"Do I look ok momma?" Jake asked stepping out of the bathroom. He was wearing a miniature version of his fathers' medieval outfit. Jeaneatte just smiled and knelt to help adjust his collar.

"Just perfect." she smiled.

"Where's poppa?" he asked.

Jeannette smiled. "He told me to get some pictures first," she smiled. "He had a quick errand to run."

Jake just frowned. "So he isn't going to play with me?" he asked.

"Not what I said, honey. You know your father is a man of his word, and if he says he'll play than he'll play.

"Sure." he shrugged his shoulders and reached for his wooden sword.

"Come on Jake let's go down stairs and take some pictures." she smiled and held her hand out for him. He took it and then went down stairs.

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Quinn entered the room, in full kit, and very polished. Jeaneatte looked up, smiled, and blushed. She turned Jake around and he gasped when he saw his father. "Poppa," he whispered in awe and hero worship. Quinn dropped to bended knee and his son ran into his arms.

"I thought." his son whispered.

"When playing King Arthur one needs a ride to the shire?" he grinned and stood. Jeaneatte stood and went to his side and he kissed her. "Madigant," he spoke of his horse. "Was brought up." he smiled.

"I can ride…'Gant?" he asked.

"Yes," he smiled.

"Are you going to come momma?" Jake asked.

"You could ride 'Gant with us?" her husband purred.

"I think I just might." she smiled up at her husband.

"Good, then come, the sun is starting to set." he smiled. Jacob jumped up and down with joy. He skipped all the way out front, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the big black horse in medieval parade gear. "What's the matter Jake?" he smiled seeing his son's eyes were half tie size of his face. He scooped up his wife planted a kiss on her cheek then set her on the saddle. He then scooped up Jake and put him in front of his Mom. He then hopped on. He clicked with his tongue and the massive horse began to move.

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Jacob was in heaven, his poppa who was his hero was dressed as a knight had him on his war horse, going to the coolest spot he knew to play King Arthur. He was giggling and telling them some of the rules of being a knight.

"Poppa?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you think Arthur's Knights were like you, and could go fuzzy and walk through stuff?" he asked looking back over at his dad.

"It could have been, there was nothing written as there is nothing about us?" he smiled.

"Cool." he giggled just enjoying being with his folks.

"So how do you play King Arthur anyway?" his mom asked.

"AweeeeMooooommmm," he whined.

"That's such a girl question, love," her husband spoke in a teasing tone.

"Well if there are rules, I don't want to break them," she laughed.

"Just watch and see and do what we do, k?" Jacob spoke.

"Sure thing." she laughed. Quinn just wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed the side of her head.

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"You are a big softy aren't you?" Bart spoke eating a Turkey leg. He, A.C, and Vic were sitting in the living room of the cabin with the rest of the group, dressed in full kit, waiting to head to the site. All the wives were in regular clothes.

"Softy? Maybe," he smiled. Chloe just hugged him. "But when it comes to help sparking the imagination of a child, then I'm all for it." His father came up to him holding an elegant box.

"The dagger." he smiled and opened the box. It was sterling silver, with the crest of Baldivia on the hilt. "It has a rounded blade," he smiled. "This was Oliver's first blade." he spoke to Chloe.

All the ladies awed in unison. "And your giving it up?" Lexa asked.

"I give up nothing," he smiled looking at Chloe then cupped her cheek in a gloved hand. "When the time is right, there are other precious heirlooms to be given to a child." he leaned and kissed her gently.

"So like I said, softy," Bart teased.

"If that makes me soft, then indeed I am." he smiled stealing another kiss.

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When 'Gant cleared the trees to the stone table, Jake gasped. It was more than he remembered it was. There was greenery every where on the raised stone and throne. Plus lit torches around the entire area. There was also an archery target, fencing dummies and a large log on a couple of saw horses with two large stuffed pillows at each end. There was also a huge bed of straw under the log.

"Wow." he whispered. Quinn dismounted, then lifted his wife off the horse, giving her the reigns, then it was Jake's turn. "Wow," he spoke again. Quinn set him down and he walked around the flat stone admiring it. He looked at the torches with a blatant look of wonder on his face. Then he ran and checked out the other things set up.

"Games?" he asked his dad.

"Aye," he smirked. "All the knights practiced in the form of games," he smiled. "With these if you best them you get a ribbon and the person with the most ribbons becomes champion of the grounds."

"But poppa, it's just you and me and momma,"

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"No," Tony spoke coming out of the trees. "I want to take a turn too," he spoke.

"And me," Cal spoke. One by one the other guard arrived. Jake was slack jawed.

"So what do you think squirt," Bart spoke. "Care to challenge me in the pillow fight?"

He nodded in excitement and the games commenced.

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Robert, Chloe, and Oliver stayed back to give them time to play in the jousting games.

After 30 minutes, the king left. Oliver and Chloe left not soon after. Oliver led her to the front of the cabin to where Scatlock was hitched up.

"Cool." she smiled as Oliver lifted her up onto the saddle.

"I wish I could see Jake's face when my father shows up on Rumbler." he smiled.

"Long live the King," she smiled cheekily and kissed Oliver before he mounted behind her and nudged Scatlock forward.

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All the boys were tired and Jake had a fistful of ribbons. The men stood watching the son show his father his ribbons with pride. One by one all the guard he bested came up to him and shook his hand then moved to stand around the stone table.

"You know, all big ceremonies were done kind of like this." his father spoke. "After a feat of bravery or strength the King would reward the winner by dubbing them a knight." Jeannie was busy snapping pictures, in awe of the men in her life. 'wow' Jake mouthed. "Son, why don't you go sit on that stone that looks like a throne so your mom can get some pictures."

"You too poppa?" he asked a little afraid.

"You first." he spoke and reached, picked his son up and put him on the table. The boy's entire demeanor changed. He held his head high, and walked with grace to the throne. He then sat very regally.

"Arthur was just a young boy just a few years older than you when he became king." Jeannie spoke.

"And, and he had a magickan right?"

'Magician," Quinn corrected with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, he could do stuff, and made things happen." he spoke.

"That he could." he smiled.

Jake just giggled, "You guys are cool," he told all the knights. He then moved from the throne to his poppa and gave him a big bear hung. "I love you poppa," he whispered. "I know that once you told me that you're not my for reals poppa, but you are," he smiled and hugged him again. "always."

"So." a voice boomed from over their shoulder. Jake went rigid and turned to see King Robert on his great horse, Rumbler, break through the trees. The light of the torches made his crown seem like it was glowing. "Was there a champion declared this day?" he asked smiling. All the men dropped to bended knee and bowed there heads. The woman curtsied. "Be at ease." he spoke and everyone resumed standing. Tie moved to take the reigns from the King as he dismounted. He turned to the stone and stepped up onto it and took a seat on the throne. Quinn, knelt behind his son and whispered in his ear, and he just shook his head.

"Young Jacob, Sire," Tie spoke. "Bested us all this day, he is your champion."

"Very well indeed." he smiled. "Jacob, when I heard what was being planned for you, I had hoped you wouldn't mind me joining in. I'm no King Arthur, just a king." he smiled warmly.

"And we don't get to play as much as we used to and this was pretty cool." Franq spoke.

"We looked up some of the games that used to be played and thought that would be kind of fun," Cal spoke.

"And we had a lot of fun helping your poppa set this all up." Jon added.

"It was great to be reminded of how much fun horseplay is," Tony spoke.

Jake looked around confused. He turned to his father, "Really?"

"Yes, son, really, they wanted to help." he smiled. His son turned and gave his father a great big hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." Quinn just whispered soothing Baldivian nonsense to him.

"Young Jacob," King Robert spoke. The boy turned slowly. "As the winner of the Knights games it is my distinct honor to reward you," he smiled. All present cheered a loud and resounding, "Huzzah!" Jacob blushed. "I know you have proven yourself worthy with feats of strength but the Kings Champion was also very virtuous. He was the upholder of all good and honorable things. Is that you Jacob? Are you a good boy?"

He thought for a minute, then nodded vigorously. "I eat my veggies, clean my room, and help my momma."

"Those are pretty good things,"

"Indeed they are Sire," Oliver spoke as Scatlock came through the trees. Every one again adhered to royal protocol. He reigned his horse to stop and dismounted then helped Chloe off. He handed the reigns to Jet. He winked at Chloe as he moved to get onto the table and stand by his father. "By virtue and feats of bravery, he is indeed Champion of this field. If it please you father, I would like to present you a blade for the honor." He pulled from his belt a cloth covered something. Robert unwrapped and Jake's eyes widened in shock.

"You all may stand, please." King Robert spoke. "Jacob, please come and kneel before us." Jake's legs wouldn't move. Quinn helped his son to stand. Jake grabbed onto his hand and wouldn't let go.

"It's alright son," Quinn spoke in his ear.

Jake made his way slowly toward the throne and as he approached he held a hand up. "Wait, something is missing," he spoke and turned to Tony. "Do you mind?" he asked.

Tony only smiled and nodded and with a simple gestured a thick pad of greenery grew at the Kings feet, enough for Jake to kneel comfortably. "Much better, sorry, please kneel child." he smiled. Jacob gulped, nodded, then kneeled.

"Jacob," King Robert continued. "Congratulations on your wins on the jousting field. I also have to say thank you. I thank you for keeping alive the child in all of us," He paused. He then reached and touched the blade to each of Jacob's shoulders. "I dub thee King's Champion of the Jousting field. An honor that is indeed first of it's kind. Keep the ribbons as a reminder of your great feats of strength and keep this blade, it was Oliver's when he was your age. Jacob may you always be blessed with strength and virtue; arise Champion." He handed the dagger to Jacob who looked at it in wonder then tucked into his belt like a real knight. Again a loud "Huzzah," was heard from the crowd. Jacob stood and turned and ran to poppa and hugged him in the biggest hug ever, he turned to where his momma stood moved to her and hugged her just as intensely.

"I love you momma," he whispered.

"I love you too baby boy." she spoke through her tears.

"Jacob," Oliver spoke. The boy turned to look at the Prince. "There is one more thing." Jake turned to the Prince, " At the coronation, well, it would our honor if you were to be a part of it." he smiled.

"Huh?" he squeaked.

"Will you hand the Couer de Baldivia, the globe that represents patience and virtue to me? I will then hand it to Oliver," the King spoke. The crowd was silent. The only sound was the leaves of the trees being rustles by a slight breeze. "What do you say?" Jake turned to his father then back to his mother. Tears were steadily sliding down her cheeks, his father was beaming with pride. Jake nodded.

Jake just looked at the dagger in his belt, then at his father and then at the Prince and King. His eyes were filled with tears. He ran and hugged the King. Robert just smiled. Oliver knelt and was the next to receive a ginormous hug. "Thank you." he whispered.

"No Jake," he spoke moving to look him in the eyes. "thank you." he spoke. "Now," he stood and turned to face where Chloe was standing, and wiping tears off her face. "I challenge you Angel, to the pillow fight." She just shook her head no. Oliver removed his crown and handed it to his father. "Come on now you aren't….. afraid…..are you?" he grinned wickedly.

"Oh no you didn't just go there." she grinned. He laughed and shrugged arrogantly. "You're on, Highness," she spoke with fierce determination and marched over to the set up.

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As the evening wound down, the group began to thin. The weekend had flown by and reality was sneaking upon them at a high rate of speed. Jake had fallen asleep during dinner, literally with a spoon in his mouth eating ice cream. Quinn and Jeannie went to put him to bed and called it a night. Franq and Sabine followed soon after to put Lyla to bed. Then it was Jet, Lexa and Nina. Nina was worn out from staying with Sabine and Lyla who didn't make it to the site, and they had played hard. After all was said and done it was just Chloe, Oliver, Victor and A.C, in the living room. Bart had taken off again. Chloe made him promise to stop by later to tell her all about his girlfriend. A.C took it upon himself to relay the story of Victor and Attila the Hard drive.

"Ha, ha, ha," Victor spoke.

Chloe caught on to all the hidden innuendo in the story and was happy that Victor may have finally met his match. Frustrated and tired he excused himself to bed. A.C also excused himself from the cabin, wanting to go to his new place and settle in.

That left Chloe and Oliver alone in front of the fire place drinking wine.

"What an amazing welcome," she smiled up at him. "Drama, action, adventure."

"Life with me will never be boring," he smiled.

"Oh that's for sure," she yawned. "excuse me," she blushed. "So now what?"

"Back to normal life, at least for awhile."

"Normal?"

"Well as normal as it can be when one is going to become a King." he grinned.

"That's what I thought." she teased and yawned again.

"Come on Angel, lets get you to bed," he stood and held a hand to her. "It's been a long and fun weekend," he smiled. Chloe took his hand and let him pull her up. He then scooped her up into his arms. "And I want you well rested." he added as he kissed her.

"The adventure of the rest of our lives starts tomorrow." he grinned and carried her upstairs to their room.