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May 31st, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Silence.

Some say silence is golden.

Silence can be soothing. Silence can be needed. Or...silence can be your worst enemy.

The silence throughout the house was the loudest thing that Elizabeth had ever heard. There was no family visiting, no children laughing, no Becky to talk to.

Just silence.

This silence was not golden.

Charlotte and Frank had picked up Grace, William and the kids and taken them for dinner and ice cream, while Jack was out working on the ranch, finally getting back to the repairs from the storm that had come through over a month earlier. He and Lee were in the indoor arena replacing three windows that had blown out. This left Elizabeth in the house alone...for the first time since Becky's arrival.

She stood at the windows of her bedroom that overlooked the back yard, staring at the playground, then her eyes moved to her studio. Unable to take the thunderous roar of the empty house any longer, she grabbed her boots and headed down the stairs and out to her studio.

With a blank canvas on the easel, her paints covering the palette in an array of small globs, and a brush in her hand, she sat on her adjustable stool, arms on her lap, and stared. She had no inspiration to paint anything as she glared at the white canvas. She felt as if it was mocking her.

Tears clouded her vision as she dipped her paint brush into the daub of black paint on the palette. She swiped the brush across the white slate, not in her usual controlled strokes. But in a mess of madness. She pounded the bristles straight into the board, splattering ink across the canvas. She dipped the brush into the dark blue, striking it back and forth, mixing with the black. With no image in mind, only rampant anger, she continued in this manner until the majority of the canvas was covered in dark colors, mixing together like murky chaos.

She picked up the canvas and heaved it across the building, hitting the glass mason jars, sending them crashing to the floor.

"Beth!" Jack shouted as he ran into the building. "What are you doing?" He had been on his way down to check her broken studio window when he saw her throw the painting.

When she turned around and he saw the anguish on her face, he immediately had his arms around her, holding her firmly against him. The brush was still in her hand and a muddied color of brown from all the paints mixing together, was swiped across his chest. He felt Elizabeth slump into his arms and he lifted her up, supporting her, trying to get her to stand on her feet.

Jack lowered himself to the floor, bringing Elizabeth down with him. Once seated, he pulled her across his lap, holding her tight, rocking her slightly. "It's okay, Baby," he said, caressing her hair with his hand. "It's okay." His voice was soft and soothing. "Shhhh," he said, rocking her more as her body shook with sobs.

Elizabeth had cried plenty since Becky had passed, but she had never let herself fully mourn the loss of her friend. Trying to stay strong for Blake, she had held much of it back. Until now. She was unable to stop, her body overtaken with emotion. Every ounce of stress, anxiety, fear, and sadness was left on the studio floor in a flash flood of tears.

Turning on his lap, Elizabeth faced him, straddling his legs. She grabbed his face with her hands and began kissing him, hard and eager. Jack pulled her back by her arms, stopping her.

"Beth, what are you doing?"

"Please. I need you," she said, returning her lips to his. Her hands fumbled at the front of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and moving to the zipper.

Jack cupped her face with his hands and pushed her back once more. "Beth," he simply said, staring into her swollen, red eyes. "Please. Talk to me."

Letting out a harsh breath, she straightened and looked at her husband. "I only knew her for barely over a month. What is wrong with me? Why do I hurt so much?"

With his hands still on her cheeks, Jack pulled her to him and kissed her softly. "Because you love with your whole heart, Beth. You lost a true friend."

Elizabeth nodded and looked into his eyes. "Make love to me," she said, not moving.

"I would love to, Baby. But I'm pretty sure I'm sitting on a large piece of glass."

"Oh, my gosh," she shouted, scrambling off of his lap.

Once standing, she pulled him to his feet. He turned around, twisting his body, trying to see his backside, as Elizabeth bent down and inspected the area, finding a piece of the green glass hanging from his jeans. She carefully pulled it out of the fibers of the denim and handed it to Jack.

He rubbed his butt as he turned the shard of glass in his hand. "Yep, that would be it," he winked, trying to add levity to the moment.

Elizabeth chuckled for only a second, then stepped forward, pulling his arms around her. Jack let the piece of glass fall to the floor as his wife's lips met his. There was a real longing...wanting...behind her kisses, and Jack didn't stop her this time. He moved his hands into her hair, pulling her closer, their kiss deepening. He gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled them up. She locked her legs around him, and he carried her out of the studio, across the yard, and through the sliding glass door into the basement.

He lowered her onto the leather couch and stared down at her, seeing the hurt and desire mixed in her eyes. He could almost see a storm brewing within the blue. He longed for her pain to go away, and did what he could to distract her from it.

…..

Jack was lying on the couch, Elizabeth in his arms, as both drew in deep breaths, slowing their rapid heartbeats.

"Thank you," she said, kissing his chest. Jack laughed and Elizabeth tipped her face toward his. "What are you laughing at?"

"You don't usually...thank me...for this."

Finding the humor now, she joined him and began to laugh. "Yes, I suppose I should have finished the sentence."

Jack pulled her chin up and kissed her lips. "I know what you meant, but it was still funny."

Elizabeth sighed and laid her head against his chest. She traced the outline of each muscle that made up his abs, circling each segment with her finger. Jack squirmed slightly when she reached his ticklish spot just below his ribs, and she grazed across the area a few more times. Each time, he would jerk to the side and tighten his grip on her arm.

"Beth," he finally warned her.

Taking no heed, she flipped onto her knees, straddling him, and began to tickle him with both hands either side of his six-pack.

"Beth!" he shouted, trying to move, but she was sitting on his legs. "I'm serious," he added, grabbing her waist.

Squeezing her sides sent her buckling over, lying on top of him now, freeing him to roll her off the couch and onto the floor. Now, with him on top of her, he retaliated and began tickling her in her many sensitive areas. Screams and laughter now filled the silence of the house as the couple continued until they were both in tears...a different kind of tears this time.

Dropping down beside her, he drew her into him and they held each other as their laughter slowly came to an end.

"I love you, Beth," he said, pulling her hair back, revealing her ear and neck. "You have no idea how good it is to hear your laugh again."

"Yours, too," she added, turning in his arms to face him. "Thank you for bringing mine back." She brushed her hand along his cheek.

Jack glanced at his watch, then back to his wife. "Well, hate to break the news, but your parents and mine will be back with the kids in a few minutes."

"What? Already?" She hurried to her feet and gathered up her clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Jack sat up and rested his arm on his bent knee. Shaking his head, he laughed at the reaction of his wife. Grabbing his boxer briefs, he pulled them on, followed by his jeans. When Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom, she was fully dressed and stared at her husband, who still had no shirt on.

Shaking her head, she let out a "mmm."

"What is that?" Jack asked, looking at her with a pinched face. "You look like you're about to eat me."

"I just might," she said, walking to him. She kissed him along his chest, then gently bit his nipple.

"Ow," he called out in an exaggerated voice.

"All of this," she said, motioning her hands across his torso, "is just...well...mmmm."

"Wow, okay. So, I'm a piece of meat to you." Laughing, he moved his arms around her waist and pulled her firmly against him.

"A piece of meat? No," she answered, grinning. "But you are a piece of art."

"Ohhhhh...okay. I think we need to get upstairs and get you something to eat. You're delirious."

Giggling, Elizabeth took his hand and the couple walked up the steps and into the kitchen. A few minutes later, there was a quick knock on the door, then three kids burst into the house, filling it with excited, little voices.

…..

June 1st, 2014 – Crossroads Cowboy Church

Frank stepped up to the pulpit and looked out over the crowd. It was a bit larger than it had ever been on a Sunday morning. He searched the new faces and began to recognize many from Becky's funeral. A smile took residence on his face as he saw the impact that she was already having on the community. He opened his Bible and turned to Acts.

"Today, I am going to talk about Acts 3:19. Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord."

Frank smiled internally as he spoke. He already had this sermon planned and written, so seeing all these new faces with them today, he knew it was what God wanted him to share.

…..

After the service, as Jack visited with his family near the front of the church, Mason approached him and tapped Jack's shoulder.

"Got a second?" he asked.

"Of course," Jack said, handing Peyton over to William before stepping out of the group and joining Mason a few feet away.

"I just wanted to let you know something. Becky's story really touched me. It got me reevaluating my own life."

"That's wonderful, Mason. That's exactly what she wanted."

"But it wasn't just her."

"Okay?"

"It was also you. I see a real change in you. A sincere happiness in your eyes that's never been there before, even with all your wins. Your entire family carries it."

Jack looked back to his wife, mother, brother, and everyone else, knowing exactly what Mason was talking about. "Yes, Mason. They absolutely do." He looked back to his friend. "And so can you."

"I know that now. I didn't know Becky as well as some of the others, but she was always a very sweet girl. She's been missed at the rodeos, but now her absence will be even more noticeable. I want to keep her name alive by changing my own path and sharing it with others."

Jack lifted his hand to Mason's shoulder and pulled him in for a hug.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that," Jack said as he patted his friend's back.

Jack reintroduced Mason to Frank and the two men shared contact information. When Mason left, Jack moved to Frank and placed his arm across his stepfather's shoulders.

"I just had an idea," Jack said, smiling, his dimples out. "We need to start a cowboy Bible study."

"Yes!" Tom almost shouted. "That's perfect."

"Absolutely," Lee added.

"I'll get right on it," Frank said, enjoying the enthusiasm from the younger men in his life. "And I think you should lead it," he added, looking at Jack.

"What? No," he said, shaking his head. "No, you should."

"They will connect with someone their own age much better. I can help you with the lessons."

"I don't know."

"Come on, Jack," Tom pleaded. "We can do it together."

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Well, okay then. I guess we're going to do this."

They visited a little longer regarding some of the details, and even spoke of possibly having them at the rodeos on weekends they would be away. Elizabeth beamed at the result of Becky entering their lives...it just kept going. "Becky would be so happy right now," she finally said, her eyes glistening, her smile big.

Jack moved his arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Yes, she would.

…..

June 3rd, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Elizabeth was standing by the large windows in the living room, looking out across the valley when her dad entered. She was sipping her coffee watching the early morning sun trying to make an appearance in the midst of the spectacular sunrise that was painted across the sky.

"Good morning, Beth," William said, moving in beside her.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"As well as can be expected, I suppose," she answered, then took another drink.

"Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you about something."

Elizabeth turned to face her father, and leaned her shoulder against the glass. "Of course."

"I just wanted to let you know that your mother and I are extremely proud of the woman that you've become."

"Thank you, Daddy," she replied, sensing there was more.

"Of all of my daughters, I thought you'd be the one that would stay in New Hampshire. So, that's why I was so upset when you decided to move out here. I was being selfish, and I was angry. At the time, I thought I was angry with you, but I see now that I was angry at myself for not supporting you like I should have."

"Dad, really, it's fine. It was so long ago."

"No, I want you to know this. You were my little girl...and you always will be. But I can see now, that God had a different plan for you than I did. You were clearly meant to be here. To help Jack. To help Becky. To be a mother to Blake. I want you to know how dearly sorry I am."

Elizabeth raised her hand to her father's arm. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Beth, you were amazing. What you did for Becky, well, I just don't know anyone that would have done so much." William stepped forward and moved his arms around his daughter. "I am so proud of both you and Jack."

"I don't think any person really knows what they would do in a situation until it's staring you in the face. If you told me about this a few months ago, I would have told you that you're crazy. But seeing her face, seeing Blake's face...there was no other answer."

William encircled his daughter in a tight, love-filled, fatherly hug. "And that's why we are so proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy. I'm going to miss you guys."

"We'll miss all of you, too. We'll try to get back in a few months."

Elizabeth leaned back to look him in the eyes. "Really? I would love that."

"Of course," he replied, kissing her cheek. "We really should get going though."

"Okay," she replied, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. "I'll get Jack."

….

Elizabeth watched out her window as they pulled away from the curb. Her mom and dad disappeared through the doors of the airport after they said their tearful goodbyes. She leaned back into her seat, staring forward now. She watched the blue BMW in front of them, the driver was a man that had his hand hanging out the window, shaking it at someone that had cut him off. Next to the BMW was a silver Dodge Challenger, and the driver constantly stepped on the gas, causing the engine to rev over and over, showing off the horsepower under the hood. These were the moments that made her thankful that she lived in the peaceful, quiet country.

"I miss gamma," Peyton said, her lip out, quivering.

Elizabeth turned in her seat slightly, looking at the three sad kids in the back, "Me, too."

"When we see again?" Colton asked.

"Grandpa said they would try to make it back in a few months."

"That long time. That like a year," Peyton added.

Jack and Elizabeth both began to laugh. "Yes, baby," Elizabeth said. "That's a long time."

The kids began to chat back and forth as their parents listened, laughed and answered when needed. One of Jack's favorite things to do was to turn on their music and watch them in the rear-view mirror. They would swing their arms and dance, and belt out their music as loud as they could. VeggieTales was their favorite, and they were currently singing "Oh, Where is My Hairbrush."

Watching life in the rear-view mirror was sometimes the best view.

…..

June 5th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Elizabeth was sitting on the couch reading a book when Blake came running down the stairs and into the living room.

"Mommy!" he shouted, then froze. Remembering.

Elizabeth was quickly to her feet as she saw the little boy's face go from smiling to instant tears. She knelt in front of him, wrapping her arms around him.

"I forgot," he said in between sobs. "I forgot."

"I know. I do that, too, sometimes."

Blake pulled back and looked at her. "Really?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, I turned to talk to her just yesterday."

Blake moved back into her arms as she held him, his head on her shoulder. "I miss Mommy so much."

"So do I. And that's okay. We can miss her as much as we need to." Elizabeth could feel Blake nod against her shoulder.

…..

June 7th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Elizabeth lowered the hammer after placing the picture hanger in the wall in just the right location. She was sitting sideways on the top bunk in the boys' room and the painting of Becky and Blake sat beside her. She picked it up and rested it on her legs as she stared at the long brunette hair of the woman.

Elizabeth had been surprised at how hard she'd taken Becky's death. The day Becky arrived at their home, when they first began to talk, Elizabeth wanted this woman out of her house. How dare this woman show up with a child of Jack's when Elizabeth couldn't give him more? But that thought was quickly squashed as she began to learn about the woman who changed their world.

Elizabeth and Becky had soon become friends, and Elizabeth thought to herself, if it had been a different time, a different place, under different circumstances...Becky could have been as close to her as Rosie is. She was missing her friend. She was missing their talks, as they had spent many days sitting on the couch, talking about all aspects of life.

She let out a hard breath, then positioned the painting over the hanger, and placed it on the wall next to Blake's bed. Picking up the hammer, she climbed down the small ladder and proceeded down the stairs.

Peyton was running past the steps when Elizabeth neared the bottom, a large stuffed teddy bear was in the little girl's hand.

"Hi, Mommy," she shouted as she passed by.

"Hey, where did you get that?" Elizabeth asked as she stepped down onto the floor.

Peyton stopped and turned. "It Blakey's. He's sad, so I bring to him."

"Oh, okay. That's fine." She watched as her daughter with a heart of gold, handed the stuffed animal to Blake.

Elizabeth leaned against the wall and watched the children. Peyton had rejoined Colton on the floor, as Blake remained on the couch, clutching onto the teddy bear his mother had given him a few weeks prior. Blake had his good days and bad. One day, he'd be playing with his brother and sister, the next, he'd spend hours on the couch. Elizabeth felt much the same, so she understood and tried to comfort him as much as she could.

She felt a set of arms move around her waist and Elizabeth tipped her head back against her husband's chest. A set of warm, moist lips pressed against her neck. She closed her eyes and let out a breath of relief.

With his mouth next to her ear, Jack asked, "How are you doing today?"

"I'll be okay," she simply answered, her eyes still closed. "But I don't know about Blake."

Jack's arms tightened around his wife's small waist, as he pressed his cheek to hers. Watching his oldest son, he replied, "He will be. With time."

Elizabeth reached a hand up, sliding her fingers into the back of his hair, holding his head beside hers. They remained this way, watching their kids. Peyton and Colton continuously took turns going to Blake, asking him if he wanted to play, or if he needed another toy, or if he wanted a snack. Their hearts were so big, their souls so deep, at a young three and a half years old.

"We really have three children," Elizabeth stated, her eyes moving from one child to the next.

"We sure do." Jack kissed her cheek, then let out a breath. The heat rolled down Elizabeth's neck, along with the goosebumps it created on her skin.

"Happy birthday, Cowboy," she said, turning her head to meet his lips with hers.

A knock sent the twins to their feet and they began running to the door.

"Hey, nope!" Jack said loudly, shaking his finger at them. "You know better than that."

They stopped and stood side by side, waiting for their daddy to open the door so they could see who it was. When he did, they squealed and ran into the waiting arms of Charlotte and Frank. Blake was on his knees, peeking over the back of the couch, his chin resting on top of the cushion.

After their hugs, they set the twins down, and Peyton and Colton returned to their toys.

"Happy birthday, dear," Charlotte said as she hugged her son.

"Thanks, Ma."

"Doing anything special?"

"No. We're just hanging around here for the kids."

"How's he doing?" Charlotte asked, looking at Blake, who was still watching them.

"The same," Jack answered.

"We actually stopped by to talk to you about something. We had the idea that maybe if we get him out of here for a while, get him in a different atmosphere, he'll be able to think about something other than his mom." Charlotte turned and spoke quietly so Blake couldn't hear her.

"Beth and I were actually just talking about that this morning. What did you have in mind?"

"Camping and trail riding before your next rodeo. Then we can all drive over to the rodeo for the day."

"That sounds like a great idea," Elizabeth stated. "What do you think, Jack?"

"Sounds perfect. I'll call Tom and Lee so we can all get together to make plans."

"I'm going to check on Blake," Charlotte stated as she stepped toward the little boy. As she approached the couch, Blake turned and sat down, keeping his eyes on his grandmother. "Hi, sweetie."

"Hi, Grandma." A sadness still resided in his eyes and his voice was quiet and reserved.

Charlotte sat down next to him and pulled him onto her lap. "Why aren't you playing with Colt and Peyton?"

"I don't know." Blake leaned his back against his grandma and watched his brother and sister as they played with the toy piano.

"It looks like they are having fun," she said as she brushed his hair back.

"Yeah."

"Let's go see what Grandpa is doing." Charlotte moved Blake from her lap, stood, and took his hand. They walked to the kitchen together, where Frank, Jack, and Elizabeth were sitting around the island, drinking coffee.

"Coffee, Ma?" Jack asked, holding out a cup for her.

"Thank you, dear."

Blake walked over to where Frank was sitting and the man lifted the little boy onto his lap.

"How are you doing today, Blake?" Frank asked.

"Okay," Blake answered, his tone saying otherwise.

"Want to go outside and play?"

"No."

Jack leaned onto the counter toward his son, "How about we get all the ponies out and you, Colt and Peyton can ride in the arena."

Blake lifted his gaze to his daddy, "All by myself?"

Jack nodded, "Sure."

A grin spread across the little boy's face and moved off Frank's lap and ran toward the twins.

…..

With each pony saddled and ready to go, Jack led all three out to the arena where the rest of the family had gathered. One by one, Jack got the children on the back of their pony, gave guidance and direction, then let them walk off across the arena.

"Not so hard," Jack would call out occasionally, reminding the kids not to pull on the ponies' mouths.

They watched Blake as he easily moved his pony around the pen. After walking around for a bit, Blake kicked Doodle into a run and tore across the arena.

Jack stepped forward and was about to call out his name to stop, but as the little boy passed by, Jack could see that his son had complete control and was laughing. Loud, deep to the belly, laughter. Jack looked back behind him at his family and found his wife and mother, both in tears. As he ran by the second time, they could see a new light in his eyes, replacing the one that had extinguished when his mother passed.

The family stayed back, and quietly watched as Blake ran around the arena, over and over. Little Doodle almost looked as if he was enjoying it just as much as Blake. The twins stayed in the center of the arena, walking one direction, then the other. Jack crossed the dirt toward them, and taking a rein from each, he began to jog across the arena, bringing Daisy and Peanut up to a trot. The twins bounced and giggled the entire way, as they clutched to the saddle horns. When he reached one end, Jack turned and began to run faster, causing the ponies to transition into a lope. Peyton and Colton were now laughing as hard as Blake, joined in by the adults. The air was filled with the sweet melody of joy and ponies' hooves hitting the dirt, as all three kids had the time of their lives.

…..

Jack was sitting at the dining room table with the three kids as they finished their supper. Elizabeth had stepped out for a minute and returned with the cake that was covered in candles. She began to sing "Happy Birthday" and was quickly joined in by the kids.

Jack sat grinning as he listened to the kids singing their own lyrics, sometimes happy birfday, sometimes hoppy bitday, and even tappy birtday, dear daddy.

Elizabeth lowered the cake in front of her husband, and the kids watched excitedly as their daddy attempted to blow out the thirty-four candles that covered it. After two hard breaths, they were finally extinguished and the candles and melted wax were removed from the cake.

The little family sat around the table, each biting into the delicious chocolate, chattering about their day. Toddler and adult conversations, giggles and chuckles, and belly deep laughter filled the house as they celebrated the birthday of their daddy.

…..

June 10th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Jack pulled Harley to a stop alongside a wire fence gate. "Hold onto the horn," he said to Colton as he swung his leg out and dismounted the horse. Colton gripped the saddle horn and waited for his daddy.

With one rein in his hand, Jack hooked his arm around the wooden post, pulled it as hard as he could toward the larger, permanent post, and lifted the wire that held it in place. He pulled the wire gate open, and walked Harley through it. With his arm around the post once more, he pulled the fence back and hooked the wire loop over the top.

"You break the fence, Daddy?" Colton asked, watching his father as he closed the gate.

Jack stepped to Harley and laid his hand on Colton's knee. "No, that's a wire gate."

"What a wire gate?"

"Well, I didn't want a permanent gate here, so I made one out of the fence."

"Otay," Colton replied, acting as if he was under a full understanding of what his father meant.

"Okay," Jack said, grinning. He laid one hand on the saddle horn, stepped into the stirrup, and swung his leg over the horse, settling in behind his son. "Are you ready to go back home?"

"Yes!" he shouted, both arms raised into the air as if he was signaling a touchdown.

Jack squeezed Harley into a lope and guided the horse along the fence line, checking it along the way as they returned to the barn.

When Harley was in his stall, watered and fed, Jack took Colton's hand and the pair began walking toward the house.

"Did you have fun, Colt?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes."

"Good. Are you Daddy's little helper?"

"Yes!" the little boy shouted, jumping up and down. "Daddy's helper."

Laughing, Jack picked up his son and lifted him to his hip. "What do you think about Blake living with us? Do you like sharing your room with him?"

"Yes. He's my brotter."

"That's right," Jack replied, his grin covering his lips.

"I love sharing room wit him."

"That's good. Do you like riding your pony? Or a big horse?"

"Big horse wit Daddy. That my favrite."

"Mine, too."

As soon as Jack opened the back door, Blake and Peyton ran from behind the island, both yelling, "Daddy" together.

"We made cookies!" Blake added.

"Cookies? What kind of cookies?" Jack asked his children.

"Choco lit chip," Peyton answered.

"My favorite," Jack stated, lowering Colt to the floor. "Let's wash our hands so we can eat some," he said to his son.

Once washed up, Jack and Colton joined Peyton and Blake and found Elizabeth standing at the sink, washing the mixing bowl.

"Hello, Beautiful," Jack said, kissing his wife's cheek. "You made cookies?"

"The kids did. I just supervised."

"Well, okay. Let's give these cookies a taste then." Jack stepped to the island where they were cooling on a rack. "Oh, still warm," he stated, picking one up and taking a bite. "These are delicious."

"Yeah!" Blake and Peyton shouted, bouncing up and down. Colton, not wanting to be left out, joined in on the celebration.

"Here, kids. You can each have one now," Elizabeth said, handing a cookie to each of them.

"Mmmmm," was muttered by all three as they devoured their first cookie. "More, pease?"

"One more," Elizabeth said, handing them each another one.

"Tank you, Mommy," Peyton said first, followed by Blake and Colton.

"More, pease, Mommy," Jack asked, batting his eyes at his wife.

"You are as bad as them," she said, picking up a cookie and shoving it into his mouth.

With crumbs and chocolate spread across his lips, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, kissing her and wiping his mess across her face. Screaming, she tried to get away, but his grasp was too strong. By the time he released her, she had chocolate smeared across her cheek. Jack moved in, turned her away from the kids, and licked it off.

"Mmmm, you taste good," he said quietly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Elizabeth looked up into his eyes, a sly grin on her face.

"What?" he asked.

She lifted her hand to his face, and unbeknownst to him, her finger was covered in the soft, warm chocolate and she wiped it across his bottom lip. Then stretching onto her toes, she took his lip with hers, licking the sweet chocolate off and biting him slightly.

Jack's eyes widened as he looked down into his wife's bright blue eyes, a quiet growl could be heard from his throat. He bent down and pressed his lips to her ear. "You just wait till tonight."

Elizabeth shuddered, and she closed her eyes until her body returned to normal.

"What we do tonight?" Colton asked, having overheard his father.

Elizabeth pinched her lips together, pinning back the laughter, as Jack turned his head toward his son. "Sleep, son. That's what you're going to do tonight."

"Otay," he innocently replied, still savoring his cookie.

….

June 12th, 2014 – Hope meadows Ranch

Jack and Elizabeth were in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast when they heard a shout from the living room. Both ran to the room just in time to see Blake throw a toy over the couch.

"NO!" he shouted, putting the twins in tears. "I don't want to!"

"Blake!" Jack shouted, taking his hand and kneeling in front of him. "We do not throw toys. What is going on?"

"I told them I didn't want to play. But they keep asking."

"That is no reason to act this way," Jack said, trying to calm his own voice.

"But I don't want to play!" Blake jerked his hand away and ran up the stairs.

Elizabeth started to follow him, but Jack took her arm, "I'll talk to him."

"Okay," she said, moving to the twins. She sat on the floor and pulled both onto her lap, holding them as they cried. "It's okay. He didn't mean anything. He's still hurting."

….

Jack walked into the boy's room where Blake was sitting in the corner, his teddy bear on his lap, his face buried in its fur. Jack sat down next to him and reached behind his son, pulling him onto his lap.

"I know you're hurting. But that's no excuse to act like that."

"But they wouldn't leave me alone."

"I'll have a talk with them," Jack said, brushing his son's hair from his face. "My dad died sixteen years ago today."

Blake straightened and turned to look at his dad. Eyes wide and filled with tears. "Really?"

"Yep," Jack nodded, giving his son a small smile. "And I was...horrible...for many years. I was angry."

"How did he die?"

"He was a bull rider, too. He got hurt at a rodeo by a bull and died."

"Really?"

"Yes. And I got very angry. I did bad things. Sometimes I was a good person, but sometimes I was a bad person. I made lots of people around me sad by the things I did. But you know what?"

"What?"

"It didn't help me feel any better. It actually made me feel worse. So, acting out like that will not bring your mom back. It won't make the pain any less. It won't make you feel better. It just makes everything worse."

Blake stared at Jack. Listening to him intently.

"So, if you are feeling extra sad, or hurt, or angry, I want you to come to me or Elizabeth and talk to us. Okay?"

Blake nodded. "Okay."

Jack pulled his son against him, hugging him tightly. "I have an idea."

Jack moved Blake off his lap and the pair stood. He took the little boy's hand and the two went down to find Elizabeth. Jack whispered something in her ear, she smiled and nodded, then Jack took Blake out to his truck.

As they drove down the highway, from the backseat, Blake finally asked, "Where are we going?"

"We are going to go see the people we are missing today."

With a confused look on his face, Blake watched out the window, trying to figure out what his daddy meant.

Jack made a quick stop at a store where he let Blake pick out something special, then the pair were back on the road. As Jack pulled into the cemetery, he looked in the rear-view mirror to see Blake's reaction. The little boy's eyes were scanning the area, looking for the familiar spot. As Jack slowed the truck to a stop, Blake's eyes locked on the fresh dirt.

Jack lowered his son to the ground and handed him the small bouquet of flowers that he'd picked out. He took his hand and led him to Becky's grave, where they both took a seat next to it.

"We can come here anytime you want."

Blake looked at his daddy and nodded.

"So, if you're ever feeling extra sad or need to talk to her, just let us know and we'll come here."

"Okay, Daddy." Blake looked down at the dirt and the small marker with his mommy's name on it. Looking around at the others, he noticed all the headstones. "Why doesn't Mommy have one of those?" he asked, pointing at the stone next to them.

"We have one ordered, but it takes a while before it's ready. As soon as it is, we'll come back here to see it."

"Okay." The little boy looked at the flowers that he held in his hand. "Do I give these to her?"

"Yes. Let's take the paper off first," Jack said, taking the bundle from his son. After getting the paper wrap and rubber bands removed, he handed them back to Blake. "You can put them in that holder."

"Okay," Blake said as he stood and walked to the metal vase next to the grave marker. Once the flowers were placed inside, he returned to Jack and sat on his lap.

"Do you want to talk to her?"

Blake looked at his daddy with a pinched face. "Mommy can't hear me."

"Sometimes it helps make you feel better if you talk to them. And she can hear you from Heaven."

"She can?"

"I think so. I talk to my dad all the time."

"What do I say?"

"Anything you want."

Blake looked at the small mound, his little heart racing.

"Do you want me to wait for you at the truck so you can talk to her alone?"

Blake gripped Jack's arm that was around him, "No. Stay with me."

"Okay," Jack said, moving his other arm around his son.

"Hi, Mommy," Blake started, unsure what to say. "I miss you." The little boy sat silent for a few minutes before looking back to Jack. "I don't know what to say."

"I'll help you," Jack said, before clearing his throat. "Hi, Becky. I just want you to know that Blake is being a very good boy. He helps with chores around the ranch. He makes his bed every morning. He sure misses you. We all do." Jack paused for a brief moment before continuing. "I also want to let you know that your story didn't end. Many people have heard about your journey. Frank shared it again at your funeral. And several of your friends were at church this past Sunday. Mason wants to learn more about God so he can share the gospel with others. Your legacy is going strong." Jack stopped and tightened his arms around Blake, and pressed his mouth to the top of the little boy's head.

"That was good, Daddy," Blake said, patting Jack's arm.

"Do you want to say anything else?" Jack asked, lowering his face next to Blake's.

"No. Can we just sit here for a little while?"

"Of course."

Blake sat in silence. Looking around the cemetery at the different headstones, back to Becky's grave, a bird flying by...just enjoying being near his mommy. "Can we go now?" he asked, looking up at Jack.

"Sure. But I want to make one more stop before we go."

"Okay."

Jack climbed into the truck and pulled Blake onto his lap. "It's just down here a little way."

He let his son steer as they made their way around the small, curvy road that led through the cemetery. Jack took the wheel when they were near his dad's grave. They got out of the truck and Blake put his hand in Jack's as they crossed the lawn.

"This is my dad," Jack said, taking a seat in the grass next to the headstone.

"Your daddy?" Blake asked, sitting on his own daddy's lap.

"Yes. I'd like to introduce you to him."

"Okay."

Jack reached over and laid his hand on top of the granite. "Hey, Dad. There's someone here that I'd like you to meet. This is Jackson Blake. My son." Jack paused, as if waiting for his father to reply. "His mommy just passed away and we were just visiting her." Jack looked down at Blake. "Do you want to say anything to your grandpa?"

Blake shrugged, his shyness making an appearance. Then he turned and looked at Jack. "I thought Frank was my grandpa."

"He is. But so is my dad. My dad was grandma's husband. But grandma and Frank got married a few years ago so he's your grandpa, too."

"Frank is your daddy now?"

"Frank is my step-dad," Jack explained. "But...yes...actually. Frank kind of is my dad now."

"You have two daddies?"

"Yeah...I guess I do." That was the first time Jack had called Frank his father, but the man had stepped up and helped him so many times, Jack was beginning to think of him as a father figure.

"I have two mommies?"

Jack wrapped his arms around Blake, "Yes, son, you do."

Blake turned in Jack's lap and faced him. He laid his hands on Jack's cheeks and stared into his eyes. "We are the same, Daddy."

Jack swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. "Yes, we are very much the same."

Blake smiled, showing off his dimples. "We both have holes," he said, poking his fingers into his cheeks. Jack laughed and smiled, making his own dimples appear, and Blake stuck his fingers in Jack's. "See? And our eyes," the little boy said, pressing his fingers against his eyelids. Opening his eyes, he looked at his daddy again. "And you have two daddies and I have two mommies."

"That's right."

"And I'm going to ride bulls like you, too."

"Oh, are you. You still want to do that?"

"Yes. I'm going to be a famous bull rider. Just like my daddy."

Jack looked at his dad's headstone. "Did you hear that, Dad? Blake here is going to be a famous bull rider. Just like you and me."

"Grandpa was famous, too?"

"He sure was."

Blake turned and looked back at the engraving on the stone. "Just like Grandpa."

…..

June 17th, 2014 – Hope Meadows Ranch

Jack walked into the kitchen where they were just finishing their breakfast. "Who wants to be Daddy's helper today? I have to go check on Grandma's cattle."

"Me!" Blake and Colton both jumped up, hands stretched into the air, hopping up and down.

"No, tank you," Peyton said, picking up her banana and taking another bite.

"Well, okay then," Jack replied, laughing at his daughter.

"Sounds like you have two eager helpers today, Daddy," Elizabeth said, grinning.

"Let's go, boys," he said, heading toward the door.

"Wait," Blake called out, then ran up the steps. He returned with two pairs of chaps and two cowboy hats.

"We can't go without those," Jack said, sitting in the chair and helping Blake into his chaps.

Elizabeth helped Colton into his, then placed the hat on his head. "Look at that handsome, little cowboy," she said, tapping the top of his hat. She looked at Blake once Jack was finished, "Two handsome, little cowboys."

Blake spun in a circle, showing off his chaps as Colton copied him.

"What about yours?" Elizabeth asked, moving to her husband and laying her arms across his shoulders. She reached up on her toes and kissed him. "You need yours on, too."

Jack encircled her waist with his arms and looked down at her, "Why, so you can watch me put them on again?"

"Maybe," she answered, grinning.

"Happy wife, happy life. I aim to please," he said, stepping back and reaching for his chaps.

In exaggerated movements, he wrapped them around his waist, bent down, sticking his butt out, and zipped up each leg. Pulling the zipper up as slow as he could, he stared at his wife the entire time, as she ran her finger along the rim of her coffee mug. The kids were too busy petting Wyatt near the front door to notice their silly parents.

"That's right, Cowboy. Work that zipper," she said, licking her lips.

Jack straightened and stared at her. "Really?"

"What?" she asked, an innocent look covering her face.

"I'm about to go out and work all day and you do that?"

He quickly moved to her before she could protest, almost dropping her coffee cup. His arms were around her waist and her body pulled firmly against his. He kissed her, ran his tongue along her lips, kissed her neck, her ear, then back to her lips.

Stepping back, he looked at her grinning, "Now think about that all day while I'm out working."

"Okay, I see what you mean," she said, fanning herself and laughing.

…..

Jack was on Harley with the boys riding their ponies beside him. He looked down and began chuckling, watching the boys eating Cheerios from plastic bags. Blake thought they would need a snack since they would be out all morning. The snack lasted a whole thirty minutes before they dug into it.

They slowly made their way across the fields, checking the cattle in each pasture that his mother had asked, with Wyatt keeping close proximity to the kids. The boys took turns pointing at different calves, commenting on their coloring or markings. They were both in full belly laughs at one point when they saw two calves, head-to-head, pushing against each other.

Occasionally, Jack would catch Blake mimicking him. So, to test it out, he removed his hat, wiped his forehead with his arm, then replaced his hat. Blake did the same. Jack grinned and repositioned himself on his saddle, and caught Blake also doing it.

"Hey, Uncle Tommy," Blake shouted, pointing to the south.

Jack looked and saw his brother crossing the field on his palomino that Jack had given him. He was followed by all three of his kids on their horses.

"Hey, Brother," Jack said once Tom was close enough. "Hey, Austin, Luke," then he waved to Savannah.

"Hi, Jack. What are you doing out here?"

"Ma asked me to check on the cattle in the north fields. You?"

"South fields," he grinned. "Brought your helpers with you I see."

Jack turned to see his sons chatting with their cousins. "Yep. You, too."

"Too nice out to stay in."

"That it is, Brother. Sam working today?"

"Yes, she was on call and got called a little while ago."

Jack turned in his saddle, lifting his left leg and propping it across Harley's neck, watching the kids. Wyatt was lying in the grass not far from the boys.

"How's Blake coping?"

"He has his days. A couple pretty bad ones, but he'll come around. It will take time."

"Yes, I can't imagine trying to comprehend all of this at that age."

"I thought the same thing, too, but that kid seems to understand a lot more than we'd think he would."

"I've noticed that. He's pretty amazing."

Jack turned to his brother. "He is dead set on being a bull rider. I took him by Dad's grave and introduced him. Told Blake about his grandfather also being a famous bull rider. He says he's going to be just like his daddy and grandpa."

"That has to be exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time."

"Tell me about it. Beth just might kill me the first time I get that kid on a real bull."

"Good luck. I do not envy you with that."

The brothers visited a little while longer as the kids ran around the field while their ponies and horses grazed. Wyatt was at their heels now, trying to herd them back to their fathers.

"What's Lee up to today," Tom asked.

"Not sure. He and Rosie had something going on."

"You guys ready for the rodeo this weekend?"

"Ready as we'll ever be. You ready for barrel buddy if they have it?"

"Ready to kick your butt again," Tom teased.

"Beth and I just might give you two a run for your money."

"We'll see about that."

"Austin going to do mutton busting again?"

"I'm sure he will. He talks about it all the time. Blake?"

"Of course. He can't wait."

"I better get these two home," Jack finally said, pulling his leg off his horse's neck. "I'm surprised they've made it this long." Jack turned to his brother, "We'll see you tomorrow. Want to hit the road early?"

"Yes, that would be great. Maybe we can get a ride in before dark."

"Sounds perfect. We'll see you at dawn," Jack winked, then pulled Harley around.

…..

Jack, Blake and Colt were walking to the house when Peyton ran out to meet them. Arms wide open, she hugged each of her brothers before greeting her daddy. Jack lifted her up and carried her the rest of the way to the house.

"How did it go?" Elizabeth asked, kissing Jack after he lowered Peyton to the floor.

"Great. Saw Tom and the kids out there, too. And the snacks lasted maybe thirty minutes."

Elizabeth giggled, "I figured. I have lunch ready for them. Pey and I already ate."

"Thanks," he said, kissing her cheek.

After getting the boys cleaned and started on their lunch, Jack stood in the kitchen, resting back against the counter, with a plate in his hand. He took a bite of his sandwich, watching Blake, who was imitating his daddy again. Jack grinned at him, he grinned back. Jack picked up his sandwich, took a bite, then returned it to his plate. Blake did the exact same thing.

Elizabeth was standing a few feet away, watching this interaction, her eyes moving from one to the other.

When the kids were finished eating and joined Peyton in the living room to play, Elizabeth approached Jack.

"What was that all about?"

"What?" he asked, placing his plate in the dishwasher.

"Blake copying everything you were doing."

"I don't know. I just noticed him doing it when we were out riding. He's been doing it off and on all day."

"Well, he must be trying to be just like his daddy," she grinned. "Just like he told you at the cemetery the other day."

"I guess so," Jack said, moving his arms around her waist. "We're in trouble if he turns out like me," Jack smiled.

"No doubt," she teased.

"Hey, now." Jack lowered his head, nibbling on her neck and sending her into fits of laughter.

"See...just terrible," she added, trying to back away from him.

Jack tightened his arms and covered her lips with his. He could feel Elizabeth almost melting in his arms. He was smiling when he lifted his head to look down at her.

"What are you smiling at now?"

"You melt every...single...time," he said as he lowered his lips to her neck once more.

"Well, when a gal has a husband as hot as you, it's kind of hard not to."

"When a man has a wife as hot as you, it's very difficult to keep one's hands off her."

Jack kissed her again, longer and deeper. Elizabeth drew him closer, and Jack pressed his whole body against hers. He moved his hands to her face, sliding his fingers back into her hair, kissing her neck, ears, cheek, and returning to her mouth.

"Ewwww!" Peyton shouted, sending both Jack and Elizabeth spinning around.

Jack grabbed Elizabeth's arm and pulled her in front of him as they stared at their daughter, then realized what she was holding.

"What did you do?" Elizabeth said, covering her mouth with her hands.

"It boke," the little girl said, holding out two pieces of one of Thomas' trophies.

Elizabeth moved to her daughter and took them from her, checking to see if they'd fit back together. "Where's the rest of it?"

"I dunno." The little girl's face was filled with sadness as her bottom lip began to quiver.

Jack joined them and took the pieces. "I'll go find it. It's fine. It should just glue back together."

"I sowry, Daddy."

Jack sat the trophy on the island and picked up his daughter. "Pey Pey, it's fine. Daddy can fix it. Did you break it on purpose?"

She shook her head as tears welled in her eyes. "No. I twipped and hit it."

"It was an accident. I'll glue it and it will be as good as new." Jack lowered her and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Taking her hand, he added, "help Daddy find the missing piece."

"Otay," she said, wiping away a new tear.

…..

At the end of the day, with chores done, supper consumed, the trophy repaired, and the kids in bed, Jack stepped into the bedroom, closing the door without making a sound. Elizabeth was standing in front of the dresser, unloading a basket of freshly washed clothes into the drawers. She hadn't heard Jack enter, so he stood back and watched her. Music was still quietly playing from earlier that evening when Jack had turned on the house satellite radio. "When a Man Loves a Woman" by Michael Bolton began to play and Jack crossed the room, walking up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. She tipped her head toward his and laid her arms along his, and the pair swayed slowly to the music.

When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found

Elizabeth turned around in Jack's arms, and the couple continued to dance, lost in their own world.

If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
And turn his back on his best friend
If he puts her down
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
And trying to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way, it ought to be

Jack moved his hands up, cupping her face, tilting it to his. He kissed her softly, slowly. Only their lips touching. She parted hers slightly, and Jack's tongue grazed along her top lip. Hers was brushing against his, and they both opened their mouths wider, inviting the kiss to go deeper, wilder, their tongues now dancing to their own beat.

When a man loves a woman
I give you everything I've got
Trying to hold on to your precious love
And baby, baby please don't treat me bad
When a man loves a woman
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He's the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see
Yes, when a man loves a woman
I know exactly how he feels
'Cause baby, baby
When a man loves a woman

Jack pulled her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor, then reached behind her to unsnap her bra. His eyes scanned her beautiful, perfect body as his hands followed the path of his gaze, stopping at the button of her jeans. With them unfastened, he slowly eased them over her hips, as he lowered himself to his knees. He pressed his lips to her scar, kissing it from one end to the other. Elizabeth laid one arm along the top of the dresser, steadying herself, while she placed her other hand on Jack's head, gently folding her fingers into his hair.

Gripping the edge of the denim fabric of her jeans and the lace fabric of her panties, Jack pulled them down, following them with his lips, kissing her soft skin, inch by inch, as it was uncovered like a precious gift.

One song blended into another, and "I Don't Dance" by Lee Brice filtered through the room, wrapping the lovers in its lyrics.

I'll never settle down
That's what I always thought
Yeah, I was that kind of man
Just ask anyone
I don't dance, but here I am

Jack slowly rose to his feet and stood directly in front of his wife. Elizabeth reached up, and one by one, unbuttoned his shirt. She spread the fabric open and gently pressed her lips to his chest. She slid her hand under the edge of his shirt and pushed it over his right shoulder, kissing his skin as she walked around him, grazing his arm with her bare breasts.

Spinnin' you 'round and 'round in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand
'Cause I don't dance

She pulled the shirt down his arm, revealing the bull rider tattoo. Jack watched as she kissed him, her lips moving across the aged ink. His heart pounded in his chest as it heaved, drawing in deep breaths, trying to contain his own desires to snatch her up and carry her to bed.

Love's never come my way
I've never been this far
'Cause you took these two left feet
And waltzed away with my heart
No, I don't dance, but here I am

She continued to pull his shirt down as she moved around to his back. She could now see the top of the wooden cross and exposed the rest of it as she kissed his shoulder blade. With her lips parted, she ran her tongue across the art, tasting the saltiness of his skin, savoring it as if it was something off the menu of an exquisite restaurant. She wanted him, all of him.

Spinnin' you 'round and 'round in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand girl

She reached up to his other shoulder, pulling the shirt off, watching his entire back come into view as the plaid fabric fell into a heap of discarded shroud that had once concealed it from sight. She proceeded to slowly move her lips across his back, kissing every inch as she went. Her hand followed her path as she lightly grazed his skin, dropping it to the back pocket of his Wranglers as she walked around him, kissing his other arm now, then returning to his chest.

'Cause, I don't dance
Oooh. I don't dance. Oou oou oou oou
I don't dance, but here I am
Spinnin' you 'round and 'round in circles

Elizabeth stopped in front of him, looking up into his eyes. Jack lifted a hand and brushed his thumb along her jawline. His eyes searched her face – moving from her lips, to her eyes, and back. Jack licked his lips, wanting to taste his wife once more. Her sweet and salty flavor that he was addicted to. Elizabeth lowered her gaze as she moved her hands to his buckle. She unfastened it with ease, then undid his jeans. Slipping her thumbs under the fabric of his boxer briefs, she pushed the last of his clothing over his hips.

It ain't my style, but I don't care
But I'd do anything with you anywhere
Oh I don't dance, but here I am
Spinnin' you 'round and around in circles

Jack stepped out of the pile of denim that remained on the floor, and picked up his wife. He stepped to the bed, lowered her onto the mattress, and laid alongside her. He drew Elizabeth in against him, his arms and legs wrapped and entangled with hers.

It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yeah, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl
'Cause, I don't dance

They made love as several songs continued to fill the air. Tim McGraw, John Legend, Rascal Flatts, and Alan Jackson were among them – serenading the couple as they shared the kind of love known by few, and desired by most.

Just before falling asleep in each other's arms, Jack pulled Elizabeth's hair from her ear and gently pressed his lips against it. The very softly said, "I hope that I show you every day what you mean to me."

Elizabeth turned to face him and laid her hand on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, she replied, "I never have a doubt."