Title: Thanksgiving Baby Part 4

Author: Susan

Email address: susgreer@webtv.net

Rating: strictly G or PG-ish for baby angst

Status: new with completed 4 parts

Archive: at my site only

Author's website: please look below under my name

Disclaimer: no, Petfly and no Sci-Fi...no money

Notes: Part 2 of this funny stuff

Warning: none

Summary: baby answers to grownup questions

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Jim parked at his usual place outside 852 Prospect, jerking at the seat belt. He looked over to help the child, but the seat was empty.

Where was that child now? Where did the child go--back into the jungle with the blue-eyed wolf away from the scary monsters? Waiting for the "Sen'nel" to rescue him?

He heard Blair speaking as he unlocked the door. "...'ry...just a little mishap, Mr. E. Be there in a few...soon as Jim gets home...yeah...here he is, you wanna speak to him?"

Blair held the phone out. Jim crossed the room, looked deeply into Blair's starry dark eyes, lowered his lips to take those offered in greeting. Blair huf-huffed in throat, and pulled Jim even closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. This man...

Jim heard William phone-mechanically squawking. Rubbing his fingers through Blair's curls, he held the phone to his ear (although it wasn't necessary) "Yes, Dad?"

Blair looked up, pecked him on the chin and left for the bathroom. "Dad, he's fine. I can't talk now...later...I'll tell you all about it...and Dad, there'll be 1 less guest. No...Naomi...definitely we'll be there. No, Dad, we're not...as soon...not playing
arou..no...upstairs...Bye...Bye!"

Blair came out of the bathroom, his face dewy from being sink-splattered. "Towel back on the rack?" Jim asked.

"Funny ha-ha," Blair smiled.

"I just...felt...knew something was wrong, upsetting you...I thought maybe you'd be home."

"Jim, I'm fine. No monsters to slay today, Lord Ellison. Let's go and have a good time with Mr. E and Stephen and whatshername...his date?"

Jim stepped in with both feet. "Naomi not coming?"

Blair looked at the Red Heron door and frowned. "She's off in another direction, dealing with her own monster. Next year..."

Jim pulled his lover into his arms. Looking into those soft gentle eyes that caressed him with each glance, he whispered into Blair's ears. "I know it's an Ellison tradition for each member of the family to stand up at the table before eating and announce what we're each so thankful for, but, Guppy, I want to say now, I thank YOU, for being the better part of me. You. Are. My. Soul. I'm not good with flowery words..."

"Jim," and Blair caressed his cheek. Jim zoomed in on the raggedly chewed fingernails. "I love you."

"Love you, too, Baby."


SUSAN

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