Chapter 116: Faeries
*In the twilight woods of wishes, dreamers rest their weary souls. – Angie Weiland-Crosby*
JD sat on the floor with his math workbook opened for the assignment as he watched Dean use chalk to sketch out her design on the wall. He had always wondered how murals were made. She had shrugged her shoulders as she drew out the first layer.
“This is what works for me.”
Never before had he thought about the details, thoughts and planning that went into something like this. To him, they just... appeared. But to Dean, they were a glimpse into another world.
She had started out with a bunch of lines that made no sense to him, not that any of the others made much more sense. Then she sloppily painted three different colors. A bright light blue that was about two feet down from the ceiling. Next were about four feet of dark blue and the remaining was brown. They all blended into one another, and she completed a full wall before moving to the next.
Once she was done in the morning, they went to lunch, and he checked in with his school to get his assignments. The plan was for him to return next week. He had started going back to practice last week and was excited for the competition next month.
When they got back to the house that Ty, Bunny and Jaxon shared, he had started on his English essay while she drew out the next layer. Now, three days later, the forest was taking shape. With the dark colors that had been placed as the base colors, JD was afraid that the room would seem dark. But now, with the forest growing around them, it felt like they were in the middle of a meadow.
JD had already seen the large rug with wildflowers on a green background, and the small wood cabin playhouse that he promised to help Reese put together. Bunny’s baby was not even here yet, and she was already spoiled. And he planned to assist in the process as much as possible.
Pushing his homework to the side, he crawled over to where Dean sat on the floor in the corner, adding details to the path that would lead to the cabin playhouse. Sitting behind her with a leg on either side of her, he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“The room is looking awesome.” He whispered in her ear.
“Thanks.” She smiled. “You want to do a little bit?”
“I don’t want to mess it up.” He admitted.
“I’m painting pebbles.” Dean gave a little laugh. “There’s no right or wrong.”
Picking up one of her other brushes, she placed it in his hand and guided him to paint a pebble. Using a smaller brush with a lighter color, she highlighted the top. Then with the other small brush and darker color, she shaded the underside giving it a 3D look.
The next one, he did on his own. “I made a pebble.”
“You did. You finish up these pebbles, and I’m going to do the ones over here.”
Dean turned without moving away from JD’s embrace and began to paint the pebbles on the other wall. Within an hour, they both had their sections completed.
“Now, you can tell your niece that you helped to paint her room.”
Tipping her face up, he kissed her lips. What started off as a light kiss, quickly deepened. Dean wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned into him. Being careful of the paints, he rolled them to the floor. Hitching her leg up around his waist, he settled between her legs.
“JD…” she moaned between kisses.
It was getting harder and harder to tell her no. To tell himself no. But he would continue to do so. She was too young. She was still grieving.
But she was his.
Propping himself up his elbows, JD looked down at her. “As tempting as this may be, I’m not doing anything in my niece’s room.”
“Glad to hear that.” Jaxon said from the doorway.
Dean squealed in embarrassment and then started laughing as she found it amusing that they were caught.
“There’s some boxes downstairs that are for the baby’s room.” Jaxon said with a grin. “Dean, why don’t you run down, we’ll be right behind you.”
JD gave her a light kiss before he moved off her and stood up. Once on his feet he offered Dean a hand and pulled her to her feet. She smiled at Jaxon as she walked past him leaving the room.
“He was helping me paint.”
“I painted pebbles.” JD said and then shook his head as he realized how strange that sounded.
“Hey, Dean?” Jaxon asked looking down the hall. “Are you done with the paints in here?”
“Yeah. I can’t do anything else until the faeries get here.”
“I think that’s what’s in the boxes.”
“Yes!” Dean dashed down the stairs as Jaxon walked into the nursery to help JD pick up the paints and brushes.
“She’s underage.” He told his younger brother.
“I know. I also know that since we are less than three years apart, we fall under the Romeo and Juliet law.” JD said as he placed the brushes into the cleaning solution.
Jaxon gave a soft hmmmm but said nothing else.
“But have you met her uncle?”
Jaxon laughed at his brother. “Yes, yes I have.”
“Yeah. He could probably kill me in his sleep and then have his construction company bury in concrete.”
“And have Willow print up have you seen me flyers while he comforted mom.”
“So, you have met him?”
Jaxon laughed as they left the room and headed down the stairs. “Once or twice.”
“What do you want me to do with the brushes?” JD asked as he looked over Dean’s shoulder.
“I’ll get them.” She said setting the small box on the dining room table. Then she took the glass jar and brushes into the kitchen.
“Ty is taking Bunny over to her moms’ place tonight after work. Do you think we can have the room done tonight?” Jaxon asked.
“I think so.” Dean said from where she was cleaning her brushes. “The faeries look pretty simple.”
“Great!” Jaxon smiled broadly. “Reese is supposed to bring the playhouse over.”
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, he found his mom and her boyfriend. While the men put the small playhouse together, Dean and Helen put the faeries together. Once the playhouse was put together, they moved the furniture into the nursery. It had all been put together earlier and was just waiting in the guest room.
Jaxon got a message stating that they were on their way home just as Dean was hanging the last of the faeries from the ceiling. Twenty minutes later, Bunny stood on her meadow rug with happy tears streaming down her cheeks. Battery operated faeries glowed as they hung from the ceiling and sat on the walls.
Faery silhouettes clung to the window corners looking over the rustic crib. She reached over and picked up the quilt that one of the princesses had made with faeries embroidered by another princess.
“Jaxon…” Bunny sobbed out as she turned to him. “It’s perfect.”
He held her close and kissed her hair. When Ty wrapped both of them in his arms, Reese ushered Helen and the kids out of the room.
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