Double Back

New Boys In Town

Keira opened the little brown door to the small yellow house at the end of the street, immediately the sound of children screaming polluted the air as a small, chubby toddler came running towards the door, her small brown locks pushed back into a small ponytail atop her head. The toddler was dressed in a yellow sundress that she had recently grown out of, this young girl was then later followed down the hall by her older brother who was chasing her before she ran out the door. The boy must have been around 7 with his brown hair cut in such a way that it swept across his face. Keira lifted the young girl and held her in her arms.

"How was your day? Was Grandma good to you?" She asked in a high pitched voice.

The girl simply smiled in reply but the boy answered, "We had a picnic in the park, but Natalie fell and cut her elbow on the pavement so we had to come back early." The toddler, presumably Natalie the stuck out her elbow to show her mother her now prized scratch. Keira then kissed her elbow and set the child down.

"Everybody, this is Sybil, she is the new guest in the house and we will treat her with what?" Keira asked and the children answered in monotone "Respect."

"Ok so this little darling is my lovely Natalie," Keira said picking up a stranded of Natalie's hair a playing with it, "this is my baby boy Paul," she continued gesturing to the boy who scowled at his mother's affection, "and my mother, Paula is in the kitchen." She finished. The entire family then escorted her to the small attic loft that was filled with only a bed and a mirror. After making sure she was comfortable they descended down the stairs to the family room, where they played a game of cards. Sybil didn't know the game so she chatted with Natalie who did not have the mind set, nor the attention spanned to play the game. They talked about horses, her dolls, her bedroom and finally her family.

"I miss Daddy." The child said with sorrow.

"What happened to him?" she inquired.

"He left last week, Mommy said he went to Ottoway for his job."

She looked atop the mantel on the fire place which was the center piece of the family room. On top was a wedding photo of Keira and a man fully dressed in military uniform, he resembled very much their son in almost every way. When Keira overheard Sybil's discussion with her young daughter she looked at her wedding photo. She can still remember that bright spring day when she had walked down the red velvet carpet they had put down in the middle of the flower field just outside the city. She had worn a vintage dress and him in his perfect red military uniform, how much she missed Christopher nobody could ever know. He had been deployed to a training base in Ottawa, she was going to move with him, ditch her stupid job and get a new one in Ottawa when she discovered she was pregnant with her first child. She needed her mother to help her bring them up and she needed a secure job so they decided that she would stay here and he would leave for Ottawa, he's been gone for 7 years now, visiting his beloved and his children every few weeks for just a day or two.

"He's coming back home this weekend you know." Keira said to her daughter, the young child then began to giggle and run around the house at the new news of his return.

"Could I maybe help you get the house ready or something I feel as if I'm a nuisance." Sybil offered, Keira agreed greatly, she loved her mother but she was forever aging and could no longer work like she used to.

For the next few days they did nothing but work, they fed the children, ushered them to school, art class and soccer then they would continue cleaning the house. But it was all worth it, when Christopher arrived at the end of the week, it was magic.

The brown door slowly opened to reveal a tall man with graying brown hair, he was holding a green duffle bag. His muscles slowly tearing the fabric in his shirt with every broad movement he made. Once he stepped inside he grabbed Keira by the chin and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Welcome home, baby!" Keira mumbled through their pressed lips. That was the passion she missed, he had been gone for weeks and she almost never saw him but even through that the passion would never fade, it would never vanish. That was the only thing Sybil feared with Chase, they had discovered each other while he was in a drunken mourning. If he ever did recover from that would he be the same, would he still have feelings for her or would she just be the clueless whore he found in his big red barn. But even worse, could she even go back to that sacred land?
Even after the couple had parted lips they did not separate, they where joined by the hand, or their finger or in each other's arms. They heard another slam of a car door and a deep smooth voice called out from outside.
"Chris? Do you want me to bring the pie in or should I leave it in the trunk?" It said. The owner of the voice walked into the house. He was tall, with his muscles bulging out from everywhere and his jaw look so sharp as if you would cut yourself just from touching it. He also had brown hair that was shaved so you could barley see it was there, his dark eyes where deep within his face causing his nose to look bigger than normal, but it made him look even sexier.
When he turned his head to look around the room he spotted Sybil and his eyes stopped. His nostrils flared a bit and he tensed up.
"Well, well Chris what HAS your wife found on the street?" The stranger said,
"Arick, this is Sybil, she seems to be very well behaved over all so I'm assuming she will be finding her own place soon."
Arick continued to stair at Sybil then he raised his hand to his face and gestured for her to come closer. He brought her ear to his mouth and whispered, "well then I guess you'll have to make some trouble so I know where to find you." When they split she giggled, this man, Arick was beautiful, compared to Chase it was like a rainbow against bullshit. He grabbed her by the upper arm and said, "Could you help me get settled in?"
"I would love to." She replied.