Animate Me

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Late that night as we crawl into bed she brings the sketchbook with her. I try to contain my anticipation as she cuddles up to me.

“Do you want to see what I drew?” she asks sweetly.

“Sure.”

“You know when I thought about what I wanted the final drawing to be, I knew I didn’t want it to be about work or our careers. All I cared about was that we’d be together…the rest is secondary.”

I smile, realizing how much thought she put into this.

“So I closed my eyes and listened to your suggestion… where would we be in the future—like in ten years…and this is what I saw.”

She slowly opens the cover and sorts through the pages until she gets to the back of the book. “Here we are.” She carefully flips the pages over the spiral and sets the pad down on my lap. “I hope you like it.”

I lift the pad and study it. I can tell she’s watching intently for my reaction, and I don’t even have to perform. My grin is natural and heartfelt. The drawing is charmingly amateur, but she’s clearly put a lot of thought and effort into it.

Brooke and I are on the beach holding hands. She’s wearing a B-Girl style swimsuit. There are two small people and something that resembles a dog gathered together, just in front of us at the shore.

“Did you know how much I love the beach? Where is this?” I ask her, avoiding the bigger points of interest.

“Hawaii,” she replies. “I want to go there with you. It’d be really romantic.”

I make a mental note to call Mom’s travel agent tomorrow. “And your swimsuit…it looks B-Girl inspired,” I point out.

“Nice touch, huh?” she asks, watching for my reaction.

“Yes. I love that. And who’s this?” I ask, pointing to three small figures near the shore.”

She carefully gestures as she explains. “These are our children: Walt and Mary, and that’s our dog, Pixar.”

Pixar.

“We took our dog with us to Hawaii?”

“We take him everywhere. He’s a dog with super powers…he protects and babysits the kids.”

I laugh. “I see…but just two kids?”

“Well, I went from a firm zero to two with you, baby…so I wouldn’t push it.”

I take the book and prop it up on the nightstand so it faces us, before pulling her into my arms. “It’s perfect. I love your drawing, and I love you.”

She looks at me intently. “Really? You don’t mind if we only have two kids?”

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy with anything that comes our way.” But then a thought occurs to me so I pick up the sketchbook again and examine the drawing more closely. “We had kids without being married?” I ask, feigning concern.

“What? Of course, we’re married. Why did you assume that?”

I hand the pad back to her. “Well, where are our rings?”

She rolls her eyes. “I see you’re a detail man. Do you have a pencil here, or do I need to get up and find one.”

“Open the drawer next to you,” I instruct.

She finds a pen, and with her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates, she carefully enhances her drawing by adding a tiny ring to each of our ring fingers.

“There,” she says, satisfied.

“That’s better,” I agree.

She studies the figures by the shore, and lightly runs her fingers over Walt and Mary. “I’m not sure I’ll be a good Mom,” she admits. “But you make me want babies, Nathan. You make me want a friggin picket fence and meatloaf on Sundays.”

“I make you want meatloaf on Sundays?”

“Yeah, she says, curling into me. “I wa

She has no idea what this is doing to me. I trail kisses across her cheek and pull her closer. “You’ll be great,” I say with confidence. “And we’ll do it together. We’ll be a team.”

“The dynamic duo,” she agrees.

“Anything else you want?” I ask.

“I want you to hold me tight. You have a way of making me feel like I’m all that matters.”

“Because…” I push her to continue.

“I am all that matters.”

“By George, I think you’ve got it.”

We’re wrapped in each other’s arms about to doze off when I’m compelled to bring up something that’s bothering me. “Brooke,” I whisper.

“Mmmm?” she responds, winding her arm even tighter around me.

“Walt Evans?” I ask, as I stroke her shoulder.

“Don’t forget his sister, Mary Blair Evans,” she insists.

“Mary Blair? The famous illustrator that worked for Disney?”

“Yes,” she replies, gri

I almost laugh out loud. She’s so damn cute…she’s killing me with this. “Brooke, love…those are great names. Grand, noble names, but…”

“Yes?” she says, I feel her body tense against me.

“I’m a Looney Tunes guy, Brooke. When you throw in Pixar, we got three for Disney, and a big fat zero for Warner Bros. It’s just not right.”

“That’s true…Disney acquired Pixar,” she responds thoughtfully. “Well, what do you suggest?”

“There’s a lot of greats of animation at Warner Bros.,” I point out.

“For the record, although I love their work, I’m not a fan of the name Friz…nor Chuck for that matter,” she huffs.

“Well, there’s Carl, or Leon…or how about Robert? There are two Roberts, Clampett and McKimson.”

“I like the name Robert,” she agrees. “Robert Walter Evans. I like the sound of that.”

I grin. She still got the Walt in there. “Those are some pretty big shoes for that little guy to fill,” I warn her.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “But he’ll have our toon-genes baby, and all our love to help him along.”

“And don’t forget Mary. She very well may outdo us all,” I point out.

“Mary’s going to kick ass,” she agrees. “She’ll be our little Power Puff Girl.”

“Anything else?” I ask. “As long as we’re sorting this all out.”

“Let’s see,” she says, thinking out loud. “We’ve got the love nest with the picket fence.”

“Check,” I respond.

“Two kidlets, Mary and Robert.”

“Check.”

“A Golden Retriever named Pixar.”

“Golden Retriever? I like those…check.”

“Meatloaf on Sundays.”

I laugh. “Check.”

She pauses.

“Anything else?” I ask as I pull her up over me. All this talk is making me wild. I want her again…badly.

The good news is I think she wants me again, too. She spreads her thighs and lifts up so she’s straddling me. “You,” she whispers.

“Me? Oh, you’ve always had me.”

She nods, then leans over and kisses her way up my neck. “Yes, most definitely you,” she chants; her expression loving as her breasts graze my chest. I reach up and fill my hands with her softness.

“Are you sure?” I challenge playfully, as I give her my love.

The heat is radiating off her. She swivels her hips provocatively.

Oh, Brooke…

She nods, certainty in her big blue eyes.

“You.”

The End

Acknowledgements

My first support team for my writing efforts was my spirited daughter Alex, my sweet sister Cheri and dear friend Lisa Fortunato, who cheered me on before I’d even found a single reader. They always made me feel that my efforts were worthwhile-that it wasn’t insane to be writing late at night after working long days. I love you guys for that and so much more.

I appreciate that my husband and daughter put up with me as I got lost in the world of my characters. I often forgot about things like di

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