Summary: SEQUEL TO FLYING TOGETHER…a continuation of the life and times of the mighty ducks…Focus on Dean, Charlie, Connie, Guy, Adam and Julie…again. What can I say, they're my 6 favorite characters!

Disclaimer: The Mighty Ducks and all its characters belong to Disney. I do not own any of it!

Grown-ups

By Rebecca

Chapter 3: Long Day

Adam finished off the last set of reps, dropped the weights with a loud clang and slugged back his water bottle just as Julie appeared at the top of the basement steps.

            She was looking tired lately, and Adam didn't like it. He wiped the sweat from his brow and crossed the room to meet her.

            "Jules are you ok/"

            She gave a half smile, "Just tired lately. Today was a…long day."

            Adam nodded and turned to the wet bar at the back of the basement. Julie would've married Adam Banks if he'd lived in a cardboard box. But she couldn't help but admit that having a rich husband definitely had its advantages. The basement alone, not only had a bar, but a complete state of the art entertainment system, a card table, pool table, bathroom and separate weight and fitness area. The walls of course were adorned with hockey paraphernalia, the prized possessions being her and Adam's old duck jerseys. Any other wife would insist on at least some other knick-knacks to balance out the sports, but with Adam playing center for the Detroit Redwings, and Julie's growing reputation as a personal trainer, the room suited them both perfectly.

            Julie lowered herself to the cream-colored sofa and stretched out. "Dean made it home ok."

            Adam closed the fridge and came out from behind the bar, joining his wife, sitting on the end table next to her, "He finally called?"

            "Umm, no," she sighed, "I just called him.

            He nodded, "I'm not surprised. I think it's hardest on him."

            "It's hard on all of us."

            "Oh I know, just…we've all sort of fallen out of touch over the years…but they were partners. Dean made it out and Fulton didn't."

            She nodded, "I know, I know…" she finished in a whisper, "It's awful."

            Adam watched in concern as her eyes glazed over. "Honey?" he put down his drink and knelt beside her, "Are you ok/"

            "Oh," she moaned, "I'm ok. I'm just," she sat up and rubbed her belly, "haven't been feeling well lately."

            Adam moved up to the couch and put his arm around her, "You want me to call your guys tomorrow? Cancel the sessions?"

            "No no. I'll be ok. I'm just…" she yawned, "really tired."

            She leaned against his chest out of habit and settled comfortably into his arms. Before he knew it, she was fast asleep.

            Adam checked his watch—9:50. Not like Jules. He waited for a while until her breathing had slowed and slid out from behind her, laying her against a throw pillow. He sighed, draping a North Stars blanket over her and stroked her hair. If she was that tired, he didn't dare wake her up. But he was worried…even scared.

            Finally, after a few more hours of watching her, reading up on player stats and game updates that he'd set aside in the past few days, he kissed her lightly on the forehead and headed up to bed.

            Morning came, and Julie had exactly 2 seconds to realize she spent the night in the basement, before she rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

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