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“No.”
That would still relate to the latter.
“Wands?!”
Again…that would still be connected to magic.
“It’s asurprise, Little Critter.” Tucker tosses him a mischievous smirk. “Andyoulove surprises.”
Yeah.
Thathe gets from his father.
And finding out I was pregnant on a random Tuesday afternoon while we were at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul from a saleswoman insisting we needed to buy something to ward off evil spirits for the protection of our unborn child – that I went back to the hotel to prove I wasn’t carrying only to discover Iwas– was hissecondfavorite surprise of all time with having me guided into his world being the first.
Or so he tells everyone we meet when asked about hispersonaltales.
Which interestingly enough isn’t as often as I would’ve assumed.
More people are interested in sharingtheirlife stories and letting you chronicle them versus getting more information aboutyours.
Thankfully, that’s something Tuck and I are both okay with.
We’ve come to prefer vocalizing our exploits with family or close friends only.
They appreciate it the most.
Plus, they’re not running to media outlets in hopes of selling a juicy gossip tip that’ll cause The Frost Luxury Hotel Corporation momentary turmoil to plummet their stock.
People can be so unpredictably vindictive.
That’s…something else my world travels have taught me.
“You love surprises, too!” Lo insists at the same time he trips over a small rock yet manages to catch himself.
“I do.”
“Did you like my surprise picture of me and Pop Pop fishin’?”
“Loved it.” Tucker adjusts his backpack strap, body wordlessly angling us towards the trail on the left side. “Sorry I wasn’t around to draw with you last night.”
He met up with one of his friends who’s actually the primary reason we chose this small town. Fynn Fischer, an adventure consultant I met for the first time when I tried parasailing which was moved to the “do again” list unlike paragliding which was moved to the “not with a gun to my head” list, helped revamp S’more Camping from a forgotten cabin getaway to the booming, bustling, you better pray you know someone to get in, place that it is now. His wife, Torrance – who I met for the first time at check-in – is not only the daughter of the family that owns the business but a budget specialist for The Frost Luxury Corporation, making us even more connected to them. Last night Tucker went to help Fynn arrange whatever activity it is we’re headed to next and unfortunately, didn’t get back in time for me to tell him about the baby before Lo and I passed out while watchingPokémon. I wanted Tuck to know sooner in the day, but shortly after Rich’s freak out, we were dragged away by Britt to try this bakery and then shopping and then lunch and by the time we were all done Lo had been returned to me and Tucker was off to help Fynn.
The new plan is to tell him tonight.
It’s on the day’s “must” list.
Just like buying a new box of Band-aids.
Between me and my son, I swear we should just take out stock in that company.
“You know what we should do?” My husband’s tone grows in excitement. “We should go hunting for an extra special frame here in Sunshine Bend to put it in and thengiveit to Pop Pop for his birthday next month.”
“Yeah!”
“He’ll love that,” I interject, barely managing to dodge scratching my arm on a nearby tree trunk. “He’s always looking for new pieces for the gallery.”
And by gallery, I mean the room in their mega mansion they turned into a Frost only display space shortly after we got married. Work from Tucker’s childhood and teen years – as well as a couple pieces from his adult ones – are strategically spaced and lit all around the room beside our son’s. Some of the pieces were created just for his dad. Some gifts to his mother. A few that were for them both. One or two for Rich. They wanted it all in one area to admire, to have a blended space like he mentioned at their wedding reception, and when Lo started following in his dad’s footsteps, the showcasing did, too. It’s very sweet. And thoughtful. And makes me smile whenever they ask Lo to give them “insight” to the piece.
