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“Heh, that’s not a bad idea.” Not wanting to make his heavily pregnant wife do all the work, Jack left his paints for now and came out to help her. “We’re no doubt going to end up with a lot more stuff over the years, we should start clearing space now,” he joked.

“It’s a big change to have a baby and have them take over your space,” she joked back, looking down at him with a smile. “Your art studio might even be invaded.” She took some boxes down carefully so she couldn’t fall, checking them to make sure they had the lights. “Baby bottles and blankets everywhere.”

“As long as we don’t turn it into her changing room, I’ll be fine with it,” Jack chuckled. “But once she starts crawling, we really will need to keep her out of it. I keep sharp tools in there, and some of the oils and thinners I use are toxic.”

“Of course love. Or you could just keep them out of reach. Who knows, she may take after you and love art.” Finally finding the right box, she handed it down to him before descending the stairs. “Phew…she’s a heavy little thing. I can’t wait to see the results of her room. It’ll so so pretty at night with the lights and everything! A night sky for our angel to sleep in.”

He caught the box as she handed it down. Once she was safely on the floor, though, he set it down, and pulled her into his arms for a tender kiss. “I know. She’ll be perfect, and it’ll be perfect for her.” He nuzzled Katelynn’s forehead, and ran his hand gently over her belly.

“It’ll take a few hours for the canvas to be ready. But we can bring the lights into the studio, at least."

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It took a bit of digging around the closet for the boxes since they had piled other things in front of it. “How did we acquire so much stuff…? Love, there’s so much stuff in here. I think we’re going to have to clean this closet out eventually.” She grabbed a ladder to find the lights. “Maybe do a garage sale..”

“Heh, that’s not a bad idea.” Not wanting to make his heavily pregnant wife do all the work, Jack left his paints for now and came out to help her. “We’re no doubt going to end up with a lot more stuff over the years, we should start clearing space now,” he joked.

“It’s a big change to have a baby and have them take over your space,” she joked back, looking down at him with a smile. “Your art studio might even be invaded.” She took some boxes down carefully so she couldn’t fall, checking them to make sure they had the lights. “Baby bottles and blankets everywhere.”

“As long as we don’t turn it into her changing room, I’ll be fine with it,” Jack chuckled. “But once she starts crawling, we really will need to keep her out of it. I keep sharp tools in there, and some of the oils and thinners I use are toxic."

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In an instant he was at her side, putting his arm around her and helping her to her feet. “Now you go easy on your mommy,” he scolded her belly. “We’re doing this for you.” To Katelynn, he went on, “I think we have some old Christmas lights in the closet, don’t we? If you get those, I’ll get a canvas ready.”

As if in response to his words, a quick bump appeared on her belly from it punching out to him. “Oh!” She giggled, pressing her palms there and rubbing around it to soothe it down. “Don’t think they liked that….Okay, love I’ll go get the lights.” She pressed a quick peck to his nose and hobbled off to retrieve them.

Jack watched her go, then headed into the room they’d designated as his studio. It was one of the few rooms in the house with a lock on the door – when their child came, he or she would have to be kept away from the paints. He had several canvas frames waiting, and picked out one that looked the right size. With practiced skill, he stretched a canvas over it, and began mixing up some sky-blue paint.

It took a bit of digging around the closet for the boxes since they had piled other things in front of it. “How did we acquire so much stuff…? Love, there’s so much stuff in here. I think we’re going to have to clean this closet out eventually.” She grabbed a ladder to find the lights. “Maybe do a garage sale..”

“Heh, that’s not a bad idea.” Not wanting to make his heavily pregnant wife do all the work, Jack left his paints for now and came out to help her. “We’re no doubt going to end up with a lot more stuff over the years, we should start clearing space now,” he joked.

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She tries to stand up with her belly in the way but is more like a turtle on her back. “Okay one second. Just need to stand up. The baby is snuggling me down into the floor.”

In an instant he was at her side, putting his arm around her and helping her to her feet. “Now you go easy on your mommy,” he scolded her belly. “We’re doing this for you.” To Katelynn, he went on, “I think we have some old Christmas lights in the closet, don’t we? If you get those, I’ll get a canvas ready.”

As if in response to his words, a quick bump appeared on her belly from it punching out to him. “Oh!” She giggled, pressing her palms there and rubbing around it to soothe it down. “Don’t think they liked that….Okay, love I’ll go get the lights.” She pressed a quick peck to his nose and hobbled off to retrieve them.

Jack watched her go, then headed into the room they’d designated as his studio. It was one of the few rooms in the house with a lock on the door – when their child came, he or she would have to be kept away from the paints. He had several canvas frames waiting, and picked out one that looked the right size. With practiced skill, he stretched a canvas over it, and began mixing up some sky-blue paint.

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“Love will you help me make these for the baby? Please? It would be adorable for the baby’s room.” She gave him puppy dog eyes.

He was taken aback when he saw the tutorial. This was one of the most sweet, adorable art ideas he’d ever seen. “Oh, Katelynn, I love it. Yes, let’s get started!”

She tries to stand up with her belly in the way but is more like a turtle on her back. “Okay one second. Just need to stand up. The baby is snuggling me down into the floor.”

In an instant he was at her side, putting his arm around her and helping her to her feet. “Now you go easy on your mommy,” he scolded her belly. “We’re doing this for you.” To Katelynn, he went on, “I think we have some old Christmas lights in the closet, don’t we? If you get those, I’ll get a canvas ready."

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Some cute DIY wall art! This would look absolutely adorable in a kid’s room, but it’s so pretty that I think you’ll want it somewhere you can see all the time. Cheerful by day, stunning by night, and it only takes about an hour and a half to make!

“Love will you help me make these for the baby? Please? It would be adorable for the baby’s room.” She gave him puppy dog eyes.

He was taken aback when he saw the tutorial. This was one of the most sweet, adorable art ideas he’d ever seen. “Oh, Katelynn, I love it. Yes, let’s get started!"

Resolution

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Harrison certainly wasn’t going to agree with him that the confidence gene seemed to have skipped his pool all together. Instead he simply shrugged. “It’s immensely flattering to hear that anyone envies me, but I think we all have our strengths and weaknesses. I, for one, am excellent at drawing up technical specs and blue prints but actual art? Atrocious! And I like it that way. Just think how terribly dull it would be if we were all the same.” And he made a face.

That got a more genuine chuckle out of Jack. Now that the two of them were finally talking openly, he’d started to feel that they really were clearing the air. “You have a point there. I may not know anything about running a business or arranging security detail, but I’m a good artist, and I like what I do.”

“And really,” Harrison said, leaning back in his chair now that his drink was finished. ”Isn’t that what’s important in life? I love what I do, I would never want to do anything else. If you have a career you love, a woman you love, then I think you’re doing it right.”

Jack smiled. “That’s true as well. I count myself lucky every day that I met Katelynn. There’s so much in my life that’s she’s changed.” In the back of his mind, he made a note, I should put that in my vows.

“… I was wondering,” he went on, a little hesitant. “W-would you like to come over to our place sometime? I’m sure Katelynn would love to see you, and we could talk some more about the wedding plans."

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Harrison frowns and exhales at that. He’d never considered that there might be a reason for Jack’s stammering shyness, that it might in fact have been a defense mechanism against a world that was often nasty and cruel to him as a child. Now he feels a little bit guilty for having judged him so harshly.

“It doesn’t bother me to hear about it, though I certainly won’t press the issue,” Harrison replied thoughtfully. ”We’ve all had our crosses to bear. Being raised in a prison kept me away from most of that kind of thing, but I can’t deny being a little jealous that you got such loving adoptive parents. You’re very lucky,” he confessed.

A hint of embarrassed color rose in Jack’s cheeks. “I have to admit, I never, ever thought I’d hear you say you were jealous of me.” He was too ashamed to meet Harrison’s eyes as he added, “I’m the one who’s always envied you. You’ve accomplished so much, and it’s so easy for you to be confident.” He gave short, weak chuckle. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one of the blue people who had that left out of them.”

Harrison certainly wasn’t going to agree with him that the confidence gene seemed to have skipped his pool all together. Instead he simply shrugged. “It’s immensely flattering to hear that anyone envies me, but I think we all have our strengths and weaknesses. I, for one, am excellent at drawing up technical specs and blue prints but actual art? Atrocious! And I like it that way. Just think how terribly dull it would be if we were all the same.” And he made a face.

That got a more genuine chuckle out of Jack. Now that the two of them were finally talking openly, he’d started to feel that they really were clearing the air. “You have a point there. I may not know anything about running a business or arranging security detail, but I’m a good artist, and I like what I do.”

Resolution

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“Because you’re blue or because you were some kind of demon child?” Harrison asked, fairly certain he already knew the answer. But maybe Jack and been an infant hellraiser…. that would raise his estimate of the man a little.

“The first one.” He closed his eyes as painful memories came back. “Although one of my f-first foster moms did call me a demon sometimes. I was eight when the Maples adopted me, and by then I was so afraid of people, it took me a week to say one word to them.”

The blue artist straightened up sharply. “L-look, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about this. We both know the world isn’t kind to people who are different, and I’d rather not dwell on it.”

Harrison frowns and exhales at that. He’d never considered that there might be a reason for Jack’s stammering shyness, that it might in fact have been a defense mechanism against a world that was often nasty and cruel to him as a child. Now he feels a little bit guilty for having judged him so harshly.

“It doesn’t bother me to hear about it, though I certainly won’t press the issue,” Harrison replied thoughtfully. ”We’ve all had our crosses to bear. Being raised in a prison kept me away from most of that kind of thing, but I can’t deny being a little jealous that you got such loving adoptive parents. You’re very lucky,” he confessed.

A hint of embarrassed color rose in Jack’s cheeks. “I have to admit, I never, ever thought I’d hear you say you were jealous of me.” He was too ashamed to meet Harrison’s eyes as he added, “I’m the one who’s always envied you. You’ve accomplished so much, and it’s so easy for you to be confident.” He gave short, weak chuckle. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one of the blue people who had that left out of them."

Resolution

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“Good,” Harrison nodded approvingly. ”She’s a good girl and she deserves to have a family that loves her, not that horrible wretch who only made her feel bad about herself. You’re both lucky on that note,” he added, thinking for a moment of Wayne’s struggles. Lord Scott never even bothered to meet him before writing him and his son off.

Jack watched him quietly for a moment. He hadn’t followed every detail on the news about Wayne Scott being disowned by his family, but he’d heard enough that he knew this topic might hit close to home for Harrison. “You’re right, we are lucky. But my parents are very loving people.” He gave a dry, bitter chuckle. “They had to be, to take in a child like me.”

“Because you’re blue or because you were some kind of demon child?” Harrison asked, fairly certain he already knew the answer. But maybe Jack and been an infant hellraiser…. that would raise his estimate of the man a little.

“The first one.” He closed his eyes as painful memories came back. “Although one of my f-first foster moms did call me a demon sometimes. I was eight when the Maples adopted me, and by then I was so afraid of people, it took me a week to say one word to them."

The blue artist straightened up sharply. "L-look, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about this. We both know the world isn’t kind to people who are different, and I’d rather not dwell on it."