#Chapter82
JASON
The night sky and backyard gardens were inky with a few marks of a glow from various stars. The lively smell of my mother's flowers danced around us. She took pride in her work of art. Gardening was her speciality. A faint echo of the music played from the house's continuing festivities.
/"So how are you?/" My mother placed a hand onto my shoulder.
/"The 'how are you' questions again./" I chuckled.
/"I am your mother. I should always be concerned for my babies./"
/"Babies?/" I escorted her over to a nearby stoned bench that overlooked the marble fountain.
/"Oh so you and Keira are too old to be my babies?/" She smiled.
/"Pretty much./" She nudged me away.
This time with her was well needed. A moment of peace and quiet with another woman in my life.
/"I have to say. I have not seen you so happy since your first shift./"
/"Well I have a reason to be./"
