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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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She’s floating in pitch black water. Something brushes against her. She knows what it is. It’s death. Another bumps into her, and another. She thrashes wildly, yelling, trying to drive them away, not willing to go without a fight.

“MAGGIE! MAGGIE, WAKE UP!”

With a groan, she rolls over and looks up into concerned blue eyes that have some serious baggage underneath them. She glances at the clock and lets out another groan. With a sigh, she casts her gaze back up at the man standing over her.

“Thanks, John,” she mumbles with a voice still scratchy with sleep. “Why don’t you go back to bed and try and get some sleep? I might as well get up.”

“But it’s 4:30 in the morning,” he protests. “You should be getting some sleep too.”

“John, you’ve woken me from three nightmares so far,” she reminds him as she struggles her way out of the blanket she’s cocooned in. “It’s pointless for us both to keep waking up. Uncle and Abe should be back soon, so just go to bed. I’ll wake you when they get here.”

“But…,” he begins to argue.

“No, ‘buts,’ young man, now go to bed,” she orders.

“You’re not much of a morning person are you?” he asks jokingly.

“Actually, I am a morning person, I’m just not a lack of sleep person,” she states as she finishes kicking off the last of the blanket. “Now go to bed.”

“Yes, Mom,” John chuckles as he heads out of the room.

She stares at his retreating back wondering if Abe told him before deciding that the agent was just trying to be funny. She turns back to the bed and starts to fold the extra blanket but stops when a load of sand is dumped onto the floor. She makes an exasperated sound when she sees sand all over the bed as well.

She pulls the comforter off of the bed and then strips it of its sheets, trying to be careful not to get any more sand on the floor. As soon as that’s done, she notices that there’s still sand on the bed and decides that the only way to really get rid of the tiny pieces of silicate is to vacuum them up. Since she doesn’t want to wake John again, she leaves it and heads for the bathroom.

After taking a long hot shower which makes her feel slightly more human, she goes to do her post shower routine and stops dead in her tracks as she stares at herself in the mirror. It seems her sucker fish has been busy again. She examines the second hickey that adorns her neck and sighs. At least they’re a matched set with one on each side of her neck. After combing out her hair and leaving it down to try to cover the marks on her neck, she dresses for the day and heads downstairs. She goes to the kitchen where she grabs herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice and then wanders into the office thinking of getting more work done. Once there she notices the mess on the floor from her and Abe’s activities the other night.

She starts to clean up the mess between bites and discovers the keyboard didn’t survive their amorous endeavors. With a growl, she finishes cleaning and eating at about the same time. Between the nightmares, lack of sleep, sand in the bed, hickeys and the broken keyboard, she’s not a happy camper at this point.

After returning her empty bowl to the kitchen, she heads for the basement. It’s time to work on the much neglected laundry.

“She could have broken her neck,” Abe grouses.

“Not bloody well likely,” Guillermo laughs as he navigates the roads towards Maggie’s house. “That girl has been climbing trees since before she could ride a horse. And let me tell you something, that was pretty damn young. Besides, she’s an Earth Mage; nothing’s going to happen to her up in a tree.”

“An Earth Mage without powers,” Abe grumbles.

“What do you mean ‘without powers’?” Guillermo demands just before comprehension dawns on him. “What a minute, you don’t mean she’s already pregnant do you?”

Abe couldn’t have stopped the smile creeping across his lips even if he wanted to and that’s all the answer Guillermo needs as the man starts to laugh heartily for a good minute.

“That girl never does do anything by halves,” Guillermo states finally catching his breath back. “Well, congratulations, Abe. I feel sorry for that kid though. He or she is never going to be able to get into any mischief with you as the father.”

“One can certainly hope,” Abe chuckles not feeling like telling him the rest of the secret. “Do you have a cell phone? I want to call John and let him know we’re on our way.”

“It’s in the glove compartment,” Guillermo answers. “I don’t know why Manning insisted that I get one. It’s not like I go anywhere. I live in that library.”

“Like tonight, for instance,” Abe teases as he pulls the phone out of its hiding place.

Abe makes a brief call before putting the phone back in the glove box and then they spend the rest of the trip talking about the goings on back at the bureau. In particular, they discuss Hellboy and Liz as they prepare for parenthood and which one of the two is moodier right now. Abe concentrates on the conversation, but in the back of his mind, he is making his plans for when he returns.

John finds Maggie in her closet putting away the laundry after he finally manages drag himself out of bed.

“Abe and Guillermo should be here in a few minutes,” he states without preamble.

“That’s good,” she replies. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed your company, John, but I think I’d like to have my husband back.”

“I understand,” he replies with a small smile. “Listen, I’m going to wait for them on the porch. The sooner I get back, the better. It’s almost time to get Hellboy his breakfast and if I’m late, he gets really cranky.”

“That’s fine,” she says as she closes the drawer with the last of the clothes in it. “Please tell Abe that I’ve gone down to the ranch. I need to get Magick taken care of before he and I head out today.”

“You’re not planning on the leaving the property again are you?” he asks worriedly. “It’s bad enough you took him out last night. If Manning finds out…”

“He’ll have a fit,” she interrupts as she starts down the stairs. “I know. We’re going to go out collecting firewood. We won’t leave the property.”

“Good,” he sighs with relief as they step out the front door. “Well, I’ll see you later, Maggie.”

“Have a good day, John,” she replies as she closes door behind them. “Thank you for your help.”

“You’re welcome,” he responds as he lets out a huge yawn.

She heads down the hill with a final wave of the hand and he waves back as he takes a seat on the top step. He only has to wait a few minutes before the gate opens and Guillermo’s car pulls up the drive. John stands and walks down the few steps to the bottom of the stairs as the car comes to a stop in front of him and Abe gets out of the car.

“Hi, John,” Abe says as he jumps out of the car and starts for the path down the hill.

“Hi, Abe,” John replies as the blue streak goes dashing past him.

“Thanks for your help,” Abe says with a wave of his hand. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

John stands there with his mouth open; a half formed thought on his lips and then figures that the merman must have read his mind to find out about Maggie. With a shrug, he turns and gets into the waiting car. As they drive away, John makes himself comfortable and almost immediately falls asleep as Guillermo drives on.

Abe quickly dashes down the hill towards the ranch. He hopes that no one is up yet, but considering the sun is just starting to come over the horizon, he’s fairly sure he’s safe.

After checking to see that Helen and Doug are still in the cottage, he makes his way to the quarantine pen. He reaches for the horse inside with an ungloved hand and Spirit immediately comes over to him. This makes Abe happy since when he first started this project the horse wouldn’t even come near him. With a hand firmly placed on the horse’s forehead, the merman starts to go to work.

Maggie takes a few final swipes with the brush on the antsy stallion and then puts the grooming tools away. She goes back into the stall to take one last look at Magick’s neck and sighs with frustration. The bite that Spirit gave him is infected and the antibiotics don’t seem to be doing any good. She spends a few more minutes just petting the big stallion before she heads out.

As she’s relocking the door to the barn, she hears the voices of a man and a woman. At first she just thinks it’s Doug and Helen, but then the man speaks again and her stomach drops into her shoes.

“Um, Abe, what are you doing?” Helen asks.

“Oh, good morning, Helen,” Abe replies, startled out of his mental contact with Spirit. “I’m just working with Spirit. I’m trying to make him a bit more manageable.”

“Oh,” she responds. “Umm, did Mi…Maggie tell you to do that?”

“No,” he answers with a head tilt. “Should I have?”

“Well, Maggie tends to be real particular with the animals that come in,” she states. “I don’t make any sudden changes to the animal’s treatment without running it past her first.”

“I didn’t realize that she’s that controlling,” he responds.

“It’s not that she’s so controlling,” she replies. “It’s just that sometimes there are special circumstances with the animals we get so we need to be careful with them.”

“But what harm am I doing by making this horse easier to handle?” he asks.

“None,” comes the less than amused answer from behind him. “But you could have been seen.”

Abe turns to see a less than happy Maggie standing not far behind him. It’s apparent that she’s been up for a while since she’s clean and dressed for the day.

“But I wasn’t,” he points out.

“Abe the ranch is very visible from the road,” she reminds him. “Someone driving by could have seen you. The kids could have seen you. Besides, what good has your interfering done?”

“But if I hadn’t interfered, he would have died,” he states.

“What do you mean?” Maggie asks, still miffed.

“When I started working with him, he was so paranoid and confused that he was actually afraid to go near the food and water you put out for him,” he responds. “It took several hours of work to convince him to eat. Didn’t you want him to eat?”

“Of course I did,” she states as she walks up to him. “But you needed to talk to me first. Remember what we agreed to earlier? We talk about any changes; you can’t just go around and do them without telling me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he concedes as he reaches for her and caresses her cheek with his bare hand.

“Why can’t I stay mad at you,” she grumbles as she closes her eyes and leans into his hand.

“Because you love me,” he chuckles as he leans down and gives her a mind numbing kiss.

“Yes, well, I guess I’ll just bring Tumbleweed up around eight then shall I?” Helen asks after about a minute of kissing.

Maggie finally manages to pull away from those seductive lips and looks at the other woman whose face has a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It takes the Mage a good minute to get her brain back into gear enough to figure out what Helen asked. It takes her several more seconds to come up with an answer. None of this is helped by the fact that Abe has started nibbling on her neck.

“Ok,” Maggie agrees as her eyes roll back.

“Ah, newlyweds,” Helen sighs as she turns and heads off, shaking her head and chuckling to herself as she goes.

Maggie closes her eyes as he reclaims her lips and pulls her closer to him. As far as she’s concerned, the rest of the world doesn’t exist except for the two of them. She’s barely aware of him lifting her up into his arms and carrying her back to the house.

When she next opens her eyes, they’re in one of the spare bedrooms and she’s sitting on the bed while he’s trying to undo the double knot in her shoe laces. She chuckles quietly as she helps him get her shoes off.

When the last boot hits the floor, he starts to slowly and methodically undress her. As a new piece of flesh is exposed, he lavishes it with kisses and caresses eliciting mewls of desire from her. Her own hands wander as he assaults her senses and begin to remove pieces of his gear of their own accord.

Suddenly, she’s finds herself being pushed onto her back and her pants being slid from her body. The lips are back and they start to work their way up one of her legs as a hand caress and fondles the other. The mews turn to moans as she writhes with pleasure from his touch and she grabs hands full of the bedding beneath her.

By the time the lips and hand reach the top of her leg, she’s trembling with need, her breath is erratic and her heart is pounding so hard she’s sure it’s going to crack a rib. Within seconds her panties are gone and he’s pushing her legs apart.

He places a kiss on each of her upper inner thighs just before he drives his tongue into her hot, wet core. Her back arches off of the bed as she lets out a cry of wanton need. His tongue dances inside of her, tormenting her in the most delightful ways. He continues to lick her, taste her and feel her with that sensitive muscle as she bucks into his face. Knowing that she’s drawing closer to the edge, he pulls his tongue out of her and latches onto her clit. After a few sucks, she screams his name as her orgasm wracks her body.

As she lies there panting, he starts to kiss his way up her body. She’s totally oblivious to what he’s doing until he pulls one of her nipples into his mouth and starts to suck and lick it. A cry escapes her lips as her hands come up and start to caress the parts of him that she can reach. A gentle stroke along his dorsal fin causes him to shiver and moan and she gladly repeats the action until he suddenly moves.

Before she can blink, he slides into her causing her to gasp and moan as some part of her brain wonders when he got his shorts off. He starts to move in and out of her, intent on taking her over the edge quickly. She concentrates on the feeling of him being inside of her, doing her best to ignore the discomfort of being on her back. Their bodies move in unison as the pressure builds up inside her and her cries fill the room. All too soon, she starts to convulse with the released pleasure as she screams his name again.

As she lies there gasping for air, he starts to gently stroke her, caressing all the right places. Before he can drive her too crazy, he suddenly finds himself on his back with her straddling his waist. He came out of her during the transition, so he grabs her waist in preparation to get her back on. But instead of letting him guide her back onto his thick, heavy shaft, she slides off of him.

He looks at her, completely confused. He reaches for her but she pushes his hands away as she shakes her head and waggles a finger from side to side. He leaves his hands on the bed as he watches her.

She settles down on the bed next to him and starts to run her nails up and down his chest and stomach. He moans as the nails move further down his body until they reach his hip. She traces a trail from his hip, crossing on his stomach and over to the other hip, completely avoiding his throbbing organ causing him to groan and it’s now his turn to grab hands full of bedding.

“Maggie,” he starts to object, but is interrupted by her making tsking noises.

“Someone agreed to talk to me about any changes he intended to make before he started making them,” she states as her nails slowly reverse their course over his belly.

“I was making the changes to a horse, not you,” he protests in a strained voice as his gills flare when a nail passes over a rather sensitive spot.

“Someone also promised Manning that he would stay hidden all week,” she continues as if he hadn’t spoken while she persists tormenting him.

“You took me to the beach last night,” he grinds out as he moves his hips in hopes of making her touch the part of him that aches for her.

“I took you to the beach because your skin was becoming damaged, and I will be speaking to Manning about that,” she finally replies just before her lips start to follow the trail her nails left and her hair spilling over his torso, softly driving him crazy.

“Horse was in danger, too,” he retorts, the strain very evident in his voice. “You disobeyed as well.”

“You (kiss) are (lick) right (nip),” she responds as she continues her torture of his senses. “Which (kiss) means (lick) we need (nip) to spend (kiss) more (lick) time (nip) talking (kiss) and less (lick) time (nip) in bed.”

She ends her sentence with some determined sucking on his hip just above the bone. He can’t take it anymore so he grabs her and drags her up until their lips meet with another mind searing kiss. She wiggles around until she’s straddling him again and when he goes to guide her onto his erection she doesn’t pull away. As soon as he’s fully sheathed inside of her, he grabs holds of her hips and holds her still. She looks at him quizzically with a raised eyebrow and a tilted head as his gills continue to move abnormally while he tries to calm himself down.

“Wait a moment, love,” he whispers. “Or this will all be over before you can have any fun.”

“That would be bad, now wouldn’t it?” she replies as she rubs her hands over his.

She encourages those hands to move from her hips to other areas in need of attention. He reaches up with one hand and starts to fondle a breast as the other caresses a thigh. Her head rolls back as she lets out a moan of pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his hands on her.

Soon, she feels him buck underneath her and she takes the hint. Their hands join to give her balance as she begins to move up and down on him. To feel him buried so deep within her is almost more than she can take. She closes her eyes to try and cut out any outside distractions as she revels in the sensation of his long, hard shaft buried in her heat. His hips match her movements and all too soon they’re both racing towards that precipice and leaping off of it together, crying out their completion and sharing memories once more.

She collapses onto his chest and he lies there for several moments before he wraps his arms around her sweating and panting form, gently kissing the top of her head. She snuggles into him like she’s intent on falling asleep on top of him. He reaches down and gently runs his nails up her side causing her to jump.

She quickly beats a hasty retreat by rolling off of him and moving to the other side of the bed. He follows her and grabs her. Then he wraps his arms around her torso pinning her arms to her sides and encircles her legs with one of his, immobilizing her. They playfully struggle for a while until she surrenders and relaxes in his grip.

“That wasn’t very nice, you know,” he growls in her ear, causing goose bumps to form on her arms and chest.

“I know,” she admits as she lays her cheek on his chest. “But I got your attention, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you definitely got my attention,” he sighs. “We need to talk before attempting any major changes. Both of us. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she replies as she relaxes further into his embrace, closing her eyes.

“Hey! No falling asleep,” he cajoles as he gently shakes her.

She growls her response as she attempts to snuggle closer to him and get some rest. He finds her side again and tickles her. She screeches with indignation as she attempts to break free of his grasp. Within moments, there’s a full blown tickle war going on as she finds out that certain parts of him are ticklish. Very ticklish. After several minutes, a truce is given as they both lay there gasping for breath.

“You should get dressed,” she states worriedly as he lies there struggling to breathe.

He nods and then struggles to sit up. She collects his gear as he finally manages to get into an upright position. She assists him getting dressed before she finally finds her own clothes and dons them. She notices that he seems to be doing better now that the respirator is back in place.

“I think we’re going to have to be more careful about how long you’re out of the water or without your respirator,” she states, obviously concerned.

“Or we could just keep doing it in the pond or tub,” he suggests, finally getting up off the bed.

“Hm, lets see,” she muses. “I nearly drowned the last time we did it in the pond, and the tub is hard on my knees. Besides, the bathroom gets soaked when we do it in there.”

“True,” he states as he draws her towards him. “Of course, teasing me like that in the middle of love making wasn’t very nice.”

“And endangering your life is?” she demands, less then amused, though not fighting his embrace.

“I was in no danger,” he starts to reply.

“Oh really?” she interrupts. “If Helen had seen you a couple of days ago, chances are I would be trying to explain to Manning why you had been shot when you weren’t supposed to go beyond the house and pond.”

He stands there blinking his nictitating membranes and tilting his head while staring at her in disbelief.

“Helen has a shotgun and she has orders to shoot anything messing with the animals,” she informs him as she rests her head against his chest. “She would have shot you, Abe. I could have lost you.”

He pulls her shivering body closer as the information sinks in and he understands why she’s so upset with him. He lowers his head and buries his face in her slightly sweat soaked hair.

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispers. “I never meant to scare you.”

They stay like that for some time until the sound of someone pounding on the front door interrupts them.

“Helen’s here,” they both announce.

They both chuckle and then head downstairs. Maggie answers the door as Abe heads for the kitchen. As she opens the door, she can see the large dun colored horse hitched up to the wood cart, his lead rope loosely tied to the banister. Helen stands, leaning against the railing waiting for someone to answer.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Helen asks with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Not really,” Maggie answers.

“Darn,” Helen mutters.

“Helen!” Maggie admonishes and the ranch manager grins in response.

“Just joking,” Helen reassures Maggie. “Anything else you need?”

“Yes, would you call Dr. Tambor and let him know that the bite on Magick’s neck has become infected?” Maggie asks.

“Sure thing,” Helen answers as she turns to leave. “Have fun and try to bring back some firewood.”

Before Maggie can sputter out a response, Helen’s gone. Abe comes up behind her and kisses her on the cheek to get her attention.

“You know that she’s just trying to get you to blush, don’t you?” he asks.

“And doing a damn good job of it too,” she states with a snort.

“Come,” he says as he walks past her onto the porch with the picnic basket, a large jug of water and a blanket in hand. “The firewood isn’t going to collect itself.”

“Wait, Abe,” she calls as she closes the front door. “Let me go first. Tumbleweed doesn’t know you and he tends to get spooked around strangers.”

She passes him at the top step and walks towards the horse waiting there. She talks softly to him as she gently takes hold of his lead and holds out her hand for him to smell. Abe watches as she doesn’t make any sudden moves or noises around the dull brown horse with the barrel shaped torso and white eyes. Abe does a double take and realizes that the horse is blind.

“Abe, please come down here, but walk slowly and talk in a quiet voice,” she instructs.

“What should I say?” he asks, copying her tone and volume as he starts to descend the stairs.

“It doesn’t matter,” she answers as he gets closer. “What matters is that you speak softly around him.”

“Has he always been blind?” he inquires as he reaches the last step and the horse twitches an ear at him.

“Yes, keep talking,” she responds.

“I feel rather foolish talking to a horse,” he informs her as he watches Tumbleweed starts sniffing towards him. “It’s not like he can understand what I’m saying.”

“That’s not what’s important. Put your hand out so he can smell you,” she tells him and he complies. “It’s your voice that’s important. Now that he knows you, you can pet him. But be careful when you’re around him. Always talk to him when you’re near him so he knows you’re there. Never touch him without talking to him first. He’s a bit skittish when it comes to strange noises that are close to him. When we start loading the wood, I’ll make sure he’s positioned in a way that we don’t have to walk past him to put it in the cart.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to use some other horse for this job?” he questions as he strokes the powerful neck of the animal in front of him.

“In some aspects yes,” she replies as she starts to lead Tumbleweed away from the house. “But he’s our biggest horse besides Magick and Magick isn’t bred for drafting. He’s a saddle horse lets not forget that the foolish animal got himself put into quarantine.”

“What about tools?” he queries as he places the basket, jug and blanket in the cart. “Aren’t we going to need something to cut the wood down?”

“Everything we need is in the tool box in the cart,” she answers, continuing her trek deeper into the woods.

“Ah,” he replies as he walks with one hand on Tumbleweed’s shoulder.

They walk for several minutes through the trees in silence.

“Where are we going?” he finally asks, stepping up next to her when they pass an area that obviously needs to be cleaned up.

“To the far side of the property,” she replies. “I tend to work from the outside in when doing this. That way I don’t have to keep back tracking.”

“Hm, makes sense,” he responds as he tries to think of something to fill the time. “Why did you hire Helen?”

“Because she told me the truth,” she states. “I interviewed several people and they all lied to me about one thing or another, but she didn’t. I hadn’t expected her to be truthful, but she surprised me.”

“What did you expect her to lie about?”

“Her past,” she responds. “She had a couple of run-ins with the law when she was a teenager and she was having a hard time getting a job because of it. But despite all of the jobs she couldn’t get because of her past, she still came here and told me the truth. That impressed me. Not to mention that most of the animals seemed to love her so that clinched it.

“What about Doug? How did she meet him?”

“That was my fault,” she chuckles. “He worked for the construction company that came out to build the office. Shortly after they got married he lost his job so I hired him to be my all around handy man.”

“What about the kids? What do they do with them all day?”

“They hired a part time nanny to come in and care for them. She’s also an accredited pre-school teacher, so she’s also getting them ready to go to school. It’ll be different come this August when Allison goes to kindergarten. I’m not sure how Jamy’s going to handle it. Alley’s always been around so this will be the first time they’ll be apart for any length of time.”

“What about home schooling?”

“I suggested that, but Helen and Doug want to send the kids to school.”

“How many bedrooms does the cottage have?”

“Just two,” she answers. “I originally had it built for me, but when my grandmother saw it she had a fit and insisted on building that monstrosity that I’m living in now. At least it’s not as big as she wanted, but it’s still too big.”

“How big did she want it to be?”

“It would have had wings and servant’s quarters. I at least managed to convince her that it’s just me living here so I didn’t need something that big. She expected me to employ a full staff to take care of everything. We had some seriously interesting conversations about that. Remind me to show you the blue prints for the house she wanted to build. It was ridiculous.”

“I bet it was,” he chuckles as he drapes an arm over her shoulder and she circles his waist with her free arm.

They walk on for a while longer like that as birds flit about over head and squirrels dart across their path. Finally, she stops and looks around. The fence marking off the property line can barely be seen through the trees.

“At this point, the path loops around the far side of the pond and heads back towards the house,” she informs him before she points to an area about a dozen yards off the path. “That looks like a good place to start.”

“How about some water first?” he suggests as he pulls out the jug.

“Sounds good,” she replies.

She sets the brake on the cart just before climbing in and opening the tool box. She starts pulling out the various items they’ll need plus things that they’ll need later. She impatiently brushes her hair out of her face while organizing things. He notices her displeasure as he hands her a cup of water.

“Why isn’t you’re hair up?” he asks.

“Because I got a bit distracted just before we left,” she playfully growls at him while giving a mock glare. “And I didn’t have time to do my hair.”

“Why haven’t you braided it lately?” he wonders.

“Because I can’t do a French braid without my powers,” she states.

She finishes the water and hands the cup back to Abe as she sorts through the various items that they’ll need. She finally gets the items together and climbs over the side of the cart, getting ready to jump down. He grabs her around the waist and lifts her down to the ground.

“Thank you,” she says just before giving him a brief kiss. “Time to get to work.”

With that, she first attaches a feed bag to Tumbleweed and then walks between the trees towards the fallen branches on the ground. She shows him what parts of the branches that can be used and what should be left. After she’s done giving him instructions, they get to work.

The rest of the day is spent clearing out areas with a lot of fallen branches. They continue to work with the occasional break until the cart is full. The shadows are starting to lengthen and they know it’s time to head back home.

After getting back, they unload the wood into the drying shed. Abe heads for the house to start dinner and Maggie heads for the ranch to return Tumbleweed to his corral and the cart back to its shed.

Maggie gives the gentle draft horse a good grooming and a left over apple from the picnic basket before turning him back out to pasture. Leaning against the fence, she watches him for a few moments until his horse buddy joins him and they head for the feeding trough.

“How’d it go?” Helen asks from behind Maggie.

“Pretty well,” Maggie answers, turning to face the ranch manager. “I think a couple days more should get it all.”

“Really?” Helen responds with a smirk. “I’d thought it’d take you longer with Abe ‘helping’ you.”

“You know, it is possible for us to work together without jumping all over each other,” Maggie points out, trying to hide her smile.

Before Helen has a chance to make a smartaleck comment, they can hear the sound of little feet charging towards them. They turn towards the sound as two little bundles of energy come tearing around the corner full tilt.

“MISS C! MISS C!” Allison yells when she sees Maggie, running a bit faster.

“MISSY! MISSY!” Jamy echoes as he follows his big sister.

Maggie braces herself just before impact as the two kids run into her without slowing down. Despite being prepared for it, they still manage to knock her back a couple of steps.

“Hi, guys,” Maggie laughs as they each latch themselves onto a leg and look up at her with bright, happy eyes. “How are you doing?”

“Great!” Allison gleefully shouts. “I saw you and Mommy talking to a blue man this morning and Mommy says I can’t tell anyone about him and I think he’s funny looking and I drew a picture of him, wanna see?”

“Piture,” Jamy repeats in that cute voice that only a three year old can manage.

“Sure,” Maggie replies, stunned.

“Wait right there!” Allison yells.

“Way ear,” Jamy copies.

After making sure that Maggie’s not going to go anywhere, the five year old takes off running. Jamy hangs onto Maggie’s leg for a moment longer before taking off after his sister running as fast as he can, considering he’s still in diapers.

“I have a feeling that Abe’s going to get a good talking to when you get back up to the house,” Helen chuckles.

“Oh, yeah,” Maggie responds as the kids come back still going full speed ahead.

“Here!” Allison shouts as she hands Maggie a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

“Ear!” Jamy happily echoes.

Maggie looks at the picture of three stick figures. The one on the right has long brown hair, the one on the left has short yellow hair and the one in the middle is the tallest of the three and is colored blue. No doubt about who that one is supposed to be.

“This is really nice, Alley,” Maggie says with a smile. “May I keep this?”

“Sure!” Alley squeals happily. “I can make you more if you want.”

“More! More!” Jamy shouts gleefully as he claps his chubby little hands.

“No, I think this one will be enough,” Maggie replies, ruffling the little girl’s golden hair.

“Alright you two, time to go in,” Helen tells the kids. “Dinner will be soon, so you need to go get cleaned up.”

“AW! Do we have to?” Alley protests.

“Yes, you have to,” Helen responds.

“But I want to stay here and talk to Miss C,” Alley argues.

“Missy,” Jamy echoes.

“Sorry, guys, I need to go in and get ready for dinner too,” Maggie informs them. “I’ll see you later.”

“Ok,” Alley grumbles, toeing a rock with her grubby shoe.

“Thank you for the picture,” Maggie says as she squats down to the kid’s level. “I really like it.”

“You’re welcome!” Alley gladly yells.

“Welcome!” Jamy repeats.

Alley jumps at Maggie and wraps her arms around the woman’s neck and effectively knocking her onto her backside. Jamy joins his sister in mugging Maggie. Maggie laughs as she hugs the kids back.

“Ok, you guys, time to do what your mother says,” Maggie tells them and they start to protest as Helen starts to pull them off. “Bye, guys. See you later.”

“Bye, Miss C,” Alley calls back as her mother leads her away.

“Bye, bye,” Jamy says as he waves. “See ya later.”

Maggie waves back until the kids are dragged around the corner. Then she gets up, brushes herself off and turns and heads back to the house with the picture firmly held in hand. It’s time to point out to a certain husband that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought he was.
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