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  Someone Like You

  by

  Syd Parker

  Copyright © 2013 by Syd Parker

  All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this book only. No part or entirety of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form without the express written consent of Syd Parker Books.

  Cover by: Syd Parker

  Cover Art: Aspen Hill

  Published by: Syd Parker Books

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  To my love, who keeps me grounded.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  When I started writing this book last year, there were only six states plus Washington, D.C. that allowed same-sex marriages. I’m happy to say at the time of publishing, there are now nine states that allow same-sex marriage, including Maine. Three of these states, Maine, Maryland and Washington, legalized same-sex marriage by means of public vote, a sign that the general opinion of the public in those states is the same as ours, that we deserve the same rights as everyone else. I opted not to change the states in this story, but I wanted to acknowledge that fact and say a heartfelt thank you to the people of those three states for standing up and letting your voice and your vote in our favor be heard.

  To Sarah, for your continued patience and support for my “hobby”; thank you for letting me share my out there ideas and for pointing me in the right direction, whether I agree or not. Here’s to lucky #7.

  Loewen, you always have been and always will be one of my biggest “fans”. From the first jumbled mess of a manuscript I sent to you to the darkness of the last one, you have given me tweaks that made them all better. Thank you for tell me to scrap “the umpteenth time”.

  Terry, you are the orchestrator of all things big. Without you, I wouldn’t have found my footprint or lived my dream.

  To Aspen, thank you for allowing me to take your incredible talent and create a love story that I hope does you proud. I am in awe!

  And finally, to my mother, who never let us settle for doing anything half-baked, for pushing us to live a life that could be respected, for raising all seven of us to be responsible, hard working adults. Most of all, thank you for loving us enough to discipline us; I wouldn’t have made you proud otherwise.

  Chapter 1

  “I can’t do this. I’m sorry, A.” Alexis Tataris scrubbed her palms over her face, her eyes aching from the tears she had cried. It was the end of a long, emotional conversation. Well, not a conversation really, more like Lex telling Aspen all the reasons she couldn’t stay. Not how she wanted to stay and work through things, not asking how they could make it better. No, it was Lex stating all the reasons she had failed and now couldn’t look at herself in the mirror without hating herself.

  “You’re a coward, Lex.” Aspen Lane’s voice wasn’t harsh or angry, but broken, the low, resigned tone of someone who knows they are defeated. Her stormy blue eyes searched Lex’s darker ones, looking for some glimmer of hope. What she saw was guilt and recrimination. Their marriage of five years was crumbling before her eyes, and she had no way to save it. “Your reasons for leaving are fucked up. You think this doesn’t hurt me just as much as it hurts you. I lost a baby too. However, I’m not walking away.”

  A fresh tear pooled in the corner of Lex’s sad brown eyes. She wanted to stay, just wanted to wrap her arms around Aspen and forget all the pain of the last eighteen months. They had tried in vitro three times and were thrilled when the fourth attempt finally worked. Five months into the pregnancy, Aspen miscarried. The loss hit them both in a way that neither was prepared for. They made the choice to stop trying and adopt, knowing that fate was telling them that they were needed in someone else’s life. Lex thought she could move on, but every time she looked in the mirror; she saw a woman that she had begun to hate. She saw herself as a failure, and failing Aspen wasn’t something she was strong enough to handle. So, instead, she chose the only other option she felt she could live with. She decided to leave.

  Aspen leaned forward and lifted Lex’s chin, so they were eye to eye. “You’re wrong. You think this is better for me, but you’re wrong. I’m nothing without you. You’re ruining the only perfect thing we’ve ever had.”

  Lex’s bottom lip trembled, and she swiped at the errant tear. She couldn’t face Aspen. How could she fix things if she couldn’t even look her in the eye? She shook her head, unable to utter a word. She felt the walls closing in and the air leaving her body. Unable to take anymore, she found her legs and walked out the door, the sound of her heart fracturing into two ringing in her ears.

  Aspen felt her knees buckle from the weight of her pain, and she hit the floor; her body wracked with sobs, the emptiness inside too much to bear.

  It took two months for the tears to subside, another two months to care to eat, and by the time she found her way to her aunt and uncle’s farm in Vermont looking for solace, she was fifteen pounds lighter and a ghost of the woman she had been.

  She stood on the back porch, her eyes taking in the countryside around her. She smelled the first hints of summer wafting in the air, the smell of green grass tickled at her nose. She scanned the surrounding area; smiling for the first time when she remembered the summers she had spent with her Aunt Ginny and Uncle Neal. This had been where she found herself, found her calling. She hugged the satchel under her arm, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a wistful smile. She recalled the first few drawings she had done here.

  Her aunt had been kind enough to say they were good. Aspen chuckled at the thought of those early pictures, so amateurish, but harkened to a time when life was less complicated and certainly less painful. Do not cry, Aspen. Seriously, it’s been four months, stop with the fucking river of tears. She cinched her shoulders back, drawing on the strength of this place to look past yesterday and forge a new tomorrow.

  As if sensing her presence, Aspen turned and found her aunt studying her closely. She tried to smile and knew she had only succeeded in what probably looked more like a grimace. “Aunt Ginny.”

  Her aunt opened her mouth to reply and then thought better of it. What that child needed was a hug and fast. She pulled her niece into her arms and hugged her fiercely, not the first and definitely not the last of the hugs she would give. When she felt Aspen still in her arms, she pushed her away and held her at arm’s length. “Baby girl, I missed you.”

  A smile crept over Aspen’s features, and she felt the pain of the last few months start to leave her body. She loved her mother, no doubt about that, but her bond with her aunt had been something very special. Aunt Ginny was the first to know she was a lesbian. She was the first one she told about Lex, and the first one that Aspen had talked to when she lost the baby. She felt at home here, and she hoped that meant she could start to heal. “Hi, Aunt Ginny. Thanks for letting me stay.”

  “Nonsense.” Ginny Thomas waived a hand, dismissing Aspen’s comment. At sixty-one, she had seen a lot and her blue eyes twinkled with a thousand lost tales. Her brown hair, the same shade as Aspen’s, sat in a haphazard pile atop her head. Her glasses sat perched on her head, long forgotten after this morning’s perusal of the paper. She still carried her trim figure with ease and looked every bit the farm girl in her wrinkled white tee—shirt and worn out blue jeans. Her smile was effortless, and it had been said of Ginny Thomas in her younger days that anyone that met her fell in love with her. “Come inside. I’m just getting your uncle’s lunch together. He’s riding the fence with Lacey making repairs. He should be back soon, and you know your uncle.”

  “He will be ready to eat.” Aspe
n laughed as they said the words in unison. Her uncle Neal was as gentle and sweet a man as she had ever known. He was as thin as a rail and looked as though he never ate, although she knew the truth. She had been blessed with the same culinary skills as her aunt and Aspen knew that her uncle ate very well. Perhaps it was his constant chatter that kept the weight off, or maybe working on the farm every day. Her aunt and uncle owned a farm in Vermont. It sat on a hundred acres of what Aspen believed was the most beautiful countryside in the northeast. She felt like she knew every inch of the property like the back of her hand, having tagged along with her uncle every summer.

  “Grab your stuff and get in here.” Ginny interrupted her ruminations and as she walked in behind her, Aspen inhaled the air around her one more time. Yes, this is where she needed to be to move on.

  Hours later, long after Neal had retired, Aspen sat curled in a rocking chair on the back porch, listening to the first bugs of summer. Crickets chirped an eternal tune and blended effortlessly with the gentle ruffle of the trees in the late evening breeze. She heard her aunt join her and took the offered cup of tea with a smile. She could smell the hints of lavender, and she felt more at ease with this small reminder of her childhood. She and her aunt spent many a night sipping tea and talking about her life.

  After a few moments, her aunt broke the silence. “Have you talked to your mom lately?”

  Aspen smiled. She knew this was her chance to get everything out if she wanted. She wasn’t sure yet, but the thought was comforting in a way. “Last week. She said to tell you hello.”

  “Hmph.” Ginny nudged her chair again, and the creek filled the air. “Damn woman still hasn’t called me back.”

  Aspen laughed out loud. “Can you blame her? You called her cooking crap.”

  “Ornery old woman.” Ginny snorted. “Her food does taste like crap.” Their relationship had been this way as long as Aspen remembered; the older sister picking on the younger one. Her mother had given it back equally, but there were times like this where they went weeks without speaking, reviving the old sibling rivalry. “Called her three times this week, and she still hasn’t called me back.”

  “Oh, you know Mom. She has to stew a while before she forgives anyone.” Aspen chuckled to herself. Her aunt was right. Her mother’s cooking was crap. She wasn’t sure how the cooking gene missed her mom, considering both she and her aunt had it. However, it had and apparently being reminded that she couldn’t cook had raised her ire. It would probably last a couple more days, and then she would call and the whole older sister/younger sister rivalry would start again. “Did you say you were sorry?”

  Ginny snorted again. “Ha, why should I? She ought to be apologizing for almost killing me with that.”

  Aspen shook her head. This was the one area where Ginny had never grown up and couldn’t be charged with giving any kind of sound advice. Fortunately, in everything else, she was wise beyond her years. “Really, Aunt Ginny?”

  Ginny’s low laughter reverberated through the dark and warmed her soul. “Did you tell her about Lex?”

  A small feeling of guilt washed over Aspen. She hadn’t told her mother yet about Lex leaving. She just couldn’t bring herself to talk about with her. Telling her mother held an ominous air of finality, and she hadn’t quite gotten to the point of shutting the door completely and locking it. Holding onto a small sliver of hope helped her survive these last few months alone. Besides, her mother’s reaction would probably be somewhat volatile and tying her mother up so she wouldn’t murder Lex wasn’t something Aspen had the strength to do right now. “No, I just can’t tell her.”

  “Want me to talk to her about it?” Ginny offered quietly. “I already pissed her off, might as well keep going.”

  Aspen shook her head and chuckled softly. “No, but thank you. I need to put on my big girl panties and just do it.”

  “Well, I imagine she will want to take her Smith and Wesson and have a little conversation with Lex.” Ginny knew her sister well. Her temper got her into trouble once or twice in their younger days. “Thank god, she’s half blind and a terrible shot to boot.”

  “Aunt Ginny.” Aspen put her hand on her chest in mock horror. “How dare you talk about my mother that way?”

  “Ha, I’m talking about my sister that way. I knew her way before she was your mother, and she’s got a short fuse.” She absent-mindedly rubbed the small scar on her forehead. A well—placed toy train had left a permanent reminder that her younger sister was wired a little tightly in her earlier days.

  “She’s settled down now. I just don’t want her to have to deal with my being hurt.”

  “Oh, she won’t deal with it. She’ll bottle it all up inside like she does everything else.” Ginny was right. Aspen’s mother never wore her heart on her sleeve. She locked it all up inside and stewed on it. It was what led her to stop talking to people instead of dealing with the issue. She tried to say it was because discussing feelings made you weak. They both knew better; she just didn’t know how to talk about it, so she got mad instead. “You need to tell her, though. Otherwise, she will be mad at you for not telling her.”

  “I know. I know.” Aspen sighed loudly. “You know talking to her is impossible sometimes. I am not ready for hours of Momma Susan’s I told you so’s. I don’t need to be reminded that she thought marrying Lex was a bad idea and that trying to have a baby was an even worse idea.”

  “Oh shoot, that was her opinion and lord knows what they say about opinions.” Ginny snickered loudly. “I think hers were a little jaded anyway. She never did think anyone was good enough for you. She isn’t like your father. I think maybe she was just scared for you, knowing what the world is like today. I think she loved Lex just as much as we did and her reaction will be from hurt. However, she would be the last one to tell you that you were doing something right.”

  “You never tried to discourage me from marrying Lex.” Aspen sipped her tea quietly, a gentle late evening breeze licking at her skin and calming her somehow.

  “I saw your eyes when you talked about her. You reminded me of myself all those years ago when I fell in love with your uncle. That man hung the moon. I knew the second I saw you after you met Lex that your heart belonged to her forever.”

  “Too bad she didn’t feel the same way.” Aspen’s voice trembled. She had lost her baby and her soul mate and some days she ached from the emptiness inside. She was trying; god knows with all she had in her, to move on. However, the wounds were still so fresh and so painful that there were days she thought she might die from it.

  Ginny leaned over and clasped Aspen’s hand, squeezing gently. “Honey, she’s just lost. Everything that was right with her world has suddenly turned upside down. If I know Lex, she feels like she has failed you, and she’s not the type of woman who can live with failure.”

  “I know.” Aspen squeezed her aunt’s hand, reveling in the strength she offered. She needed it to face the next step in the grieving process. “But damn her for leaving me and not facing this together.”

  “Maybe she couldn’t stay. Perhaps she thought that you were looking at her the same way that she saw herself and rather than stay and continue to let you down, she chose to leave. I can understand how she feels.”

  “You sound like you are defending her. You are supposed to be irate and stand up for me.” Aspen chuckled sarcastically. She knew what her aunt was doing and while she appreciated the effort, part of her wished that Aunt Ginny would hurl a string of expletives at Lex. At least, it might make her feel better.

  “Goodness no.” Ginny gasped. “I’m just saying I can understand how Lex must be feeling. It’s hard to look at the person you love knowing you let them down.”

  Aspen cocked her head. She heard something in her aunt’s tone that gave her pause. “It sounds like there is more to this than just understanding.”

  Ginny sighed loudly. “I was a lot like Lex. I see a little of her in me. It’s hard to explain without sharing something with you tha
t only two other people besides me and Neal know.” She gave Aspen’s hand one last squeeze then gripped the arm of her rocking chair and started to rock. She was silent several beats longer.

  “What is it, Aunt Ginny? It can’t be that bad.” Whatever it was that Ginny was holding onto gave Aspen a start. It wasn’t like her aunt to have difficulty talking about something. If anything, she could talk the ear off a brass monkey, so the silence was somewhat disconcerting.

  After several more seconds, Ginny finally broke the silence. “I have kept this a secret for over thirty years, but I think you need to hear it. It may help you to move on. A few years after your uncle and I got married, we decided it was time to have children. Neal wanted a son, and your grandma, well she was just like every other mom in the world. She wanted grandchildren to spoil. We tried for several years with no luck. We had almost given up hope of ever having children when I finally got pregnant. Meanwhile, your mom was four months pregnant with you. We were so excited. We were going to have kids about the same age; all the cousins growing up together.”

  Aspen could hear the catch in her throat. She didn’t need to hear what had happened, she knew the outcome. Ginny and Neal had never had children. She hadn’t realized that it wasn’t because they didn’t want to. “How long?”

  “Five months.”

  Aspen sucked in a breath. The same time that she lost her baby. She was finally starting to understand that there was so much more than she ever knew about her aunt that made them kindred spirits. “Uncle Neal left when you lost the baby?”

  “No, honey.” Ginny shook her head in the dark, a rueful smile on her face. “I did.”

  Aspen’s swift intake of breath did little to mask her shock at her aunt’s revelation. “You left?” She still wasn’t sure she had heard correctly, not able to believe that her aunt and uncle had ever had issues.