Heading out of our room - cleaned up, but in the same clothes - we headed out the back door a few seconds apart. Lucas turned around and looked between us both, pointing. "Wow don't y'all look freshly fucked."
Hailey's head almost snapped off sideways as she hit him in the arm. "Lucas, your mouth."
Her eyes were about to sprout lasers or something and burn clean through him. He jumped to his feet. "And that's my signal to get us all some drinks before I die! This is all your fault, Jamie" he said, pointing at me. "So, you can help." Now he was giving me the attitude look.
I shook my head in total innocence and looked to Ben for reassurance that I hadn't said something. "What did I do? I said nothing."
"I liked what you did, Jamie!"
That reply from Ben cracked Hailey up. I was totally confused. It just took the piss out of me.
"Go on ... get me a soda," Hailey suggested. "One of those that Jamie likes," she remarked, trying to still look pissed at Lucas even though she wasn't.
"Ben, you want a LLB too?" I guess he didn't want to chance pissing both our partners off at the same time. 'When I grow up I wanna be smart like Lucas.'
"Thanks... yes. I'm so glad you got six boxes shipped over. I fell in love with these in Australia last year - remember Hailey?" He continued, "Yes," pointing straight at me, "the one mixed in half measures of vodka too. What did he call it?"
"Dirty LLB."
Ben smiled.
"That's right,,, a dirty LLB. First chance I get, your husband is going to make me a whole mess of them." Hailey replied as she rubbed her awesome baby bump.
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"So," Ben turned toward Dillon, "how are you guys going? Still a little sore from last week? We heard y'all DISCUSSING about taking it easy today." Dillon's face went bright red. Ben, seeing his discomfort, dropped his hand on his arm to calm him.
Ben smiled. "You know it's good that you guys are talking about it. Right, It's super healthy ..." The few calming words from Ben had Ryan and Dillon smiling at each other.
"Yeah" Ryan offered in a hushed voice. "The physical injuries were healing, but the emotional/psychological will take longer." At that he kissed Dillon on the cheek, both of their hands intertwined.
"Ben, I've never seen you and Jamie argue. The most anyone has seen is the occasional angry looks shared. That's about it - how do y'all do it?". Dillon's face was etched with a longing, trying to understand how ...
Taking a deep breath, I replied "He - Jamie - won't argue with me, ever!"
With a neutral look, "we had a .... misunderstanding when we started going out. It blew up bad-" Memories came flooding back. I felt my heartbeat pickup and a dry feeling in my throat for a moment - at least my reaction to those memories is a little more subdued now.
Subconsciously I had put my hand to my mouth for a moment: sometimes now even, those dark and powerful memories had not faded completely. They'd lessened for sure over the years, but it was still a little painful. "-we were both idiots. That turned into, well, not talking -- not explaining what each other felt. It was a big lesson to learn - and learn we did! I swear communication - talking to your partner - is the most important thing you can do. We learned that thoughts unspoken, not shared, can go pretty badly."
Remembering back to that - the call with Jamie, Ben continued, "He, Jamie, tried in his own clumsy, mind- muddled way to explain what had happened, back in Australia," pausing for a moment, taking a steadying breath. "Hmmm ... Sam. Jamie was really deeply upset and was trying his best to explain what had happened. He went over there on that call. It didn't go anything like what he expected it to. I was crushed."
My heart ached for a moment, remembering both the incident, but also Jamie's heartfelt apologies. I don't think he truly forgave himself for years. I was just as hard on myself too.
"Anyways, after that, Jamie swore that he never wanted to make me feel like that again, that he'd never keep anything from me, or be so obviously stupid and naΓ―ve. He's been true to his word..." I could feel the emotion wrap around me. I hadn't really spoken about this for some time. I guess it took me a little unawares.
Dillon placed his arm on mine, offering a sweet and genuine, "Are you ok, Ben?"
I paused, facing him. "Yeah, I'm ok -- just, it was some of the hardest days of my life. To be honest, I had no intention of going back there -- in my mind - again. It just... slipped out, I guess."
Ben took a breath which helped drive away those feelings. "Anyway, when we finally got ourselves sorted out -- with the help of Lucas, Daniel and Hailey..." I smiled ... "Jamie promised that we'd never fight - he'd never fight or be the cause of one with me again, because he couldn't -- wouldn't risk losing me again."
Dillon was silent for a moment, his eyes a little watery, "Ben, that has to be the most beautiful thing I've heard. Not the breaking up bit, but Jamie's commitment to you guys. Umm... you can see it written all over his face at times." He reassuringly touched Ben. "But wow, that's just... so what happens now? He just agrees to everything? Isn't that worse? I can't see Jamie just ... giving in all the time?"
A wry smile formed. "Didn't say he agreed with everything - not at all! - y'all have met Jamie! Can you see him just rolling over, agreeing with everything, right?" I couldn't help but smile at that thought, though -- Jamie just surrendering all the time. Not in this lifetime!!
"Ok," I paused, "let me clear that up. Sure, he jokes a lot, but he does have a serious side. I guess y'all saw close up how he can be serious sometimes, right?" The corners of Dillon's mouth turned up a little into a half smile, as he nodded in agreement. "He just goes a little quiet and normally says stuff like, 'I'm not really comfortable about that. Please, can we talk?' or he just goes super quiet till I ask. Then we talk it out." I shook my head, a little. "I gotta say for the first year, it drove me insane, Who doesn't like a good throwdown every now and then?" We all laughed.
"Surprised then? With the whole kickass thing he did, saving Ryan and me?" Dillon asked.
A hint of pride/surprise spread across my face. "Totally! He's never, umm, 'gone off,' I think Jamie call's it. I still get lost in some of the things he says. Australians speak English, but some of the slang terms he still uses - yeah I get lost" Chuckling a little, "I have to say, my favourite one is 'yeah-nah' -- no - I'm sorry - I don't mean to offend, or 'nah-yeah' -- okay yes but I'm not so keen.
"Jamie hadn't gone off like that for a long time -- years, according to Lucas! It was a total surprise, bit of a shock really. Aiden, Lucas' brother, explained how Jamie did the same thing years ago when a couple of guys were bullying him - Aiden."
Dillon's eyes searched the yard for Aiden, widening when he found him. "What! How big were those guys? Aiden's a man-mountain! And Jamie jumped in? What, like all fight-scene from 'Footloose' or something?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "My boy loves that movie too - the old one from the 80's. He gets up and starts dancing around. But yeah, pretty much," he said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, anyway, when Jamie was a sophomore, Aiden wasn't the big guy he is now. Jamie was even smaller than Aiden. Didn't stop him kicking butt - he jumped straight in."
"Doesn't surprise me," Dillon remarked. "I didn't see everything as I passed out at some point, but what I did see was your man there kicking some serious butt, taunting them an all. He was trying to focus their attention on him and not Ryan and me. I'm still in awe! That's some ballsy stuff from your man."
I realised that the conversation had drifted off and was probably taking Dillon back to memories he'd like to let fade. "Sorry, Dillon. I didn't mean to... want to take you back there."
Dillon held up his hand. "Nah, you're all good. He was pretty amazing. Thankfully, he was there to save our asses."
"Hmmm... ok... as long as y'all are ok, I don't want to be the cause, you know... going back to memories, especially bad ones, right." I laughed a little to myself. Must be the conversation for drifting back to old painful memories...
Dillon smiled, waving me away. We're all good." He stopped. His expression changed, more troubled looking for a moment. "Ben, I'm still nervous as when we're out in public. Ryan feels it too, but not as much as me. That's why we needed to, had to come today, so that we can I can - learn to trust the world outside our front door."
I could clearly see that, while Dillon may have been saying they were ok, his face showed that they weren't quite there yet. "It will take some time; you have to repair on the inside too. Y'all just need to take time, ease into it. Need anything, just ask."
I tilted my head towards Ryan. "Ok, let's go see what this fuss is about. I think my man is getting impatient with us, Dillon."
"Ben, is it true?" Ryan asked, looking there like his mind had just been blown away.
"Which-what Ryan! God, y'all been working with my husband too long. Now you're sounding like him." I couldn't help but smile at Ryan. "I'll say the same thing I do to him - just back up a bit. What's true?"
Ryan smiled. "Sorry, haha. Jamie has only been with the Forestry Service for a little over 5 years. Can it be? He's so good at the job. I mean, he and/or boss Jack are like on the same page. When you hear them talking, he - Jamie - is one of the best superintendents in the forestry service. Even the guys on the west coast love him. And, trust me: they're some hard ass sons of..."
"Jamie's now a superintendent?" Dave joined the conversation while Gav sat there with a not overly surprised look on his face.
"Well guys, let me, please." Dave was waving his hands like he was pulling us all into a huddle. "I've known Jamie, like Gav, since pre-k days. We've shared so many memories, good and bad, but as sure as I'm sitting here, there's no doubt this - the fire service - is absolutely the career for our boy. He's so much like his dad, Robert, God rest his soul." The little group stopped for a second raising their drinks, shouting "Robert" in unison.
Dave continued. "Jamie inherited his dad's firefighting skills and then some. Gav, you reckon?" He nodded. "Plus, his mom's compassion. That's why he so good at it. From an outside looking in, it's more than just knowing how to put out a fire, or knowing fire behaviour: it's the compassion he demonstrates for both his colleagues and also the people caught up in it all - those whose day or lives have been changed in a dramatic way -- sometimes permanently."
"Back home in Australia, he still is mentioned in promotion courses as one of the most successful recruits on promotion. If he'd stayed, most likely he would have been a Deputy or Assistant Chief Fire Officer by now."
"But," Gav took over looking at the circle of friends, "this guy right here, Ben," he said while reaching over and ruffing up Ben's hair, "is the love of his life. Without a doubt, Jamie absolutely worships the ground that this guy walks on -- damn, not even walks over. Sometimes I'm sure Ben just has to look upon the land and Jamie loves it. It's funny and cute at the same time, and so not the guy we knew growing up."