Jamie - The Journey Begins Ch. 33 Pt. 02 - Lights Out

Kate Spence was busy fussing about in the warm sunlight streaming in the high kitchen windows, crisscrossing the countertop and most of the floor, her hands busily and lovingly preparing a late afternoon lunch for her family. The kitchen was a scene that could easily frame a lifetime of childhood memories: bright summer's sunshine streaming in the high windows along one side of the kitchen, covering the floor and countertop with beautiful long finger-like shadows cast by leaves from the row of rainbow eucalyptus happily growing outside, all the while, creating lovely family memories, coupled with the bonus sweet summery smells from Kate's creations mixed with those from the garden outback, carried by a gentle warm breeze floating through the screen door... just a truly beautiful day.

A distant smile washed over her face, her mind still reliving the joy and high emotion of her recent road trip: taking her-their grandbabies to see her and Rob's family over the last 10days. The kids hadn't experienced the unreserved love of a grandparent with no parent to stop grammy-Spence, ha-ha - cuddles and a healthy dose of Grammy spoiling. They all loved it.

A sudden moment came over,not unlike a dark cloud, causing a pang of loss and heartbreak; painful thoughts of just how Rob and she would have enjoyed these times: they were both so looking forward to Rob's retirement, wanting to see the grandbabies, traveling domestically and abroad, even the mundane... getting on each other's nerves in their own sweet way. Above everything, she missed her adviser, confidant, lover and her best friend/ her soulmate. The emptiness, the hole that was left behind with losing him. Her heart counted the time in days, not the more than four years that had passed.

Kate wasn't alone with that pain: the Spence family and their widespread network of friends and associated families now connected through marriages also felt the loss. She especially saw it often in the quiet moments, etched on the face of her - their -- youngest, Jamie.

Not a day went by when she didn't feel that Rob was there with her in her heart, constantly being reminded of him by the little things she saw throughout her day surrounding her life, then her dreams at night.

A contented smile crossed her face: in her mind's eye, she could see their youngest son, a young version of Rob, before her eyes - almost a facsimile of the man she fell in love back at Duke University all those years ago, those days of young love, moments of racing hearts just with the thought of the other, traveling abroad, starting a family - it brought a tear to her eye.

Over the past couple of years, their 'little boy' - their baby - had filled out and grown, both physically and emotionally, taking his full shape as a man, a husband, a dad. And what an amazing dad he was to their three kids, and husband to Ben.

She always knew that he would be: Rob often said, 'Jamie was the one - the one that embodied the best of both of us.' Even from when he was a little boy, there was just something in the way he moved amongst people, engaged people, but above all, loved those around him. Neither friend or eventual lovers were spared the close, engaging and genuine friendship Jamie showered freely. He had always been able to almost shine like a light of love-friendship on people, if that makes sense, Rob would say. And to think that they almost lost Jamie twice - twice too many times - and now he and Ben had given her and Rob three amazing grandbabies.

Robert Spence, the man she still loved today, was gone, but what they built together, their family and love, comforted her. Taking a deep breath, smiling, she remarked, "He is still here." A single tear fell from her cheek. "Rob, I love you so. Your love sustains me," Kate whispered.

In an instant those dark thoughts were swept away. A soft loving smile warmed her face, basking in the pleasure she'd been able to give Jamie and Ben with a short no-kids-mini-break, some alone time; while she got to spoil the kids unencumbered by parental constraints. Their dads got some time too.

Her moments of quite reflection were pleasantly broken by a sweet little voice. "Grammy, can I please go out back and play?" Stepping a little closer, her granddaughter spoke in a hushed, whispered, voice, "I've had enough nap now." Nodding and looking way beyond her years, Kate struggled not to laugh at the total cuteness going on before her. "My brothers are still asleep. Promise I'll be quiet...I promise, Grammy." The little head was nodding still, as to reinforce the honesty of her answer.

"Sure, honey. Make sure you put on some sunblock and a hat, please," she said, leaning

down, kissing her granddaughter on the head. "I think your daddy is having a sleep on the garden lounge under the tree. He must be a little tired after putting the decorations up for July 4^th BBQ. Maybe go wake him - it's almost supper time."

A few short skips across the kitchen and little Miss was busy putting her sunscreen and hat on. She paused for a moment after rubbing it all in, just like Grammy had shown her to do. "Look, Grammy," she said proudly, turning and holding out her hands to show her Grammy that she'd complied with the request. "Love you, Grammy."

Her little outstretched hand barely touched the screen door when she froze. The temptation was too much. There was time for more. Spinning around and skipping across the kitchen, she wrapped her arms around the legs of her grandmother. "Thank you, Grammy. I love it when you come to visit. Please don't go back home too soon - please stay some more."

"Oh, my sweetheart." Pulling her close by peppering the top of her sunhat with kisses, she replied, "I love visiting with you. You know it's the best part of being a Grammy. I get to come stay with you and your brothers too." Kate couldn't resist, so she gave an extra squeeze plus a few more kisses on the head of her granddaughter for good measure.

"I love you too, Grammy!" With that, the little girl skipped across the kitchen to the back door. She paused slightly, turning her head back. "Grammy, when will papa be home?"

"Not long, sweetheart," a smiling Kate Spence replied. Looking at the sight of her sweet granddaughter rocking back and forth in the doorway, her face was full of smiles. "He'll be home soon. His shift finished just about forty minutes ago."

"Okay. I don't know counting yet. Is that long?"

Kate shook her head at that - oh my how sweet. "No honey, not long at all," she smiled as the screen door flew open with enough force to put man back on the moon. No matter, she bolted out the back door, her target in mind.

..o0o..

Only slowing a little as she reached the edge of the back porch, she still managed to half-run down the three steps to the grass. Still ever-so-carefully counting aloud, she announced, "3-5-6! Yay! I'm counting now."

Her journey to the back of the yard continued at full pace with time for a few cartwheels along the way. The mid-afternoon sunshine, coupled with a gentle warm breeze, filled the yard. The smells of summer and gentle sunlight peeked through the trees, washing over her.

She drew closer and closer to her intended target: surrounded by a day's hard work of putting decorations up, the yard was awash of festoon lights crisscrossing, red-white-and-blue ribbons along the fences and also tied to a few of the tree trunks for good measure.

Slowing a little, just to correct her line of attack, then gathering pace, with a quick one, two, three steps across the small, decked area, Ava launched herself, landing a full-body throw-down on her unsuspecting victim who was taking a lazy afternoon nap in the warm sunshine. "Daddy!" She squealed.

Awakened by the crush of the four-year-old girl peppering her target with kisses and bouncing up and down on his stomach, suddenly there was movement: two strong arms wrapped around the little girl, sweeping her into a hug and peppering her with kisses over her face to howls and squeals of laughter.

Somewhat breathless after being used as a human trampoline, he said, "Hello sweetie. Don't you look beautiful in that sundress! Did Grammy pick that for you, hmmm?" Pulling her back in for another hug, he asked, "Where are your brothers - still asleep?"

The beaming little face nodded, as she snuggled down against her daddy's chest. "I picked the dress, daddy. Grammy showed me this one and another to choose before I had my nap." Running her hand down the dress trying to flatten a wrinkle that had just caught her eye, she cooed, "Love you, daddy," with a look in her eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. "I like it when it is just us, when I don't have to share you with anyone. Asher is too noisy- boys are so messy - and Alex cries some, little Ava frowned.

"Boys can be sometimes. I like it when it's just you and me, too. It's our special time, hey."

Ava and her dad were enjoying their quiet moment together when a loud bang signalled their 'just us time' was about to come to an abrupt end. With laughter and squealing ringing out from the back of the house, they heard, "Stop it, Papa! You're tickling me... hahaha... hahaha. I'm gonna pee! Grammy, save me!! Ava, save me!" the young voice cried out, imploring help from someone, anyone.

"Your Grammy isn't going to save you from the tickle monster, grr, nor is your sister." The squealing increased tenfold to the amusement of the two sitting on the garden lounge who now sat up smiling and watching the antics of those coming toward them.

"Papa is so silly, but we love him, don't we daddy?" Ava's little face was filled deep with thought.

"Yes sweetheart, your papa and brother are both very silly, aren't they?" Ava nodded as if no truer words had ever been spoken. "You think it's because Papa talks funny? Maybe, but that's why we love him, right? He's kinda crazy weird, but in a good way."

Her brow furrowed a little, she was trying to work out how to ask, "Umm daddy, how come Papa's lip was all red yesterday, his hands had marks on them too?" she said with concern.

Oh crap! Nothing is going to escape this one ran through Ben's mind. "Someone was bullying Papa and Ryan from his work, not being nice people."

Ava didn't reply for a moment, "I heard Uncle Aiden say to Grammy that Papa clocked the sons' of b-."

"Stop right there, missy," Ben held his hand up gently, calling time on the conversation.

Pulling his daughter close, gently kissing the side of her head, both reassuring that it was okay to ask, but also that she was loved and calm her. "Your Papa doesn't like to fight." Ben paused thinking on the best way to be honest and not break her innocence. "Well, sweetie, in this case, there wasn't much else he could do, which is very-very sad. I know Papa wants to talk to both you and Asher, so let's wait for him, ok?" he replied while holding her in a gentle hug.

A few cries of delight and laughter snapped Ben out of his own mind. Both he and Ava were about to be joined on the garden lounge by the noisy wriggling Asher, trying his best to escape his papa's hugs without any success, though both of them were laughing as they crashed down onto the sun lounge, joining the others.

"Hey, you! Looking better today." Ben smiled.

"Hey you, back! Thanks. Feeling it, too," Jamie winked, flashing his 1000w smile at his husband and little girl. "Hey sweetheart! How is my little lovebug, hmmm? Don't you look beautiful today?" Gently kissing his daughter on the cheek, he cooed. "Missed you."

"I-e-www!! Kissing is gross!!!" a smiling Ava remarked, wiping off the toxic substance that had just been placed upon her. Both kids pulled faces at each other while their parents greeted each other. Then, without a word, both parents started peppering Ava and her brother with kisses, only stopping for a moment to swap children, with more kissing and hugs all around.

"So... gross, you reckon, Ava, hmm? Who talks funny, huh?" Jamie started blowing bubbles on her neck. "I'm a-gonna chow down on that pretty little ear and have it for supper."

Squealing and wriggling at the same time, she cried out, "No papa! I need that one to hear what Asher is up to, and baby Alex, though he cries a bit. Still, I'm -hahaha- the oldest."

"You're a cheeky one, Ava. Love you to bits." Pulling his little girl close for a hug and a quiet moment, Ava had come to a stop and was happily laying in Jamie's arms, snuggled in against his chest.

She murmured, "I've been practising cartwheels like you showed me, papa. Can you do a front flip for me again? I wanna learn. It looks so cool?"

"Hmmm. Sure! I think we can do that, lovebug, I see you and daddy have been having some fun napping in the sunshine, hey," he teased, smiling at Ben over her head, all the time poking his tongue out. With a wink of the eye, he returned his attention to tickling Ava. "Gimme that," he continued, now holding Asher under his other arm, both kids wriggling like spring-coils. Ava finally squirmed her way free.

"I'm the oldest!" Ava asserted, standing in front of us, hands-on-hips convinced she was right. "Asher will always be younger than me."

"Man," Jamie remarked looking at Ben, "that look Ava was giving me, is my sister Stephanie all over when we were little! Haha, plus, Ava reminding us of that fact of which we must have forgotten, that she was the oldest just like Steph did."

"That's why I got a special name." remarked Miss Ava.

"Yes, Ava. It's a very special name. It means so much to me and grammy Spence. That was my Grammy's name, but Asher's name is special too. Y'all are special to daddy and me."

"Papa!" she pouted with a sense of disappointment in her voice. "You and daddy always say we're special. Aren't I MORE special because I'm older?"

"Sweet cheeks, Papa's right -- you're ALL super special - that includes Alex."

Ava was trying her best to think of another angle around this. But it was Asher's turn now.

Still giggling from being tickled, now hanging upside down, half off the lounge, "Ava... as daddy and papa said, we're all special. Besides, you're only two-and-a-half minutes OLDER, so we're the same special."

With a little eyebrow raising going on there - like I've been known to do at times, hmmm, OMG - I had to try to stop laughing. So did Ben.

"Anyways, my name is just as special, too. It was grand-poppy's middle name. Right, Papa?"

"Yes, Asher," Inside I was smiling that he'd taken it so to heart about the origin of his name when Ben told them both only a few months ago. I only wish Dad was here to see them: he would have loved these two especially. They are so like Steph and me when we were kids.

"You're named after my daddy, Robert Asher Spence, and he would have loved to meet you both so very much. So, see, you both have special names. But more than that, you're special because daddy and I love you so much."

The two kids smiled with such innocence and love. "Love you too, papa-daddy."

Off in the distance, the squeak of the backdoor spring signalled its opening, "Asher, Ava! Come get something to eat. Y'all should be hungry after all that commotion. Your little brother is awake and wants a cuddle." Grammy Kate waved at the two kids.

"ME!" yelled Asher. "Us boys have to stick together."

"Just a second, mom," Jamie waved to Kate. "I wanted to talk to you both about yesterday."

"Is that when you clocked the sons of-" Ava looked sideways at Ben, who was gently shaking his head in the negative.

"Ok you two - come sit here on my knee." Both kids sat down and looked up at their Papa.

"Papa, you kinda have marks on your face and hands. Why?" asked Asher.

"Sometimes, and not all the time, ok, people do and say silly and rude things, or they bully someone for doing something that had nothing to do with them at all."

Both kids looked confused, "But why, Papa?"

"I'm not sure, Ava. It just happens sometimes, and when it does, you have to stand up for what you believe in and what's right. Even when you are scared or afraid, you have to."

Both kids nodded.

"So, a few days back, some guys were saying really hateful stuff to Ryan from work outside the coffee shop."

"Did Ryan say something to make them mad?" Ava asked her face full of concern.

"No, Sweetheart. He just kissed his partner-Dillon - on the cheek and handed him his coffee."

Ava and Asher both looked a little confused. Ben nodded approvingly at Jamie mouthing, 'Keep going - you're doing okay.'

"So anyway, as I walked out of a store, one guy called Ryan's partner Dillon a really rude name and Ryan told him to apologize. Next minute, the guys started to punch both Ryan and Dillon."

"Is that when you clocked the-"

Ben tried not to laugh at Ava. "You're lovin' that word, Ava, hey?"

Keeping a straight face, Jamie continued, "Yes sweetheart, that's when I clocked the sons of- well, you know what I mean. Anyways a police patrol came past - Uncle Aiden! - and took the other guys away."

Both kids were staring at their papa with huge owl eyes.

"No one was seriously hurt, luckily. But it's important to know that fighting is not the answer, and if you have to, make sure it's the last thing you do, not the first, ok? Please promise me, both of you."

Ava and Asher nodded.

"Now," without warning he started to tickle them till they were a pair of wriggly, giggly kids. "Ok, go!" Jamie released his hold on the pair, watching them run to his mom who was in her element looking after two more of her now seven grandchildren.

"Love you, Mr. Rush-Spence," Jamie leaned forward, gently kissing his husband's delicious lips -- yeah, there was a slight sting from his still slightly swollen cut lip, but it was worth it.

"Hmm," Ben murmured in reply.

"Ben, I seriously had to wipe the smile off my face - although, it isn't funny, but Ava was making it so. She was so serious, and the phrasing was perfect - she sounds just like me."

"Yeah. Let's see how often that comes out now. If we get a call from Pre-K, they can talk to you," raising his eyebrows, he replied. "Anyways, let me look at you. Your lip is coming down. Still tender?" Ben gently touched Jamie's lips and face.

"I think I need you to kiss it better," Jamie suggested, slowly pointing to his lips, cheek then his neck, and again just near his Adam's apple.

"Oh, you do, hmm..." Leaning in, Ben gently kissed each corner of Jamie's mouth, then slowly moved up to his scratched pink cheek.

Ben's hands came up and gently held Jamie's face as he worked his way down to his neck, gently flicking the top buttons of his work shirt open. His tongue made its way across to his collar bone and shoulder. "Oh my god, Ben - that is amazing..."

"Fuck Ben, if you keep going, we're going to have our own Discovery Channel going on right here, in the yard for all to see."

In between licking and nipping at Jamie's chest, now heading toward his right nipple, Ben noted, "So, Skip...Hmm, you taste so good. "How...was...work? Save any kitty cats from trees today? Some street brawling yeah?" Jamie couldn't answer, his mind was just mush, fully absorbed with Ben's ministrations.

A quick tug on Jamie's shirt and Ben was making his way across to the other nipple, giving the few bruises on his chest a small kiss. "No undershirt today, huh? I like it when there isn't anything in the way."

Breathlessly, Jamie barely got out, "Oh god, Ben, you're so, damn good at this." Lifting his hand and running it through Ben's sun-bleached hair, he continued, "I swear to God, I could do this all day. I might end up with blue balls, but anyways..."

"Hmmm might but...helped any old ladies cross the road, or did you guys go out street brawling again today?"

"Nope, no kitty cats or brawling today, but there is still time!" Jamie let out a little chuckle. "But I can help an EMT supervisor to bed, if he likes, after he gets a deserved spanking."