“And you were the only one who could take him?” Ray asked in disbelief staring at the toddler waddling around the playpen that had been set up in their living room. Bright kept one on hand for whenever clients had bring their children. Ray had thought it disappeared whenever it wasn’t in use, but apparently he had been wrong about that.
“No one had time to look after him at the base,” Ash replied from the kitchen where he was putting together a snack for their visitor. Ray really hoped he was a visitor anyway.
“I thought you told Papa you weren’t going to be bringing home work anymore.”
Ash handed the still unnamed child a sippy cup of juice and placed a bowl of cheerios within his reach, seemingly unconcerned about the cereal being spilled. The child immediately plopped his hand in and began shoveling dry cereal into his mouth, and yeah okay that was cute. Still, why did he have to be there. Ash glanced up at Ray.
Ray was mentally sorting through just how he had been talked into yet another night at the club. Oh yeah, it had started with a bet about how long he could last at the club and if he lost he had to let Bright pick his outfits out for a week. He could only imagine the sequined and neon monstrosities that would await him if that happened.Ash and Bright were seated on the center couch as if they were kings on their throne overseeing their court. They were surrounded by a group of their more casual friends, who all seemed coupled off for the night. Not interested in sitting in the middle of what was quickly becoming a rather intense make-out session. Earlier they had at least both been networking with their surrounding crowd. Ray, who was holding his own court a little ways off on a matching couch, had been doing a bit of networking of his own, trying to get familiar with more people in order to better perform his future leader role. He at least already knew some of their names.
“What’s this?” Ash asked holding up a book that had seemingly found its own way to their coffee table.Bright glanced over. “That is an old legend actually about the Great One, an ancient man who sacrificed so much to save this world that he fell under a sleeping curse.”“And what happened to him?”“Well, when the book was written he was still under the curse. According to the story, he will wake one day. In the meantime, his body has been hidden away, and a fierce warrior stands guard to kill any who dare to threaten him, and both of them suck in their age when cruse only then they will get older.”“Is the legend true?”Bright shrugged. “As far as I know, to most people, it’s just a bedtime story to inspire all the little boys in the world. There are very few technology with the power to do what the legend says this one did, but it’s always a possibility. Did you g
Bright found his husband peeking into their son’s bedroom.“There you are,” he murmured and pressed a kiss against Ash neck. “I woke up, and you weren’t there.”“I’m sorry. I just-,”“You wanted to check on him,” Bright finished. “Would you like for him to sleep in our room again?” Since Ash return, he had been reluctant to let anyone out of his sight. His first night back had resulted in a slumber party when after nearly everyone had left, Man continued to feel an unnerving sense of loneliness coming through his brother's face. He had called everyone and made them return. The next night had everyone dwindling out leaving only Man and Type as guests in the mansion, and then the third night was just Man. After that there had been two nights of Ray sleeping in their room with Ash tucked in the middle. It was their first night back to the normal sleeping arrangements.Ash sho
Ray peeked out quietly from his hiding space on the patio. He had managed to get the cameras set up at the perfect angles, and for good measure, he had even had Michael over to lend a hand. The same Michael, who was currently hiding next to him and doing a horrible job of suppressing his excitement.“Do not ruin this,” Ray warned half-heartedly. He knew Michael couldn’t help but be excited. After all, he had been absent the first time as well through no fault of his own.“Here they come!” Michael said gleefully, and he and Ray both darted down behind the bushes. Ray had been working with Ash for weeks on the plan after his dad had pulled him aside and asked for his advice. It had been an ongoing game of sorts. Bright had nearly been driven mad by not being told what it was that Ash was planning. Every morning started with Bright proposing a new idea, and Ash only replying “you’ll see” before launching into a new topic altogether. It had taken every
Ray stormed through the door with Ash following behind him. “Your husband is ridiculous!” the daylighter exclaimed to Bright while heading straight to his room. A string of Spanish curses followed, several of which Bright hadn’t been aware even existed.“Do I want to know?” Bright asked Ash, who stood just inside the doorway twisting his hands through his hair.“I might have grounded him, and he might be taking it badly.”Bright eyes widened. “You grounded him?”“I couldn’t think of anything else. He, Man, and Michael nearly got themselves killed with that stunt they pulled today.” Ah yes, the three of them had decided that they just had to ambush the horde of something as soon as they found them rather than calling for backup and waiting for three minutes for the rest to get there. They had all come out with minor injuries, but that had been purely from a combination of luck and from
Ray blinks, and Sammy transforms from a sweet little seven year old to an incredibly cunning fourteen year old. That’s not really how it happens, but that’s how it feels. One day he’s helping her to color in her coloring books, and the next she’s engaging him in debates about literature and movies. She’s nearly grown to the point that he can stop looking at her as a child he cares for and instead look at her as a trusted friend. Or well, maybe not so much a trusted friend as a friend that will possibly drive him up the wall as Bright had once (and still on occasion) managed to do.Sammy over at their mansion. Seth, Bright, and Ash are in the living room chatting over after dinner cocktails and have left the “kids” to entertain themselves. It’s an old habit from back in the days when Ray would be asked to escort Sammy off to another room to keep her out of earshot of the “adult conversations”. Their excuse back then had been that he was the only one capable of hearing the conve
Sammy loves her giant family filled with Bright, Ash, Ray, Ash family, Jace, a couple of small kids, the occasional citizen, and people who fit into a mix of those categories or none of them at all. However, her absolute favorite person in her family (with the exception of her dad who is totally her BFF to the point of them putting those Gilmore Girls to shame) is Ray. She owes him big time for agreeing to enroll in the same school as her, so that she wouldn’t have to suffer through high school alone. He had agreed to give it one year. (Seth, Bright, and Ash had been for it, and once Sammy had given him The Look, Ray had given in without much of a fight.) Sammy, however, knows that if she plays her cards right that he’ll likely remain for the full four years. Her first goal though is just to get both of them through their first day.“Dad!”Seth appears at the doorway of Sammy bedroom and raises one perfect eyebrow. “You bellowed?”Sammy gives him a sheepish grin. “
Their commute to school is not too bad. A short subway ride and then a slightly shorter walk before they reach the campus which stands out from the rest of the city with the amount of trees surrounding the elaborate opening. Students actually rush up the stairs even though everyone is early, and it takes little time for Ray, Sammy, and the rest of the first years to realize that that the place to be in the mornings is in the courtyard around the back of the school. Upperclassmen are already gathered there with their overpriced lattes and scones, and as the first years awkwardly attempt to find a place to find their own, the upperclassmen whisper things that make Ray bite back some cunning remarks. In particular, a group of four stand out as particularly irritating. Two boys sitting with two girls. All of them have out journals and their phones and are doing their own version of a casting call in what seems to be their version of making friends.