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Christmas in Dixie	By : roxyfic Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The > Male/Male Views: 16547 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Christmas in Dixie
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Christmas in Dixie

Part Ten
Brian woke first, blinked at the daylight streaming into the study, and carefully tried to disentangle his limbs without waking Dom. The deep, questioning rumble that came from his partner proved he'd failed.

"Need a shower," Brian explained before pressing a kiss on Dom's nape. "Go back to sleep for a few minutes," he whispered.

Dom grunted a string of sounds that would have been unintelligible to anyone else, but Brian had no trouble interpreting them. He stood up and smiled at Dom's concern.

"I feel fine." He bent his knees experimentally and then took a couple steps around the room to gather up clean clothes. Brian flashed a grin at the dark eyes that were squinting up at him from their nest on the floor. Unable to resist, he did a quick spin and mock curtsy. "See?" he asked as he straightened. "Told you I was okay -- not a bit dizzy."

"Just brain-damaged," Dom growled as he closed his eyes in disgust.

Nearly twenty minutes later they were both dressed and ready to face the O'Connor clan in the bright light of day. Laughter and childish squeals of delight could be heard coming from the kitchen. They exchanged nervous looks before walking in.

"Sure you don't want to make a run for it?" Brian asked.

A look of determination crossed Dom's features as he shook his head and opened the door to the kitchen, holding it open for Brian to enter first.

"'Bout damn --" Neal burst out, then flashed a guilty look at his father. "I mean, *darn* time you two showed up. I was beginning to think I'd have to start banging on a garbage can to wake you." Neal got a comically sly look on his face. "That is ... *if* you were sleeping?" he asked suspiciously.

"What else would we be doing?" Brian asked as he swung a straight-backed chair around and straddled it. He snuck a quick look around the kitchen at the rest of his family who seemed content to watch the by-play.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe ..." Neal smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Brian rolled his eyes in response, but smiled. Neal's attempt at smoothing the waters might be a little inept, but if he was trying to joke about it, then things were going to be fine.

"No?" Neal asked with mock innocence as he looked back and forth between the seated Brian and the still standing Dom. "Then you," he directed his gaze at Brian, "must have been hiding from the hungry hoards."

Brian crossed his arms over the back of the chair and tipped his head to the side in question.

"The way we figure it, you don't want Dom to know ..." Neal began only to be stopped by Milla's hand clamping over his mouth.

"... about all the females that are still chasing you," Tony finished with a snigger as he bounced his baby girl on his lap making her squeal with delighted glee.

"Sarah Skiba and Angie Ford each stopped by asking about you," Marlene offered in explanation as she sat a cup on the table in front of Brian and poured him some coffee. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and patted his shoulder. "You boys quit teasing Brian, and Laura--" She gave her daughter a meaningful look. "You move over please, so Dominic can sit next to him."

"That's okay, Mrs. O'Connor, she can stay there," Dom said as he carefully stepped over two of Neal's sons and walked around to the far side. He sank down in an open seat on the other side of the massive wooden table.

"It's Marlene, Dominic," she corrected. "Coffee?" He nodded and she rounded the table to pour him a cup. Then she shocked him by treating him exactly as she had Brian. She pressed a quick kiss onto his cheek and squeezed his shoulder. "A ham, cheese, and green-pepper omelet okay for breakfast?" He nodded and she moved away.

"The question is big brother -- Oh, shi-oot!" Tony exclaimed as he looked down at the yellow bile erupting from his little angel's still grinning mouth. "Jillian, she threw up again," he noted as he gingerly held the baby out. His wife rolled her eyes at his helplessness and muttered something about how fathers should know better than to bounce babies on their knees right after they've had their bottles.

"Anyone see the box of wipes?" she asked as she scooped the baby up and carried her off.

"Anyway," Tony said as he turned back to Brian. "How *do* they always know when you blow into town?"

Brian shrugged and flashed his million-dollar smile. "I have this aura, you see, and -- "

"And it's all the fault of that nasty, nosey old biddy across the street," Laura burst out. "She probably wore the phone lines out with -- "

"Laura!" her father silenced her sternly. "That was unkind." Then his wide mouth twisted wryly and a twinkle of humor lit his eyes. "And besides, Mrs. Fuss is not *old*, she's in her mid-forties."

Laura's anger dissolved into a giggle. By only castigating her for the "old" part her father was silently agreeing with the "nasty, nosey old biddy" part of her statement. She lifted a hand and pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, self-consciously trying to hide her braces.

"Oh, Patrick, really," Marlene said with exasperation as she sat a platter of toast in front of Brian and Dom. "Don't encourage her. And, Laura, stop hiding behind your hands. You --"

"She wouldn't be *Delilah* Fuss, would she?" Dom asked quickly, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Well, yes," Marlene said. "But how could you know her?"

"I've heard stories," Dom said as he flicked a quick look at Brian and then started to chuckle.

Neal turned an avidly curious look toward Brian. "*Please* don't tell me that you and she ...?" he began.

"Laura, take the kids into the living room and turn cartoons on for them," Marlene said swiftly.

"But Mom, I want to --"

"*Now*, Laura."

The teenager gave Dom and Brian a long-suffering look and sighed dramatically as she rose from her chair. "Anytime the conversation gets interesting around here they send me off," she complained as she rounded up most of the little ones and herded them out of the kitchen.

Six pairs of curious eyes turned toward Brian for explanations.

"It was nothing," he said with a self-conscious laugh. "She cornered me once in the backyard, but nothing really happened." He took a sip of his coffee and then snickered. "I wiggled loose and ran as fast as I could."

"When was this?" Marlene demanded.

"The summer you two went to Atlanta for that two-week conference."

Marlene gasped in outrage. "You were only sixteen! I remember because we debated for weeks if we could leave you here alone or not."

Brian took a drink of his coffee and let his eyes fall to the wooden planks that made up the tabletop. That had been a bad time for them all, a very bad time. He and his father had barely been able to speak without fighting. They'd argued over everything and anything. A few times nearly coming to blows. Brian remembered the times when he'd tried to --

"Why didn't you tell us?" his father asked thoughtfully.

Brian shrugged as if it all were no big deal. "Would you have believed me?" he asked, his eyes lifting and locking with his father's.

"Probably not," the Pastor admitted after a long soul-searching pause. "But I believe in you now."

Just as had happened the night before, silence fell over the family. The only difference was that this time it was gentle, loving, and comforting. All present knew that something special was at work within the O'Connor home. Brian held his father's eyes for a long moment before looking away and picking his cup back up.

His eyes peered over the rim at Dom's smile and Brian felt a warm glow inside that had nothing to do with the coffee.
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