The next day I was up early and started my day with a quick morning workout.
Afterwards, I'd planned for some training time with Sunshine, but when I heard Kindle awaken with a cry I went rushing in to check on her.
She'd already been fed and changed that morning, but when she stopped crying as soon as I patted her I guessed it was mommy time she wanted.
So I played with her, loving the sound of her little baby coos and giggles.
Then we rocked together giving us that bonding time I'd read about.
But what kept my face solemn was thoughts about how I would approach Ben about his recent choices.
I ran through a few scenarios in my head, trying to decide which one was best.
When I heard Ben up and about, I decided there was no time like the present.
But, as an added precaution in case he didn't like my prying, I brought Kindle along with me.
I mean chances were better he wouldn't yell at me if I was carrying the baby, right!?!
And I started off on a subject he'd be positive about, his new cat, Merlin.
"Merlin is such a beautiful cat Ben! You made a wonderful choice picking him out of all the ones at the shelter."
"He's something isn't he? The guy at the shelter told me he might have some Manx in him, with his coloring and stubby tail. He was surprised I wanted a full-grown cat as most people are looking for kittens. And unneutered males aren't popular either because they mark their territory. But I explained that I had a female family cat that I wanted to breed him with and he said that was great as Merlin was very affectionate and should make some really cute kittens!"
Then with Ben so excited about Merlin, I asked, "I know finally owning a cat was something you really wanted, a desire of your heart. But the other choices you made? Your YA trait and your Lifetime Wish, were they what you really wanted Ben?"
Ben looked at me a moment, then gulped and admitted, "Not exactly. I knew dad was happy with Dean being born athletic and choosing a LTW that focused on athletics, as well as starting an athletic career. And Ward's always been pretty muscular, so him choosing athletics will help him out with his law enforcement career. So I just joined the crowd, to make dad happy. He would've hated what I really wanted to do!"
"And what's that?"
When Ben hesitated, I urged, "Ben, please be honest with me and yourself! This is YOUR life, not Dad's!"
So then Ben admitted his heart's desire, "I'd love to become a Supernatural myself, a genie! Not one in a bottle, granting wishes, that's not an option I'd choose, but one that can perform practical magic, cleaning the house and making perfect magical meals, everyone's favorites!"
When I saw how much his face lit up telling me about his dreams, I gave him the best advice I could.
"You need to tell dad what you really want out of life Ben! Dad might not like Supernaturals, doubt in their existence, despite all the ones living in our town, including the fairies, genies, and werewolves we have in our own family! But Ben, just think of the man our father is, has always been. He gave up his dreams for mom and he's never regretted that decision, but he'd be horrified that you gave up your dreams for him. I would never tell him, but you know it would come between you in the years to come. Please say you'll talk to him Ben!"
I could see the conflicting emotions as they crossed Ben's face, how he didn't want to disappoint dad, but how he wanted to follow his own dreams to.
Then I saw his brow clear and he said, "You're right. I'll talk to him when he gets back from visiting Breeze and her family. That will put him in a good mood, though my news will probably ruin it!"
"Not if you have some solid plans Ben! While dad's out, do some research, check on becoming a genie, talk with Uncle Johnny, or Nicole or her family, maybe even the guy that runs the elixir shop. Find out everything you can, and then present all your information to dad."
"That's a great idea Rielle! If I go off halfcocked dad will think I'm just crazy, but if I have something concrete to tell him, a specific direction, then he may take the news a little better."
And though Ben and I had always gotten along as kids, with our age gap we'd never been particularly close, not like him, Dean, and Ward.
But having this heart to heart as young adults, we suddenly felt a shift in our relationship, not just siblings, older and younger, but real friends.
Ben didn't waste any time and he quickly called Johnny, then Nicole, asking the all important question of how to become a genie.
Johnny said the question had never come up in his family, so he wasn't much help, though he did tell Ben being one was pretty awesome, and he'd love it if Ben was able to join the genie ranks.
Nicole was pretty excited about it to, but she told him that though Vampires could turn others to join their clans, she'd never heard of anyone turning someone into a genie. And after she had a quick chat with her parents, she added that they had never heard anyone mention becoming a genie either, just being born one.
So Ben turned to his last resort, the guy at the elixir shop, where his hopes rose as the man told him that there was a genie elixir that could transform anyone into a genie.
But then the man took that statement back and said, "Oh, not IF's made real though, they can't change their supernatural state or become hybrids. I'm not sure why, maybe because IF genes are unique in their own weird way?"
Ben just laughed and said he certainly wasn't an IF doll, real or not, so it wouldn't apply to him.
But his laugh was cut short when the man added, "I'm surprised a guy like you would do that though, the genie elixir doesn't work like a lot of the other supernatural ones that just add the state to your own natural genetics, it wipes away all traces of who you were, gives you pretty generic facial features, and turns your skin a very dark blue! I've heard that if you change back into other clothes besides everyday ones, in a place called CAS, wherever that is, then it may be possible to keep your own genetics, but if you go there in everyday clothes in your new genie form, it's permanent! There's a warning label on the bottle, let me see if I have one."
After hearing the dangers of using a genie elixir, losing his family genetics, Ben wasn't all that disappointed to learn there weren't any genie elixirs for sale right now.
But he was very interested when the guy said, "You could always make one if you can discover the alchemy recipe, find the ingredients, and learn enough to be knowledgeable of the skill."
"Alchemy?" Ben asked, "What's that?"
"It's an ancient branch of philosophy that uses medieval chemistry to discover and mix elixirs that transform objects or people into other things. It's original goal was to transform base metals into gold, but I'm not sure that was ever discovered. But you could try it for yourself! The alchemy station in the corner is free for anyone to use. Just be careful, people don't usually catch on fire like with chemistry or inventing tables, but breathing in the fumes from elixirs can make you feel sick. If that happens, the bathroom's right next to it, just in case!"
Ben walked over to the alchemy station, flexed his fingers, and opened the ancient tome.
He wasn't sure he still wanted to become a genie, but learning alchemy, discovering it's secrets, called to him in a way he couldn't explain.
He'd never been exposed to anything like it before and as he read page after page of the fascinating art, he felt like he was finally on the path he'd been meant to take all along!
When he'd earned a couple of alchemy skill points, he tried his hand at mixing his first elixir.
Which started off easily enough but then just gave off a terrible stench, which like the consignment specialist had told him, started making him feel a bit queasy.
Not wanting to lose his breakfast, he decided to take a break and find out if the store held any other magical objects.
His eyes had just landed on an interesting looking metal machine, when he heard his name called, "Cousin Ben?"
And he hurried over to chat with his cousin Kirby, his Aunt Winter's middle son, who was a teen now.
"Wow, Kirby, I wouldn't have recognized you except for the dark blue wings! You've certainly grown up a lot."
"I just started high school, and Errol graduated the same day as you. Our baby brother, Chet, isn't a baby anymore either, he started grade school this week!"
"So how's everything going? You getting along okay in high school?"
"Everything's going well. High school has been a bit of an eye opener," then with a wink he added, "all our female classmates have grown up a lot too!"
Ben smirked and said, "Lots of eye candy to distract you from your homework, huh!?!"
Kirby nodded, but said excitedly, "Yeah, but the best news doesn't have anything to do with school. I can't wait to check out the gypsy wagon that rented a space at the community park and get my fortune told! Well, as soon as they get it staffed. I wanted to get a part-time job there after school, but they don't offer them, you have to be at least a young adult to work there."
Ben's eyes lit up when he took in Kirby's words, asking, "The community park, the one right across the road from our farm?"
Kirby nodded, and said, "That's the place! There are so many supernaturals in Aggie's Corner now that it was voted in unanimously when they applied for a permit. I'm surprised Rielle didn't mention it, since mom said the idea was her suggestion. You know, with your interest in the supernatural you'd probably be a shoe in for a job there."
Ben smiles and grabs Kirby's hand in a firm handshake, saying, "And you're the best cousin ever Kirby! If I get a job there, you get your first fortune for free!"
Kirby said, "Thanks cuz! I'll definitely take you up on that offer!"
Ben might not have had genie powers, but he drove over to the community park floating on air.
When he arrived, it was easy to spot the gypsy wagon, and he joined the line of people waiting their turn to apply.
He paced a bit nervously, wondering if he'd make the cut, and suddenly realized it was what he wanted more than anything, to study alchemy, join the fortune teller career, and become a Master of Mysticism!
When he got home, he dressed in his new career outfit, which to my surprise, was what he'd aged up in!
He found dad and had a heart-to-heart chat with him right then and there.
"Rielle told me I need to follow my own dreams dad, that we only get one life and I should do what I want. I'm sorry to disappoint you dad, but athletics and becoming an astronaut isn't my dream. After doing some research, I've found my life's calling! More than anything in the world I want to study Alchemy, and rise in the ranks of the Fortune Teller career and become a Master of Mysticism!"
Dad didn't say anything, just gave Ben a serious, searching look.
The silence between them dragged on so long I was beginning to doubt my own advice and hoped I hadn't seriously misjudged dad and told Ben to do something that would damage their relationship irrevocably!
But my judgement of Dad's character had not been wrong, and he wrapped his arms around Ben in a fatherly hug!
"Ben, Ben, you are my son, I want you to live a happy and productive life, following your own dreams, not mine from long ago. Yeah it would have been nice to have another astronaut in the family, like your Uncle Nathan, but only if it was what YOU wanted."
Ben's face was radiant as he sported the biggest smile ever, saying, "Dad, you don't know how much that means to me, having your approval."
"Not just my approval Ben, but my love and respect as well! It takes a man to admit he's chosen the wrong course and correct it before it's too late."
Then Dad said, "I'm thinking an athletic trait won't be much help reading star charts, so have you decided on a more appropriate trait to help you with your new career?"
"I was thinking charismatic would go along way towards putting my clientele more at ease and making friends with them."
Dad nodded, saying, "That sounds like a great choice for someone in a people focused career, but you're not going to be one of those charlatans just trying to make a buck and put one over on people are you?"
"Never! A Master of Mysticism always focuses on the truth and doesn't make up bogus fortunes just to scam money out of their clientele!"
"That's good to know! Who knows, maybe you'll even persuade your old man to get his fortune told one day!"
They both laughed at that and Ben said, "You don't need a fortune teller to predict what will happen in your future dad! We all know you've lived a happy life and the coming years won't be any different, you'll be kept busy and satisfied making lots of nectar and spending time with your grandchildren!"
I broke in at this point and said, "Speaking of grandchildren, it's time to celebrate Kindle's toddler birthday! Mom's got the cake on the table and I'm on my way to get Kindle now."
As soon as I blew out the candles, I made a wish for my sweet daughter, and started to gently lower her to the floor for her transformation.
Mom was tooting a party horn, and Leonard was twirling a noise maker, celebrating in true birthday style.
But I was anxious to see who Kindle would take after.
We were aware that Kindle had my skin tone, but would she inherit more of my features?
I'd definitely be okay with her having my hair color as I loved that I'd inherited it from my Grandma Brina.
But I was really hoping for the rounded cheeks from either of her grandmother's rather than my Dean cheekbones.
With the sparkles dancing around her surprised little face, surrounded by long dark hair, I feel a spurt of happiness!
Dark hair is good, and she had a double chance at it, with both Leonard and dad having it.
I pick her up for a cuddle and a closer look to see if I could tell if her hair's texture is closer to dad's or Leonard's.
And I notice she got my deep green eyes!
But what about my cheekbones?
I still can't decide as her cheeks look slighted rounded instead of sharp like mine, but that could just be toddler chubbiness and something she'll grow out of.
Then the doorbell rings and dad opens the door to Lamar and Joanna Rhoen, Aunt Rayne's youngest children.
We're surprised to see them in costumes and out trick or treating since it's still summer.
But dad just laughs and drops some candy in Lamar's bucket, when Lamar says with an embarrassed laugh, "Joanna's going to grow up before Halloween and she insisted I bring her to a few houses so she can show off her child costume! I really didn't want to but Mom gave me that look that made it clear that as a big brother I had to live up to my responsibilities. And I was okay with that, sort of, but I wasn't expecting to have to dress up in a silly costume! I feel ridiculous! It would have been bad enough at Halloween, but in the middle of summer, I'm burning up in this thing!"
Behind him Joanna giggled saying, "I didn't want to be the only one dressed up! Besides who better to walk around with an alien than a cow plant!?!"
Still chucking over our summer trick or treaters, I brought Kindle to the nursery and set her on the potty chair.
I figured it's been awhile since we changed her diaper, so I'd start her off straight away before she hand accident.
Then looking down at her from this angle, my heart plummeted, I could plainly see her sharp cheekbones!
But with all the toddler skills she needed to learn, and her cheekbones nothing I could do anything about, I focused on teaching her to walk after using the potty.
She picked it up right away, taking several wobbly steps right into my waiting arms!
Then dad got in a few snuggles of his own with Kindle and her cheekbones jumped out at me again being just like dad's and my own!
But what I was more concerned with were her pouty lips, looking distinctly like a howl was going to come from them any minute!
Dad confirmed my assessment when he said, "I think it's past our sweet girl's bedtime!"
Then he tossed Kindle up in the air, and she was so surprised at the action, that even as tired as she was, she laughed with glee!
I smiled thinking after raising five kids of his own, dad knew all the tricks to getting a toddler back in a good mood.
Then he tickled her tummy for good measure and said, "Tickles at bedtime make your dreams happy ones!"
Kindle was definitely ready for bed now as her eye lids starting closing almost as soon as she stopped laughing.
Dad gave her one last kiss, put her in her crib, and patted her, whispering, "Sweet dreams little one."
But Kindle had no more than settled down in her crib when dad and I heard a shriek from upstairs!
Followed by a sound we knew well, Grim's theme song!
With our hearts in our throats we rushed for the nursery door, and dreaded what we would see when we got to the second floor.
Who was Grim coming for?
It saddens me to have to recount these type of events in my journal, but I know I must.
A family journal not only records life's happy times, the birth's, loves, and marriages of our family, but the passing of it's members too.
Not just to record those moments of loss, but to give us a chance to remember what those family members brought to our lives as they touched our own.
So join me as I sadly record our family's next meeting with Grim in Chapter 71: Saddened by Loss
Coming soon.