CharmedFan28
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As I have said I am greatly looking forward to this story! It looks like it is going to be very interesting indeed!
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I certainly hope so.
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LOVE IN CHICAGO
“I’m really good at grocery shopping.”
“Well, then, that is something,” Fenn said.
“You always did the cooking,” said Dylan.
Fenn nodded, “And always despised the grocery store.
“I can get up. I will get up for Elias. Anything else would be impolite.”
Elias Anderson, generally the quieter of the Anderson twins, embraced Fenn and then embraced Dylan when they entered the kitchen.
“I made French toast,” Elias said. “Dylan got the bread from that bakery down the street, so it’s not the soggy type. It’s just like what you get in the restaurant. And then,” Elias added with a pause for effect. “I got crazy and did the fresh cut fruit thing.”
Dylan looked around for something to do and then, putting his hands together, said, “I can set the table.”
“What can I do?” Fenn asked.
“You can sit down,” Elias told him. “And have a cup of coffee.”
Halfway through breakfast, Elias said, “I shouldn’t have waken you. You look like you need to go back to sleep.”
“As a rule Dad doesn’t get up until ten,” Dylan said.
Elias looked shocked.
“Has that always been true?”
Fenn nodded, and so did Dylan.
“Then I really got carried away.”
Dylan got up and kissed the top of Elias’s head.
“The only way you got carried away is in making an awesome breakfast. I remember when you were just a baby, and now you’re a chef.”
He turned around and asked Dylan, “What time are we going to see Brendan and Sheridan?”
“I don’t think I marked out a specific time, but we should probably head out in about fifteen minutes.”
They went to the Morse stop, and took the El to Howard. They got off on Dempster and walked while Elias wondered what life would be like if they had a car.
“Lance wants one,” Dylan noted. But he said, “I like the L. I like just flying over the city looking down at it. That’s the best part of Chicago.”
Elias weighed this: “I’m not sure if it’s the best part of Chicago. But it’s a nice part.”
Fenn announced that they had arrived, pointing to the little house ahead of them.
The door opened quickly, and Sheridan Klasko marched out in jeans, a tee shirt and a vaguely military haircut with a brown baby dangling from his arms.
“Ahhhhh!” Sheridan gave a general greeting noise. “Everybody’s here! Happy Birthday, Dylan. Get on in here, Fenn.”
“Where’s your serious husband?” Elias asked while Sheridan embraced Fenn.
“Oh, shut it,” Sheridan said cuffing the boy on the back of his head. “He’s in his office.”
As they walked up the steps of the porch, Fenn noted the sign that said, Brendan Miller Attorney at Law, and then came through the living room and while Sheridan walked the others about the house, he went into the office where a sharp shouldered, blond, youngish man in a burgundy dress shirt was typing.
Fenn leaned against the wall while Brendan typed on. This was no case. It was a book and Brendan had told him all about it, and then Layla had told him all about what Brendan had told her about it. He waited a while then finally whispered:
“Brendan.”
With a small shriek, Brendan jumped and turned around.
He looked exasperated at first, and then grinned and came toward his old friend.
“When did you get here?”
“Here in your house or here in this city?”
Before Brendan could answer, Fenn said, “In this house, about five minutes. In this city, yesterday afternoon.”
“I thought you were coming this afternoon.”
“I’m a constant surprise.”
Fenn sat down in the chair across from Brendan.
Brendan sat down, straightening his black pants, looking very much like a man of business.
“Have you seen my baby?”
“Yes, Officer Sheridan brought him to the door.”
“My Raphael’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“Do you always call him yours.”
“You always call Dylan your boy, and he’s twenty-two.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you always say my boy and my Dylan.”
“Um,” Fenn stuck out his bottom lip. “I guess I do.”
“You know what I want to do?” Sheridan said.
“Tell me about your book?”
“Well, sort of,” Brendan said. “Well, no. Definitely. I’m really excited about it. But I want you to see my baby.’
“Bren—”
“I mean, I want to see you seeing the baby. I haven’t seen that yet.”
Fenn was about to protest when Brendan shouted: “Sheridan!”
“Holy crap, Bren!” Sheridan said a few moments later, entering the office followed by Dylan and Elias.
“Alright,” Brendan said. He stood up and put his arm around Sheridan, and then drew Raphael between them.
“Check it out,” Brendan said, “The Miller Klaskos.”
“Actually, we can just be the Millers,” Sheridan said. “I was never that fond of my last name.”
“Neither is Layla,” Fenn said. “But she still married your brother.”
“Shush,” Brendan put a finger to his lip. “Check us out. Daddy, Daddy and baby.”
Brendan’s voice went up at the word baby.
“Should we get a kid?” Elias turned to Dylan, who frowned.
“You don’t just pick up kids at the grocery store.”
“Actually, Fenn sold your dad’s DNA at a grocery store.”
Dylan frowned at him.
“Now, Fenn,” Brendan said, still in his pose, “do me and Sheridan not look hot as a family? With this little man in the middle?”
“Oh, that’s right,” Elias remembered, “I’m you and Lance’s little man in the middle.”
“And we do make a hot little family too,” Dylan nodded.
“How does sex work out with you guys?” Sheridan asked.
“Carefully,” Dylan answered.
“Yes, Brendan,” Fenn said, ignoring it all and offering his finger to Raphael. “You all are a beautiful family.”
THE ENDS OF ROSSFORD
“I’m really good at grocery shopping.”
“Well, then, that is something,” Fenn said.
“You always did the cooking,” said Dylan.
Fenn nodded, “And always despised the grocery store.
“I can get up. I will get up for Elias. Anything else would be impolite.”
Elias Anderson, generally the quieter of the Anderson twins, embraced Fenn and then embraced Dylan when they entered the kitchen.
“I made French toast,” Elias said. “Dylan got the bread from that bakery down the street, so it’s not the soggy type. It’s just like what you get in the restaurant. And then,” Elias added with a pause for effect. “I got crazy and did the fresh cut fruit thing.”
Dylan looked around for something to do and then, putting his hands together, said, “I can set the table.”
“What can I do?” Fenn asked.
“You can sit down,” Elias told him. “And have a cup of coffee.”
Halfway through breakfast, Elias said, “I shouldn’t have waken you. You look like you need to go back to sleep.”
“As a rule Dad doesn’t get up until ten,” Dylan said.
Elias looked shocked.
“Has that always been true?”
Fenn nodded, and so did Dylan.
“Then I really got carried away.”
Dylan got up and kissed the top of Elias’s head.
“The only way you got carried away is in making an awesome breakfast. I remember when you were just a baby, and now you’re a chef.”
He turned around and asked Dylan, “What time are we going to see Brendan and Sheridan?”
“I don’t think I marked out a specific time, but we should probably head out in about fifteen minutes.”
They went to the Morse stop, and took the El to Howard. They got off on Dempster and walked while Elias wondered what life would be like if they had a car.
“Lance wants one,” Dylan noted. But he said, “I like the L. I like just flying over the city looking down at it. That’s the best part of Chicago.”
Elias weighed this: “I’m not sure if it’s the best part of Chicago. But it’s a nice part.”
Fenn announced that they had arrived, pointing to the little house ahead of them.
The door opened quickly, and Sheridan Klasko marched out in jeans, a tee shirt and a vaguely military haircut with a brown baby dangling from his arms.
“Ahhhhh!” Sheridan gave a general greeting noise. “Everybody’s here! Happy Birthday, Dylan. Get on in here, Fenn.”
“Where’s your serious husband?” Elias asked while Sheridan embraced Fenn.
“Oh, shut it,” Sheridan said cuffing the boy on the back of his head. “He’s in his office.”
As they walked up the steps of the porch, Fenn noted the sign that said, Brendan Miller Attorney at Law, and then came through the living room and while Sheridan walked the others about the house, he went into the office where a sharp shouldered, blond, youngish man in a burgundy dress shirt was typing.
Fenn leaned against the wall while Brendan typed on. This was no case. It was a book and Brendan had told him all about it, and then Layla had told him all about what Brendan had told her about it. He waited a while then finally whispered:
“Brendan.”
With a small shriek, Brendan jumped and turned around.
He looked exasperated at first, and then grinned and came toward his old friend.
“When did you get here?”
“Here in your house or here in this city?”
Before Brendan could answer, Fenn said, “In this house, about five minutes. In this city, yesterday afternoon.”
“I thought you were coming this afternoon.”
“I’m a constant surprise.”
Fenn sat down in the chair across from Brendan.
Brendan sat down, straightening his black pants, looking very much like a man of business.
“Have you seen my baby?”
“Yes, Officer Sheridan brought him to the door.”
“My Raphael’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
“Do you always call him yours.”
“You always call Dylan your boy, and he’s twenty-two.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you always say my boy and my Dylan.”
“Um,” Fenn stuck out his bottom lip. “I guess I do.”
“You know what I want to do?” Sheridan said.
“Tell me about your book?”
“Well, sort of,” Brendan said. “Well, no. Definitely. I’m really excited about it. But I want you to see my baby.’
“Bren—”
“I mean, I want to see you seeing the baby. I haven’t seen that yet.”
Fenn was about to protest when Brendan shouted: “Sheridan!”
“Holy crap, Bren!” Sheridan said a few moments later, entering the office followed by Dylan and Elias.
“Alright,” Brendan said. He stood up and put his arm around Sheridan, and then drew Raphael between them.
“Check it out,” Brendan said, “The Miller Klaskos.”
“Actually, we can just be the Millers,” Sheridan said. “I was never that fond of my last name.”
“Neither is Layla,” Fenn said. “But she still married your brother.”
“Shush,” Brendan put a finger to his lip. “Check us out. Daddy, Daddy and baby.”
Brendan’s voice went up at the word baby.
“Should we get a kid?” Elias turned to Dylan, who frowned.
“You don’t just pick up kids at the grocery store.”
“Actually, Fenn sold your dad’s DNA at a grocery store.”
Dylan frowned at him.
“Now, Fenn,” Brendan said, still in his pose, “do me and Sheridan not look hot as a family? With this little man in the middle?”
“Oh, that’s right,” Elias remembered, “I’m you and Lance’s little man in the middle.”
“And we do make a hot little family too,” Dylan nodded.
“How does sex work out with you guys?” Sheridan asked.
“Carefully,” Dylan answered.
“Yes, Brendan,” Fenn said, ignoring it all and offering his finger to Raphael. “You all are a beautiful family.”
THE ENDS OF ROSSFORD
CharmedFan28
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All these previews are very good! I hope the whole thing isn't too far away.
ChrisGibson
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As soon as we finish Hidden Lives
