LOST & WILD
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Lost & Wild Special Edition:Â JB and Blueâs Halloween Pumpkins
Time for another check-in with Bam, Harper, and their little brood! Happy Fall, yaâll!
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3050
Bam had barely docked the boat before Harper was jumping off to secure the ropes to the pilings. He knew she was excited to introduce the kids to a tradition of hers, but he had to shake his head at her apparent enthusiasm. JB, their son of just over three, stood on a stool next to Bam, still having to strain to see over the panel in front of him.
âDaddy, did I do it?â He asked, looking a little bit stressed over his first âdockingâ.
âMy boy, you did fantastic! We didnât hit the dock or any other boats. Youâre proving to be a better captain than even I.â He complimented JB, his smile broadening as JBâs face lit up in proud fashion.
âDDAAAADDDY!!!â Blue yelled from below deck, scrambling up the ladder as fast as her legs would carry her, âARE WE THERE?â Her eyes were wide and wild, her excitement overflowing.
âYes, baby girl, weâre in town.â He lifted JB off of the stool and set him on the floor next to Blue. Time had flown by so fast. It seemed as if only yesterday heâd met Harper and her cousins on these very docks and today his babies stood before him, hardly babies any more. Blue was 5 years old now and just as much of a spitfire as ever. She was almost dancing in place, unable to keep still.
Harper bounded back into the cabin of the boat.
âWhat are you guys waiting for?? Arenât you ready to go see pumpkins?â She aimed her zeal at the children, both of their eyes lighting up. Bam smiled warmly, but chuckled, almost mystified by the thought that such eagerness could be devoted to acquiring a vegetable. Sure, heâd seen jack-o-lanterns before, but the only pumpkins theyâd ever had were purchased for food, not frivolous decoration. But Harperâs doe eyes and pouty lip had won him over. As if he could ever deny her anything she wanted.
âYES! I want a BIG pumpkin, mommy!â JB jumped up and down to match his sisterâs movements, the two grasping hands and spinning an a circle, dizzying themselves. The fell with a thud to the wooden floor in a fit of giggles.
âWell then weâll get you the biggest one we can find!â Harper scooped him up off the floor, nuzzling his warm cheek. Bam snatched up Blue, throwing her over his shoulder as she squealed. Once on the dock, Bam situated the girl on his shoulders, letting her be the beacon as they made their way to the shore.
There was a small festival in town, a few tents dotted the road ahead, hay bales lined the sidewalks. Carnival games grabbed the attention of JB and Blue as they handed over dollar bills to throw balls at milk jugs, darts at balloons, and ping pong balls at vases. Blue roared in response to her grand prize achievement, receiving a stuffed bear larger than herself. JB wordlessly offered his help, the two carrying the stuffed monstrosity to the next game booth.
Harper held Bamâs hand as she watched them, their bright faces and infectious laughter always left her in awe at the lives she and Bam had brought into this world. To see the way the two were so close almost brought her to tears, she managed to hold them back as Bam squeezed her hand.
âWe got pretty lucky, didnât we?â He let go of her hand to slide his arm around her waist.
Harper turned to look at him, his sunglasses hiding the emotion she knew he was hoping to hide in his eyes. She smiled and kissed his cheek, nodding.
âYeah, real lucky.â
At the end of the row of games, the plush bear was dangerously close to dragging the ground as their childrenâs stamina was dwindling. Bam convinced Blue to let him carry the bear since they were going to need all of their strength to carry back their pumpkins, pointing at the tent ahead that had hundreds of pumpkins spilling out of itâs confines.
Both of their eyes were as wide as saucers, their minds filled with the stories Harper had told them stories over the last few weeks of carving them and setting them aglow with candles. Blue asked every night before bed if she could carve anything she wanted, her first choice changing nightly.
After looking back for their parentâs permission, Blue took JBâs hand and they raced off, pouring over the gourds one after the other.
âJB! Look at THIS one! NoâŚ.this one!â Blue could barely stop and study one before she was zipping to the next. JB following her lead, the two narrowly avoiding a collision a few times as they zigged and the other zagged. Bam brought his camera, snapping pictures of them both as they lifted heavy pumpkins, showing everyone to their parents.
When Blue finally picked out the one she wanted, her little legs shook with effort as she tried to lift it, the circumference of it, stretching her arms to their limits. To keep from dropping it, she let Bam carry it for her. JBâs was slightly more modest, but he carried it, slightly struggling, Harper bent over next to him as he walked, ready to save the gourd from itâs doom should it topple out of his grip. Borrowing a wheelbarrow, the children heaved their selections into the basin, picking out a few more for their auntâs and uncles and grandparents. The lot of Browntown had been happy to participate, each planning their own carving to make the holiday more festive in the forest.
Raising his eyebrows at the total, Bam sighed sarcastically, peering at Harper over his glasses.
âI better at least get a pie out of this.â He chided.
Harper narrowed her eyes playfully. She leaned in mumbling into his ear.
âOh, youâll get a pie alright, as long as youâre a good boy.â She quipped to him. She almost laughed aloud when he quickly dug out cash and thrusted it at the cashier.
âIâm always a good boyâŚâ he grumbled back, she turned, trying not to yelp when he pinched her backside.
âJoshua!â Harper blushed, but couldnât stay mad at him, not as happy as he looked.
The little family made an assembly train as they unloaded the pumpkins from the wheelbarrow onto the boat, Bam having to muscle the last one alone as Blue followed him, concern in her face that he would drop it.
âDaddy, be CAREFUL! Respect the pumpkin!â She said to him as he set it down and she hugged it in relief. Harper snickered.
âThat one is alllll your fault.â She pointed a finger in Bamâs chest playfully. He huffed, unable to hide his amusement.
âI guess I canât deny that one.â
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Back in the inlet, the boat anchored, Harper, JB, and Blue took turns handing pumpkins to Bam in the skiff, Blue demanding they go slow and easy with herâs, barking orders as if she were in charge of a wrecking crew.
âLittle lady, you better watch that tone.â Bam warned as she criticized his handling of the stem. The earnestness in her face made him want to scold her and hug her at the same time. She held JBâs hand, trying her hardest to help him down into the skiff. In reality it just made it more difficult, but neither Bam nor Harper had the heart to tell her otherwise.
Safely aboard the skiff, JB and Blue held tightly to their pumpkins, Blue squeezing so tightly that Harper had to warn her not to hug it into a million peices. Neither child wanted to part with their selection once at shore, worried that in the flurry of unloading there would be a mixup and they would lose track of the ones theyâd chosen. As the rest of the Browns met them at the shore and indulged Blue and JBâs recantation of their trip to town, eventually gathering their pumpkins and heading back into the forest.
Blue tested Bamâs patience, refusing to let him carry hers even though she had to stop every five feet to set it down and rest. Bamâs resolve was wearing thin, but every time she stopped, he just looked skyward and took a deep breath before reaffirming his patience with his daughter. JB was much more easy going, holding onto his motherâs hand as they followed, his pumpkin in Harperâs arm.
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Once they finally arrived back at their cabin set a short way from the center of Browntown, pumpkin guts were slinging everywhere; slimy little handprints were all over every surface. Bam was clearly on edge, large knives lying on the table, he saw the twinkle in Blueâs eyes as the shiny metal caught her attention.
âBlueberry Gypsy, donât you even think about it.â He bellowed a little, making her jump a little and scowl; Harper couldnât believe how much she looked like her father just then. Redirecting both of her childrenâs attention, Harper took a flat pan to the wood stove along with all the seeds she and JB had been seperating and cleaning. She recruited Blue to salt the seeds, JBâs little hands spreading them out flat.
âAnd we can eat these, Mommy?â Blue asked, watching the seeds drying on the door of the stove.
âYes, this one one of my favorite things to eat as a kid.â Harper said, popping a raw one in her mouth.
Bam now calmer, called his children over and sat with them, letting them use a small pocket knife to trace small outlines on each of their pumpkins. Once they were happy with their designs (JB receiving a helping hand from his dad), they stood close by while Bam and Harper each carved along their traces carefully. Both children watched and chattered excitedly as chunks of pumpkin fell away revealing the jack-o-lanterns.
Blue was jumping up and down in her chair with excitement as Bam and Harper sealed light from the cabin, covering windows, shutting the doors, darkening the room before lighting candles in each gourd. JB and Blue both looked on as the glow illuminated each perfectly crooked face.
âI LOVE IT.â Blueâs loud whisper spoke her level of wonderment, JB clapping.
Still insisting on carrying it, Blue made her way slowly outside to put the pumpkins at the end of the little walkway to the cabin, setting both pumpkins down opposite each other. In the dusk, lit up they looked every more magical. Soon the rest of the family came to see their pumpkins, Blue going into extraneous detail of hersâ, JB jumping up into his grandpaâs arms and pointing at his simply.
The large group travelled from dwelling to dwelling, seeing the different pumpkins that each person carved. Both of the small children were tickled to pieces over their new tradition, begging to do it every year.
That evening, Blue dressed up as superhero and JB as a Bear, the two ran from house to house, zig-zagging around Brown-town, collecting candy and completing activities that aunt, uncle or grandparent planned for them. Bobbing for apples was Blueâs favorite as she almost dunked her entire little body in the basin. JB liked the face-painting, looking even more like the cutest teddy bear. Â
Once night fell, all the jack-o-lanterns were lit, the light cast from their faces dancing on the ground and trees surrounding them. When the night threatened to draw on too long, Bam and Harper rounded up the children and walked them back to their cabin, both Blue and JB kissing each jack-o-lantern good night as they passed. Their excitement kept them up and excitable for a short time, but ultimately both crashed in their parentâs lap as Bam read to them from a Halloween book about ghosts, witches and wizards.
Laying Blue in her bed, Harper frowned when she heard the pillow crinkle. Lifting it as to not wake Blue, she found a stash of candy that Blue had somehow managed to sneak into her room. Gathering all but one, Harper shook her head, biting back a laugh.
âContrabandâŚâ Harper whispered, showing Bam as they met outside of the childrenâs room. Bam chose a piece and popped it in his mouth.
âDelicious contrabandâŚâ He smiled. He smacked her backside as she turned, â I think we need to go play our own little game of trick or treat. Get in that bedroom, girl.â
As soon as dawn arrived, Blue was up milling around the house. Though Halloween was over, she was still abuzz from all of the activity (and perhaps the candy stash that her parentâs hadnât found). The moment Bam was up and dressed, she dashed out the front door, beelining for the pumpkins at the end of their walk. She stopped short, dead silent though, staring straight ahead.
âD-Daddy?â She asked, pointing ahead of her as she looked back at him, âMy pumpkinâŚâ
Bamâs eyes followed her finger and saw the scattered remains of her pumpkin, smashed beyond any semblance of recognition. The scratches in the dirt, the scat littering the ground not far from it were all he needed to figure out a bear had decided to make a snack of their decorations.
âBlueberry...Iâm so sorry. I think a bear mustâve liked your pumpkins, too.â He took her hand, his other hand resting near his handgun holster, his eyes peeled and scanning to make sure the animal was long gone. He walked with Blue around the complex and noticed not a single pumpkin had been spared, pulpy orange flesh lay strewn about. Some had tried to clean up what they could, but the damage was done and Blue was crushed, walking with her shoulders slumped, her feet dragging along the dirt. When they returned home, both JB and Blueâs pumpkin remains had been cleaned from the yard. Blue kicked a rock, sulking.
Bam sniffed the air, looking through the window of his cabin, seeing Harper working on something in the kitchen, JB standing on a stool next to her, still dressed in his little bear costume. Â
âGirl, I bet your mama might just save the day.â He sniffed again, smirking. He picked Blue up and let her piggy back on his back, galloping into the house. Blue sniffed when she passed through the door, smelling some sweet spice. She wiggled down off of Bam and went to the over, peering in to see washed, clean chunks of pumpkin baking. She then crawled up the stool next to JB and watch as he stirred a bowl of dry spices and sugar.
âPunkin Pie!â He announced to her.
âWeâre going to eat our pumpkins?â She looked horrified for a moment.
âBlue, just because the pumpkins were ruined doesnât mean we canât find another way to enjoy them. The pumpkins werenât going to last forever even if the bear hadnât come around and tore them up.â Harper explained, working her own bowl of ingredients into a pie crust dough. Blue climbed up on the counter, crawling across, mimicking the kneading of her mother.
âThatâs right, little girl. This way we arenât wasteful. â Bam tapped a small spattering of flour, booping Blueâs nose, leaving a powdery, white mark behind.
âDaddy!â she giggled trying to wipe it away, her own floury hands just adding to the mess.
The rest of the morning was spent measuring, cutting, mashing, and baking. By the time the pie was done, Blue and JBâs bellyâs were grumbling loud enough, they were sure the noise would scare away any bear who dared come near. They hovered dangerously close to the cooling confection as Harper warned them to stay away until after dinner, then they could have some. She noticed then that Blueâs twitchy fingers were unlikely to make it long.
Both children went down for their naps with such ease that Harper couldnât help but be suspicious. She kept her ears open for any sound of them moving around as she and Bam spent the afternoon together, cleaning the mess that was made, bringing in wood, laundry.
âHarperâŚâ Bam whispered as he stoked the fire in the woodstove, âThere is a tiny bear in our ktichenâŚâ
Harperâs heart about leapt out her chest as she snapped her head around, taking him entirely too literally. She saw the bear. Itâs fuzzy brown ears, itâs beady, plastic black eyes and itâs button nose was all that was visible behind the counter.
âJB! Sit down!â Came a harsh whisper. It was then that the bear disappeared and that both parents noticed that the counter was now obviously bare, a pie no longer in sight.
Bam had to hide his grin and Harper tried to look stern, but even a grin was playing at the corners of her mouth. They crept quietly together to the kitchen, the unmistakable sounds of little lips smacking wafting out.
Blue and JB sat on the floor, their little hands covered in pumpkin pie as they dug pieces out to eat.
âMommy really is a good cook.â Blue said, breaking off a piece of crust, JB only nodding in agreement, his cheeks puffed out with a mouthful of the pie.
âBlueberry GypsyâŚâ Bam rumbled.
âJoshua Bam Bam JuniorâŚ.â Harper followed.
Both froze in place, hands halfway to grabbing another bite, Blue gulping her last loudly.
âS-SorryâŚâ Blue said. JB didnât speak, only looked like he was about to cry.
Harper sighed, joining the kids on the floor after she grabbed forks from the dish strainer. Bam shook his head chuckling as he sat too, pulling JB in his lap.
âDonât cry, son. Is it good?â He asked his baby bear clad child. JB be nodded, still chewing. JB offered a bite still in his fingers to Bam, smashing a little of it in his beard. Harper had to giggle now, handing each a fork and taking a bite herself, offering another bite to Blue, whose impish smile became infectious.
âI love Halloween, mommy. I canât wait to do this every year.â Blue said, holding the pie up for others to take more.
âSounds like we have a new tradition. â Bam said, nudging Harper.
âSounds perfect to me.â Harper said, leaning against him as she once again appreciated how lucky she was to have such an amazing life.
So Iâm a few days late, but had to get private feedback first (<3 you guys)
Rated: M ( for a little bit of steeeeam)
Blueberry Gypsy Brown busied her chubby little fingers on the construction paper. She held the crayon as best she could, attempting to keep her scribbles to a minimum. She hunched over her little kiddie table, her tongue hanging out her mouth in deep concentration. The wood floor was littered with her previous attempts; the hearts were the wrong color; the hearts were the wrong shape; there were too many hearts; there werenât enough hearts.
âIf there arenât enough, just add more.â Harper had encouraged her daughter.
âNOOOOOOOO! Mommy...just-give-me-new-paper.â Blue had insisted. Harper gave in, shaking her head as she handed another piece over. She rubbed the soft, velvety hair of her little baby boy, Joshua Bam Bam Brown, Jr. as he calmly laid his head against his mother's shoulder. He did things at a much different pace than his headstrong sister. He hadnât tried to walk, but didnât matter as he much preferred to be held and loved on rather than be independent.
âYou are as stubborn as your Daddy.â Harper teased Blue, going back to working in the kitchen where she could watch over her daughter.
âBut at least Iâm as pretty as you!â Blue batted her eyelashes, fully aware she was being impishly sarcastic. Harper laughed, shaking her head as she sipped her herbal tea, wishing that little J.B. would nap soon. He kept rubbing his eyes and laying his head down, but he was refusing to actually nap. Usually there was a trick or two to getting him to lie down, and that was Harper singing his favorite lullabies and violin playing by her temporarily absent husband, Bam.
The brothers and their father, Billy, had embarked on a hauling trip a few days prior and were due back any moment. The weather had been sketchy at best, February was after all an unpredictable time of year in the southeast Alaskan waterways. It was hard not to worry, even with as busy as chores and the children kept her. In those rare moments of levity, she would fret. Those nights she slept in the middle of the bed, her hand on the spot where his head normally laid, sheâd worry.
She felt a sudden rush of relief and her heart swell when she heard 3 long blasts coming from the short. The baby, who was not even walking yet, jumped a little, even at his young age he knew what the sound meant. His head turned quickly from one side to the other already looking for his dad.
Blue was so deeply preoccupied with her own work, she didnât even act like she heard a thing; Though Harper could swear she saw her start coloring faster. She had to smile a little when she heard Blue singing a little song that she and her Uncle Bear had made up.
âRun through the trees, feel the cold breeze. See me running, running past ya, Iâm so happy I live in Alaskaâ.
The words had such a sing-songy rhythm to them, Blue hummed it constantly. She was pretty enamored with her Uncle who was always giving her little presents and making time for her. Without looking at the card, Harper suddenly realized it was probably for Bear. She smiled, but she knew every time that Blue did something special for Bear, Bam was a little hurt. He never let Blue know, or show her in any way, but Harper had seen his shoulders slump when she would pick an afternoon with Bear over him.
Coming back from a trip, heâd be so excited to see them all, Harper was a little worried that Blue might even blow right past him for Bear.
âAre you excited to see Daddy?â Harper asked J.B. who just giggled and cooed. He might not be able to speak yet, but the word âDaddyâ clearly brought him joy, âHow about you, Miss Sassy Pants?â She spoke to Blue now who was diligently working while occasionally glancing towards the door as if it would open any second. Harper did the same, trying to find a way to busy herself to keep from jumping out of her skin. In the days before the babies sheâs rush out of the trapper shack, jumping in his arms at the midway point when he returned. Once they barely even made it to a sheltered bush off to the side before he made love to her. But that was back then before the babies. Regardless, she still couldnât wait to jump in his arms and show him exactly how much she missed him as soon as they had a moment alone together.
Her heart skipped a beat as the metal latch on their door clicked and opened and Bam was home. His heavy duffel bag thunked on the floor as he let it slide off his shoulder. A huge smile adorned his face as his eyes fell on each member of his small family. J.B. wiggled, making excited cooing noises, unable to vocalize his excitement any other way. Blue looked over a huge, cheesy grin.
âHi, Daddy!!â She buried her project under the scraps of her rejected ones, knocking her chair over as she jumped and bounded over to him, being swung up in his arms, wrapping her little arms and legs around him.
âAhh, thereâs my little monkey.â He chuckled, not really having to hold on to her, she clung to him so tightly. Harper walked up to him, trying to keep J.B. from wiggling off of her hip. âAhhh, and hereâs my sexy little monkeyâŚâ His voice was softer, suggestive as he drew her to him, his face hovering so close to hers, a smirk played on his lips. His eyes shifted to the chubby hands of his baby reaching for him. âAnd is this my little man? He grew so much, Harp!â He let J.B. fall into his arms, embracing both his children in a long hug.
Soon other voices of returning family members wafted through the open door and Blueâs eyes shot open, her head up like a meerkat. She started wiggling her way down, climbing off of Bam. She ran to her table and grabbed her project, putting it under her shirt as if neither of her parentâs would notice.
âBlue?â Harper called as the girl, raced by them.
âI gotta see Unca Bear!!â She called behind her, her dark wavy curls whipping behind her. Bam sighed, trying to hide the hurt evident in his tone.
âWell, at least I got the first hug.â He smiled, and turned to J.B., baby talking with him, making the boy giggle.
âYou know she loves you. But Bear is the fun, no rules guy....kids always gravitate towards that for a while.â Harper kissed his cheek.
Harper knew that the rest of the day would be family time, where everyone would reconnect after the time apart including a dinner with everyone expected to attend. She had no problem with this normally, but she hoped that the family didnât make a late night of it, being Valentineâs day and all. She secretly hoped Ami and Billy or perhaps the girls would suggest a sleepover for the kids, to give Bam and her some time alone. They hadnât been in the new cabin long and she desperately wanted to christen every room âproperlyâ with him.
Bam helped her around the cabin, happy to be near her again, making sure that their part of the dinner was complete. He took the lead with the baby, gently rocking him and telling him a story of their trip lulling him to sleep with his deep, soothing voice. Harper felt like she fell in love with the man more everyday. He continually surprised her with his desire to be a better father every day, a better provider, an equal partner with her. He gently closed the door to the childrenâs room, J.B. snoozing softly in his bed.
âYou are pretty amazing. Heâs been fighting that nap for hours.â Harper admitted, cleaning the mess from cooking. She had her arms deep in the warm, sudsy water, washing dishes. Bam sidled up behind her. She giggled as she felt his bearded cheek graze her neck. His hands slid in the water, caressing her skin.
âWell you know me, sometimes Daddy just has that special touch.â She felt a strong pulse between her legs as his words were gravely and husky. He kissed her shoulder, even through her shirt, she could feel the heat of his kiss. She felt it next on her neck, making her whole body break out in goosebumps. He felt the bumps on his lips, smiling.
âStill? After all this time...I still do this to you?â He chuckled in his throat.
âAlwaysâŚâ She smiled at his laugh. She felt his wet hands slide up her arms, out of the water. He wrapped them around her, soaking her shirt with his wet hands rubbing across her breasts.
âGod, I missed you.â His voice was in her ear, his body flush against her, moving slightly. She could feel just how much he missed her prodding her backside.
âJoshua...babyâŚâ Her eyes rolled shut, bracing herself against the counter, â I thought...mmmm...I thought weâd wait until tonight?â She whimpered, his tongue bathing the sensitive skin of her neck.
âNoâŚ. I wanna break in this kitchen nowâŚâ He growled, his hands roughly yanked her pants down, making her gasp from the suddenness of it, âDaddy needs you...nowâŚâ his hand slid back up her, his fingers gently around her neck, stroking the soft skin.
âOh godâŚâ She felt her core rage with heat, â Take me now.â She begged, pressing back into him. Bamâs hormones raged themselves, heâd romance her tonight, take his time, worship every inch of her. But now...right now...he needed her, needed to claim her. He needed this quick, wild release
âGod, woman, I love youâŚâ He whispered, guiding his more than ready self into her. He hissed as he slid in, her heat almost too much, âDamn...Harper, girl...you fit me like a glove.â
HIs hands slid up her back, grabbing her shoulders, quickly working himself into her, over and over he sank in. He bit his lip to keep from yelling her name, aware that any noises could possibly end this moment. He grinned as he heard her whimpers  that she was trying to hold back, escape from her hips. He moved faster, testing her restraint. He could see the whites of her knuckles as she gripped the counter tightly. Leaning over her a bit, he drove himself deeper inside her wetness, kissing her shoulder blade as his slid his hand around her mouth. He could feel her moans vibrate against his fingers, she let the noises come out, letting his hand block them now.
Sooner than heâd wanted, he felt a tingle building deep inside, increasing as he felt his release looming over him. She felt it too, she felt his shaft expanding inside her. She loved this feeling, the moment right before he released, it was almost cosmic. She felt his thrust become short, hard bursts as he came, filling her with the evidence of his desire, her name a harsh whisper on his breath.
The dishes did not get done. Instead, Bam carried his wife to the sofa, saying to hell with the chores. He sat down, pulling her in his lap, cuddling and caressing her as they sat together, admiring one another. They made little bits of small talk, but for the most part, he just adored her.
Soon their door flew open and Blue presented herself by announcing her arrival. She saw her mother and father on the couch and you could see the feeling of not being the center of attention eating at her. She quickly remedied it by clamoring onto the sofa, climbing in Bamâs lap.
âOh, all done with uncle Bear?â Bam teased her, Harper could hear a hint of jealousy in his voice.
âYep, he brought me something. I needed to for my project.â
âOh, my little girl has her own project now? What did he bring youâŚ.2x4âs? A Hammer? A new saw?â Bam teased her. She rolled her eyes, giggling.
âNoooo Daddy...for this!. - She pulled the card sheâd been working on from under her shirt, now, wrapped a larger sheet of white paper.
âWhatâs this?â He asked, raising his eyebrows. Blue, just wriggled and giggled more in his lap. He opened the white paper slowly, just adding to Blue excited agitation. Harper watched, her heart full as she saw how he interacted with their daughter.
The front of the card had just the right amount of hearts on it. It was inscribed with crayon.
To my Daddy
The
Best
Valentine
Harper stroked Bamâs hair, she was sure her strong, strapping man was on the verge of tears. The card was for him.
âFor me, my little one?â He asked, his voice gentle and appreciative.
âYes, Daddy. Youâre my favorite...DUH.â She teased him, â Open it!â Her hands almost covered her mouth to hide her smile. Bam smiled so big, Harper thought his face might break.
He opened and his smile turned to one more of surprise as his face was doused with thousands of tiny, sparkly Blue flakes.
âBear brought me glitter for your card. And look, Daddy, itâs BLUE.â She giggled so hard that she rolled off his lap and onto the couch. Harper had to cover her own smile that was quickly turning into giggles as she looked at her husband's glitter encrusted beard, his glasses dusted in it as well.
He wiped the glasses, reading the inside.
LOVE
BLUE
At first...he looked blank, Harper not sure if he was amused or annoyed. His head turned as his eyes fell to their daughter, still squirming with laughter. She saw the corner of his mouth twitch and finally uptick into a grin. He shook his head, closing the card.
âThank you, Blue. Daddy loves it. And Daddy loves you very much, too. â He squeezed her leg. She popped up and threw her arms around him, covering herself in glitter too.
âHappy Valentimeâs day, Daddy. â She said, leaning her head on his shoulder as she settled down in his lap.
âHappy Valentineâs day, Blue. â Bam kissed her forehead, regardless of the amount of glitter he was covered in, heâd never felt so happy.
Harper had been back in Missouri for a couple of weeks. After some heated negotiations with Discovery, Harper made sure that she her cousins, and even the Brownâs were still compensated for their time even though they only made it halfway through the agreed upon timeframe. She could be vicious in the boardroom as much as she could anywhere else. Billy has called in to the conference. She had a sneaking suspicion that there were more Brown's present, but they didn't speak. She barely spoke to Billy, leaving the room then minute business was over, avoiding and social discussions.
Filming was starting this week for their show. She felt better now, sheâd kept herself preoccupied with taking care of her land. Braden and Koby coming by frequently to help out with projects. A few times they tried to bring up the Browns or Alaska, but Harper would quickly squash that chatter. Theyâd started a project of building a treehouse that had bridges to other trees that they would later add more rooms or decks to. LIke a tiny treehouse commune. Sheâd gotten the idea originally after spending the afternoon with Bear helping with improvements on his tree house.
The were working first on building the spiral staircase that would wrap around the entire trunk of the big oak tree. She looked up through the giant branches of the tree as the warm summer wind rustled the leaves. It was humid, it was well into the 90âs. She had to acclimate herself to the weather, but was finding herself enjoying again. She missed this big massive trees with their broad leaves. Sheâd gone through her land and chopped down a good portion of cedars out of spite, tired of seeing anything resembling an evergreen.
As the day to begin filming loomed closer, the rest of the cousins started showing up. So many that all the bedrooms in the house were taken, the converted barn loft studio was full and even the campers sheâd brought it were full. All 14 cousins were there, along with their families, even the a couple of the aunts and uncles showed up.
She felt more full of life and spirit with them all around. Each night she surrounded herself with them, theyâd all have a giant family dinner. Theyâd laugh for hours. It was almost as if they were kids again at a big family reunion. They rode their ATVâs in big groups cheering on those brave enough to try the tight corners. They would spend afternoons jumping off cliff-faces into pools of spring water, hiking through Harperâs woods to the waterfall.
At night, there were just people, everywhere, and Harper loved it. They even would pull out their instruments; even Koby pulled out his drum set. They would jam for what seemed like hours. Harper sang mostly, having to hook up the microphone as they would put on almost mini-concerts for the family. The boys knew enough to know what songs to avoid when they played. But when Harper took a break to rest her vocal chords, Braden stealthily mouthed the words ânot overâ to Jack. Jack nodded, smiling a little as he tuned his guitar for the song. He called the rhythm, key and tempo to the band as they started to play. Harper, whoâd been getting a drink, heard the song from the kitchen. She walked out of the back door toward the makeshift stage, her arms crossed. She made eye contact with Braden and Alex, who still continued to play.
Itâs Not Over - Daughtry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFP_jcY_MLc
She knew that the boys loved her. She knew they only wanted the best for her. She knew that a lot of times she came across too stubborn and prideful that they wouldnât push her to do something that she was adamantly against. But this song...it almost felt like they were telling her she was wrong. They boys had been prepared for her to be mad, maybe even cut the power to the stage. They didnât really expect her to just stand there, looking at them as if she was really, really listening to them. They changed the last line, as Braden sang the line..
âThis love might be killing you, but heâs the only one...itâs not over.â He sang the last line.
They held eye contact as the song ended. Harper dropped her eyes, creasing her brow as she swallowed the lump building in her throat. She walked back into the kitchen as the family clapped behind her.
As everyone turned in that night she headed to her bedroom and she was alone, again. Sheâd had a handful of decent nights since sheâd been back, but not many. She lay in bed, flipping through tv channels, thumbing through her phone, anything to keep her preoccupied. But she couldnât help her mind from wandering. Wandering back to the woods of Chichagof Island.
She couldnât help her thoughts float back to the beach...the blueberries...the firepit...the video camera. His face. His lips, his arms, his abs, his tongueâŚ
Harper frustratedly slammed her phone down on the bed. She was so tired of thinking about him. She tried anything to make herself stop. She pulled her laptop into bed and tried to work. She scanned through her emails from Discovery. She was surprised when she read through one that they were being invited to spend 5 weeks in Louisiana on another reality show. She remembered meeting that family before.
They had a son that was a couple of years younger than her that had followed her everywhere at some reality convention they were at. He was a looker and that southern drawl was almost the sexiest thing sheâd ever heard. But for some reason at that time she hadnât been interested. She pulled up some pictures of Chase Landry on her phone and looked again. He was still a looker, his hair was longer now and his tattooâs had increased.
Even with all of those things, she still didnât feel a pull to him. Heâd been nice enough. But not feeling something for someone, she didnât want to lead him on and hurt him later.
âLike you did Bam?â Her conscious sprang up. She frowned, angry at the thought.
She typed a quick email they they werenât interested right now. She didnât need any more drama in her life.
She couldnât let her thought go though. She felt her interest slipping from whatever was playing on the tv, and she felt her emotions welling up again. She was getting really tired of crying all the time. She knew she had loved Bam, more quickly and deeply than she ever had before. She was wracked with guilt the more she replayed their last argument in her head.
The more time that had passed the more she realized that the crew probably did know, the more she thought about how many cameras and devices were set up around her own property, the more she realized that anywhere on that island they could have been giving a free show to the Discovery crew. No wonder after they came back they were always trying to hang around her and Bam. Bringing the cameras first thing in the morning to the trapper shack, following them on their hunts.
She felt guilt overwhelm her as she buried her face in her pillow. SHeâd never be able to say she was sorry enough. She wouldnât blame him if heâd never want to talk to her again. She felt foolish that sheâd ever let it get this far. She felt like sheâd lost control of herself, a control that she had worked so hard to get back after her last disaster of a relationship. And for what? A decent roll in the hay? A man that seemed just as intent on pleasing her as he had himself? A man everyone else had written off as a bossy control-freak, but had shown her how much he could care for another person?
She rolled over, heavily dragging her hands over her face to dry her tears. She exhaled heavily, getting out of bed. She rummaged through her closet and found her sleeping bag, she grabbed a pillow and quietly left her room. The house was still, save for the random snores of different people strewn about the house in bedrooms and living spaces. She had to hold a laugh in as Koby was stretched out on the couch, his feet over the back, his head hanging over the side. A few more inches and the boy would be upside down completely. She tip-toed out of the back door, towards the woods.
It was still outside, the noises of tree frogs and locusts buzzing. A symphony of crickets randomly chirped. The air was still heavy with humidity, it was much harder to breath here now. The air in Alaska was light and crisp, even on humid days. Even when it was raining so much, Harper was sure she might drown from the moisture in the air.
There was no moon, the only light humming from a dusk to dawn lamp near the barn. She could hear her sheep and goats bleating quietly.
She reached the edge of the woods, walking into the treeline, as she found the new spiral stairs that led to the tree house. It wasnât completed by any means, but the main house was framed, has walls and a roof. There was one swinging bridge that let to a deck on the second tree. There was a slight glow from the white christmas lights that her cousinâs wives had hung while helping with some of the detail and interior.
She climbed up the stairs and unrolled her sleeping bag on the floor. She lay on top of it, too hot to get inside of it. She doubled up her pillow and laid back, hoping the change of scenery would help. She stared through the area of the roof that was unfinished, through the branches she could see a billion stars. It was so peaceful out here. No city noise, no neighbors, just the sounds of nature singing their songs of their lives. She felt fresh tears spring to the corners of her eyes as she felt a wave of unhappiness wash over her again. She tried to steady her breath and blink them away. All they did was fall down the side of her face into her pillow.
âGod, Iâm so sick of crying!â She said aloud to herself. She sat up on her elbows as she heard the stairs creak a little. Alex, Braden, Jack and Koby came in the treehouse. There was plenty of space for all of them, but they all sat near Harper. Even in the dimness of the christmas lights strings, they could still see the pain in her eyes.
âHarp, why are you just sitting around torturing yourself.â Braden said, leaning against the wall.
âIâm not torturing myself, Iâm just trying to get back to my life.â She stated, absentmindedly picking at the seam in her sleeping bag.
âHowâs that working out for you?â Koby said, sarcastically. Harper shot him a look, but couldnât maintain it, knowing they were on to something.
âThatâs all well and good, you know, trying to get your life back. But did you stop to think that maybe this,â Braden motioned around the room, pointing towards her house, âisnât all there is to your life anymore? What if your âlifeâ includes someone else now?â He said, emphasizing the word someone. Harper just looked at him. She felt something that she didnât very often, she had no reply.
âHarp, I think you messed up.â Jack began, âBut thatâs okay, youâre allowed to do that. I know that in your head, you think one mess up and you have to throw everything away, but thatâs just not the case. Iâve been where Bam is, when Tara split up once, I saw the look on that guyâs face.Thatâs not a look from someone who doesnât love you like his life depends on it.â Jack said, referencing the time his wife and he had almost called it quits. Heâd been shaken to his core and he recognized the same in Bam as Harper had walked right by him.
âI mean you havenât talked about what happened with you two, and thatâs fine, we donât have to know...but there was a point...out there in the bush...where you changed. Like a good changeâŚâ Alex piped up, âYou were still you, but you were braver, you let your guard down. You actually SANG in front of them.â
They all sat a stared at Harper as she still tried to avoid their gaze.
âBut you guysâŚ.Alaska? I complain about winters here...how is that going to work?â She said, trying to rationalize her poor decision.
âYou are asking the wrong people. You got land here, fucking talk to the guy. Maybe heâd come here with you. People will make compromises for the ones they love. But you have to give the guy a fucking chance!â Koby said, kicking her knee lightly with his foot.
She drew her knees into her chest, hugging her legs close. She laid her cheek on her knee, making eye contact with her brother. He laid his foot over her bare toes.
âHarper, weâve got you. There is nothing holding you back except you. I can take care of this place. Just stop trying to make excuses.â She made eye contact with each of the guys, slowly smiling. She felt fresh tears creep out again and the boys all came in to hug her.
Bam stomped back to the trapper shack even though it was the middle of the day. It was probably better for everyone that he call it a day, as heâd already thrown a 2x4 at Mattâs head out of frustration. Even Billy, who was used to Bamâs temper was shocked by his agitation lately. Bam had actually yelled back at him, the two of them almost coming to blows. If it hadnât been for Amiâs calming words, punches might have ended up being thrown and the family didnât fight each otherâŚ.ever.
He slammed his door shut, feeling an intense energy firing through him. He couldnât explain his rage all the time now. Well, he could, but it was dangerous to talk to him about it.
Billy watched his son stomping off and felt helpless to make things better.
âMaybe we should take a trip into town, let the boys get some pizza. Spend the night on the boat.â Ami suggested, putting her arms around Billyâs. Â He nodded his head, hoping a change of scenery might snap Bam out of his funk.
Billy arranged a small hauling job and the activity seemed to have eased Bamâs attitude if only slightly. Matt had been a saint lately, putting up with more of Bamâs bossiness than usual, knowing it was because his heart was ripped in half. Sometimes, Matt would still catch Bam being emotional and Bam had gotten used to that. It was odd dynamic, they were becoming closer yet more agitated with each other at the same time.
Bam barely ate the pizza that the rest of the kids scarfed down, just mostly picking at his plate.
âHoney, you need to eat something, you havenât been eating much lately.â Ami said concerned as Gabe dug into his 3rd slice.
âI will Mom, Iâm just...not hungry.â He said, trying to keep his mother from worrying, but knowing she would regardless.
He took a bite, choking it down to appease her, letting it thud on his plate as he dropped it.
He let out a long breath, scooting his chair back and standing up.
âI gotta walk.â He said, running his hands over his loose wavy hair. He walked out of the restaurant into the summery evening air. He straightened his purple shirt, rolling the sleeves up. He took off down the sidewalk, not having anywhere in particular to go. He walked to a rocky beach, watching the water move against the shore. He remembered a time when pensively looking out over the water was calming and restorative. Now it just made him think of space and distance. The distance she was away from him and how the world was vaster than the ocean and how unlikely it was in the whole of the world he would ever find someone like her again.
He moved on, walking around the winding dirt roads of Hoonah, letting his mind wander back to her smile, how he could always see a look in her eye when she wanted him. He laughed to himself as he remembered one time around the dinner table when theyâd eaten inside the big house, how Harper had reached underneath the table with her foot and had teased him. Heâd been scared to stand up after dinner knowing how obvious his erection would have been.
His smile fell into a frown as he thought of waking up in the middle of the night when sheâd slept with him. Sheâd curled up against him. Her lips pouted a little in her sleep, her hair just wildly strewn all over his pillow. Her quick snore had scared him a little, but he still thought she was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen. He kicked a rock down the road, watching as it tumbled downhill.
He thought of how heâd have done anything for her. Heâd even been prepared to talk about splitting his time between Alaska and Missouri. He knew how much she loved her home and thought that maybe down the road in their relationship, sheâd be open to it. He loved Alaska and everything about it. To him it was the perfect place. But heâd give it all up, all of it for her. Heâd tough it out in the middle of New York if sheâd asked him too. He walked back towards the dock as it started to get darker. He didnât want to worry his parents any more than he already was.
Bam walked the entire length of the dock, passing by the empty Integrity, seeing the steering wheel slowly move back and forth the the boat bobbing in the waves. He thought of her against the wheel, him behind her, the first day they met. He thought of her pressed against the wheel on their next trip out, being inside her. At the time he hadnât admitted to himself how he felt about her. He backtracked to the boat, entering the wheelhouse cabin. He looked upwards, looking straight at the camera mounted to the ceiling. It was powered by a solar cell on the roof. He felt a rush of realization as he realized their second tryst on their way to Hoonah had all been captured on camera. This camera never stopped recording. The camera crews had known pretty much the entire time as this camera reported back wirelessly. They probably pulled the video that day. He slapped himself on the forehead.
Now feeling angry that he could have overlooked that detail he stomped out of the boat again, quickly walking back down the dock, cursing at himself.
When he reached the end, he almost felt like jumping in, just out of sheer frustration. But even in the summer, this water was dangerously chilly sometimes depending on the tides. She growled his throat.
âBam! Weâre back!â He heard Bear yell. He turned around, seeing Bear on top of the boom, waving his arm wilding. Bam raised his hand in acknowledgement. He sighed again, turning to walk back to the boat. He unrolled his sleeves as a cool wind whipped off the water.
Bam saw his entire family on the boat, excitedly chattering, envious of their good moods. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he reached the boat. He turned and saw his mother in the wheelhouse doorway, just looking at him, a small sad smile on her lips.
âI love you, son.â She whispered.
âMore, mom.â He said. As he boarded the deck. He saw her eyes shift and her face changed. He turned around looking towards the dock bridge into town. His mouth went dry as he saw her standing there, the wind widly whipping her curly hair.
Harper stood on the dock bridge. She hadnât been expecting them in town. Her brother and cousins behind her still on land watched on. She took a deep shaky breath as she saw him walk towards the Integrity. She saw Ami speak to him and then Ami made eye contact with her. She gave a small wave and a weak smile, her body shaking from nerves.
And then he turned. And he saw her. He seemed almost frozen in place. His face was blank almost as if he didnât see her. She wasnât sure how, but one foot moved in front of her. Then another. His moved too. He jumped to the dock, not moving slowly. The faster he moved so did she. She felt weeks of anguish melting away as she saw him coming towards her. She made it down to the main dock just as he got to her. She felt his body crash into hers as she desperately wrapped her arms around him. Almost sobbing, she tightly held him, feeling his arms squeeze her so tightly she wasnât sure if she could breathe.
âHarperâŚâ she heard his voice crack with emotion.
âBam, â she answered him through her tears, âBam I'm so sorry, I love you so much.â
The Cousins was the networkâs newest hit reality show; following a large familyâs day to day activities and interactions with each other in the southern part of Missouri. The woods were thick, lakes were everywhere and the country was vast. But access to big cities was never far away so it was, as far as Harper James was concerned, about the perfect place. She and her brother and most of her cousins lived near Springfield, Missouri and their show was filmed almost exclusively in that area.
During a weekend where the entire side of the James clan was in town for a reunion of sorts, the cousins were out on the town bar-hopping and catching up. The younger ones who were not old enough to drink hung out as their designated drivers. Out of all 14 of the cousins, a few were very close in age, but almost all of them were born in stair step fashion. The oldest was 39, the youngest was 15 at the time. Out of them, 12 were boys. Harper and Allison were the only two girls.
That night theyâd ended up at one of the lakeside parks nearby, genuinely having a good time reminiscing and laughing about their antics growing up while nearly plastered. While trying to find a place to relieve herself, Harper came across a bulletin board for the area, plastered with college party notices and local band advertisements. One paper caught her attention.
âThink you have what America wants to see? Do you have a large group of friends that would love to be on TV? Submit your audition tape to our website and see if your family will be the next âDuck Dynastyâ!
Harper thought of all the fun they had growing up and after hearing more raucous laughter coming from her group behind her, she looked back at the flyer. They didnât see each other as much as they used to. But thatâs what happens when you grow up, you also grow farther apart. It was a fact of life. But maybe this was a chance to rekindle the way things used to be.
The group had been in love with the idea too. Starting their audition tape 2 ½ sheets to the wind was probably not the most professional way to begin, but after editing the footage sober, they were fairly confident the production company would find the interesting. And they did. They couldnât have had the video more than 4 hours when the called up Harper and requested some interviews from all of them.
Here it was 2 short years later and a major network had picked up their first season. Most of the show was random groupings of the cousins running around the country completing odd jobs in the most bizarre ways possible. There was a lot of firepower involved, things that exploded, crashing things, practical jokesâŚit was like being 11 all over again on summer vacation. Except this time they were being paid for itâŚa lot.
There were the 5main group of Harper, Braden, Alex, Koby, and Jack; they were probably the closest knit group of them. They committed the most time to the show, the rest of the group electing to keep their jobs in case this didnât work out, being part time participants. Some of their parents, the âAunts and Unclesâ participated from time to time, mostly for nostalgic historical accounts of the cousins.
When possibilities for a second season were being discussed, the network expressed interest in having a crossover show as a supplemental season for both The Cousins as well as another multi-year series centered on another close knit family.
Alaskan Bush People focused on a family of Billy and Ami Brown, raising their 7 children in the bush areas of Alaska. Matt, Bam, Gabe, Bear, Noah, Birdie, and Rain. The show was incredibly popular and had been a great success for the network.
The skills and abilities of the cousins seemed to be a good fit, most having been hunters and fishers for a large portion of their lives. They were not sustenance people, but still very skilled in outdoor pursuits. So they would still be a little out of their element being so remote on Chichagof Island in southeastern Alaska.
The sheer idea of getting to travel to somewhere theyâd never been, the Jamesâ cousins were all too excited at the prospect. They did some initial joint interviews with the Brown family in Seattle to run against some test groups. In the end, the network decided to send just the 5main group as they tested the highest in focus groups. Harper was a little miffed over the exclusion of the rest of her family, but hoped by upping their familyâs name recognition, it would be better for everyone. The Brown family was incredibly sweet and gracious and she couldnât wait to get out into the wild. The women were outnumbered in their family as well, so Harper felt a connection to Ami and the two girls almost immediately. The other 6 men were almost overwhelming it was hard to even know what she thought of them. Each one was so drastically different from the next that it was hard to form an opinion about them.
She wasnât very worried, soon theyâd been dropped into the bush wilderness of the island and would have no choice but to get to know the family better. The production schedule had them on the island for a 10 week period, with one week in the middle for exploring some of the other locations Alaska nearby.
After the project was greenlit, the cousins boarded a flight from Kansas City to Juneau. Harper was almost jittery, she was so excited. Also, knowing she was going to be cooped up for several hours on a plane was making her anxious. Alex and Braden exchanged looks as the ascended and it became apparent that Harper was going to be a chatterbox for the entire flight. After suggesting she take some motion sickness medication âjust in caseâ, the boys relaxed, knowing she had maybe 20 minutes until the double dose took effect. She nodded off mid-sentence, mumbling something about bears.
Harper opened her eye groggily, becoming slowly aware that they were no longer moving. Her four cousins were standing in the isle, attempting to rouse her from her travel coma. The still bright sun, coupled with the overhead lights assaulted her pupils as she rubbed her eyes, trying to remember why she was there. She felt like the sun should be lower, but remembered theyâd gained a couple hours with the time change.
Walking through the regional airport was hazy at best, finally making it to the van waiting to take them to their hotel for the night. They met up with their streamlined production team that would work in tandem with the production crew already on site at the hotel. While it was spring, it was much cooler than she was used to. This time in Missouri it was usually in the 70âs and possibly 80âs. Theyâd be lucky if it was 50 here not counting the wind that brought its own little chill.
She collapsed on the bed, peeking through her eyes at the local news playing on the television. It dawned on her that this was the last tv she would see for a good while. She glanced at the small pile of gear on the floor, realizing this was the last legitimate bed sheâd be in for the next 2 ½ months. She grabbed the edge of the blanket and rolled herself along the bed, creating a human burrito as she tried to revel in its softness as much as she could.
When Alex and Jack walked in, they just shook their heads.
âHey Joe! The cleaning ladies left a body on the bed, do you think that means we can get our money back?â Jack yelled out the door laughing.
Joe appeared at the door, camera in hand. Seeing Harper on the bed, he shook his head. âYou damn, JamesesâŚ.â He began filming and Jack ran and jumped for the bed, launching Harper all rolled up and on to the floor.
âYou ass!â She yelled, muffled from inside the comforter.
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