Hans and I stayed in touch during the inayofuata few weeks.
During the inayofuata few months, we started dating.
During the inayofuata few years, we were engaged and married.
I thought marrying him would be paradise. I was wrong. For one thing, it's harder than you'd think to keep everything straightened up with that man sitting around.
For another thing, it's even harder to keep it straightened with kids.
Yes, kids. I had really wanted children, and so had Hans--well, at least, Hans had wanted to MAKE the children. We had two: Taylor and Jason.
I don't know why I named him Jason. No, I do: I still missed the old Jason, my boyfriend Jason. And, I admit, I still loved him.
But I was sure I would never see him again.
That's why I was so surprised when he showed up at the front door fourteen years after Hans and I had married.
Hans and the kids were at a movie. I had stayed behind since I had a cold.
I was sitting on the kitanda kusoma and blowing my nose when the doorbell rang. I dragged myself up and over to the door to answer it.
I turned the knob and pulled open the door, revealing a young man with brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Jason?" I asked.
"Yeah. Hey."
"Hey. Hey, Jason. What...how did wewe find me?"
"Kowalski found your address online," he answered.
"Who the hell is Kowalski?"
Jason stepped back and made a gesturing motion with his hand. About thirty sekunde later, three men hurried over to stand behind him.
The tallest had chocolatey-brown hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in days and teal eyes. His skin was fair, almost pale, and he had a pencil sticking out of his shati pocket. The eraser had bite marks on it.
The sekunde tallest had bright red dreadlocks and stormy gray eyes. He had a jagged scar running down his face, and from the expression on his face, I could tell his mind had wandered off a while zamani and had never come back.
The last one was definitely the youngest. He had light blond hair, freckles, and ice-blue eyes. His nose was small and turned up slightly at the end. He smiled tentatively at me.
Jason pointed at the tall one. "This is Kowalski. He's the geek. That's all wewe need to know."
Kowalski scowled at him. Jason ignored him and pointed at the one with the dreads. "This is Rico. He doesn't talk much and is probably the craziest person you'll ever meet."
Rico nodded his head and smiled manically.
"And finally, this is Private." Jason gestured to the young blond one. "He's the cutest, but he's also into unicorns and the such."
I nodded. "Um...okay. Jason?"
"Skipper."
"What?"
"I go kwa Skipper now."
"Uhhhh...okay. Skipper?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you--all of you--here?" I asked.
"To take wewe with us," Skipper answered, grinning.
During the inayofuata few months, we started dating.
During the inayofuata few years, we were engaged and married.
I thought marrying him would be paradise. I was wrong. For one thing, it's harder than you'd think to keep everything straightened up with that man sitting around.
For another thing, it's even harder to keep it straightened with kids.
Yes, kids. I had really wanted children, and so had Hans--well, at least, Hans had wanted to MAKE the children. We had two: Taylor and Jason.
I don't know why I named him Jason. No, I do: I still missed the old Jason, my boyfriend Jason. And, I admit, I still loved him.
But I was sure I would never see him again.
That's why I was so surprised when he showed up at the front door fourteen years after Hans and I had married.
Hans and the kids were at a movie. I had stayed behind since I had a cold.
I was sitting on the kitanda kusoma and blowing my nose when the doorbell rang. I dragged myself up and over to the door to answer it.
I turned the knob and pulled open the door, revealing a young man with brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Jason?" I asked.
"Yeah. Hey."
"Hey. Hey, Jason. What...how did wewe find me?"
"Kowalski found your address online," he answered.
"Who the hell is Kowalski?"
Jason stepped back and made a gesturing motion with his hand. About thirty sekunde later, three men hurried over to stand behind him.
The tallest had chocolatey-brown hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in days and teal eyes. His skin was fair, almost pale, and he had a pencil sticking out of his shati pocket. The eraser had bite marks on it.
The sekunde tallest had bright red dreadlocks and stormy gray eyes. He had a jagged scar running down his face, and from the expression on his face, I could tell his mind had wandered off a while zamani and had never come back.
The last one was definitely the youngest. He had light blond hair, freckles, and ice-blue eyes. His nose was small and turned up slightly at the end. He smiled tentatively at me.
Jason pointed at the tall one. "This is Kowalski. He's the geek. That's all wewe need to know."
Kowalski scowled at him. Jason ignored him and pointed at the one with the dreads. "This is Rico. He doesn't talk much and is probably the craziest person you'll ever meet."
Rico nodded his head and smiled manically.
"And finally, this is Private." Jason gestured to the young blond one. "He's the cutest, but he's also into unicorns and the such."
I nodded. "Um...okay. Jason?"
"Skipper."
"What?"
"I go kwa Skipper now."
"Uhhhh...okay. Skipper?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you--all of you--here?" I asked.
"To take wewe with us," Skipper answered, grinning.