james rowe

Kendrick nodded his head. “Mhm.” The man absolutely loved to travel and was glad that he had an unconventional job that gave him plenty of freedom to do what he wanted. “I can’t lie and tell you that it cool and rainbows. That shit was scary as fuck. Fun, but the scariest shit I’ve ever done. Or among the scariest. I done too many crazy shit.” he chuckled lightly. “It was so nice there, man. People are surprisingly friendly, it had amazing views and the culture if cool, too. There’s some very good looking women there, too. I was only there for four days though so I was only able to visit a few spots,”

“Yes,” he laughed. “You are too old.” He took a sip of his soda, shaking his head at the concern. “don’t worry. It’s nothing bad I promise. I uh.. I proposed to Ella last night, and she said yes.” Of course he wanted to tell his father before hand. Everyone he was sure knew he was thinking about it. Sienna went shopping with him one day so maybe she knew just how serious about it he was getting, but to finally pop the question? He was excite to tell his dad.

He laughed and nodded. “No I remember that. I’m sure he’ll be fine, pops. We always were somewhere. They’ll find him out there.” He couldn’t imagine what it was like to lose a child somewhere. He would lose his damn mind and he knew Ella wouldn’t be far behind. 

“oh well then that could be a little bit of a problem.” he shrugged as he smiled at him. “oh no, you don’t need to worry about that.” he explained to him. “i don’t really enjoy talking about me anyways all that much, so it’s totally fine that we are talking about you all this time.” he mentioned. “yeah, yeah. i’ve been back for about three and a half months or so.” he explained. “i am not in school, actually. i work as a chef!”

“Your wife gonna be okay with that?” He said drinking more coffee. A home gym was something he was somewhat interested in, though Noah himself would never have anything like that. He was someone who spent his time working outside, so didn’t need it. “If you want help fitting it in your home, let me know.”

jillian was never the type of girl who ate out at dinners, as a matter of fact she would have never been caught dead in one of these places. however, seeing as she doesn’t have a cooking bone in her body and having take out every single day for the past week was getting tiring at this point. so she decided to suck it up and deal with the greasy food and a rather noisy environment. jillian sat down at the counter, not trusting the booths here before her personal space was breached by the strange man. at first she was tempted push him away, but she held back and instead she raised her eyebrow at the question he asked. “no offense dude, but im a lady and even i think gardening is lame.” she laughed. “you should like, work on cars or something. you look like a guy who could get into that.”

Reagan had gone to the diner to get some food because she didn’t feel like cooking herself and the diner had good food. She had gotten there and there were no tables available. She had almost turned around until she had seen Mr. Rowe sitting at a booth and she walked up and asked him if she could sit with him, which is how she found herself sitting there and talking with her best friend’s father. “Mr. Rowe, you think you can knit? I mean, doesn’t knitting involve math or somethin?”

Though Freddie felt relieved, the moment his eye caught the other’s sat opposite him, he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. It had most definitely been a whirlwind half an hour, and entertaining at that. “Drug use?” Freddie repeated, his brows arched up into his forehead as he spoke. “Oh no hun, I get that I might seem crazy but.. I promise I’m not. Let me just..” He paused, in some attempt to gather his thoughts. “So I arranged to meet this really buff guy on Grindr and.. when he turned up he wasn’t actually the guy in the pictures and I panicked. I saw you sitting alone and I had to pretend that we were on this date. I’m sorry if I disturbed your alone time but, I also really appreciate you going along with me.” With a smile, Freddie then proceeded to hold out his hand so he was able to introduce himself properly. “Hi, I’m Freddie. Can I get you another coffee?”

He huffed in laughter. “Ma would be so mad. Were we this much of a pain as kids? I mean I remember when we lost Lana once..” He tried to think about how any of the 4 of them were and if festivals were a bitch for them. It reminded him to buy more condoms. The last thing he was ready for was a child. 

Mitch stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He nodded at his father. “I get wanting us to stay put so it’s less people to weed through.” He was bored. He was happy to spend time with his family, but how was he supposed to spend quality time with his fiance if they weren’t even in the same place stuck for half the night.

     lana liked meeting up with her father. it was good for her to spend some time with someone who wouldn’t leave her and would love her unconditionally ( she had always been a bit of a daddy’s girl ), someone that had her back. 

     she was giving rosie, who that day was wearing a plush onesie with little bear ears, her bottle and chewing up a piece of bacon herself as her father flipped through the catalogue. “what, motorcycles ?” she asked, food in her mouth. “i mean, you could, but i’d like my daughter to have a grandpa. why don’t you try, like, macramé ? could be a fun activity for you and mom to take up together.” 

The grin on his face turned into a soft smile, his eyes full of fondness for his daughter. A grandpa. He was a grandpa now. James was still getting used to that, and the fact that he was now officially old. “You know, your mother told me the same thing back when we first discussed a motorcycle, but back then, she told me she wanted her kids to have a father.” Lana was so much like her mother, in ways that she may not even realize. James chuckled, looking at the little girl in his daughter’s arm, his granddaughter. “And now my grandkids need a grandfather.”

“I’m not saying that.” Ella said as she looked at the catalogue again. “Just the risks, have you thought about that James?”  Ella asked with a soft smile as she shrugged. “Like what if the shute doesn’t open or the plane stops.” Ella said as she took another sip of her tea.

Mitch just looked down at the magazine and shook his head. “Dad, no. Please for the love of god. You can’t wear that shit,” he laughed. Doing a weekly lunch was still one of his favorite things with his father. He had just swapped his schedules to overnights and it was the only time he seemed to have right now to tell him. “I wanted to uh.. to tell you somethin’.”

“Oh! Well that’s good then we know where everyone is. Your knee good?” She bumped her shoulder with his, trying to think of how nice it was to get to be here and actually have a conversation with her father. She could let her hair down a little bit, not worry so much about life. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing in the world to run home every time life got to be too much, but it was nice to know they’d always be there for her. 

“Oh my god, Daddy, he hit you with the buckle?” She’d known about the parenting tactics of her grandparents’ generation, but the Beaumont side of the family seemed a lot more…relaxed about those things.  “That’s horrible. Thank you for not doing that when we were kids.”

James nodded, agreeing with both statements, but mostly with the one about his knee. “It’s fine,” he assured her, not wanting to worry her. “You know how your mother is,” he added with a little shrug. Once she got an idea in her head, there was no talking her out of it, but to be fair, his knee was a little achey and stiff. He didn’t feel like he needed it; he could keep going for a couple hours more, but the brace would really make things easier. There was a hint of a smile on his face the longer the thought about his wife. Bless her, she was a saint.

“Are you sure you trust my opinion?” Mark asked with a grin, looking down at the catalogue and shrugging. “But if anyone can make it, it’s you.” he added with a friendly pat on his friend’s shoulder. Mark always loved his weeks off the rigs, they felt like mini vacations in his own hometown where he could catch up with friends. One of those being James Rowe. “I mean, would you need any help? We could make it a weekend hobby like true old men.”

“That would definitely be fun! What else is there really to do around there? Have you looked into that?” He asked him. Maybe there would be some more family friendly amenities to the city he was speaking about. “Or maybe something romantic for you and the wife to do together!”

Nora let out a small laugh, looking at Mr. Rowe while shaking her head. “I think you would look pretty silly if you ask me.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But I think you should try it anyway.”