So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, good night,
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, adieu,
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.
Saying goodby is hard. I have said this before, I hate to leave my MCs. I do. I come to love them too much to dust off my hands and yell NEXT!
2009 is the Year of rewrite/revise and finish for me. So I get to visit with all my MC’s again. It is like a giant sit down with Coffee and cake.
***insert reunion sequence***
Livvy brings out a tray overflowing with sugary sweets, fresh from her bakery. Rich yeasty goodness fills the air and everyone inhales deeply. Laura starts asking about recipes and Carly whips out a steno pad to record every word, terrified she will miss a quarter teaspoon of something. The pen slips and jams into her thumb, leaving a big blue streak surrounded by red. Coe comes over, examines it and promises she’ll live. He goes back to his discussion with Alex on microsurgery techniques. They are basically speaking their own language and Jesse walks away with a grimace. Who in their right mind would sit around and discuss things like perforated bowels?
Charlie looks on with a bored eye, sips her coffee and sneaks the éclair off Coe’s plate. He won’t care. Jinx and Taric try to tempt Jesse into pouring salt in Michael’s coffee cup when he’s not looking but Frannie puts the kibosh on that with one firm look. Taric escapes with a grin as she barrels over to her chagrined husband. She plops baby Lauren Rebecca in Jinx’ lap and tells him to behave. He arches his left eyebrow and tells her he’s better when he’s bad but ends up blowing raspberries on Lauren’s tummy.
>Myla cants her head to the left before approaching Rhys. His sword fascinates her and she grabs Taric’s for comparison. The newly crowned king just shakes his head with an indulgent smile. A detailed discussion on weaponry draws the gentle giant from his shell. She barely reaches his sternum but he is enthralled with Myla’s knowledge and listens intently. He avoids John at all cost, finds his vocabulary offensive and crude. John simply thinks Rhys is one huge mofo he wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. But a longer look reminds him of Andros and he borrows Carly’s note pad. He is lost to the pen’s scratch as a new tale forms in his head. Livvy fingers his hair, automatically refilling his coffee cup.
>Willa removes a squirming Lauren from her father’s lap and puts her on the blanket with Elaina Hope and Christopher Thomas. The babies drool and coo and Willa delights in each tiny giggle. Her rounding belly makes getting down a lot easier than getting up so she stays on the blanket surrounded by diapers, happy as a meadowlark while Jesse snaps picture after picture, capturing the best shot before the sun goes down. He catches Christopher’s first wobbly crawl on film. Michael watches with a soft gleam in his eye, imaging things to come but he does not refuse a second helping of Triple Orgasmic Caramel Bliss.
The dessert name sparks Charlie’s interest, of course. She starts outlining a show topic, sweet and sexy foodplay and grills Livvy like a burger about the top rack of delights in her shop. Something she says penetrates John’s haze. He winks at Livvy and she blushes to the root of her ginger hair. Charlie’s laugh rings across the deck and Coe looks up, plucked from medical jargon in time to see her smile.
The look may have lingered if Carly hadn’t tripped over a duck-shaped rattle. She went sprawling, knocking the table leg, upsetting the coffee carafe. Dark steaming liquid darkened the note pad and John cursed as his story faded to smudged blue and brown.
The loud masculine voice startled sleeping Batu and his cry sets off a domino effect. Four weeping children of various ages are shushed and soothed while Laura efficiently cleans up the mess. Michael leans to whisper in Alex’ ear and he nods.
>“Babe, it’s time to go. We’ve got a drive in front of us.” Laura sighs but dries her hands on a paper towel.
>“Pictures first.” Jesse calls setting up the timer. “Who knows the next time she’s going to have us all on the same page.”
The group draws together. The children on the blanket are the focal points and Willa never rises, her sparkling gray eyes always watching the babies. A scowl crosses Rhys’ face until she looks back to him. Then and only then does he grin a small bit. John grumbles but stands with his chin propped on Livvy’s crown, arms around her waist. Taric pulls Myla beside him, promising she can speak to the blacksmith about Rhys’ hilt design when she gets home. For now, she is to just look straight ahead and smile.
Charlie peeks around Coe’s shoulder, her hands buried in his front pockets. A whispered warning ignites a glimmer in her eyes and she shifts her thumbs. His jaw drops and a blush darkens his cheeks. Carly waits until Jesse sits in the deck chair before crawling in his lap, careful to put her weight on his right knee. She knocks him in the chin with her elbow but he is used to it by now and just sighs. Jinx holds two fingers up behind Michael’s head until Frannie elbows him in the gut. His soft oomph! makes Alex snicker and Laura turns in Michael’s arms to throw him a questioning look. Alex just takes her hand with a gentle squeeze.
snap* The camera clicks and everyone packs up, kisses and hugs are handed out and waves are sent.
They were all born in the same place, a writer’s mind. All have taken different paths but still, visiting with old friends is always bittersweet.