Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{93}

September 4 2018:
Today was River's birthday. He was turning three. Just a step closer to being a little boy, running around the house looking for his backpack for school. And since Brendon has an off break for a month to rest his voice, we could celebrate as a family. I was glad that Brendon was getting these breaks in between certain legs of the tour. We had eighty-four shows to do. Well, Brendon had eighty-four shows to do. This tour could either make or break Brendon. Not that he wasn't made, he was. He's made to perform.

Brendon opened the front door, with the cake and a few grocery bags. I turned around and glanced at him and he raised the bags, "you got the bread! Oh my god, you're the best!"

"You're lucky," He began and walked to the kitchen, "I got the last three loafs."

I opened the back door and set the paper plates on the table outside, then turned back, "you are a life saver, honey."

He chuckled and took everything out of the bags, then walked to the freezer and stuffed the ice cream cake in it. I walked back into the kitchen, behind Brendon to grab the plastic silverware, "you're rushing, darling."

I kept walking and glanced at him, "am not."

Brendon set his hands against the edge of the counter, "yes you are."

I scoffed and shut the sliding back doors, "no. I'm not."

Brendon took his hands off the edge and crossed his arms, "so take a break."

I stood across the room and crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows, "what?"

Brendon licked his lips for a moment and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, sorry Joanne, did I stutter?"

I tilted my head at him and cleared my throat, "no."

"So," Brendon began and walked toward the table, toward me, "take a break if you're not rushing then."

I shrugged and pulled the chair out and sat down. I looked down at the table and began playing with my fingers. Brendon stared at me for a bit, then walked toward the hallway. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I was waiting for him to go. Once I didn't hear anything for a bit, I lifted my head up, opened my eyes and looked around. I got up quickly and began grabbing everything that needed to go outside, "what do you think you're doing?"

I jumped and dropped everything in my hands. I set my hand on my heart and took a deep breath, "i'm...resting?"

Brendon raised his eyebrow, "resting, huh?"

"Why does it matter if im rushing? This party is going to start soon and nothings ready."

Brendon walked up to me and set his hands on my shoulders, "you do not need to rush. Its all good."

I nodded my head, pushing his hands off of my shoulders and turning around and bending over to pick things. Brendon put his hands on my hips and pulled my back, then walked in front of me, "i'll get it, darling. Worry about the food, will you?"

I walked past him, walking to the counter and turning stove on so the pot of water could boil. The front door opened and a fizzled out conversation dimmed down. Brendon turned around quickly and blocked off the kitchen, "dont come in. Out. In the living room...go."

I poured the noodles into the pot and glanced at Brendon, "what'd you do that for?"

"Ah," he began and walked toward the fridge. I glanced back to see where he went after, "I didn't want you to get even more stressed, so I'm making sure no one else walks in here besides the kids."

I chuckled softly and stirred the noodles for a second before setting the spoon down and turning to face Brendon. He walked back over toward the table, looking down the hallway. His eyes opened widely when the door opened and he put his arms out, "Snotface!"