She quit stretching and blinked at me communicating complete unconcern.
I smiled at her, dropped the note, moved to my cat and gave her bottom some scratches before I walked out of the A-frame. I rounded it, saw the barn doors opened and rolled my eyes. Then I climbed to the barn, unlocked the safe, grabbed the keys and hopped on an ATV. I turned it in the barn and took off to search for my husband and son on our mountain.
I knew Max and Charlie had several special spots but whenever I needed to drag them back home (which was often) I usually found them at the first spot I checked.
I rounded the trail at the top of the hill that rose up from the back of Max’s bluff and I stopped the ATV when I looked down and my eyes hit the scene in front of me.
Max was down there, in jeans and a t-shirt, his skin tanner than normal because he worked outside a lot and it was summer. He was sitting in the dirt (as he would since he didn’t do the laundry), knees up, Charlie in his lap tucked between his chest and thighs. Max’s head was turned away from me and toward the view. I couldn’t really see my son’s dark-haired head but I could see he probably wasn’t studying the view because he was, at that moment, banging on his father’s knees with his little baby fists.
I sighed my annoyance but even though I was the only one who could hear it, I didn’t mean it.
Leave them be, Charlie said in my head.
“We need to get ready,” I whispered into the wind.
Look at them, Neenee Bean, Charlie urged but he didn’t have to, my eyes hadn’t left Max and our son.
The Charlie in Max’s lap twisted so he was facing his father, his little baby legs pumping and his little baby fists banging now on his Dad’s shoulders. Max didn’t try to control Charlie’s fists; he just wrapped his son in his arms and bent his neck so his face was in Charlie’s. Therefore Charlie took that as his cue to grab Max’s ear and I heard the wind carry my husband’s chuckle mingled with my son’s baby laughter back to me.
I felt my lips smile.
Leave them be, Charlie repeated.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Love you, Neenee Bean, Charlie said to me.
“Love you too, Charlie,” I replied.
Then I turned the ATV around and headed home.
*
“When we get home, babe, we’ll be talkin’ about you goin’ out on the ATV,” Max growled into my ear and I turned my head to him just as Charlie launched himself out of my lap and at his father’s chest.
With practiced ease, Max caught the ever-active Charlie and pulled him close.
“What?” I asked with feigned innocence.
“Went to lock up the barn and saw one of the ATVs wasn’t where I left it. Since Charlie can’t sit astride one yet that leaves you and, like I said, when we get home we’ll be talkin’ about you goin’ out on an ATV.”
My eyes left Max’s to look over his shoulder and they skidded through the church pews that were full to bursting. I could see the entire church since we were beside Barb and Brody in the front pew. As I did this, I was thinking that I should have taken note of where the ATV was when I took it and I should have put it back where I found it.
“Duchess, look at me,” Max called and I knew he wouldn’t let up until I did as I was told so I did as I was told. “No more ATV,” he finished.
“I got home and you guys were gone,” I explained.
“I left a note,” Max told me.
“Yes, but we needed to start getting ready,” I told him.
“We’re here, aren’t we?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“And we ain’t late.”
“No, but we were close and you may have the memory of an elephant but you lose track of time especially when you’re out on the mountain with Charlie.”
“Babe… we’re… here,” Max repeated. “And we’re not late so I didn’t lose track of time. You know I wouldn’t miss this so you shouldn’t have worried and in your condition you should not, under any circumstances, be on an ATV.”
I waved my hand between us and stated, “I’m good on an ATV and I should be, you taught me how to ride one and, furthermore, I don’t have a condition. I’m only ten weeks and even if I wasn’t, I’m perfectly fine.”
Max’s hand shot out and wrapped around mine tight as he, taking Charlie with him, leaned in and returned, “You’re pregnant with my child. I get that you’re still my Nina and you think you can do as you please even with my baby inside you but what you need to get is that you’re my Nina and you got my baby inside you and I want you and our baby to be perfectly fine for the next six and a half months and then some and I’m gonna make it so and part of me makin’ that so is not lettin’ you put your ass on an ATV.”
“He’s right,” my mother butted in on a whisper, leaning toward us from the pew she was sitting in right behind us.
“Nellie,” Steve, sitting beside her, growled warningly.