Chapter 36: Long Time
Not so much later as Browen and Reid conceived, the others started to as well. Chance or fate? They were done at prep school. Some went to college, some started to work at their family business, and some were chasing the little ones around. Surprisingly, Tyler and Teresa were the first to marry because they felt they should be married before any bedroom activities. Tyler and Teresa went to college. Pogue and Alexandra were married because she threatened to beat the crap out of him if he didn't (how romantic?). Pogue worked part-time and went to college. Alexandra stayed at home. Reid and Browen finally got around to it even if their kid was two years old. Reid went to school and graduated early by getting a diploma in two and a half years. Browen stayed at home. Caleb and Elliot were the last ones to marry because they wanted to finish college. Caleb and Elliot are working now. A few years down the road...
"Mommy! Nate kiss-ed me!" A six year old brunette with pigtails cried to Alexandra. "It's okay, Rebecca," she consoled the tot. Browen sighed and turned to look for the striking blonde hair, "Nathan Garwin!" "What Mommy?" he said slightly annoyed because he was in the middle of playing. "Come here please," she inched with her finger. The handsome brown-eyed blondie trotted to his mother. "Nate, did you kiss Rebecca?" Browen dreaded that the Garwin attributes that were passed down started to appear early. "Um no?" Browen tilted her head and gave a "don't lie to me kid" look. "Yes?" "Why?" "I don't know." "Well, you didn't ask her right? You need to get permission before you do that?" "I don't need it to kiss you, Mommy," Nathan retorted. The kid was good. "Yes, however we are family." The blondie was not convinced. Browen spoke aloud to herself, "Where's Garwin when you need him."
"Reid!" Browen called out to him. Reid was standing next to Pogue and Caleb. He walked over. "Yes, baggage of my life?" "Ha ha, charmed. Since you passed down that charm of yours, you can now explain to our six year old son about kissing girls without permission." Reid rubbed his forehead, just because he is a father doesn't mean he knows what to do or enjoys it entirely. He plopped his son on his lap. Meanwhile, Browen cursed at herself walking to Teresa and Tyler, and their daughter Bethany. She was a prissy little thing but darling out of all of them. She had long brown hair with a headband and bangs in a pink dress. She was the youngest out of the new generation. After Nate was done with his mini-lecture from dear ol' dad, he raced back to a brunette boy with overalls in the sandbox. Samuel Danvers had dark hair and blue eyes like his mom (Elliot). Although Sammy and Nate got along naturally, there was that innate sense of competition (like fathers, like sons).
So, Rebecca Parry, Nate Garwin, Bethany Simms, and Samuel Danvers were the next generation (so far). One night, Reid and Browen came home tipsy. Nate was at the Danvers' home so Reid and Browen can have some "Mommy-Daddy Time." "Garwin, just because our son isn't home doesn't mean you're getting some tonight," she laughed while he was caressing her neck. "No, I am because every time I'm hot on you, that brat is knocking on a door." "That brat is our son." "I know," he smiled, "I wouldn't mind being in the business of making another one." "Yeah okay, Mr. Damn why is that kid up six in the morning?" "I got the hang of it." She stopped kissing him, "You're serious aren't you?" There was a pause. "Holy fuck, Garwin is a... dare I say, a family man?" "Maybe." She purposefully looked into his eyes. "Okay, tonight?" she grinned. "Hell no, no babymaking tonight, I didn't make love to you since Tuesday." "Reid, it's Friday." "I know, such a long time."