course she had. But the party girl hadn't completely matured yet, back then.
She was a different woman now.
One who had her lips pressed together at that moment to hold in what would have been an embarrassingly girlish giggle. Roxie turned back to the kitchen. There were a plate of cold cuts in the fridge, a sack of bagels on the counter, and a jar of honey dijon mayonnaise in the pantry.
She was hungry.
"Mom and Daddy share...an interesting relationship." Roxie was, after all, the product of a spell that Amora had cast over the Avengers one night. Though Carol and Ares had been teammates, and they'd shared a mild attraction, they had never really been an item. At least, unlike with Marcus, the Avengers had been there for Carol every step of the way. "But I think her punching him kind of turns him on."
She passed one bagel sandwich to Alexander on a plate, with a side of apple chips. "Look. Brooke and I. We had a complicated friendship. But we'll be fine now. We're adults. I respect who she is, I'm sure she'll respect who I am. The issues that caused our friendship to fracture are long over." She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "As long as she treats Daddy with respect, but without dampening her own fire, she should be fine."
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She'd come a long way since then.
"I know you don't get it - or him. But he's everything I didn't even realize I needed to complete me." And that was the beautiful thing about the relationship. They were there for each other, they completed each other, but they had their own lives and their own space. Neither was dependent on the other, and the trust was implicit. There are things that Roxie had done while she was with Vincent that she couldn't ever imagine doing while with Joe. Oh, she'd loved Vincent, of course she had. But the party girl hadn't completely matured yet, back then.
She was a different woman now.
One who had her lips pressed together at that moment to hold in what would have been an embarrassingly girlish giggle. Roxie turned back to the kitchen. There were a plate of cold cuts in the fridge, a sack of bagels on the counter, and a jar of honey dijon mayonnaise in the pantry.
She was hungry.
"Mom and Daddy share...an interesting relationship." Roxie was, after all, the product of a spell that Amora had cast over the Avengers one night. Though Carol and Ares had been teammates, and they'd shared a mild attraction, they had never really been an item. At least, unlike with Marcus, the Avengers had been there for Carol every step of the way. "But I think her punching him kind of turns him on."
She passed one bagel sandwich to Alexander on a plate, with a side of apple chips. "Look. Brooke and I. We had a complicated friendship. But we'll be fine now. We're adults. I respect who she is, I'm sure she'll respect who I am. The issues that caused our friendship to fracture are long over." She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "As long as she treats Daddy with respect, but without dampening her own fire, she should be fine."