October 10th is Adam's observed birthday. So here's a
tribute to our favorite snarky but sweet AOD in the form of a
ficlet.
God bless,
Jenni
Little Pumpkin
Monday, October 10th, 2016
Adam quietly flipped through a magazine as he sat
in the living room of Kylie's and Clay's house. At
twenty two weeks pregnant, Kylie had found herself feeling
exhausted even after a restful weekend. With a busy
day ahead at the Romano Family Farm, the angel of death
had agreed to remain at the house while Clay went to
work. Though he was concerned about the expectant
mother, it was not an unpleasant way for Adam to pass his
birthday. For the first couple of hours, he and
Kylie had sat on the couch and watched The Notebook.
They'd just barely started Practical Magic when
the expectant mother had dozed off, her head resting on
her friend's shoulder.
It was now three hours later and Adam smiled at
Kylie. She looked peaceful with her arms
protectively wrapped around her belly. As he found
himself doing more and more often, the angel of death
reflected on the last few years. Dyeland was once
again brimming with life. New people had settled
there and the Tunnel dwellers were increasingly seeing it
as an extension of their own world. Adam never had
to worry about leaving his home or turkeys. There
was always a Friend, Helper or Tunnel teen willing to
housesit or care for his feathered friends. And the
humans weren't the only ones who were multiplying.
Reuel, Michael, Azrael, Zaila, Freya, and others popped in
far more often than they had in the past. The
Dyelanders no longer even attached much significance to their visits. Far
more often than not, they were merely there to enjoy the
beauty of the place or share in a cup of tea and a
chat.
And the little ones... Adam could remember when
Shelby was often the lone child present at their
get-togethers. Now it was a regular thing to step
into Willowveil Castle and be immediately met by the sound
of giggles or a child shrieking giddily as they played
with one of the numerous pets. When Kylie's baby was
born, she would immediately be welcomed by Belle, Liam,
Shelby, Manny, Jacob, Aiyla, Omar, Joy, Ian, tiny little
Aurora Al-Mitra, and all the other children.
Adam was pleased for his old friends who had, like him,
found contentment. For the most part, Andrew's and
JenniAnn's angst-ridden tête-à-têtes had been replaced by
gentle kidding about the former's subpar housekeeping and
the latter inadvertently teaching Belle the phrase
"frickety frick frick" or "ickety ick ick" as she put
it. Meanwhile, Monica was more content than Adam had
ever known her to be. She had found a perfect
balance of quality time with Arthur and Liam, her work at
the food truck, and the occasional caseworking
shift. Tess was not as often a part of their group
adventures but she was a regular presence in Dyeland,
doting on the children and offering counsel to the adults
as needed.
Of course, with all the sweetness there must also be some
bitterness. Shortly after their wedding, Rose and
Max had temporarily relocated to Germany where the latter
was interning at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center.
It was an amazing opportunity and everyone had been
excited for the couple. Still, Christmas, when they
were due to return, sometimes seemed a long way off.
It was obvious to Adam that his fellow angel of death
missed his only son and that JenniAnn would never grow
accustomed to having one of their kids so far away.
However, the Skype and FaceTime chats revealed a happy
couple who were enjoying their overseas adventure even if
they were a little homesick.
All of the other Friends remained near each other and
between their Bible studies and activities at St.
Genesius', they were in near-constant contact.
Joshua, Maryam, Yosef, and John made occasional
appearances, bringing joy and peace at each appearance.
Yes, life was good. Adam felt incredibly grateful to
have so many places to go after a difficult assignment and
so many friends and family members to seek solace
in. And, soon, he would have one more... a niece if
Kylie's intuition was correct.
As if she sensed the angel's thoughts returning to her,
Kylie began to awaken. She blinked a couple of
times, confused about why she wasn't in her and Clay's
bedroom. Then she smiled and nuzzled Adam's
shoulder.
"Thank you. You're a very nice pillow although I'm
sorry I trapped you for..." She glanced at the
clock. "Three hours!"
"Nonsense. It gave me some much needed time to
reflect on all I have to be grateful for," Adam
assured.
"Aww. Well, I'm glad then but I've got to get going
on your cake!"
Kylie pushed herself off the couch and ambled towards the
kitchen.
"Kylie, please don't worry about it. Zeke and Diana
already offered to run by Adrian's before my party and..."
After preheating the oven, Kylie turned to Adam and
squeezed his hands.
"That's very nice of them but I want to bake your cake."
"All right... but you have to let me help."
"I suppose," Kylie agreed. "But only because I want
your company, not to put you to work on your birthday."
"Gotcha. But a little work won't hurt me so... what
can I do?"
For the next few minutes, Kylie directed Adam on where to
find bowls and the mixer. With the former on a high
shelf and the later in a drawer just above the floor, the
angel of death was in much better shape to crouch and
stretch than Kylie
was. Soon, Adam found himself beating eggs while
Kylie measured out various ingredients.
Suddenly, the woman froze and let out a little gasp.
"Ooh..."
Concerned, Adam hurried to her side.
"Kylie, what is it? Are you okay?"
It was a few moments before Kylie answered. She only
prodded her stomach silently, seemingly lost in her own
little world. Finally, she smiled and nodded.
"Yes. The baby is just kicking really hard.
Let's sit down for a little bit."
"Definitely."
Adam escorted his friend to a kitchen chair then pulled
one up beside her.
"Can I get you anything? Some water? Something
to eat? You are due for..."
Adam was cut off when Kylie abruptly took his hand and
pushed it against her belly.
Suddenly, the angel's eyes went wide.
"That... that's her?" he implored.
Kylie smiled and nodded then shifted Adam's hand slightly.
Adam felt another jab at his hand. Strong and
quick.
"Well, hi... hi there, little pumpkin," he greeted with
misty eyes.
"I like that. Little pumpkin." Kylie smiled
again then closed her eyes, feeling her baby kick and
moving Adam's hand accordingly.
Gradually, the kicks lessened then stilled entirely.
"I think she's sleeping now," Kylie announced. "I've
noticed she sometimes gets really restless before she
crashes completely."
"Sleep well, pumpkin," the angel of death cooed. He
patted the bulge then met Kylie's eyes. "Thank...
thank you for that. It... amazing." Adam
sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.
Kylie hugged him tightly.
"I was hoping she might give you that as a birthday
present. Clay started feeling her about a week ago
but she just hasn't been very active when we've been
together but today... it's like your little pumpkin wanted
to wish her Uncle Adam a happy birthday."
Adam patted Kylie's back and kissed her cheek.
"It's a present I'll treasure forever. Thank you to
her... and you."
"You're very welcome. Thank you for being here when
I needed you... like you always are. Now... back to
your cake."
Adam helped Kylie to her feet and the two hugged once more
as the little pumpkin slept contently in her mother's
womb.
The End
This newsletter is dedicated to John Dye
and Charles Rocket for giving us such beautiful images of
psychopomps. I've been listening to a lot of
podcasts lately and learning anew about how so many
cultures and belief systems have such scary
death-figures! But not us!
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