Disclaimer: Welcome to another original story by this lunatic. It is the sequel to Please Baby, which you will need to read to understand what's going on here. The story is mine and the characters are mine. Please do not use them without my permission.
General warning: This story involves a sexual relationship between two women. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that.
1: A fresh start
"Mommy, is this the new house?" Octavia Tucker, currently the world's most eager toddler, inquired. Her nearly black eyes shined with curiosity and excitement as she tugged at the straps of her car seat, wanting to free herself.
"Yes, baby, this is the new house. Now, if you would just calm down, Mommy will let you out and you can go look around for yourself," Jayce Tucker informed the child. Her own almost-onyx eyes twinkled with delight, happy to see her daughter so pleased.
Jayce climbed out of the driver's seat of the small SUV. The sunlight hit her ebony hair in a way that showed off the slight red taint to her hair, which Octavia noticed and marveled over while her mother got her out of the car seat. As soon as she was unbuckled though, Octavia forgot all about her mommy's hair and leaped out of the car to explore the vast new world that was their yard.
"Make sure you stay out of moving men's way and don't wander out of sight," Jayce called the child, who knew those things already. Jayce just felt it necessary to remind the hyper little girl.
For a moment, Jayce had to take in the source of her daughter's excitement—their new home. It was a two-story home with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, office space, a large kitchen, sunken living room, huge basement, and a giant backyard. She never thought that she would ever be able to live some place like their new home. It was like a dream come true. But, then again, she thought as she turned her focus to the other passenger, much of her life lately seemed like a dream come true.
"Yes, Gus-Gus, even your existence is like a dream, baby-boy," Jayce cooed to her son as she unstrapped the baby from his car seat.
The little baby boy cheered, grinning wildly as his mother took him into her arms. Gently, she caressed his chubby sienna cheek, noting the contrast in their coloring. She was usually lighter than he was, but being out in the summer sun was changing that. He turned his head to her hand, cooing and taking her attention back to him.
"Do you see our beautiful house, Gus-Gus? And then we have this huge yard, front and back. You'll love it when you're a little bit older. Once you can really walk and everything," Jayce remarked with a smile.
The baby did not say anything, not that Jayce expected him to say anything. She grabbed his bag from out of the car and was about to go to the house, but she was held up momentarily. She noticed a man standing on the porch of the house next door. He smiled and waved at her. She smiled and waved back, which he seemed to take as a sign that it was safe to come over.
As he marched over, Jayce took a good look at him. He had somewhat of a surfer look to him. He had shaggy blond hair with some curls on the end. His face was smooth and he continued sporting a big smile. A plain white t-shirt showed that his arms were as pale as his face.
"Howdy, neighbor, I'm Trevor Bradshaw," he introduced him, putting out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Jayce Tucker," she replied, shifting her son a bit, so she could shake her neighbor's hand.
"Glad to see a family moving in next door. My son…" He paused a moment to point back over to his house where a tiny blond head was poking out the door. "…Travis has been dying for some kids his age around. The couple that lived here before were childless," he informed her.
"Well, this one won't be playing anytime soon. But, that one," she pointed over to Octavia, who was playing around in a patch of flowers around the house. "She doesn't stop playing."
"That's good. How old is she?"
"Four going on both forty and one at the same time," Jayce quipped.
Trevor chuckled. "Well, Travis is five and I think he's going to stay that way for the next twenty years. He's waiting for me to signal him that it's safe."
It was Jayce's turn to laugh. "Go ahead and signal him then. We don't bite. Although our little princess might talk his ear off if the right topic comes up."
Trevor laughed more and then turned his attention to his son. He waved to the child, who ducked back into the house. For a moment, Jayce thought that he was running away, but found out that was not the case. He showed up a few seconds later, tugging a brunette woman with him.
Jayce giggled at the sight, thinking it was very cute. Quickly, she turned away and called Octavia over to meet their neighbors. The little girl rushed over, grinning all the way. She stood next to Jayce as Travis came to stand next to Trevor.
"Octavia, baby, these are our neighbors," Jayce reported to the little girl.
"Hi, I'm Octie!" the little girl announced, holding her hand out for Travis to shake.
"Hi…" the little blond said. His voice was tiny, mostly likely due to shyness, Jayce figured.
"I like your hair cuz it's curly," Octavia said, reaching out and running her fingers right through the boy's hair. An instant blush covered his cheeks.
"Your hair's pretty too…" Travis commented, voice still quite low. He did not go so far to touch Octavia's ebony tresses, which were done in curls too. Her curls were not natural like his, though.
Jayce smiled again and turned her attention to the woman with Travis. "Hi, I'm Jayce Tucker and this little guy is Augustus Tucker," she introduced herself again and the baby in her arms.
"Helena Bradshaw," the woman stated in strong voice. She had sharp green eyes with a stern, but pretty heart-shaped face.
Jayce thought it was odd that Helena was dressed as if she were going somewhere while Trevor was dressed as if he planned to lounge around the house. Travis was also dressed as if he was just going to spend the day around the house. The father and son were in t-shirts, sweat pants, and flip-flops. Helena was dressed in a knee-length black skirt and a cream-colored blouse with matching shoes.
"I was just telling Jayce how nice it is that a family moved next door, so Travis can have someone to play with," Trevor commented.
"I like playing!" Octavia supplied with a grin, pointing to herself.
"Playing's fun…" Travis agreed, sounding a little hesitant.
"Perhaps we can set up a play-date between you two after the neighbors get settled," Helena told Travis.
Jayce was about to say that Travis could play with Octavia whenever he wanted, but decided against that. She did not want to impose her ways on their new neighbors. She just did not think that playing should be done by appointment.
"So, is it just the you three?" Helena asked curiously, eyes straying to Jayce's left ring finger. There was a gold band with a huge diamond there, letting her know that it was not just the three of them.
"No, Gus is around here somewhere," Jayce answered. She was about to elaborate on who Gus was, but did not need to. Gus came out of the house to see what was going on.
"Hey, baby, wait until you see the inside of your dream house," Gus called and then she noticed her family with another family. She figured those were probably the neighbors, so she marched over to the scene to find out what was going on.
"Oh, here you are, Gus. We've been meeting our new neighbors, the Bradshaws," Jayce commented as she felt Gus' arm find its usual place around her waist.
Gus let loose a wide grin as she turned her attention to the Bradshaw family. "Hello there. I'm Augusta Tucker, but everyone calls me Gus," she introduced herself, putting her hand out.
Trevor took her hand and shook it without a problem while introducing himself. Travis copied his father while Helena did not even bother shaking Gus' hand. Instead, she regarded the new neighbors through squinting eyes and then looked them up and down. She then excused herself, claiming to have work to do in the house.
"Sorry about that," Trevor apologized for his wife.
"No problem. At least you're still here," Jayce replied, doing her best to maintain her friendly smile.
"So, Gus," Trevor said, turning his attention to the taller woman. "That's amazing that you have both your kids named after you. I've only got the one clone and Helena refused to let him carry my name," the blond stated, putting his hand on Travis' shoulder.
Gus chuckled. "Wow, not many people pick up on the fact that little Octie is named after me," she said, wrapping the child in a light embrace. "But, Little Caesar here is quite easy for most to pick up on," she added, reaching out to caress the baby's head. She could not help smiling at her son.
"Little Caesar? That's quite the nickname," Trevor said, laughing.
"In a house full of women, he's pretty much the emperor. But then again, when his sister gets in a mood, she can be a little empress herself. So, I guess it works out that they both have royal names," Gus replied.
"Look, I don't want to keep you guys since I can see you got a lot going on," he said, motioning to the moving men going in and out of the house. "How about you come over to my house for dinner tonight?" he offered.
"Sounds great, but are you sure Helena is going to feel comfortable with that?" Jayce inquired.
Trevor shrugged. "You got me there."
"How about your come over to our house?" Gus proposed. "The place should resemble a house by tonight, but even if it doesn't, we could have a nice little picnic in the living room. We'll put a little movie on for the kiddies to keep them calm."
"If it's okay with you," Trevor answered, glancing at Jayce.
"It's no problem," Jayce assured him. She smiled, happy that he thought to check with both of them.
"If you handle roughing it for the night, come by at about seven, okay?" Gus informed him.
"Sounds good. Come on, Travis, we should get back in and make sure your mom is okay," Trevor said.
Travis nodded. "'Kay, Dad. Um…bye…" he said to Octavia, waving a bit.
"Bye! See ya later!" the little girl practically cheered. She waved until the two blonds were back in their home. She then turned her attention to her parents as they started toward their new home. "He was nice, Mommy!" she called, grinning as they went into the house.
"Yes, they both were," Jayce agreed.
Jayce then forgot to breathe as they entered the house. She doubted that she had ever seen a grander sight, except maybe her childhood home. But, there was a key difference between the two. Here, she would be a part of a loving family, not like when she was a child where her mother hated her, her father tolerated her, and her big brother was the only comfort at the time. And because she could feel love in this house, it made it infinitely more impressive than her childhood home.
"Gus…" Jayce whispered once she found her voice.
"I know, lovely. Hold it in until later when we don't have a million moving men coming in and out of the place," Gus remarked with a smile.
"I'll try…" Jayce replied. She had seen the house before, but there was something about the fact that they were moving in that touched her. She was moving in with her family into the home that would be their home for the rest of their lives. It was almost overwhelming.
"Hey, princess, why don't we go up to your bed room and arrange things how you want it?" Gus suggested, speaking to Octavia.
"YES!" the child cried with glee, jumping up and down. She even clapped a couple of times.
Jayce smiled as she watched Gus and Octavia disappear upstairs. She knew that Gus would not be up there for long because the taller woman would have to boss around the moving men. It was just how Gus was.
"Well, Gus-Gus, let's go look around the house and see if it is shaping up to be a house," Jayce grinned, holding the baby firmly to her. She left his baby bag sitting by the front door.
Touring the house, Jayce was amazed once again and Augustus seemed to agree with her, cooing in awe whenever they entered a new room. Most of their things were packed away in boxes, but some things were out. The dining room had its dark, mahogany table sitting pretty and waiting for the chairs to join it. The television was already hanging on the living room wall; Gus had gone out and brought a giant TV and made sure it was set up to have something to keep Octavia occupied while they really fixed up her room. Bookshelves and a desk were already in the room that was going to be their home office. The beds were also in the bedrooms, having been delivered yesterday, along with mattresses.
"Do you see this beautiful house? Gus bought this for us. She bought this so we could have a nice big family house. This is the house you're going to grow up in," Jayce informed the baby while making her way into the kitchen. "This is the house I'm going to grow old in with your mother. This is the house that after you meet that special someone, you'll bring your kids to, so they can visit with their grandmothers. Isn't that cool?"
Augustus seemed to agree by smiling and clapping. Jayce looked around the kitchen; it was so much larger than the one at their old house. Well, more like Gus' old house, which was how Jayce always looked at it. One of the many reasons Gus wanted to get a new home was because she knew that Jayce would never look at her ranch house as their home. Jayce always saw that as Gus' house because Gus had purchased the house for herself before she and Jayce were together. Gus bought that house, but they bought this house together for their family.
"Hey, be careful with that stuff!" Gus' bark could be heard through out the whole house. Apparently, she was back on the job of commanding the moving men.
"Well, Gus-Gus, how about we go upstairs and see how your sister's doing with her room?" Jayce moved to go see how the little girl was doing on her own while Gus stepped outside to rip into some guys manhandling their things.
They climbed the stairs and stepped over to the right. Octavia had chosen the room closest to the master bedroom, which did not surprise her parents. She had a fierce independent streak, but at the same time could not stand it when her parents were not close by.
"Baby, how's going in here?" Jayce called to Octavia as she entered the room.
"Mommy, it's so big! Look how big it is!" the child called, hopping up and down in the room.
"Yes, it is," the mother replied. The room could probably fit two of Octavia's old room in it. "How about I put Gus-Gus down in his chair for his nap and then I help you unpack more boxes?" she said. The room was full of boxes. It looked like Octavia was just rummaging through the few that were already opened and pulling out her things.
Jayce had to enlist Gus to get the baby's "chair." It was actually a portal infant swing, but Octavia called it his chair, so the parents referred to it as the same. Gus brought the swing up while Jayce fed Augustus. By the time Gus had the swing set-up (with the "help" of their daughter), Augustus was clearly ready for his nap. After Jayce carefully placed him down on the soft, tan cushion, Octavia covered him with his favorite cars blanket. And Gus started the swing, putting the fifteen-minute timer on. He was asleep within seconds.
"Papa, guess what?" Octavia said, eagerly tugging on Gus' shirt.
"What?" Gus answered with a giant smile.
"Mommy's gonna helps me!" the child reported, jumping up and down again.
"Help with what?"
"The boxes?" Gus scratched her eyebrow with her pinkie. She could only guess what boxes their daughter was talking about considering the fact that the house was full of boxes.
Gus turned her attention to her wife. "Are you helping her unpack?" she guessed.
"I am. I figure at least one of us should be able to sleep comfortably in a complete room tonight. Besides, you know if we don't start now, she won't let us sleep because she'll bug us the whole night about her room," Jayce pointed out.
Gus nodded. "Right about that." She turned her attention to Octavia. "Okay, little princess, make sure you're quiet so you don't wake up Caesar here and try not to climb into every box, okay?"
Octavia nodded with great enthusiasm. Gus left them alone to go deal with the moving men yet again. By the time she came back, Octavia's room did resemble a room. Her hoard of dolls had been liberated and put in a neat and orderly stack in the corner. Her books were lined up on her small, white bookshelf, which was against the wall. By the window sat her tiny, round white table and two chairs for her little tea parties; Jayce usually attended those. A toy chest was against the wall by the nightstand, which had been moved in earlier.
Octavia herself was knocked out on her "princess" bed as she called. She was bit hard to find on the full-sized canopy bed since it was covered in pillows and blankets that she did not need, but were probably packed away in a box she opened. She was curled up in a little ball wearing a t-shirt that belonged to Jayce.
"Well, Jay, this is one room down," Gus said with a smile, speaking to her wife, who was hanging clothes in their daughter's closet. "And two kids. You, woman, have the magic touch," she added with a chuckle. Augustus was still asleep in his swing, which was now sitting on Octavia's tea party table.
"So you always say," Jayce purred, giving her spouse a seductive wink.
Gus shook a reprimanding finger at her wife. "None of that, missy. No seducing me when we have so much to do. We've still got a couple of hours to go before the neighbors show up for dinner. Do you want me to call for take-out or do you think you can work your magic in our new kitchen?"
"I'd really love to cook our first night here. I'd like to look back on this day and just remember we had a nice, home-cooked meal our first day in our beautiful new home," Jayce answered with an enchanted look on her face.
Gus could not help smiling because of her wife's expression. "I like the sound of that! I found the box with the dishes we kept, so we can serve off of those until we go out for new stuff. You know our friends are going to be calling us for the rest of the month bitching about how we didn't let them buy anything for the new house too."
"Sorry, but I told them, I want this to be our house with everything important coming from us. As soon as we're done, they can spend to their little hearts' content. Or they can hold onto their money and save it for Little Caesar's first birthday party," Jayce replied and then she turned to her spouse with delight in her eyes. "Imagine that, baby! We've got this huge backyard for the party and everything!" The old house did have a moderate sized backyard, but it was nothing like the new house's yard where they could fit a whole host of people.
Gus chuckled. "I think we might need to use the basement for the party. The curse of having winter babies," she pointed out.
"I still like it, though!" Jayce bounced on her heels. Sometimes, it was easy to think that Octavia's behavior was inherited.
"I can see where our little princess gets her energy from. Calm down, Jay. Let's focus on getting settled in here. As soon as we're settled, we'll have a nice big barbeque in the backyard and if they're nice, we'll let our friends come."
Gus smiled and grabbed the shorter woman into a hug, which was immediately returned. She gave Jayce a chaste kiss on the lips. Jayce sighed contently and snuggled into the businesswoman.
"Okay, okay. Let's worry about just dinner for tonight. I need to go to the store!" Jayce realized.
"That you do because we don't even have an ice cube in the fridge," Gus agreed with a laugh.
"Okay, I'll go. If the baby gets hungry, he has bottles in the fridge. I'll be back as quickly as I can," Jayce said, practically running out of the door.
Gus laughed again and decided to get the house looking somewhat presentable for then their neighbors arrived while their children were asleep. When Octavia woke up from her nap, she helped Gus as best she could. When Augustus woke up, he was just brought downstairs, but left in his swing. Gus moved the swing from the reclined position to the sitting position because the baby loved seeing what was going on. He watched his mother and sister bustled around the house.
Of course, Octavia abandoned Gus as soon as her mommy showed up. Octavia went to help in the kitchen, which Gus expected. Octavia loved being in the kitchen with her mommy, which Gus thought was adorable and also a great life lesson. Gus herself had never learned to cook and still could not pull it off well. If Jayce ever left her, she would be condemned to a lifetime of fast food again.
"Be careful," Jayce cautioned Octavia, who was just standing on a stool and watching her mother work.
"I'm okay, Mommy," the little girl answered with her usual bright smile.
By the time the bell rang signaling that their guests had arrived, Gus felt that the house looked good enough and Jayce was almost done with their meal. Gus grabbed Augustus and went to answer the door. Trevor and Travis smiled as Gus invited them in.
"Where's the missus?" Gus asked curiously as the two males entered the house. She closed the door behind them.
"Work, work, work. Helena's a slave for her office," Trevor replied with a lighthearted shrug. "Not that I should judge her since I get to work from home. We brought dessert," he said, holding up a plastic container that clearly held a cake.
"Well, I never argue with a man holding a cake. Glad you brought that since Jay didn't have time to make something herself, but you know you didn't have to bring it," Gus pointed out.
"I knew you were going to say that, but I think most people feel better about showing up to a new friend's house with something rather than nothing," Trevor countered.
"You brought this guy, so that's enough," Gus remarked, looking down at Travis. "Hey, if you go in the living room, there's a giant TV with cartoons already playing on it and Octie is waiting for you to hang out." She pointed him in the direction that he needed to go on.
Travis nodded and ran off. The two adults could hear Octavia greet her new friend with a joyous shout. They laughed and then turned their attention back to each other. Gus motioned for Trevor to follow her, so he could put the cake down.
"Hello again, Trevor," Jayce greeted their guest, smiling as she moved around the kitchen. Later on, she was going to have to let Gus know in detail just how much she loved the kitchen.
"Hey, Jayce, I come bearing a cake," he replied, holding up his bounty.
"Thank you so much. You can leave it on the counter. We're going to be having baked ziti. Is that all right with you?" she asked politely.
"Sounds and smells good to me!" Trevor announced, patting his flat belly.
Dinner was served a few minutes later. They decided to eat in the living room since the dining room was not ready for company just yet. Octavia and Travis were glad to hear that they were having a "picnic" in the living room, but disappointed to know that the television would be turned off while they ate.
"Can I have chocolate milk?" Octavia requested with a bright smile.
"Chocolate milk with ziti? It might upset your tummy," Gus said, rubbing the aforementioned body part. Octavia giggled and pushed the large hand away.
"May I have it too?" Travis requested with a twinkle in his deep green eyes.
"Do you mind?" Jayce asked Trevor, who shrugged.
So, the children had chocolate milk while the adults had iced tea. Gus explained that they did not have wine in the house because they did not drink, just in case Trevor was expecting alcohol at any point during the night. He was not put off by that and quite happy with the iced tea.
"Oh, my god! This is delicious!" Trevor proclaimed as he ate his first bite. "You even baked vegetables in it!"
"My two girls eat veggies best when they're covered in cheese, especially broccoli. It's even better when there's enough to cover up the fact that they're eating veggies," Jayce explained.
"I guess the same could be said of Travis," he commented, watching his son eat the ziti without complaining about the vegetables at all. "You have to tell me how you make it because anything that makes him eat veggies a god-send to me."
Jayce chuckled. "Sure, I'll tell you."
Once everyone had a beverage and toasted, buttered bread to go with their ziti, conversation filled the air along with sounds of enjoyed eating. The children were locked in their own conversation, which the adults had some trouble following because it bounced around without rhyme or reason to it. The adults ended up conversing mostly to each other once they conceded it was pointless to try to follow the kids.
Upon talking, Gus and Jayce learned basic information about Trevor and he learned the same of them. Gus proudly spoke out her businesses, more her software company than her spa. Her software company, which made educational items for children, was her first child pretty much. Trevor smiled as he found out about the company because he had purchased several things from it for Travis. Travis seemed to like the math games the best.
Trevor was kind of a stay-at-home dad, but he worked. He wrote self-help books. He actually seemed a bit ashamed of it and considered himself a hack. He admitted that after a while, he just started repeating things in his books whenever his publisher was on his back, but people still bought them. He quickly backed that up by saying that he had a masters' degree in psychology and was not just pulling his advice and methods out of his ass. He loved the job for the time it allowed him to spend with Travis, especially since Helena's job was so demanding and she did not have much free time.
Jayce related to him. She was an accountant, able to work from home most of the time. She had been hired by an accounting firm last year—after a three year absent from an office—and worked out a very good schedule for herself. She did not have to go into the office more than a couple of times a week. She supposed it helped that she brought in a lot of clients, including her wife. But, working at home gave her time with the children and they did not have to worry about trustworthy babysitters or expensive daycare. Plus, Jayce loved being around them.
"Papa, cake now?" Octavia requested, holding up her empty plate, so it was clear that she was done.
"How do you even know there's cake, munchkin?" Gus inquired, smiling at her daughter and petting her on the head.
"Travis said so!" she answered.
"We boughts it!" Travis added in proudly, pointing to himself and his father. Apparently, just a little time with Octavia and he was not so shy anymore.
"So, cake, Papa?" the little girl requested once more, dark eyes pleading with Gus.
The businesswoman sighed and turned to Jayce. "They are finished," she pointed out.
"I'll get them some cake," Jayce conceded, slowly standing up to go to the kitchen.
"Oh, and then I could show Travis my room, please, Papa?" Octavia pleaded, clasping her hands together like a tiny beggar.
"I don't see a problem with that, but you may want to ask Travis before you just pull him along somewhere," Gus remarked with a smile.
"Oh, yeah!" Octavia then turned to her new friend, wanting to know if he would like to come and see her room. He agreed.
"I actually should've practiced saying no to that for when it comes up again in about twelve years," Gus quipped, earning a chuckle from Trevor.
"Well, that's a missed opportunity," the writer replied.
"If we're going to be neighbors for a while, I'm sure it'll come up again. Princess has taken a liking to your boy," Gus said and supported that by motioning to the children, who were lost in their own conversation again.
Jayce returned with cake for everyone. The children had small slices, but they did not complain. As soon as the children were done, Octavia picked up her plate and urged Travis to do the same. She led him into the kitchen to put their plates in the sink and then she pulled him upstairs to see her room.
"I don't think Travis knows what he just got into," Gus commented with a laugh.
"I just want you to know, I expect a huge dowry from Octavia," Trevor joked.
"First of all, to get her out of the house, you have to kill Jay because she's not letting that little girl out of her sight. They're already enrolled in all the same classes from kindergarten until graduate school," the businesswoman stated. "In fact, Jay, haven't you already picked out who our princess will be marrying?"
Jayce stuck her tongue out at her spouse. "That would be you, Miss Paranoid. There's a reason you got the title of 'papa.'"
Gus shrugged. "Ah, you got me there."
"Why does she call you papa?" Trevor inquired curiously. "I'm sorry, I don't know any lesbian couples. Is that normal?"
"Normal for Octavia, yes," Gus said. "It's a bit complex as to how I became 'papa.' She calls me papa because we used to have her in this daycare program. She didn't go often, but we wanted her to interact with other children and she noticed that most of them with two parents had a mother and a father. A mommy and a daddy or a mama and a papa. Well, Jay was already mommy, so I had to be something else."
"But, why not daddy then?" Trevor asked. "Oh, I hope I'm not getting too personal or anything."
"Not at all," Gus assured him. "I think she went with papa because one of her favorite stories the main character calls her father 'papa' instead of 'daddy.' In fact, in a lot of stories the word 'papa' gets used instead of daddy. Before that, she used to just call me Gus, but I much prefer being a papa." Her grin attested to that fact.
"Now, he's Gus," Jayce said, rubbing the baby's back. She was now holding him because she was going to have to go feed him in a couple of minutes.
"She can't say Augustus yet without tripping over her own tongue," Gus added, referring to Octavia.
"I'm surprised she can even say her own name. How many people have the name Octavia, after all?" he chuckled.
"She likes her name. Jay taught her how to spell it not too long ago and that's all she did for like a month. She would spell it for any and everybody. Of course, this has the drawbacks of fooling people into thinking she can spell. Big mistake," Gus said, laughing somewhat too.
"People were asking her to spell words she never even heard of, which would lead her back to me and asking me to teach her how to spell it. Before long, she didn't even know who she was," Jayce remarked with a dramatic sigh.
"Well, I know not to make that mistake. She'd be a pretty advanced four-year-old if she could spell, though. What about this guy? How old is?" Trevor asked, tugging at Augustus' sock and getting a drooling grin out of him.
"He's only six months, but don't tell him that. He's been trying to walk ever since he crawled out of my womb and hasn't gotten close yet," Jayce replied.
"Oddly enough, he doesn't try anything else. He refuses to try holding a bottle or to sit up on his own or make a sound beyond crying and laughing or do anything that even hints that he's going to stop being a baby one day in the distant future. I'm sure this is one kid that'll still be living here when he's thirty," Gus teased the infant. "Little does he know, but as soon as he can get a paper route, I'm taking his room and turning it into a pool hall."
Jayce smiled and shook her head. "Don't mind Gus. She's been saying things like that ever since he was born, even though she knows she's going to break down and cry the second he has to leave for college or a job or whatever years from now."
"Are you kidding? Little man is going to be on his own the second I hear a word out of him. Soon as he says something that I mistake for a word in any language, he's packed up and out of here," Gus joked.
Trevor laughed, which earned a big smile from Gus and an amused head shake from Jayce. The three spoke for a little longer before Trevor decided it was time for him and Travis to go. The whole Tucker family saw them to the door with Octavia shouting her farewells the loudest, mostly to Travis as expected. When the door closed, she turned her attention to her parents.
"Travis is nice!" Octavia declared.
"I'm sure he is, princess. Now, it's time for all little princess to get ready for bed. Let's go run you a bath and then I'll read you a good story, okay?" Gus offered.
"Yeah!" Octavia ran for upstairs with Gus following closely behind her.
Jayce yawned as she fell face first into king-sized bed. She was thankful that Gus had taken time after Octavia fell asleep to put sheets and pillows on the bed. They were new, so they did not have the sweet lavender smell that clung to Gus as if she produced the aroma naturally.
"All in due time," Jayce muttered, hugging a pillow to her head.
"How dare you fall into our new bed wearing …" Gus paused to release a dramatic shudder. "… pajamas," she finished, falling into bed and spooning her wife from behind.
"Feels like you have on pajamas too," Jayce commented. Her pajamas were little more than a torn up old t-shirt that used to belong to Gus.
"Just the usual." Gus' pajamas were a tank-top and flannel boxer shorts.
"Well, I'm wearing the usual too, so you shouldn't complain. If I thought we had a chance of making it through the night with nothing happening, I might have dressed differently, but I don't think we're going to make it."
"Hey, Octie might surprise you," Gus argued, pulling the sheet over them while making sure to stay close to Jayce's body.
"Maybe in a week, but not the first night in a new house."
"Her excitement might help her sleep through the night. She was so full of energy and zipping around. She's probably worn out," the taller woman reasoned.
"You might be right. We'll see." A soft sigh escaped Jayce. "Thank you again for this, baby. You're the best."
"I prefer to think of you being the best. You've given me everything I ever wanted and now I want to do the same for you."
Jayce squeezed Gus' hand. "You do, sweetheart. After all, you gave me a loving family. And you might have possibly gotten my mother off my back with this move."
Gus scoffed. "I hope so. I'm sick of hearing her voice bitch about taking 'Princess' back. Although I still get a kick out of remembering her face when you told her that you changed Octie's name."
"She deserves a proper name after someone that loves her. My idiot mother refuses to accept that Q named her after his dog. What kind of asshole names a baby after a dog?"
Gus kissed behind her wife's ear and stroked her soft hair briefly. "Hey, don't get worked up. Remember, it was thanks to your brother that we're her parents."
"I never thought he would give up his rights to her. But, then again, he was out of his mind, wanting all that money for a fix. I feel guilty for giving into him, but she needed us."
"We did the right thing. You still have faith that Q might turn it all around someday when he's ready. Keep that faith. Now, stop worrying about it and let's get some sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow. So many boxes," Gus sighed, snuggling closer to her wife.
Jayce nodded and tried to clear her mind of past annoyances. Her mother had been a thorn in her side pretty much from the day she was born, but certainly ever since she came out of the closet over ten years ago. Her mother—Marion Newton—had been making her life Hell, but even more so since she gained custody of her brother's daughter three years ago.
Octavia Tucker used to be Princess Newton and the fact that she was in Jayce's care had always ate at Marion. It only got worse when Marion found out that Jayce was in a stable relationship with Gus and they were raising Princess together. Marion harassed them at every turn, especially after they changed Princess' name. Jayce thought her mother might have a heart attack when she found out that Quentin relinquished parental rights to the girl and Jayce was able to legally adopt her.
Octavia herself could not remember ever being called "princess" unless it was one of her mothers' nicknames for her. She also could not remember a time before Jayce was her mommy and Gus was her papa. Jayce was happy for that because Octavia had a hell of a first year of life. Sometimes, she wondered how Octavia even survived that first year.
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, Jayce felt a small body collapse on top of her and Gus. Smiling to herself, she moved away from Gus, allowing Octavia to settle in between both of them. It was a routine that they all knew, so no one said anything as the little girl pulled her mothers' arms over her to make sure they were both close by.
Jayce knew within seconds both Octavia and Gus were back to sleep. She sat up a little, looking over at the crib a couple of feet away. Everything was quiet over there. With that, Jayce was able to relax and drift into a peaceful sleep.
Next time: the Tucker family enjoys their new house and they learn more about their neighbors Trevor and Travis.