The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Wendy is a nice change. Much more pleasant. After that, Wendy led Sasha into the dining room. “Now, Ms. Wand, you take your time with the broth. I have to get busy. Mr. Ian has requested calzones for dinner.” She rolled up her sleeves briskly. “Calzones, huh?” Sasha repeated. She felt guilty. Even though Ian was her flesh and blood, she knew nothing about him and what he liked. At that moment, she made it a point to learn everything about him, and offhand remarks such as these were stored away carefully in Sasha’s mind. “Yes,” Wendy nodded. “It’s one of the things I don’t know how to make, so I’d better figure it out now. I sure hope he’ll like it.” “Oh, it’s a good thing that I do! Can I come in with you?” Sasha exclaimed, looking enquiringly at Wendy.

This was her chance to cook something for her son, which she had never done. Calzones were one of her specialties. Matteo and Vivian loved them. In fact, she had made a big batch not too long ago. Hearing that, Wendy was delighted. “How fortunate! I appreciate it very much, but your arm…” she hesitated. “That’s not a problem,” Sasha said quickly. “You can prepare the dough, and I’ll do the wrapping.” She brushed off the inconvenience of her arm for fear of being excluded from this endeavor. Wendy examined her for a moment before agreeing to let her help. After a hectic afternoon of unpacking and wrapping calzones, it was dusk before Sasha finally had a chance to rest. “Phew, finally done!” Wendy wiped her brow. “How’s your arm, Ms. Wand?” “Oh it’s fine,” Sasha replied, waving her good arm. She then excused herself to wash her hands. Meanwhile, Wendy was in a fantastic mood. Touting the tray of unbaked calzones, she said, “I’d better give Mr. Hayes a call to come home early tonight.

What do you think?” Wendy probed. “Oh? That’s… that’s a good idea. But are you sure this is

of being incredibly annoying! Nonetheless, Sasha had no choice but to go along with the plan. Extracting the piping hot tray out of the oven, she followed Wendy upstairs. “Ian,” she called, “The calzones are done!” She opened the door to Ian’s room and exclaimed. “Matteo! Vivian! What are you two doing here?” The children, who were deep in thought with plotting, stood up hurriedly at the sudden unannounced entrance of their mother. Wasn’t she making calzones? Why is she up here? Vivian was the most nervous, as she wasn’t used to lying to her mother. On the contrary, Matteo was the first to respond. “Mommy! We were just playing, and Ian is unbelievable!”

the tray on the table so they could all enjoy. “I’m hungry, Mommy,” Vivian whined. “Me too, Mommy,” Matteo added. “Is that pork in there?” Vivian and Matteo were big fans of her calzones. She would always try her best to make the best calzones she could for them. As they were greedily munching, she turned to look towards