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LJ threw the phone down onto the bed and raised his hands to his face, wiping at his eyes. He was exhausted, not just tired, but that extreme worn out, stressed kind of exhausted. He hadn’t felt like that since, well since Chance Woods.

He paced back and forth for a few minutes, every so often his gaze would fall on the phone he had thrown on the bed. The purpose of it was to make the phone call, but after he had been downstairs, another argument with Nika had erupted and he had stormed up the stairs, slamming the bedroom for dramatic effect.

The fight this time, wasn’t even about Lisa’s parents, no this time it was because Nika wanted to go back to Ames in two days time like they had planned, but LJ had refused, saying that he wanted to stay a little longer.

She had made a point of him missing too many classes, but he didn’t care about that, not right now. There were more important things to do right now.

He could hear footsteps on the stairs and threw his head back, sighing heavily, he was sure that Nika had come back for round two, something he really wasn’t in the mood for.

But when whoever happened to walk past, walked past and didn’t knock on the door, he sat down on the end of the bed, resting his head in his hands.

He had been more than adamant about making that call, so why was he putting it of? He was there, he had the phone, all he had to do now, was dial the number.

So why wasn’t he?”

Sighing again, he fell back against the bed and closed his eyes. Just a few minutes of quiet and he would feel better, he was sure of it.




“That was biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever seen.” Lincoln retorted.

“Well I’m sure you’re yelling and screaming at them, made it all better.” Stuart chuckled to himself.

They made their way towards the parking lot and Stuart fished around in his pockets for the car keys.

“So you think Lorelei has driven Christopher completely insane yet?” Lincoln wondered.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Stuart answered. He unlocked the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. A moment later, Lincoln was in the car, slamming the door shut and Stuart pulled out of the parking lot.

“Total crap.” Lincoln said.

“It was just a game.”

“Yeah and they damn well lost.” He pointed out. “I’m pissed of now.”

“Really, because I couldn’t tell.” Stuart laughed.

“Its not funny.”

Stuart glanced over at him. “It is just a little bit.”


15 minutes later, they were back at the house, parked in the driveway. Lincoln had been silent most of the drive home, and now they were just sitting there.

“OK, so you’re really that pissed of about the game?” Stuart asked after awhile.

“No, I’m over it now.” He replied. He turned in the seat to face his boyfriend.

“Are you really?” Stuart asked him. “Cos, with the sil…”

Lincoln leant forward, cupping Stuart’s cheek with his hand and pressed his lips to his.

“Ok, what was that for?”

Lincoln shrugged his shoulders. “No reason, there doesn’t need to be one does there?”

Stuart shook his head and smiled back at him. “Not at all. You were just trying to shut me up weren’t you?”

Lincoln smiled this time. “Hey, I’m always trying to do that. But that’s nothing new.”

“I’m slightly offended by that.” Stuart pouted.

Lincoln leant back in the seat a little, his hand resting on Stuart’s thigh. “I’m good with having done that.”

“Yeah, and I’ll get you back for it later.” He grinned at him.

They continued to sit there for awhile longer until Stuart took the keys out of the ignition and shoved them into his pocket and then leant across the seat. “We should probably get inside, let Dad of babysitting duty.”

“We could do, or we could sit here awhile longer.” He answered.

Stuart snaked his arm around Lincoln’s neck and pulled him closer. “You know there’s something that I…” He managed to get out between kisses. “I want to uh, tell you something.”

He sat back in the seat and looked up at Lincoln, who was waiting for detail.

“You know that surprise…”

“Yeah, I remember it, what about it?”

“Well it is for you, and I’m not going to tell you what it is, you are going to have to wait until we get home, but there is a reason for it.”

“Are you going to tell me what that is?” he wondered.

“A gift.” Stuart told him.

“Yeah I’m getting that, what for?”

“Well just after Lorelei was born, we’d been together for a year. And I’m not the anniversary celebrating guy, I don’t think I’ve ever been and I have no idea how you feel about that, but with everything else that was going on, I just thought that leaving it for later, would be a good idea.”

“Uh Stu, you’re rambling.” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I know that, but anyway, that’s what it is.”

“You bought me an anniversary gift?” Lincoln said with a smile.

Stuart studied him for a moment. “Yeah, is there something wrong with that?”

Lincoln shook his head a moment later. “No, there’s not, just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“Ok good, so when we get home, you’ll find out what it is.” Stuart added. He leant across kissing him again before he opened the door and climbed out of the car and headed towards the front door.


“So how was the game?” Christopher asked when the two walked into the den.

They noticed that he had set up the bassinette and Lorelei was fast asleep.

“How did it go?” Stuart wondered.

Christopher stood up and motioned for them to follow him into the other room. “It went well, she’s an amazing little girl and you should be proud.”

“Dad, she’s barely five months old.”

“I’m aware of that, but still, its true.”

“Well thanks.” Stuart told him. “And the game was good, until we lost.”

“Sorry to hear that.” He replied.

Stuart shook his head. “No you’re not. And I think that we’re going to call it a night.”

He walked back into the den towards the bassinette. “You think she’ll wake up anytime soon?”

“Well she woke a little while ago. I gave her the bottle you left. I think she’ll be fine for a few hours.”

Lincoln picked up the bassinette and carried it down the hall towards their bedroom.

“Dad, thanks for this, we really appreciate it.”

Christopher smiled back at his son. “Anytime Stuart.”




LJ finally picked up the phone and after much hesitation, he finally dialed their number. He waited several minutes, until someone finally picked up.


“Uh hello.” LJ replied.

He had met them a few times, when he was younger, but he really didn’t know them. They had barely acknowledged him in their brief encounters. But they were his other grandparents, and the realization that he had no relationship with them, hit him when he heard his voice.

“Is this Jonathon?”

“It is, can I ask who’s calling?”

“Its LJ, uh, Lisa’s son.”

There was silence on the other end for a few moments.

“Are you still there?”

“I’m still here. LJ, can I ask why you’re calling?”

So maybe they had no idea of what had happened, and now he had to tell them the news, more than 4 months after the fact. And he was nervous.

“Its about mom, something’s happened…..”