Gabriel Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Where You Want to Be

"That's it!" You mutter angrily to yourself, slamming the last of the wet clothes against the smooth rock. "I am sick to death of living like this!" You are too angry to cry and you don't care that you just beat a hole into Gabey's newest white tank top.

Standing ankle deep in the cold stream, your back aches as you bend over to rinse the soap out of the now tattered shirt. You've been complaining to your husband for days about how tired you are and how you just need some time to rest. Working hard has never been a problem, but with the new baby on the way, it's getting harder and harder to do everything. Your back hurts so much with this baby and all you want to do is sit down in the cold stream and beat your fists and heels in the water like a two-year-old. At least Gabe has taken the two little ones with him fishing today. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to get anything done. You love your two boys with all your heart - three boys if you count Gabe! But sometimes all the hard work that is needed around the camp overwhelms you.

"What am I going to do?" You moan tiredly, dropping the clean shirt back into the creek. You would never leave Gabey or the kids. That's unthinkable. You love Gabe more than you ever imagined you could love someone. Even now, thinking of him swells your heart with love and your makes your anger and tiredness begin to recede. A little. Your twin boys are amazing copies of their dad, down to their goofy sense of humor and heads full of curly brown hair. Remembering the last time the three of them put on a musical show for you, the corners of your mouth turn up in smile. The whole family howled with laughter as your three special guys danced and sang all the parts to the musical 'Guys and Dolls'. They were so horrible! Later that night, Gabe held you in his arms and asked sincerely, "How did you like our show?" You had squeezed yourself against his firm chest, burying your face into his neck.

"Gabe, honey?" You pulled back to look him directly in the eye. "Please. Please don't make me lie." Gabe's laughter woke the whole camp.

Trudging out of the frigid stream onto the bank, you slap the remains of his torn t-shirt onto the pile of still wet clothes. At least you are done with this load and now, 'Oh, joy!" you can put them into the dryer that your brother-in-law Noah made for the family. You look across the clearing and another wave of tiredness washes over you. "This baby is going to be the last!" You grumble firmly.

As you look across the clearing, you see Gabe and the twins tromping through the woods toward you. The sight of your two little boys brings a huge smile to your face and you suddenly feel a little less tired.

"Mama, look!" They scream in unison, running to you with a long string of mountain trout held between them. "Look, we caught all these!" The boys run circles around you trying to show you the shimmering fish. Your laughter shakes your whole body as they compete with each other to tell you their fish stories.

Gabe finally makes his way through to you, moving one little tornado out of the way by the cuff of his shirt. Grabbing you around the waist, he drags you to him and covers your mouth with his. The kiss is short but passionate and your body responds to him the way it always does. Your spirits begin to lift as he holds you in his muscular arms.

"Hey, beautiful." Gabe's hand slides down a few inches and he gives your bottom a quick pat. "You look so sexy when you're doing laundry." You laugh, knowing that even though he makes it sound like a joke, you know he means it. Gabe searches your face and whispers his desire in your ear. "Tonight?'

"Oh, yeah." You nod, relaxing against him. You can never say no to him and the anticipation of being with him washes away the last trace of tiredness.

Gabe directs the boys as they help you gather the wet laundry and head back toward the camp. Walking beside Gabe, with his arm across your shoulder, your boys bound ahead of you. You realize with a smile that you are exactly where you want to be, doing exactly what you want to do; with the people you want to be with.

"I love you, Gabey." You whisper.

"More." Gabe replies.