The Family Together
Abby was sitting next to her Aunt Connie in the church. They were talking quietly while waiting for mass to start. It was the First Communion Mass for Kyle, her Uncle Billy's 'first born male child'. Whenever he said that, it was followed with a smile, sometimes a chuckle and always with a warm hug to either his son Kyle or his wife Amanda. There was love in that family that everybody could see.
There was another one on the way and Uncle Billy kept hoping for a girl. He loved his wife and knew that, while another son would be great, he wanted her to have a daughter. What he didn't know was that she already knew and they were both going to be pleased. The testosterone in that family was going to be diluted.
"Aunt Connie? My mom is waving me over to sit with her and Dad. Would that be OK?"
"Oh sure sweetie, you just tell my sister that she owes me. Owes me big time. Now go." Abby smirked as soon as she turned away from her Aunt, giving a thumbs up to someone peeking around one of the columns. Brad quietly walked past Abby and stood at the pew and asked, "Is this seat taken?"
Connie knew that the church was going to be packed today and was a bit disappointed that her niece wasn't going to be next to her. She exhaled a resigned "No, you're fine. Let me move over a little bit." Then she glanced at the person asking and her jaw dropped. She didn't, no, that was not right. She couldn't say a word as their eyes locked.
"Well, can I sit here? Mass will be starting in a few minutes..." That's when she grabbed his hand and pulled him down in the seat. She still couldn't say a word, but a smile plastered her face. It was met be the same smile on his face, his scarred leather beaten face. Before anything more happened between them, the organ started and the service began. She never let go of his hand. Even if she wanted to pull her hand away, he wouldn't have let go of hers. It made making the sign of the cross a bit difficult, but neither of them cared. When peace was wished, there was a hug that never ended. It had been years since they saw each other. It was college for her and the Air Force for him. The rest of the mass was a blur. It was a blur for both of them.
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Billy called out, "Abigail, Amber, Amelia. Could you come over here? There are a couple of people that I'd like you to meet." The three sisters yelled "In a minute" and finished making their smores. Munching on the chocolate, burned marshmallows and graham crackers, they pretended to reach for each other's hair with their sticky fingers. Giggles and fake cries for help followed them as they ran, walked and skipped away from the fire pit to join their Uncle Billy at the adult table.
It was the end of the Communion party for Billy's son Kyle. Kyle was already gaming inside. Properly, he made sure that he had said his goodbyes to anyone leaving. He then 'offered' to be outside the door where 4 year old Ashley was sleeping. For some unknown coincidence, that room was right next to his gaming station. With the headphones on, there was no hope that he would have ever heard a thing out of her.
Billy and Amada had said goodbyes to the local guests. The long distance friends and relatives were starting to wind down. The local Motel 6 was the place that would be housing most of the out-of-towners tonight. Tomorrow morning, the long distance crew would all return back for a communal breakfast and their final goodbyes. It is so rare that they all could get together. So whenever they did get together, it had to be special and as extended as possible.
The three saw a married couple, Dan and Jeannie, friends of Uncle Billy and Aunt Amanda. Their 4 year old Daughter Ashley was sleeping in on the spare bed in the house. The three sisters had played and occupied that little girl during the party and did a good job of wearing her out.
Aunt Connie was sitting with Brad who arrived with Abby earlier today. The only time those two were not together was when one of them had to go to the bathroom. Of course, their Uncle Billy and Aunt Amanda, as well as the twins' father Gary were sitting at the table. Abby's father Lyle and her mother June rounded off the group. The girls realized quickly that the adults were serious and their teasing one another stopped.
Abby had an idea of what was going on. She was worried that she'd gotten into trouble for realizing her long held dream to shit bomb the bitch. When she had to talk about the bitch when she had to be polite, it was her 'egg donor'.