#casey bennett

Stress was building inside him to the point he felt like he would explode at any moment. He hated not knowing where his brother was. Not knowing if he was alright. Most of all he hated not being able to do anything about it. Sighing Casey picked up Eddie from his crib.

“Daddy sad?” Eddie snuggled into him sensing something but unsure what.

“Yes Eddie I am,” Casey looked at his son feeling his small arms slip around his neck, “not so much now.” Holding his son while thinking about Robert he wondered if he’d be able to do what Robert did to keep his family together. He wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to leave everything and everyone behind. He hoped he’d never have to find out.

While he waited for Lynn to arrive to watch Eddie his phone began to ring “Hello?”

“Mr. Bennett?” a voice inquired.

“Yes,” he replied.

“This is the nanny agency calling regarding the allegations of harassment that were filed several months ago.”

Heart quickening Casey fumbled the phone in his hands almost dropping it “and.” he nearly shouted.

“We have elected not to pursue the allegations further; however Ms. Matthews is no longer employed by the agency. We will be glad to send over another nanny to replace ….”

“What?” Casey yelled into the phone. “You can’t just fire her for no reason. Those allegations were false ….”

“It wasn’t our decision to dismiss Ms. Matthews.” The dispassionate voice continued “she gave notice ….”

No longer listening to the voice droning on Casey threw the phone across the room. She quit. How could she quit? Quit and not told him. Falling to his knees as the room spun around him. ‘No she can’t leave.’ He wouldn’t let her leave. Taking a deep breath he pulled himself off the floor. He went to get Eddie dressed and for the first time in Casey’s carefully scheduled life he didn’t give a second thought to his responsibilities or obligations.

Storming into his parents house, carrying Eddie in his arms he yelled “Lynn get your ass out here.”

William looked at his son and down at Eddie, wide-eyed and scared, he got to his feet and took his grandson and nodded Casey towards Lynn’s room. It was about time his son acknowledged his feelings for her, he could only hope it wasn’t too late.

Taking several deep breaths before he barged through the door without knocking. Stopping short as he saw Lynn calmly packing her suitcase. She looked up “what do you want?”

“I want … I want ….” Casey stammered trying to draw up words from his befuddled brain that had gone completely blank. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m leaving, isn’t it obvious?” she said waving her hands at her things in various states of being packed.

“I can see that, but why?” Casey moved closer, hands clinching. “The agency dropped the charges and told me you quit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s none of your business,” she snapped at him, her green eyes sizzling.

“Is this some sort of punishment?” he ran his fingers roughly through his hair. “You’re the one who said no not me. I’m the idiot who wanted to marry you.” She turned away grabbing more clothes from the dresser. Casey reached for her trying to get her to turn around “Lynn please I love you.”

“Love! You don’t love me. You like the idea of taking care of me.” Getting close she yelled in his face “I don’t need to be taken care of. I can take care of myself.”

“Is that what you think?” Casey stepped back releasing her “you’re not some project to me. Lynn I love you, no strings attached.” He turned and walked towards the door. Stopping he looked back at her unrelenting demeanor. He shrugged “if you don’t know the difference between love and obligation, there’s not much I can do to convince you.” Shaking his head he muttered “why do I even try? “

With a heavy heart he went in search of his son. Finding him in the nursery “dad can Eddie stay her for a few days?”

“Sure son we have plenty of things he can wear. You don’t need to worry about bringing anything for him,” William suggested.

Smiling Casey nodded grateful his dad knew he wouldn’t want to come back and run the chance of seeing Lynn again. “Thanks dad. I’ll call when I’ve had a chance to clear my head.

“Son I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had asked her to marry you. I thought she was upset because you hadn’t told her how you felt about her.” William looked at him with concern “if you need to talk I’m here.”

“I know dad I appreciate it. But I’ll be ok. I just need time to clear my head.”

Hugging Eddie “you’re going to sleep over for a while with Suzie and Anthony.” Eddie nodded his head excited to spend time with his playmates. “Be good for Grandpa.”

“I will daddy,” smiling Casey handed Eddie to his father and slowly left the room.

“Casey?” a soft voice called to him. Looking up he saw Lynn standing outside her room. “Can we talk?”

“Haven’t we said everything there is to say?” he shot back at her “or have you changed your mind?” He leaned against the wall refusing to show the hope that filled his heart.

“No I’m sorry,” she shook her head. “I just …. I don’t know ….. can’t we be friends?”

“Friends?” he scoffed “I don’t want to be friends. I want you to be my wife. Not out of some misguided idea of taking care of you, but because I love you. I want you. Heart, soul and body because we complete each other.” Eyes shimmering he looked at her hoping she would change her mind.

Looking away she mumbled “I don’t know I …. I …. need time.”

“Fine take all the time you need. Run away see if I care.” He pushed off the wall and stormed out of the house. Slamming the door behind him.

He had no idea where he was going just that he had to put as much distance between him and her as he could. Tires squealing as he rounded the corner. He fought the urge to let the momentum slam his car into the passing trees. Oblivion would be nice. Block out all the pain. The anxiety. The worry. Stomping on the brakes he missed the tree by mere inches. Throwing the car into park, he leaned against the steering wheel. Heart racing he closed his eyes to black out what almost happened. How could he have been so reckless? For a split second he thought he was going to do it. He almost did do it. At the last moment Eddie’s face flashed before him, the moment he stomped on the brakes.

Shaking his head he dragged himself out of the car. Trembling he leaned against it. Shaking he wrapped his arms around himself, what was he thinking? He had always thought Gene was a coward for attempting suicide. Now on the other side of the darkness that could drive a person to it, he had a new perspective. He had a new respect for what his brother must carry around inside him.

He really needed someone to talk to before succumbing to something stupid. Patting his pockets, then searching the car he mumbled “where did I put it? I never leave home without my phone.” Overwhelmed with the sudden urge to either laugh or scream he remembered his phone was lying in pieces on his living room floor where it had collided with the wall.

Punching the steering wheel he screamed. Throwing the car into gear, he knew he should turn around. He had every intention of turning around instead he found himself stopping in front of Roberts abandoned house. “Where are you brother? I need you.” Giving up all sense of time and propriety he gave in to his pent-up emotions.

He must have cried himself to sleep as tried to stretch the kinks from his body. He had woke up laying across the front seat with the middle console digging into his side. Moaning he rubbed the soreness in his body. Looking at the dash 11:00. ‘Good thing I left Eddie with dad,’ he thought. Staring sullenly at the dark silent house he wished his brother was there to give the advice he needed or a shoulder to cry on. Lost and alone he had a desire to punch Robert for not being there for him. Guilt quickly replaced the anger. Getting out of the car he knew he should go home or at least back to his parents house Neither place held any appeal as Lynn’s face intruded into his thoughts. Why wouldn’t she say yes and marry him? Why did she insist he was only asking out of a misguided need to protect her? Why did all the women in his life not love him back? What was wrong with him?

He drove, not knowing or caring where. Eventually he stopped in front of a building. Getting out he walked to the door, upon entering his senses were assaulted by loud music, vibrating deep within him. Wrinkling his nose at the alcohol stench as someone belched in his face. ‘This is a bad idea’ he told himself as he approached the bar. ‘I should just turn around now,’ he said as someone knocked into him on their way to the bathroom. What was he doing here? This wasn’t his scene at all. He should just go home but home was dark and lonely. Sighing he sat on the stool as the bartender placed a drink in front of him “I didn’t order this.”

Shrugging “you look like you can use it. Drink it don’t drink it. Your choice.”

Casey eyed the drink ‘one won’t hurt’ he sighed as he took a sip. It had a fruity taste with ahint of alcohol, not bad. It was gone before he knew it and another replaced it. As the night wore on he felt his anxiety lift and he was finally able to relax.

Something was scratching his face as he groaned causing his head to ache even worse than it was already. What happened? Prying open puffy red eyes he blinked from the sunlight peaking through the broken shades. Where was he? The scratchy surface beneath his face smelled of stale smoke and vomit. Pushing up he nearly fell off the couch he had been sleeping on. Head swimming, bile rose and he added his own vomit to the already putrid smelling couch.

Rolling off the couch he laid his head down as tried to piece together the events of the night before. Maybe it would give him a clue as to where he was. Closing his eyes he heard someone clear their throat behind him “good you’re awake.”

He knew that voice, the bartender. “Wh … where am I?” he croaked through cracked dry lips.

“Room behind the bar. You were too drunk to drive last night,” she laughed behind him. “Gene would love to see you like this.”

Casey squinted his eyes at her, groaning as he recognized her. She was the girl who had given Gene drugs for the first time back in high school. “Great, just great,” he mumbled.

“How the mighty have fallen,” she laughed again “too bad Gene has turned to the other side. He used to be a lot of fun.” Kneeling down she said loudly “now get up and get out.”

“Don’t worry I’m going,” Casey struggled to get to his feet.

Sighing she grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly to his feet and shoved him towards the door. As he staggered out her wicked laugh followed him. Making it to his car he breathed deeply of the fresh morning air. Of all the luck, why did it have to be her to see him at his worst? He never drank led alone get drunk. “Never, never again.” he mumbled even as he said it he knew he had liked it. Liked the feeling that all his cares and worries couldn’t touch him and he wanted to experience that feeling again.

Sitting across the table from Casey Lynn smiled over at him “finally we have the house to ourselves.”

Casey put the newspaper down “it’s strange how quiet it is now that we have the place to ourselves.”

“I can think of something to make a little noise,” Lynn replied as she got up from her chair. Holding out her hand “we should take advantage of the time we have before Eddie comes home from school.”

Eyes brightening Casey took her hand as she led him to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to wait until the wedding night.”

A mischievous grin spread across her face as she pulled her top over her head. “That was when I thought your family would still be here.” Approaching Casey she began to unbutton his shirt “besides we could use a little practice.”

Helping her remove his shirt he leaned in and kissed her, sucking lightly on her bottom lip. “I think you might be right,” Casey agreed “I’m a little out of practice.” He deepened the kiss as her hands wandered across his chest.

Laying in each other’s arms Casey felt content to never move again He nuzzled into her neck mumbling “I love you.”

Smiling Lynn ran her fingers through his hair “I love you too.”

They drifted off to sleep in each others arms. Casey awoke with a jerk at the sound of “dad?” his son asked above his head. Moaning Casey cracked on eye open to find Eddie standing above him looking concerned. “Daddy are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” Casey replied as he pulled the blankets around Lynn’s bare shoulders. “Do you need something?”

Shaking his head Eddie looked at his dad curiosity bright in his eyes “why are you and Lynn in bed? Are you sick or something?”

“No we’re fine,” Casey said sitting up, glancing at the time “did you just get home? Do you need help with your homework?” Casey asked hoping to distract Eddie’s attention to something else.

“Yes … no …” Eddie replied to his dad’s questions. he turned large eyes on his dad and asked “why don’t you have any clothes on?”

Dropping his head into his hands Casey groaned. This was definitely not the conversation he wanted to have with his five-year old son. He felt the bed start to shake as Lynn stuffed a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “Son why don’t you go start your homework and I’ll come out in a little bit and we’ll talk, okay?”

Nodding Eddie walked towards the door, his eyes clearly showing the confusion he felt. Stopping at the door Eddie turned around asking “you’re sure you’re alright?”

“Positive,” Casey said confidently smiling at him as Eddie slowly closed the door behind him. Turning to Lynn “stop laughing this is so not funny.”

“Sorry,” Lynn said smiling up at him. “I guess we lost track of time.”

“Did we ever,” Casey leaned over and kissed her before jumping out of bed to dress. “What should I tell him we were doing?”

“I don’t know,” she said watching him dress “you’ll think of something.”

Walking out into the living room Casey found Eddie sitting on the couch staring out the window. “Hey buddie,” Casey said sitting beside him “what did you see when you walked into my bedroom?”

Shrugging Eddie mumbled “the blanket was down. Your arms were around Lynn. I didn’t see much honest. Just enough to know you weren’t wearing anything.”

Sighing Casey asked “what do you think we were doing?”

Eddie looked briefly up at his dad before turning back to gaze out the window. Shrugging “it’s what Frankie told me you’d be doing. You know all that mushy stuff, kissing and touching. Frankie said he’s seen his parents do it a lot.” Eddie’s face turned bright red before he hid his face in is hands.

Casey pulled his son close “I don’t think Frankie should be telling you stuff like that.” Casey wondered what else this Frankie kid was telling his son. But he couldn’t worry about that now. “Eddie it’s perfectly normal for adults who love each other to express their love in special ways …”

“Without their clothes on?” Eddie said interrupting his dad.

Chuckling a little “yes sometimes without clothes. It’s a special moment shared between two individuals who love each other.” Casey attempted explain.

“It’s sounds gross,” Eddie interrupted again.

“It might be to you,” Casey agreed “if you don’t want to see Lynn and I being yucky again knock before you come into our room, okay?”

“or keep my eyes closed,” Eddie said laughing.

“You could do that but knocking would be best,” Casey conceded. “Think you can remember to knock first before coming in?”

“Yeah I think I can,” Eddie smiled leaning into his dad “I love you.”

“Love you to son,” Casey smiled down at him.

“Son this is it,” William said turning towards Casey with a smile.

“Can’t wait,” Casey mumbled as he tried to fix his tie.

“Here let me do that,” William offered “are you nervous?”

“What do you think?” Casey laughed “I’ve been looking forward to this day and my stomach is twisting itself into knots.”

“It’s only natural,” William told him “there it’s perfect.” He stepped back to admire his work “don’t touch it.” William instructed as Casey reached up to inspect his work.

“Sorry I …” Casey bit his lip forcing his hands to his sides.

“Take a few deep breaths and relax,”William advised him.

Casey took his dad’s advise and tried to relax. The door opened to let Robert and Gene in and Casey couldn’t hide his smile. He was grateful to have both of his brothers here to share in his joy. It had been a close thing that neither one could have been there. Robert and his family had been in hiding until fairly recently and Gene almost died. It was hard to imagine that was all six months ago. “Have I told you how happy I am to have both of you here today,” Casey asked throwing an arm around each of them.”

“I do recall hearing something being said last night,” Robert teased.

“and” Gene continued “how he couldn’t make it through the day without us.” He smiled smugly at his brother.

“Oh I think I’d manage just fine without you,” Casey muttered “I’m just glad I don’t have too.”

Robert and Gene looked at each other “we love you too bro,” they said together.

Gene was about to add something when Shon stuck his head into the room “they’re almost ready.” Looking over at Casey he smiled “Case breathe this is the easy part. It’s the wedding night you have to worry about.”

Feeling his face flush Casey looked away “I think we have that part figured out.”

“Well,” Shon shrugged with a mischievous glint in his light blue eyes “I certainly hope so.”

As everyone started to file out of the room William took Gene by the arm and asked “how are you and Aimee doing?”

“We’re fine,” Gene said refusing to meet his dad’s eyes.

“It hasn’t improved in the intimacy department has it?” William asked concerned for his son. He could see the building frustration in him. With Gene that was never a good thing. “Have you talked to her about it?”

“I’ve tried,” Gene looked up at his dad “it’s still the same old brick wall.” Gene hung his head “I’m trying to be patient. To be understanding. It drives me crazy that she was with Wallace but she won’t let me touch her.” Leaning his back against the wall he looked around the room “she jumps whenever I talk to loud or flinches in reflex as if I’m going to hit her, which I’d never do. I hate what he did to her. I don’t blame her. It must have been hell living like that.” Sighing Gene pushed off against the wall “but I can’t live on eggshells, afraid I’ll do something to cause her to shrink into herself even further.” Taking a pace or two away he added “maybe the person I fell in love with doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Give her time,” William began but broke off as Gene stared coldly at him.

“I’m tired of waiting. It’s the same old song and dance. I deserve to have someone to love me. I can’t keep putting my life on hold until she figures things out.”

“Then tell her how you feel,” William told him. Putting an arm across Gene’s shoulders “I’ll support you with whatever you decide. If Aimee isn’t the girl for you I’ve no doubt someone else is. The last thing I want you or any of my kids to do is settle. But before you do anything you owe yourself and Aimee the truth. Sit down and discuss your feelings together. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“I’m planning on doing that this weekend. Thanks dad.” Gene smiled before hugging his dad tight. “We better join the others so we can get Casey and Lynn married off.”

Today, tomorrow and for the rest of our lives I promise to stand beside you To dance with you in times of joy To lift you up in time of sadness To rejoice with you in times of health To comfort you in times of illness I promise to come to you for comfort, encouragement and inspiration I promise to love you every joyous day for the rest of our lives.

And this concludes their story. I'll be returning to posting the current gen's story soon. Just in case you're wondering many of the sims in the current story are direct descendants of William Bennett's and the sims featured in this story.

I know there are many story plots that were left hanging and were continued in other stories regarding the Bennetts. If you wanted to read them you can find them here:

Not so Ordinary Life - William is the founder and the very beginning of the Bennett's and Robert and his family were the main heirs.

Several of the spares were given their own stories.

Not So Peaceful Life - Continues the story of Evelyn and Shon

Not So Quiet Life - It began with Casey but it continues on from Eddie and currently with Eddie's grandkids.

Not So Reckless Life - Continues the story of Gene and Aimee

Holding Lynn’s hand tight Casey tried to reign in his rising anger. Why should she be here? It was her fault his brother was fighting for his life. Why had Gene allowed himself to be manipulated into helping her? That woman should have gone to the police if she thought her daughter was in danger. He glared across the room at Amelia. He couldn’t understand how his father could be nice to her when she was the one responsible for what happened to Gene. The other individual responsible was out of sight, the only decent thing she’s done since she left Gene.

Leaning over Lynn pulled Casey close to her “Honey quit throwing daggers at that poor lady. Don’t you think she feels bad enough as it is?”

Shrugging Casey attempted to turn away unwilling to acknowledge her words. He wanted that woman to know she was responsible for what happened. Lynn held his face between her hands forcing him to look at her. “I’m sorry but if it weren’t for her my brother wouldn’t be here.”

“I know but that’s no reason to take it out on her. She couldn’t have known Wallace would have tried to kill her or that Gene would play the hero and step in front of her. You know Gene reacts first then thinks. It’s who he is. It’s what we love and hate about him.” Lynn gently rubbed her hands along the side of his face “you know I love you right?”

“Never doubted it for second,” Casey gave her a slight smile. “I hope that Gene is lucky enough to find someone who will love him back. He deserves to have what we have.”

“How do you know he hasn’t already found it?” she asked.

“If you’re referring to Aimee, forget about it,” Casey growled “I’ll personally pound some sense into Gene if he takes her back.”

“Don’t be like that,” Lynn chided “there’s a reason why he went to rescue her when Amelia asked him for help. He loves her ….” She pulled Casey closer when he tried to pull away. “I know you don’t want to hear that but it doesn’t make it any less true.”

Sighing heavily he nodded “if Aimee hadn’t left him the way she did. She nearly broke him. How do I forgive that? I thought she was the one. He was so happy. I’ve never seen him like that before. Then she goes and leaves him and we don’t even know why.” Looking at Lynn “all I want to do is protect my brother. I wasn’t there for him when we were kids. I didn’t understand what was going on then but now I can’t simply sit back and let him get hurt again.”

“Oh baby I know,” Lynn held him close feeling the pent-up sobs he held inside shaking his body. “Gene doesn’t hold the past against you and neither should you.” Holding his face between her hands she looked deep into his deep brown eyes “he loves you and he knows you love him. Never doubt that.”

“Bbbbut what if he doesn’t make it through this? I’ve already lost one sibling I don’t want to lose another.” Casey let the sobs take control as he let Lynn hold and comfort him.

“Robert” Michael shouted as he jumped up from where he was sitting beside Casey. In his haste he tripped over Casey’s feet and fell face first into the carpet. Chuckling a little Casey helped him up. “Thanks” Michael mumbled as he jumped into the arms of their older brother Robert.

Casey stood back content to watch Robert for a moment. There were four kids trailing behind him. He recognized the two oldest girls. He was shocked at how big they had gotten since the last time he had seen them. There were two others a boy and a girl and realized they were the reason why Robert disappeared to protect them. Fleetingly he wondered why Robert would have brought them along but answered his own question. Robert no doubt didn’t know anyone well enough to entrust his kids too, plus after the traumatic events of losing their mother it would have been difficult to leave the kids behind.

Casey waited until Michael was done talking to Robert before approaching him. “Rob ….” was all he was able to get before he was enveloped in a bear hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” Robert mumbled in his ear “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” Casey mumbled back “I wish we were reuniting under different circumstances.”

“So do I brother” Robert held him at arm’s length asking “how is he?”

Shaking his head “I don’t know. We haven’t heard anything other than they had the best neurosurgeon performing the surgery. Other than that nothing.”

Robert looked around at all the familiar faces. His gaze landed on Lynn and smiled “I knew she’d be good for you.”

“Who? Lynn?” Casey asked.

“Of course Lynn. Don’t you remember I helped interview the nanny’s for Eddie. I liked her the best. How is Eddie?”

“Growing like a weed,” nodding towards the kids standing behind Robert “like yours I see. I hardly recognized the girls.”

“Kids come and meet your Uncle Casey,” Robert waved his kids over introducing them “Jennifer, Diana, Amanda and Alexander.” The kids mumbled various things that sounded like greetings. They seemed a bit subdued and overwhelmed by their surroundings.

Casey stooped down and asked “would you like to see your cousins Jazzy and Steph?” They nodded their heads remembering the girls from when Gene had stayed with them while their father was in the hospital. “I can take you to them.”

Casey got up and took a step when Robert grabbed his arm “where are you taking them?” Worry clear in his voice.

“Not far. Aimee has been taking care of the girls in her room,” Casey explained.

“Ok that’ll be ok,” Robert mumbled. Casey walked away as Robert was practically attacked by their father in his excitement to see his son again.

Poking his head into Aimee’s room he announced “I have a few more kids for Aimee’s daycare.” He noticed how Aimee jumped at the sound of his voice. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

“It’s ok,” she mumbled in a flat tone.

Casey backed his way towards the door hesitating “I’m glad he didn’t hurt you too much Aimee.”

She raised her eyes towards . “thank you but you don’t have to worry about me,” she spoke so low it was difficult to hear.

“Well we’ll let you know when Gene is out of surgery,” he offered. He looked at Aimee unsure why he was reluctant to leave her alone. Something about her demeanor was crying out for reassurance.

“I’d appreciate that,” she said still in a flat listless tone.

Taking a step forward “you may not believe this but no one hates you. We’re upset with how you ended things with Gene. Gene deserved better. He loved you like I had never seen him love anyone else before….”

“Then why did he kiss that girl?” she asked standing facing him.

“What girl?” Casey asked confused “do you mean Tracee?”

“No not her,” she fumbled in her purse for the magazine she kept since it was delivered to her. She didn’t know why she kept it. It hurt so much to look at the picture of Gene kissing that girl. She handed it to Casey.

Taking the magazine Casey frowned remembering when this was taken. “You can’t believe everything written in this rag. This person ambushed Gene as he was leaving the hospital. They had known each other in high school. She was the one who started Gene on drugs. She forced herself on him just for the paparazzi to take the picture. She was paid well for the photo-op. Gene didn’t know anything about it. He was too busy trying to disentangle himself from her.” Casey threw the damaging picture into the trash can “she almost got her claws into him again that night. You broke him up so bad but he fought his demons and called me for help. Everything in that rag was made up lies.” Looking at Aimee he asked “is that why you got involved with that person?”

She nodded as tears flowed down her cheeks “I thought Gene had moved on. Didn’t love me anymore. By the time I figured out it wasn’t true it was too late. I wanted to tell him but Wallace he … he ….”

Casey moved and pulled her in close. Her tears soaked his shoulder. The kids looked at them with sad eyes until Jennifer asked “is she ok?”

Casey nodded “she’s upset about Uncle Gene. She’ll be ok in a minute,” he reassured them.

Lynn found Casey sitting quietly outside by the pool. Taking a seat beside him she asked “what’s on your mind?”

Shaking his head Casey smiled at her “this house has so few good memories in it. I’m glad dad is selling it.”

“It’s been difficult for you hasn’t it? Going through everything for your dad. I’m glad he didn’t come though, he couldn’t have handled seeing the baby’s room. Even after the crime scene cleaners went through there were still stains …. ” She gasped putting a hand over her mouth “I’m sorry.”

Casey nodded “did we do the right thing in saving our dad? He seems so unhappy. I just …. ” he stopped, groping for the right words “I don’t know it’s like we have his ghost but we don’t have him.”

“Give him time,” Lynn hugged him close. “He’s still trying to process all the changes. It can’t be easy for him being tied to someone for the rest of his life that he doesn’t like or trust.” Casey looked at her with so much sadness that Lynn reached out and touched his face. Leaning close she kissed him gently on his lips “maybe moving to Lucky Palms will help him adjust to the changes without the constant reminders.”

“You’re right,” he said getting up from the lounge. “Let’s get the hell out of here. I never want to see this place ever again.” He took her hand and led her around the house instead of going through it. Getting to the car Casey loaded the few remaining boxes into the car. Most of the boxes were filled with pictures and mementos of special events. Everything else they left. Looking at the house sighing Casey mumbled “I wish we could burn it to the ground.”

Tugging on his hand Lynn led him to the car “let’s go before you do something stupid.”

Once they were in the car Casey asked “would you like to get something to eat?”

“I’d love too,” Lynn laughed “anything to keep from going home to our overstuffed little house.”

“I like the sound of that,” Casey said turning to look at her.

“The sound of what?” she asked avoiding eye contact.

“Our house,” Casey lifted her hand to his lips “we’ve had the most unconventional courtship of anyone I know.”

“It started with you asking me to marry you before we had even been on a date,” Lynn giggled.

“Then you almost left,” Casey added as they got out of the car at the restaurant.

“Don’t remind me,” Lynn said looking away from him.

“Don’t look so sad,” Casey said wanting to reassure her “with everything that has happened you never left my side. You could have left me a dozen times over but you stayed. You were my rock when I needed you most.”

“I love you,” Lynn said simply in way of explanation.

“I love you too. I don’t want to live my life without you by my side Ms Matthews.” Casey dropped to his knees “Will you marry me?” he asked as he held up a ring.

She looked at the ring shimmering in the sunlight. He smiled broadly as she gave him her hand to slip the ring on her finger. “I’ll marry you and follow you to the ends of the earth.” She leaped into his arms kissing him with all the joy she was feeling “I love you.”

That evening Casey approached William on the porch. His dad turned and smiled at him “congratulations.”

Giving him a curious look “for what?”

“You’re practically glowing,” William smiled “that usually means one of two things, your pregnant or you’ve  just got engaged. I’m guessing you asked Lynn to marry you and she said yes.”

“You would be right,” Casey grinned “we’ve had a crazy courtship but it feels right. I can’t imagine my life without her by my side.”

“I’m happy for you,” William said with a spark of genuine warmth in his voice. He leaned over and gave Casey a hug.

“You and the kids will come back for the wedding right?” Casey asked anxious to have his dad commit to coming back.

Nodding William smiled ” I wouldn’t miss my son’s wedding.”

“Did you ask him?” Lynn said coming over to join them on the porch.

“Ask me what?” William looked from one to the other.

Casey glanced over at Lynn shaking his head “I was just about ready too.”

Nodding Lynn took William’s hand as she asked “it would mean a lot to me if you would consent to give the bride away. Both my parents are gone now and I ….”

“I’d be honored,” William said sincerely giving her a hug. “Have you set a date yet?”

Casey shook his head “no we have a couple dates in mind but I’m waiting for a call back from Gene. I want to be sure my best man will be able to make the date we choose.”

William smiled at him “Gene’s your best man? I thought you might ask Robert now that he can be part of the family again.”

“I thought about it but Gene and I have really gotten close and he’s the one I want standing beside me while I take the plunge.” Casey looked at his watch frowning at how late it was “I expected Gene to have called me back already.”

“I’m sure he will,” William said trying to reassure him. He looked away hoping Casey would not see his rising anxiety.

“Is something wrong dad?” Casey asked.

“Oh I just have a lot on my mind with the pending court date,” William said evading the question.

Dismissing his concern Casey turned to Lynn “come on honey, let’s go tell Eddie.”

When Casey and Lynn went inside the house William walked out into the yard. He stood staring up into the night sky trying to calm the pounding of his heart. He hated this feeling and the sure knowledge that something terrible was about to happen or had already happened. He never knew for sure with all his kids scattered around Sim Nation. Sometimes he would have this terrible nagging feeling for days unable to pin it down to anything until after he received the call.

A noise to his right made him jump until he recognized Erik coming up beside him. “Something’s wrong I can feel your emotions are in turmoil.”

Stepping back William nodded “I have a feeling that something awful has happened to one of my kids.” Turning to look at the alien, unconcealed anger blazing from his simmering green eyes. “I hate knowing something is going to happen and being powerless to prevent it.”

Lifting a hand as if to reach out to comfort him, Erik let his had drop as terror flitted across Williams face. “I’m sorry for your pain. I wish I could take it from you. I would if I could.”

Laughing harshly William replied “I’m sure you would,” he said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Your pain is my pain,” Erik stated simply unable to fully express it properly.

“Why is it you can feel what I feel?” William asked “I can’t feel you at all.”

Shrugging “I don’t know. I’m guessing that it has to do with our biologies. Humans are not designed for this bonding process as my people are. We are in uncharted territory. I suspect the scientist suspected something like this could happen when they initiated added experiments to test your abilities. You are unique. None of your children have this ability, not even your son who was taken.”

“Humph,” William grunted looking away “how do I know this is not just another elaborate experiment.” He moved away from the alien mumbling to himself “If only these feelings came with instructions or at least a name, place and date then I could do something instead of biting my finger nails until it happens.” William stared off into the darkness.

Erik followed behind hoping he might be able to help calm William’s chaotic emotional state. He kept his distance sensing that Williams reluctance to have him close but there was acceptance of his presence as well. Erik stopped a short distance away observing Williams stature as he stared into the night. Erik hated knowing he caused this pain and his regret kept him tied to this human. Most bonded individuals could travel and be separated from each other for several years without any ill effects. In his case he became seriously ill the one time William left to go house hunting in Lucky Palms. He had tried to conceal it but Lynn had called William to come back. Being the type of person William is he came back almost immediately. That was when Erik realized the bond was more detrimental to him then to William. William might survive the loss if Erik should die. It was not something he liked to consider that should William decide to move without him he would surely shrivel up and die. It was not something he has shared with William, he did not want William to feel obligated to have him move with them.  He would accept whatever decision William made. “William?” Erik asked when he noticed William had moved further into the darkness and he had lost track of him.

“Over here,” William replied back.

Erik turned towards his voice and found William staring up into the night sky “Beautiful isn’t?”

Shrugging “I used to think so until I found out what lurked up there” William said “Sorry it’s hard to appreciate the beauty when I know what could happen. I do try not to dwell on it too much but sometimes I can’t help it.”

“I know,” Erik assured him “I do understand. The stars remind me of home and it hurts knowing I can never go home again.”

The pain in his voice had William looking at him perplexed “I’m sorry I had never considered how you might feel.”

“There was no reason for you to do so,” Erik told him. “What I remember of my home is no more than fantasy now. I only have memories and the hope that what I have done will solve their problem.”

“What makes you so sure that what you’ve done will work?” William asked needing to know that all the pain he endured wasn’t all for nothing.

“I’ve tried many different things in my travels through time This time line, these events were the only one that ended in success.” Looking at William “nothing is guaranteed. Time fluctuates and changes but I’m sure this will succeed. It has to. I will not be able to try again.”

“Because of me?” William asked

“Partially,” Erik replied. He turned and walked a short distance away. He sensed William follow him “I do not have it in me to try again. I’ve seen the suffering I’ve caused and I do not wish to continue. I realize now that the results do not always justify the means.”

“But someone else could take your place?” William asked jolted by the aliens confession.

“Perhaps but only if I trained them and they had my DNA,” he looked over at William to see if he caught his meaning.

“Bryan?” William asked heart beating painfully in his chest.

“Yes I could teach him everything I know but I will not. I will show him what he needs to know to accomplish his task to release the cure then I will destroy my ship.” Erik spoke with renewed determination.

“Thank you,” William mumbled. “I would not want my son burdened with this …. but he will have questions about who and what he is. Things I can’t answer. I did the best I could with Evelyn but I know there were things I couldn’t explain. As much as I dislike the idea of you coming with us to Lucky Palms, Bryan needs you. Hell all the kids like you and would miss you. God knows I could use the help.” William looked away then back at Erik “what I’m trying to say is you’re welcome to come with us if you want to.”

“Thank you my friend,” Erik sighed and smiled into the night sky.

They spent a couple of weeks in Starlight Shores helping Aimee and assisting Gene with his recovery. Casey was more than ready to be home, to see his son again. He worried everyday about how he was doing in the same house as his mother. Thankfully Lynn was there and he never doubted she would protect Eddie. Home at last he was somewhat overwhelmed with how much he had to do not least of which was finding a new job. He was no longer sure he wanted to be an art critic now that he had been fired he had plenty of time to figure out what it was he did want to do. He was considering doing another exhibit of his artwork. Get his name out there and see what happens. He made the call to his manager to set things rolling.

While they were in Starlight Shores William arranged for Gene to have temporary custody of Michael until things were settled between him and Jessica. William had him enrolled in school and his transcripts transferred. It was a heart wrenching decision for his dad to make but in the long run it would get Michael out of the line of fire and do him a world of good. Chuckling to himself he was still amazed he was in hundred percent agreement that Gene was the best person to help Michael; after all Gene knew all too well what it felt like to be singled out for ‘special treatment’ by mother dearest. Casey realized he had gotten off easy while growing up. Sure he still had his hang ups like moving too fast in relationships and fear of being unloveable but that was nothing to what Gene survived and what he feared Michael had endured. Casey just hoped it wasn’t too little too late.

Smiling at his reflection in the mirror Casey couldn’t wait for his first date with Lynn tonight. He had butterflies fluttering around in his stomach and no matter how much he told himself he had nothing to be nervous about his stomach still churned. He didn’t want to blow his second chance. He wanted tonight to be perfect. Inspecting himself in the mirror running his fingers through his hair muttering “maybe I should have gotten a haircut.” Shrugging he stepped away from the mirror there was nothing he could do about it now. One last look to make sure he didn’t have anything in his teeth he turned from the mirror tripping over the cat.

Bending down he rubbed Ellie, cooing “poor thing.” He felt bad for neglecting her while he went on his bender and had gotten in the habit of giving her special attention. Standing up he realized he was now covered in kitty fur. “Shit I’m going to have change,” he grumbled heading to the bedroom for a change of clothes.

Running Casey was met at the door by Lynn. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized.

Smiling “that’s ok. It was only a couple of minutes.” Looking at him with a slight frown creasing her forehead “where’s Eddie?”

Shrugging “I decided to hire a babysitter for the night. Dad has enough to handle with all the little ones and mother dearest.” Taking her arm he escorted her to the car. “You look lovely tonight Ms Matthews.”

“Thank you,” she said sitting in the passenger seat as Casey shut the door and walked around the car to the driver’s side. “So what’s on the agenda for tonight,” she asked taking his hand.

“Would you believe me if I said it was a secret?” he asked glancing at her before turning his attention to the road.

“No,” she giggled “but I suspect it’ll be a romantic dinner for two.”

“Are you saying I’m predictable?” Casey asked in mock pain “you wound me.”

Shaking her head “no but what else is there in Barnacle Bay?”

“True, very true,” he conceded “but it’s a lovely place to live.”

They made small talk the rest of the way to the restaurant. Casey found a parking spot and ran around to open the door for Lynn. Helping her out he held her hand escorting her into the restaurant. Smiling as she looked around her “this place is fantastic. The best in town. I’m impressed.”

They followed the hostess to their private table for two on the terrace. He heard her gasp “oh this is lovely,” she kissed him briefly on the cheek in her excitement.

Walking to the car a couple of hours later Lynn leaned into him and kissed him again “thank you for an enchanting evening under the stars. It was more than I ever could have imagined.”

“You’re welcome,” Casey leaned down bringing his lips to hers. He felt her deepen the kiss of her own accord. Pulling away he smiled “I must admit I’m more enchanted with you Ms Matthews then in the stars.”

Turning away in a vain attempt to hide her reddening face suddenly unsure of herself. “Hey what’s wrong?” Casey asked in concern lightly touching her arm. “Did I do or say something to upset you?”

“No it’s not you,” she turned and nuzzled her cheek into his hand that rested on her shoulder. “It’s me … I’m not used to receiving compliments.”

Gently turning her to face him. Tilting her chin up he smiled down at her. “Stick with me pretty girl and you’ll have to get used to hearing them because I aim on showering you with compliments.” He leaned forward until his lips brushed hers.

Breaking the kiss Lynn giggled. Grabbing his hand she ran towards the beach. “Hey where are we going?”

“I want to take a moonlit stroll along the beach,” she laughed as her green eyes twinkled in the moonlight. She stopped to slip off her sandals.

“Hey wait up,” Casey called after her as he struggled to remove his shoes and socks. Running he caught up with her. He lifted her into the air, delighting in her squeal of surprise.

An hour or so later they were driving back to the house. Several emergency vehicles passed with lights and sirens wailing. “I wonder what happened?”

“An accident maybe,” Lynn suggested as an ambulance whizzed by them.

Nodding Casey felt uneasy as they rounded the corner bringing the house into view. He felt all the air leave his body as the house was ablaze in flashing lights. Driving as close as he could get he bolted from the car, running for the house.

An officer caught his arm “you can’t go in there.” Staring wide-eyed at the man holding his arm he attempted to struggle to break free from his grasp.

“My family lives here,” he shouted. “What’s happened?” Lynn came up alongside him silently grabbing his free hand, squeezing tight.

“What’s going on?” she asked. Before he could respond to her question a small boy ran from the house crying “Casey …. Casey …. mom sshe sshot dad.” Paul threw himself at Casey wrapping his arms tight around him sobbing.

Kneeling Casey held his brother as his body shuddered in his arms.

Calming Paul gulped for air “after you left mom went crazy …” Gulping again he choked on a sob “she started shouting at dad that she wouldn’t let him leave her.” Hiccupping he fought for air “sshe ssaid if he left her he’d regret it ….” Choking on sobs that wracked his body he continued “sshe ppointed a gun to mmy head.” Paul stuttered before bursting into tears again.

Casey ran his fingers through Paul’s dark hair offering what little comfort he could give. Rage boiled up inside him. How could he have been so stupid? Taking Lynn out of the house gave her the perfect opportunity. Why did they think she would just except this turn of events? But a gun? Where the hell did she get a gun?

Hiccupping Paul looked up at Casey “she hurt Bryan really bad. He and Greg tried to distract her from shooting me and helped dad get the babies out.” Renewed sobs stifled the rest of his words. “She shot Bryan instead of me.” Tears flowed down his face “she turned the gun on Greg just as Dad pushed him away.” Paul added in an anguished whisper “she shot him …. Daddy’s dead. She killed him.  I know she did.”

A commotion at the door caused Casey to look as several officers escorted a struggling, screaming figure out of the house. Paul scurried behind Casey cringing in fright. Staring at the enraged woman Casey said in shock “mom?”

Hearing him she looked in his direction. She snarled screaming “I should have waited. It’s your fault. Meddling where you don’t belong. Telling him he’d be better off without me. Well I showed him.” She smiled in triumph taking a step towards Casey despite the restraints. “I’ll get you. Should have known it’s the quiet ones that cause the most trouble and here I was worried it’d be the other one. Always getting in trouble telling my secrets. You snuck up on me. Didn’t expect it from you.” Her words dribbled away into profanity as the officers dragged her away towards the waiting patrol car.

An officer approached him with an air of authority “how do you know the assailant?”

Snorting derisively “that person goes by the name of mom. But she hasn’t been a mother for a long time.” He felt Paul clutching at him from behind. Reaching behind he held out his hand until Paul latched onto it. “Where’s my dad?” Casey asked dreading the answer even as he asked.

Shaking his head the officer sighed “the paramedics are still working on him and the little alien boy.” The officer didn’t say anything else, the answer was there in his eyes – he didn’t think they were going to make it. Casey moved towards the door but found his way blocked “son you can’t go in there.”

Looking blankly at the man in front of him Casey asked “where are the others?”

“The others?” he asked confused.

“Yes there should be at least four others besides Bryan and my dad.” Casey felt himself losing it, imagining all sorts of nightmarish things. “I have to find them.”

The officer motioned for someone else to go into the house “there may be other kids in there that could be hurt or worse”

Casey felt his heart constrict, please god let them be alright. He picked up Paul as he felt Lynn leaning into him looking as stunned as he felt. Ten minutes later the officer received a call looking at Casey he said “you need to come with me.”

Casey and Lynn exchanged a worried glance before he transferred Paul to her. Unable to support his weight Lynn settled to the ground cradling Paul in her harms.

With trepidation Casey followed the officer into the house. Stepping to the side as the paramedics came out of the nursery with a loaded gurney. He thanked god that the figure on the gurney wasn’t a shrouded corpse but that was all he could tell as the paramedics rushed by.

The officer led him past the nursery towards his parents bedroom. As they passed the door to the nursery Casey glanced through the partially open door. He wished he hadn’t after glimpsing the blood splattered walls and puddles on the floor. He swallowed convulsively as bile rose and he broke out in a cold sweat. His mind shied away from the horrors that still awaited him as he repeated “Please god let the babies be ok.”

Upon entering his parents bedroom he sighed in relief, it looked normal. The officer motioned him over to the door leading to the bathroom explaining “there’s a young boy in there who says he can’t open the door to anyone but his brother Casey.”

Knocking on the door “Greg it’s Casey,” he called through the door. “It’s alright baby you can open the door now.” The lock clicked and a little brown-haired boy hurtled himself at him.

“Dad told me not to open the door to anyone but you,” he cried. Sniffling he looked up at Casey “I tried to be brave but I was so scared. She had a gun and Daddy was grabbing the babies before she could get to them and telling us to run. Then she pointed the gun at Paul’s head.  Bryan hit her from behind.” Sobbing “she was too fast. She whipped around and the gun went off. Bryan fell and didn’t move. I tried to get to him but daddy grabbed me pushing me into the bathroom with the babies. He told me to lock the door behind me …. then there was another shot and daddy cried out…..” his words faded out as sobs wracked his body.

Casey held him as he sobbed. Greg wrapped his small arms around his older brother squeezing tight. Casey idly watched the officer pick up the babies from the bathtub where they were all crying or screaming from fright. A muffled voice spoke “Daddy’s phone was on the bathroom floor. He must have dropped it….” Greg looked up for reassurance “Did I do the right thing calling 911?”

Hugging him tight Casey nodded “you did exactly right.”

“I was so scared. She started screaming for me to open the door. She said I needed to be punished because I was … I was … it was awful what she called me.” Casey started to manuever the boy towards the door leading to the pool.

Stopping as an officer pointed towards bullet holes in the adjacent door.

“Looks like the crazy bitch shot through the door. It’s a miracle she didn’t hit any of those kids.”

Shaking Greg looked up “I put the babies in the bathtub so they wouldn’t get hurt.” His eyes rolled up inside his head as his body went limp.

“Greg? Gregory?” Casey cried as he noticed the blood seeping from his brother’s side. “Oh god,” he picked Greg up and ran outside hoping the paramedics were still there. Shouting as he got outside everyone looked up in shock. A paramedic approached Casey and took the boy from his arms.

Watching helplessly as the paramedics worked on his little brother he didn’t realize someone was talking to him until they grabbed his arm. Whirling around to face his attacker he was shocked to find a police officer in front of him. “Sir you need to take these babies out of here.” As his words slowly seeped through Casey’s befuddled brain he nodded.

Before the officer could turn away Casey asked “what about my brothers and dad?”

“They’re being taken to the hospital.” Putting a comforting hand on Casey’s shoulder “everything that can be done is being done.  Right now you have to take care of those little one’s. You’re all they have.”

Nodding Casey tore his eyes away from the paramedics. He gathered the remaining ones and loaded them into his car. Arriving at the house he was thankful that he had followed his instinct in getting a babysitter otherwise his son would have been in that horror. Bringing the kids into the house he gave them something to eat.  As he watched them eat his thoughts turned to his dad and brothers hoping they were alright.

Lynn approached him hugging him tight “go to the hospital. I’ll take care of the kids and I’ll call the others. You’re going to need all the support and help you can get.”

Casey allowed Eleanor to organize an exhibit at the art gallery. As the day drew nearer his stomach tensed up in knots. When the day finally arrived for the actual exhibit, Casey looked at his reflection in the mirror ‘this is it,’ he sighed ‘I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not like I even wanted to do this.’ Leaving the bathroom he stumbled over the cat that Lynn rescued.

It was just another change she had made that he had to adjust too. Not that he minded, he liked cats and Eddie was attached to it now. He heard giggles coming from Eddie's room and knew Lynn was already giving Eddie his breakfast. He smiled thankful that Lynn had turned out to be such a gold mine, she was exactly what Eddie needed.

Still smiling Casey went into the kitchen to make pancakes. He burnt the first batch as his mind was on the days events rather than on cooking. Frowning as smoke-filled the room, he heard laughter coming from behind him. “Here let me do that,” Lynn told him taking the pan from him. Grumbling Casey let himself be ushered out of his kitchen. “Are you worried about the exhibit?” Lynn asked while she got rid of the burnt pancakes and started again.

Shrugging Casey glanced across the room “no, I mean yes.” Sighing loudly “I didn’t even want to do this. Now that I am, I’m afraid no body will like my work.”

Lynn laughed at him from where she stood flipping pancakes. “It’s alright if your nervous. Everyone is when they’re putting their work on display.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled turning to watch her. A smile played across his lips as he watched the light brighten the red in her hair. His eyes traveled down her long, lean legs as she stood cooking in her little nightie. Heat flushed his face as he forced his eyes away. Getting up he walked towards the door “I’m going to check the mail.”

Outside he stood breathing deeply of the cool morning air hoping to clear his head. ‘Get a grip on yourself. She’s here for Eddie not for you,’ he mumbled to himself. She could be here for both an obstinate voice in his head responded. Sighing he ran his hands through his hair. Checking the mailbox all he found were bills, smiling to himself as he realized what an unexciting life he had.

On his way back inside he picked up the newspaper. Sitting at the table he glanced over the paper briefly considered asking Lynn to put a robe on and dismissed it. Opening the paper he shook his head, even if he was denying himself certain things there was no reason why he couldn’t enjoy the view. He felt Lynn watching him as he pretended to read the paper, god she was driving him crazy in that outfit. The tune she was humming was interrupted “did you say something?” he asked glancing up from the paper.

“Err no …. I” she stammered and Casey watched as she turned bright red. What was that all about he wondered. Lynn cleared her throat “pancakes are ready,” she announced putting the plate on the table and sitting opposite Casey at the table.

“Mmmm smells good,” he sniffed appreciatively. Catching a whiff of her perfume, like a spring day, lilacs his favorite.

“I hope they taste as good as they smell,” she said as she buttered her pancakes.

“I’m sure you do,” Casey absently said. He felt heat flush is cheeks as he quickly stammered “the pancakes, they smell good.” ‘Oh god she must think I’m an idiot’ he told himself looking down at the table wishing he could be anywhere but here. He looked up at her thru is eyelashes, noticing she was staring at him with a bemused grin on her face. At least she didn’t appear to be angry.

“So you think I smell nice,” she raised an eyebrow smirking at him.

“Err yes,” Casey mumbled looking up from his half eaten pancakes. “You smell like spring.”

Bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she smothered a giggle “your son said I smelled like flowers.”

“Lilacs actually,” he grinned at her finding her green eyes more enticing than the wood grain on the table top he had been staring at. Glancing at the clock his smile faded “I’m going to be late.” Rushing to his feet he shoved his feet into his shoes and quickly brushed his teeth. Running past Lynn in his haste to get on his way he heard her call out “relax and enjoy yourself.”

The last thing he heard as he went out the door was the sound of soft laughter behind him. It was the sound he most enjoyed and found annoying at the same time. He had never been spontaneous he found himself questioning his actions and squashing any impulse if he thought the action was improper. Shaking his head, maybe what he lacked was what he found most endearing about Lynn. She was fun, laughter bubbled up from inside her that made even the darkest days seem a little lighter.

The exhibit was a glowing success. He received a lot of compliments on his work and a few commissions for portraits and paintings around town. The only downside to the evening was the constant clinging of Eleanor. She would drape herself on his arm, attempting to pass herself off as not only his manager but his girlfriend as well. Casey was growing tired of having to brush off her advances as she would take him by the arm to introduce him to someone. As the night progressed he felt like he was caught in a cat and mouse game. He found himself a quiet corner where he could sit and allowed his mind to wander on how the night might have been if he had asked Lynn to accompany him. He missed her ability to make the most tedious situation bearable.

Being around Eleanor was like fighting off an angry octopus. She was everywhere Casey wished she weren’t. He found it disconcerting that in college Eleanor would have been the type he would have been attracted to, the assertive, confidant girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Lynn wouldn’t have even made a blip on his radar and now she was the one he wished was by his side.

The night finally came to a close and he endured Eleanor clinging to his arm as he walked her to her car. “Come to my house and we can celebrate our success together,” she purred in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him before he had time to react to what she was doing.

“No thank you,” he said stepping away “I need to get home to my son.”

She grabbed his hand pulling him towards her “Isn’t that why you have that mouse of a nanny for? To care for Edwin?” She started to move her hands to places that made him uncomfortable. Taking several steps backwards away from her advances he said “I take care of my son.” His jaw clinched he fought to remain calm and force his anger down.

“You can’t possibly be turning me down,” Eleanor said as she approached him. “Not after all the work I did for you. Aren’t you the tiniest bit grateful?”

“I am but ….” his confusion at the turn of events evident in his tone and manner.

“Then show it,” she said reaching for his belt.

“What the …” Casey started shocked, knocking her hand away. “I’ll be getting a different manager in the future.”

“You can’t,” she stared coldly at him.

“I can and will,” Casey told her stepping back “I haven’t signed anything. I’m not under any contractual agreement.”

“But tonight was a success. The least you could do is to retain me as your manager.”

“After tonight I wouldn’t be caught dead with you led alone sign anything giving you any kind of control over me.” A hard edge came into his voice as he spoke “Your behavior has been insulting and disgusting.” Turning he walked away without looking back.

She screamed at his retreating back “you can’t do this.”

Shaking his head as he closed the car door on her protests. Putting the car into gear he turned towards the exit mumbling to himself hoping he’d seen the last of her. His phone began to vibrate as he approached the exit. Deciding to ignore it he kept going, his mind on going home, relaxing with a good book maybe a pleasant conversation with Lynn before going to bed. Something ran out in front of the car. Braking hard he hit his forehead on the steering wheel. Holding a hand to his head he fumbled with the door handle as the security guard came running up to him.

“Mr. Bennett are you alright?” he asked as he helped Casey out of the vehicle. “I saw everything. She ran out in front of you. You didn’t hit her. I’d swear to it.”

Nodding Casey staggered towards the front of his car where he found Eleanor crumpled on the pavement. What had she been thinking when she ran out in front of him? Had she been the one calling? Was this an act of desperation because of his rejection of her advances? The world tilted around him as the blood rushed from his head. Leaning on the car breathing hard he heard the guard say “I called the cops. They should be here shortly.”

Numbly he watched the guard go over to Eleanor saying “I think she bumped her head when she fell. You didn’t hit her, I’d swear to that.”

Nodding his heavy head, the motion increasing his nausea, he sank to his knees on the pavement as two patrol cars pulled up with lights flashing. As if he was watching a movie in slow motion, Casey observed the officers checking on Eleanor, talking with the guard before one of them approached him and asked him what happened. “We had an argument. I turned her down. She wasn’t happy. I left her while she was still screaming at me.” The officer nodded as he put his pen and notebook away. As if talking to himself Casey muttered “why did she do it? I didn’t think she was crazy enough to throw herself in front of my car.” Leaning forward he asked the other officer “is she alright?”

“Tell him it’s none of his damn business,” came the snarky reply.

Smirking Casey chuckled feeling somewhat relieved hearing Eleanor’s voice “I’ll take that as a yes.” Yawning Casey asked the officer standing beside him “can I go now?”

“Yes, we have your statement and the guards,” the officer shrugged looking towards Eleanor being helped to her feet. “It’s pretty clear what happened.”

Casey turned and opened the car door when he heard someone come up behind him “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Whatever for?” he asked without turning. He sat in his car before continuing  “your the one who ran out in front of me. Your lucky I saw you and stopped before you were really hurt.”

The following month was spent with Robert and Patricia screening prospective nannies. They provided Casey with the ones they felt would be the best candidates for the job. Lynn a young woman with a flair for the dramatics and a gift for music. Eleanor a graduate student from business law looking to pay off her student loans. The final candidate was Pamela who had a winning smile and happy disposition. Patricia liked her best feeling she would be a good fit for Casey and Eddie. Robert on the other hand had reservations about her sincerity. She was a little too smooth and nice, he had the impression she was hiding something.

Casey reviewed the candidate qualifications and read the comments that Robert included from their interviews. He decided that the only way he was going to be able to decide which nanny would be the best fit for him and Eddie was to give each of them a trial run. Each would have one week, living in his house so that he could observe how they interacted with his son and for him to see if he could tolerate them living in his house.

The first one was Pamela, she arrived Monday morning with a brilliant smile and ready laugh that sounded like music. Casey couldn’t help but be drawn to her upbeat personality. She had been there for four days and Casey thought about cancelling the other two candidates. He enjoyed coming home evenings to the sound of his son laughing as Pamela lavished Eddie with attention. Smiling Casey went to change clothes.

Upon entering his bedroom, Casey had the uneasy feeling that someone had been through his things. He couldn’t place his finger on why, nothing looked out-of-place, just a little rumpled. Opening his dresser drawer his normally meticulously folded clothes were wrinkled as if they had been moved and put back. He didn’t have much and what little he had was in the bank, except for his rainy day fund. He had been saving, setting a little aside from every paycheck for Eddie’s birthday. Kneeling he pulled out the bottom drawer, it too looked rumpled and out-of-place. Taking out the small tin, pulling off the lid. Empty! Just the other day he had over five hundred dollars in it.

“Pam we need to talk,” he said upon entering Eddies room.

Looking up Pamela smiled nodding, she picked up Eddie placing him in his playpen. She followed Casey out into the living room “what’s up?” she asked sweetly.

Grimly Casey held out the empty tin “did you take it?”

Staring at the tin then back at Casey she shook her head.

“Don’t lie to me,” Casey said through clenched teeth “I know someone’s been through my things. You’re the only person I know whose had the opportunity to do it.”

“It wasn’t me,” Pamela crossed her arms daring him to contradict her.

“If not you, then who did you let into my house?” Casey asked refusing to back down. “I’m not stupid so don’t treat me like I am.”

With a smirk she came up to him “no you’re just an easy mark. If I had wanted to, I could have emptied this entire house. Instead I took your measly five hundred dollars.”

“I want it back,” Casey insisted.

“You’re dreaming,” she replied.

Balling his hand into fists Casey knew he’d never see his money again. “You’re done,” Casey told her. “I want you out of my house tonight.”

“But …. but I don’t have anyplace to go,” she sputtered her beautiful blue eyes misting up.

“You should have thought of that before you stole from me,” Casey said unmoved by her tears.

“You can’t just throw me out,” she protested.

“Again how is that my problem,” he shot back at her.

“What about Eddie? Who’ll watch him if you send me packing,” she smiled thinking she had him over a barrel.

Wanting nothing more than to wipe that irritating smile from her face he pulled his phone out. “Hey Rob, how’s it going?…. Good ….. Hey I need a favor. The nanny isn’t working out and I’m in need of a babysitter for the rest of the week ….. That’s great, thank you …. The next nanny starts on Monday … I’ll talk to you later …. ok good night.”

Smiling back at her “as you probably already heard Eddie’s taken care of. Now get out!”

Early Monday morning the new nanny arrived, smiling at Casey as he opened the door. “Hi I’m Eleanor,” she held out her hand.

Taking her hand Casey liked what he saw so far “come in Ms….”

“Just call me Eleanor,” she suggested walking past him.

“Ok,” Casey agreed a little put off by her informal ways. Frowning as he watched her inspect the room she was in. Not one word or question about his son had Casey wondering why she was there.

Completing her circuit around the room she pointed towards the easel “do you paint?”

Shrugging Casey said “yes” to her question.

“Oh these are lovely,” she said looking at the many paintings spread throughout the room. “Did you paint them?”

“Yes,” Casey crossed his arms as his irritation grew at her many questions. “Aren’t you the tiniest bit interested in knowing anything about my son? You know the one you’ll be watching.”

“Oh we have all day to get to know each other,” waving his question away. “You’re really good, have you thought about getting a manager and setting up an exhibit?”

“No,” Casey shook he head “look you’re here to care for my son, not to be my manager. Don’t you think you should be asking me relevant questions about Eddie’s care instead of my artwork?”

“What else do I need to know? I’ve read his file, he doesn’t have allergies, disabilities or illnesses. He’s a kid, what else is there to know?”

“Spoken like someone who doesn’t have kids,” Casey mumbled. Glancing at his watch “damn I’m going to be late.” Looking at Eleanor he wasn’t sure he wanted to leave his son in her care.

Smiling sweetly at him “go don’t worry about Edwin, he’ll be just fine.”

Letting himself be pushed out his own door, Casey stood outside rubbing his neck. Sighing he went to the car and pulled out his phone “Rob would you mind checking on Eddie throughout the day? …. No I don’t like the new nanny …. She’s more concerned about my lack of a manager then Eddie’s welfare …. She didn’t even know his name, called him Edwin …. Thanks Rob I owe you one.”

Coming home that night, it was unusually quiet. He’d gotten so used to coming home and hearing his son’s laughter that worry creased his forehead as  unpleasant memories of the past came to mind.  Eleanor jumped up from the couch as he entered the room.

“Oh good you’re home,” she clapped her hands “I’ve made a few inquiries …”

“Where’s Eddie?” Casey asked cutting her off.

“Taking a nap,” she said “now as I was saying…..”

“He shouldn’t be sleeping now,” Casey walked into his son’s room. “He’ll never sleep tonight.” Turning on the light, Eddie popped up from his crib “daddy home.” He lifted his little arms up to Casey.

Cuddling his son Casey felt the unmistakable dampness in his son’s diaper.

“How long has he been in this wet diaper?”

“How should I know when he wet himself?” Eleanor shrugged. “He wasn’t wet when I put him down.”

“and when was that?” Casey asked feeling his anger rise as he changed his son’s diaper observing the unmistakable evidence of a rash beginning from a dirty diaper that had been on too long.

Shrugging “I don’t know maybe an hour or two. I was busy and he was fussy so I put him down for a nap.” Making a face as the smell from the soiled diaper reached her nose, “besides I was working for your best interests in setting up an art exhibit at the gallery. I know what I’m doing, that is what I went to school for ….”

“I don’t need an exhibit or manager,” Casey said snuggling Eddie to him. “What I need is a good nanny to take care of the best interests of my son.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. You’re an amazing artist, you just need the right person to be your manager. I can be …..”

“You don’t get it do you?” Casey said his tone low and steady, his anger bubbling under the surface. “What if I don’t want to be famous?”

“Of course you do, everybody does,” she looked at him like he had grown a second head.

Scowling at her “I already have notoriety, I don’t want or need to be famous. I like what I do. I enjoy being an art critic. Painting is my hobby not my life.”

“But it could be so much more,” she said enthusiastically only hearing what she wanted to hear. Her eyes sparkling as she continued to try to persuade him to her way of thinking “Just one exhibit that’s all I ask and you’ll see how good you really are.”

“Weren’t you listening?” Casey asked his voice harsher than he expected. Eddie looked up at him in surprise beginning to whimper “Shhh it’s ok little man, Daddy’s not upset with you,” he comforted his son hugging him close.

“I don’t understand,” she said voice quivering on the verge of crying. “I only wanted to help.”

“You could have helped by doing your job and taking care of my son,” Casey sighed “look I’ll do the exhibit but this,” waving his hand “isn’t going to work. I need someone I can rely on to look after my son. I need someone I’m confident will have his best interests first not have their own agenda. I’m sorry.”

“I could stay until the end of the week,” she offered “I promise this won’t happen again.”

“I appreciate the offer but no I’ll make other arrangements.” Casey watched as she walked dejected into her room to pack.

Tossing Eddie into the air he wondered if he’d ever find the right nanny to watch his son. “Two down one to go,” he said out loud “What do you think little man, will the next nanny be a keeper?” Eddie giggled nodding his head “I hope you’re right.”

The last Nanny was due to arrive any minute and Casey could feel his anxiety sky rocketing. Would this one be the right fit for him and Eddie? He reviewed the comments Robert had written down for him. He noticed that this one was Robert’s first choice. Maybe he should have started with her instead of wasting his time with the other two.

A soft knock on the door jolted him out of his thoughts as he went to answer it. A young woman with bright red hair stood in front of him. Looking up she smiled holding out her hand “Hi I’m Lynn Matthews and you must be Mr. Bennett.”

He smiled as he took her hand, noting she was friendly and confident. “Please come in Ms. Matthews,” he stood aside to let her pass, closing the door behind them.

Turning Lynn smiled again “you mentioned in your son’s profile that he doesn’t have any allergies but I was wondering if there are any foods he doesn’t like. You know like beets, I hate beets and won’t eat them, no matter how they’re disguised.”

Chuckling a little “my son’s not a picky eater but thank you for asking.” Casey found himself drawn to this young woman and her obvious interest in getting to know his son by asking thought out questions.

“I love children and I helped my mom run a daycare in our basement when I was growing up.” She glanced around the room and Casey braced himself for the next question to be about his artwork. “You have a lovely home Mr. Bennett. Do you mind if we sit?”

Surprised that she hadn’t mentioned his artwork and a little embarrassed that he hadn’t invited her to sit, he motioned towards the sitting area “please sit make yourself at home.”

“Thank you,” she said after settling done on the couch and waiting for Casey to sit. “You mentioned that your son doesn’t have any illnesses but if he were to become ill and I have to take him to the doctor, are there any medications he’s allergic to?”

“None that I’m aware of,” Casey replied. They spent the next several minutes discussing Eddie and what he expected from her as his nanny. “Basically Ms. Matthews I want someone who will take an interest in my son and give him the attention he needs while I’m gone. At night, when I’m home I expect to care for my son myself and you are free to pursue whatever interests you have. I understand you’re into music?”

“Yes, eventually I hope to make a name for myself in the music business.”

“I hope you reach your goal,” Casey told her getting up from the chair. “I’m sorry I have to be leaving for work now. Do you have any other questions before I go?”

Smiling as she stood “yes does your son prefer being called Edward or Eddie?”

Shrugging Casey laughed “I don’t know if he has a preference yet. He answers to both.” After walking towards the door he added “just don’t call him Edwin.”

“Why would I do that?” She laughed confused.

Shaking his head Casey sighed “the last nanny kept calling him Edwin and didn’t seem to notice there was a difference.”

Laughing harder Lynn snorted “I bet I know who that was, Eleanor right? She probably was more interested in you and managing your artwork than in watching Eddie.”

“Do you know her?” Casey asked.

“You could say that,” Lynn smiled at him “she was my room-mate. When she found out I was a musician she offered to be my manager. When I refused she took offense and moved out.”

Chuckling a little Casey said “I could see her doing that.” Glancing at his watch he knew he had to leave or he’d be late for the third Monday in a row. He enjoyed talking with Lynn and how she was able to be herself. How many girls would snort while laughing? In a way he found it endearing and totally not what he would have found attractive a couple of years ago while he was in college. He had a tendency to go for the more sophisticated ladies but his luck with that left him with a son and an ex-fiance. Shaking his head he was about to close the door when Lynn’s voice stopped him.

“Mr. Bennett?” Lynn called “how do I reach you if something comes up and I have to reach you?”

Coming back inside he wrote his contact information down for her than ran out of the house. He arrived at his desk without a minute to spare but at least he wasn’t late. Sitting down he realized that this was the first time he’d come to work without the familiar worry of leaving his son. He was confident that Eddie was in good hands.

A weight was lifted from his shoulders and he sighed in relief. He got through work with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face and a mind preoccupied with a pair of pretty green eyes. Shaking his head he tried to concentrate on appraising the artwork in front of him and not on his son’s new nanny. A smile crept across his face as his mind once again drifted off.

Coming into the house he heard the unmistakable sound of his son giggling in his room. Walking to his son’s door he watched as Lynn tickled his son sending Eddie into fits of giggles. Eddie looked up and squealed “Daddy’s home.” He lifted his little arms out towards him. Lynn seeing Casey standing in the doorway walked over to him.

Taking Eddie from her, Casey snuggled him close. “So how was your day?”

“Lynn fun. She play with me,” Eddie said with a brilliant smile on his face. “Like Lynn.”

“Do you think she should stay?” Casey asked him. Nodding his head enthusiastically Eddie squealed in delight as Casey tossed him in the air. It felt good to come home from a long day at work and be able to enjoy time with his son.

After feeding Eddie his supper and settling him in his playpen Casey joined Lynn in the living room. Lynn was softly playing a guitar, the melody soft and soothing. Something Casey hadn’t heard before, tearing his eyes away, Casey went to his easel and began to paint. Inspired by the music he was listening to and the easing of the anxiety he had been carrying around with him. He had no awareness of the passage of time until Lynn asked from behind him “would you like something to eat?”

Shaking his head he tried to bring his mind back to the present but all he could do was stare dumbly at her. “I’m sorry what did you say?” he managed.

Laughing softly “I’m not much of a cook but I made a salad. There’s enough if you’d like some.”

“Um thank you,” Casey said as he began the tedious task of cleaning his brushes and putting his paints away so they wouldn’t dry out. Sitting down Casey asked “that song you were playing earlier, did you write it?”

Nodding Lynn looked down at her plate “I wrote it after my mom passed away.”

“I’m sorry,” Casey mumbled. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok,” Lynn told him. “She always encouraged me to go after my dreams. Without her support I doubt I would be here today.”

“Sounds like an interesting story,” Casey said smiling to encourage her to continue talking.

“Not when it’s your story. You see when I was younger I went through a rebellious period in my teens. I felt like I was going to self destruct. You know drinking and wild parties, stuff like that. I put my parents through hell but I eventually turned my life around.”

Listening Casey couldn’t help but think of his younger brother, Gene. Maybe he should have been a little more supportive instead of brushing him off, thinking his dreams were foolish. Tuning back into Lynn’s voice he heard her say.

“When my mom got sick I told her about my dream of being a musician. I remember telling her I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to resist the temptations of the lifestyle. That maybe I should just listen to all the doubters and give up before I even tried.” Looking up with tears in her green eyes she asked “do you know what she told me?”

Shaking his Casey wished there was something he could say to comfort her.

“She told me to never quit just because it’d be easier than facing my fears.” She smiled wiping tears from her eyes. “She told me I was stronger than I gave myself credit for.”

Reaching across the table Casey took her hand in his “your mother was right.” Squeezing her hand, Casey promised himself that he would be more understanding and supportive of Gene in the future. He wondered if it was too late to tune into Sim Idol and see how Gene was faring on the show.