Chp 34 summer convoy

Trans-Canadian highway June 1:

We travel down the forested road; little do we see

as the boys are like a sponge glued to the front screen.

Every place is new, everything a scream.

Traveling down the road thru forest green.

Along the forgotten highways, park, and thing to see, feel be.

of playing in the shadows among tall trees.

My boys are like a dream, making me smile and scream.

My men, my boys. My family. My living dream.

I write some louse prose, as we cruise down the trans-Canadian highway from sea to sea. Grace and Elliot are arguing on the CB. Ray is helping Alex and Fred, the two inept campers we ever seen. Clint and Leia are in Memphis on Elliot new project; a green hospital wing. So, it's just us. We needed a break from Seattle. Kate and Emma are with the Parents. Elliot started with a bimbo trio. After the second day, he's alone. They left after Chris walked a rattlesnake thru to show them. the poor baby death machine was scared and frighten. Chris walked deep into the woods and set him free.

Kate is having a blast fighting with Elliot. I think she has a crush, I know she use to have one. Emma is being chased by Langley. Elliot has taken to the boy's, more little brothers to protect and play with. Mia has been their friend in school from day one. She is in love with being an aunt. The Grands' are overjoyed with their new great grand kids. Perfect gentlemen, well as perfect as genius and mischievous boys can be. James's loves to lay in Grandma T arms while Grandpa T reads to him. Langley is more the sports addict like Mia and Elliot and Chris.

James is sitting in the copilot seat helping Chris navigate. The two of them look more father and son than brother's. Gail is knitting and humming to the sound track of Evita. As I write bad prose and edit a friend manuscript. It good, but I think I can help make it better.

Gail Jones recently widowed, housekeeper, pseudo mother to the boys, has a natural empathy for us, particulate me. She has in the short time become a surrogate mother for me, Leia, and Alex. I had hope her and Ray. But a last only friends. Ray is sparking a mystery women across the Sound, very secret and tempting. She is now our housekeeper, we all love it. The boys have continuity, I have someone I can trust in the house, and Chris has someone who doesn't take his shit, but still loves him.

Langley and Emma are with the parents this leg. While Kate is with Elliot keeping him company and frustrated. He hasn't got one answer right in the travel trivia game hotly contested over the CB. I hear a Jack London question a leap for the CB. Yes. I win I check the score.

"James my score?" "Sure Anna. Third by eight." "Yes! no dishes! for me tonight!" I should get up a do my happy dance, but I suspect Chris who's just in front of Last place Elliot would get mad. Making me not cum tonight after the kids are asleep.

I reflect on the lawyers and Gail tale. We sit in a law office. A portly guy of sixty leads us thru the legal tangle of Christian's birth family. The Steiner clan is tale of privilege and power gone amok. The family split into two with the birth of Fraternal twins. The boy was tall, broad, driven, and narcissistic, truly mad with himself and wealth and power. How he used and threw away women, like paper towels.

Each of his sons have a different mother, but mostly the same tale. Sex, drugs, addiction and death. The sister took all the kids in she could find, or knew about. She couldn't find Chris, not till one of Graces flyer landed on her desk. They all inherited his hair, looks and ruthless brains. Not to mention his violent and uncontrollable temper. Kurt Steiner died just after James birth. Drugs, alcohol and fast cars ended him on the road to The Hamptons. The sister was able to cure the boy's, as I have help tame the demons in Chris.

She told them about their brother when she realized her time was nearing. How she had doubts and hopes he would be good for them. But cancer took her live too soon to contact and understand him. But she's' gifted me with son's, I know brother-in-law's, but I can only think and feel of them as son's my son's. The legal adoption was already setup. The judge had no problem signing the legal. Alex tells me this will fast track our paperwork for adopting more. I smile at my sis, as I nods yes till my head hurts, like a bobble head on cobblestones.

Chris is stunned that the Steiner empire is his. The boys have trust funds. But the company is Chris's. the evil, self-service company his father build, cheating, crushing, and ruining people to create and build to the massive juggernaut it is. Roz is orgasming at the thought of taking over and breaking apart the evil empire.

Grace introduced her the Dr. Chase sister Gwen. What a collision of wills. I've never seen Roz retreating with her tail between her legs. Roz looked totally lost and in love, and fighting hard to not be as the gravity of Gwen pulls her into the sand beast. Gwen is to strong and self-aware to let Roz get away with anything. I hear wedding bells.

I wish we could have known Anastasia Wadesworth better before her death. I've never meet anyone with my name before. Maybe its fate that the two women in their lives are both Anastasia. I ruffle James hair and kiss the driver ear, letting my tongue promise tonight. If the weather holds pup tents and smores. With Grace's Christmas present, camp pie makers, her and Mia love them, the variety and imagination. Dam! Grace pick up a triple card score. I'm in danger of dish tonight.

Poor Bruiser was wild after the boys showed up. He wasn't sure who to guard or help, or just be near. I solved the problem by getting Teller, a four-year-old Malinois ex-military security dog. The kids named him because he tells on them. So, the two dogs are cool. Teller is able to be the boys dog and bruiser mine. Chis gets to walk and pooper scoop both. Langley has worked out a way to use Teller to win Emma heart, at least a vacation girlfriend.

The Grey men, I think of them as Greys at the adoption; they opted to change their last name to Grey. Carrick balled so hard I thought his eyes would pop out. Grace was speechless for hours, just a silly grin. Grandma T snooped dance in the court hallway with me and the boys. Women chasing, those dam good looks. Going to give me gray hairs before adolescent is over.

Xxxxxx

We're making for a campground at Lake Regina, I took second in the trivia so no dish tonight. Mia was cooking in three campers for the last hour, so food is hot and ready as soon as the camp is set. The boys have pup tents with the CPOs'. Teller already chased a tabloid photographer from the camp ground. Bruiser is sulking, only male dogs about, and no press to chase. I cuddle my dog as the men return with firewood and tales of fish they plan to catch. I see Kate smirk at Elliot, he's got it bad, so bad. I wonder if my friend will turn into my future sister-in-law before we reach Montreal, when the girls must leave.

Late that night. The camp is dark, quiet, as we lay under blankets next to the embers of the fire. Watching the sky. Telling tales of hero and heroine fighting monsters in the heavenly sky canvas. The boys cuddle into us. Me and James, Chris and Langley. We hear the soft snores as we bundle them to bed in their tents. Each a fortress of solitude, a private playground of taste and imagination.

Chris holds me in his arms, leaning against the picnic table. We watch the falling ember of heavenly strife, of nature's awesome cycle of live and death. I use to wish for kids, to have Chris kids. I've, we've grown up. Any kids we pick or are blessed with are our kids.

Parenting is not biology, it's humanity, empathy, and above all else common sense and unconditional love. We believe we have that in buckets. It's time we used it.

I think the boys could use some angst and strife in their happy little world, a sister or two, maybe really torture Chris and get three. I smile into the embraces as he whispers into my ear. "I love you, but two daughters' is the limit"