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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE: Our Two Worlds_Sixteen of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 750
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Lindsay POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
    Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
    Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘A grin spread across his face as we listened to JR’s gurgling combined with Mama Melanie’s and Daddy Michael’s squabbling and I realized...'
    Lindsay reflects about visiting Americans & the expanding definition of family
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
    Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
    As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

Our Two Worlds
Same Week - Toronto

While we wished they could stay longer, we certainly understood how unfair it would be for Hunter to have to take care of the bookstore, on top of his shifts at the diner, for his entire week off from school, so, Ben and Michael will only be able to stay with us for three days and we plan on making the most of it.

And I was pretty sure that for Michael, it would have been enough just to hold his daughter the entire time and for Ben it would have been enough just to watch them together. A calm came over Michael, it radiated from him whenever he was with her, like he was still a little in awe that he‘d had a part in creating her. Perfectly understandable given that we’d left so soon after JR’s birth, Michael hadn’t really had much time with her but honestly, what would have been enough time? What amount of time would have made it alright to take a child from her father? I didn’t know. And when did it become alright to take a son from his? I’d never know. What I did know was that we were in the process of finding another way…our own way and one day…some day, it would be fine.

And I had to admit to being secretly glad that Debbie hadn’t come this time. I love the woman, I always would love her for what she’d done for Brian…for us, over the years, but she’d had a fairly disruptive affect on our little family the first time they‘d all visited. Maybe disruptive was too strong a word, but we’d always been fairly low-key and we seemed to be even more so here. But I’d also noticed how differently Michael acted when Debbie wasn’t hovering over him. He seemed so much more centered, especially when he was with JR. And I loved watching him and Melanie interact, she wasn’t fawning toward him exactly, but she came as close as I’d ever seen her. Over-compensating due to guilt? Possibly.

So I sat back and watched while these two little worlds of ours came together just getting the kids ready to go to the park. I already had Gus good-to-go, had had him good-to-go for the past fifteen minutes. He waited patiently with Ben and me on the sofa, all of us smiling, and with at least one of us giggling, as we watched Melanie and Michael being mom and dad to JR. They were bound to get her ready eventually, how hard could it be to dress one little baby? Democracy in action.

Ben took Gus from me when he became restless, when he tired of watching the little play being acted out in front of us. “We’ll just be waiting outside,” Ben chuckled. A grin spread across his face as we listened to JR’s gurgling combined with Mama Melanie’s and Daddy Michael’s squabbling and I realized that their combined sound was quite possibly the sweetest music I’d ever heard. “Maybe see what you can do, Lindsay, to hurry things up a little," Ben said, "we only have another two days.”

“I‘ll see what I can do, but I make no promises.” I paused, before going to see if I could hurry-things-up, to watch as Ben and Gus, hand and hand, walked out our front door and I felt surprisingly pleased. I didn’t think Ben had ever known that we would have considered him to father our second child if it hadn’t been for his status. And while I did know that with Hunter he’d been given the reality of having the son he thought he never would, with Gus, he was different, with Gus, Ben was different. This was only their second visit, but I could see that Ben was enjoying his role as uncle to Gus and that Gus was becoming attached. We didn’t seem to have the time for that in Pittsburgh, here we would. It would take time, of course, for us to create a new life and Michael and Ben visiting often would certainly help to hurry that creation along.

So with JR finally dressed, we joined Ben and Gus outside, our journey to the park, with our afternoon full of promise still ahead of us. The day was warm for early fall with a soft breeze swaying the branches in the basswood trees that lined our neighborhood. I locked the door behind me and I jogged to catch-up with my family and our friends, on our way, at last, to our next new memory.

Next Chapter: The boys, while at Woody’s, reflect on Brian and tall, handsome strangers

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