(Considered happening on the 4th of July in the Seaside District during the Fireworks Show.)
Fleet had found a nice spot on the beach where driftwood supplied seating and a nice depression in the sand. He collected rocks from the beach and soon had a small, beach wood fire going with several skewers of sausages and kabobs roasting on the fire. He dug around in a picnic basket and soon had a soda in hand that he sipped. He sat and turned the food waiting for Ammy to arrive.
He watched the horizon as it began to tinge pink. Twilight was coming and soon the fireworks would go off. As he waited he stared into the fires with his red glowing eyes. Alone time with Ammy, it was almost a foreign concept to him. How had he pushed her so far away from him over the years?
It was easy to push loved ones away when you can't remember them. When your head is so full of lies that lead you to doubt whether you're alive or dead? She was a strong willed woman. He had to agree to that. One of few things that drew him to her was her strong will. A will he'd watch snap a few times but always remade and reworked into fine, resilient steel. Her mind as well. He could woo and adore that mind of hers for eternity, sharp as it was and ever growing sharper. The fact that she was red headed and curvacious was icing on the cake.
He never thought himself a vain, shallow male only looking at females as just breeding stock. The typical eye for good birthing hips and strong body. His father would disagree with that point by pointing out the several wives he has. Fleet rubbed his face with the realization many may find him loose, a female collector, one who liked harems. Far from the truth. Each life he loved and brought to his home, his bed and even closer; into the inner circle of his tender heart.
They all were special to him, even the one he lost in the wars. Out of all of them though, Ammy had still captured his heart, and he found himself driven to hang on to her. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he had a distinct feeling that she had come close to leaving him to rot in a mind with more passages than the Minotaurs Lair in that one mythology tale.
He turned some of the sausages over the flames to brown them evenly. She loved kids too. He loved kids. It is impossible to look at their family and say otherwise. Six, healthy kids with Ammy and a seventh with Tairen. Grand kids even. He had so much going for him and yet every day, he never realized it. Never knew or enjoyed it until recently. He suddenly felt like a man in a vast ocean swimming without direction.
Was that why Ammy's love for him faltered and began to fade? Was he not doing enough as the Alpha of the household? Or did she resent him for coming back and taking over, placing her as second in command?
Up the beach past the flames of the fire he saw Ammy approaching. A cloudy and bleak his mind was getting her site was brightening to his mind.
Fleet had found a nice spot on the beach where driftwood supplied seating and a nice depression in the sand. He collected rocks from the beach and soon had a small, beach wood fire going with several skewers of sausages and kabobs roasting on the fire. He dug around in a picnic basket and soon had a soda in hand that he sipped. He sat and turned the food waiting for Ammy to arrive.
He watched the horizon as it began to tinge pink. Twilight was coming and soon the fireworks would go off. As he waited he stared into the fires with his red glowing eyes. Alone time with Ammy, it was almost a foreign concept to him. How had he pushed her so far away from him over the years?
It was easy to push loved ones away when you can't remember them. When your head is so full of lies that lead you to doubt whether you're alive or dead? She was a strong willed woman. He had to agree to that. One of few things that drew him to her was her strong will. A will he'd watch snap a few times but always remade and reworked into fine, resilient steel. Her mind as well. He could woo and adore that mind of hers for eternity, sharp as it was and ever growing sharper. The fact that she was red headed and curvacious was icing on the cake.
He never thought himself a vain, shallow male only looking at females as just breeding stock. The typical eye for good birthing hips and strong body. His father would disagree with that point by pointing out the several wives he has. Fleet rubbed his face with the realization many may find him loose, a female collector, one who liked harems. Far from the truth. Each life he loved and brought to his home, his bed and even closer; into the inner circle of his tender heart.
They all were special to him, even the one he lost in the wars. Out of all of them though, Ammy had still captured his heart, and he found himself driven to hang on to her. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he had a distinct feeling that she had come close to leaving him to rot in a mind with more passages than the Minotaurs Lair in that one mythology tale.
He turned some of the sausages over the flames to brown them evenly. She loved kids too. He loved kids. It is impossible to look at their family and say otherwise. Six, healthy kids with Ammy and a seventh with Tairen. Grand kids even. He had so much going for him and yet every day, he never realized it. Never knew or enjoyed it until recently. He suddenly felt like a man in a vast ocean swimming without direction.
Was that why Ammy's love for him faltered and began to fade? Was he not doing enough as the Alpha of the household? Or did she resent him for coming back and taking over, placing her as second in command?
Up the beach past the flames of the fire he saw Ammy approaching. A cloudy and bleak his mind was getting her site was brightening to his mind.