Owen jumped out of Jay's truck and took the coffee from Jay's hand and ran to the door before swinging it open and storming into the salon. Jay slowly followed behind the small child.
"Auntie Liv, Auntie Liv!"
"Oh well hello my munchkin! Where's Uncle Jay?"
As if on cue, Jay strolled into the salon. He looked absolutely exhausted.
"Auntie Liv, we've brought you coffee."
"Owen we spoke about this, it's either Aunt Olivia or Auntie Olivia." Jay corrected.
"But you call her Liv or Livi." He shot back.
Jay looked like he was going to lose it.
"Owen go sit in my chair, I'll cut your hair first."
Owen scampered over to her chair and sat down swinging her legs. Olivia turned to Jay.
"He giving you a rough time today?"
"Just being his usual self."
"Ooohhh so then it's your possessiveness. You don't like that he calls me Liv."
"What, no, why would that bother me." Jay made a face.
"That's the lying face. Jay he's our nephew."
"I don't care. I'm the only one who can call you Liv or Livi. That's my thing."
"You're cute when you're jealous."
"I'm not cute and I'm jealous."
"Mhm, of course not, come on both of you need haircuts."
"I WANT ICE CREAM! I WANT ICE CREAM! I WANT ICE CREAM!" Owen screamed as he ran around the apartment.
"It's late and past your bedtime, you're not having ice cream." Olivia said.
"I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!"
Jay had had enough of the temper tantrum that Owen had been having for the past 45 minutes.
"OWEN MICHAEL!" he yelled,"That is enough. Bed, now."
Jay never yelled at Owen. Owen's little lip pouted and he ran into the bedroom.
"You shouldn't have yelled at him like that." Olivia said.
"He needs to learn he can't carry on like that."
"And you need to realize he's a child, Jay. Kids throw tantrums."
Jay sighed and got off the couch and went into the bedroom. Owen was laying under the covers, sniffling.
"Hey little man, I'm sorry I yelled at you."
Owen turned away from him.
"O, come on, I said i was sorry."
"You were mean."
"I know and I shouldn't have been."
"Why can't I called Aunt Olivia, Livi too?"
"That's my special name for her."
"Because you love her?"
Jay smiled.
"Very much."
"I love her too."
"She's pretty great huh?"
"She's the bestest."
"Yeah she is. I got pretty lucky."
"How come she doesn't remember some stuff?"
Jay looked at him with confusion.
"How do you know about that?"
"I heard Mom and Dad talking about it."
"That was an adult conversation that you shouldn't have been listening to."
"I didn't mean to."
Owen liked to snoop around.
"Well, still it's nothing that concerns you."
"Is that why she was gone for so long?"
Owen wasn't going to stop so Jay had no choice but to talk to him about it.
"Something really bad happened to Aunt Olivia, someone took her from me...from us for a bit and they hurt her. It took a little bit but we found her and she was really really scared because she didn't think I was coming for her."
"That's silly, you find everybody."
"The man that took her told her really bad and scary lies, made her think the were true. When we took her to the hospital, Daddy fixed up all her cuts, and when she woke up she couldn't remember me or dad or mom or you. She didn't remember anything about any of us. After a little bit, she remembered everyone but me."
"What! How did she not remember you! You're best friends!"
"Owen, amnesia happens sometimes when something bad happens, it takes away memories and sometimes you don't get them back."
"So that's why she was gone?"
"Yes."
"But she's back now, so she remembers."
"She doesn't remember a lot still but she's trying."
"What doesn't she remember?"
Jay sighed.
"Me."
"What!" Owen exclaimed "How, why, but you guys seem happy."
"We're happy now, but we kinda had to start over. She knew that she knew me, she just couldn't remember how or why. She can't remember any of our memories together."
"Does that make you sad?"
"Yeah, a little bit. We have a lot of good memories. But we're making new ones and all that matters is that she's here."
"Do you love Aunt Olivia like Daddy loves Mommy?"
"I do, very much so."
"I'm glad you found her Uncle Jay."
"Yeah, me too. Get some sleep buddy, maybe we'll go for breakfast tomorrow instead of cooking."
Jay kissed the top of his head and then went to sit with Olivia on the couch.
"Everything go okay? You were in there for a while." She asked.
"Yeah, we talked some stuff out."
"What stuff?" She raised an eyebrow.
"He had questions about you."
She turned to him.
"Questions, what kind of questions?"
"Why you were gone for a bit, stuff like that."
Olivia sighed.
"I'm sorry, that should've been something that I did."
Jay shook his head.
"I'm glad it was me. You don't need to relive all that."
She leaned forward to kiss him.
"How did I get so lucky?" She asked.
"We both got lucky. We both got a second chance for us."
"That's the one good thing that came out of all of this. I love you more than life itself Jay."