Not your typical picket fence setup [invite]

[Lasair Barnes (DELETED 9516)]

Lasair’s grin was broad and mischievous, the quip at Esli let slide as she gestured to her own petite form. Bulging belly and all, it was still the smallest form out of the three that had gathered, not including Oliver, of course. ”Then I am the good-est package of all!” she declared, her hands returning to her belly, caressing the smaller package within. It was a lie. The life growing within her was the best package of all, and Lasair’s pure love for the unborn child beamed from every pore.

Esli led them out of the RV and Lasair followed, snagging a bag from a hook by the door. It was a strappy bag, made of natural fibres, the strap plaited with palm leaves from Burma. Inside the bag was some cash and a pair of sunglasses, a tube of sunscreen in case of prolonged hours in the sunshine; her freckled, pale skin was prone to easy sunburn, tans a thing of imagination and fantasy. If she had a phone it remained within the RV. There was no one who would be calling her. The man she would contact herself stood by her side. They had often found themselves in places with no electricity and, if there was electricity, there was often no signal. They knew how to get by without the technology that the common age seemed so reliant on.

”The first place sounds good, Gideon,” she said with a bounce. ”You know this place better than we do, we trust your judgement. We’ll find something to eat wherever,” she said. Even if a place sold only meat products, they almost always had fries. And Lasair could eat fries for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

She shushed, then; Esli had asked a question, and it was a pertinent one. Lasair was eager to hear all about Gideon.

[Gideon Barnes (DELETED 8781)]

The first place it would be. His spirits were high and good since the appearance of his brother and his brother's wife. Not that life had him down-far from. But there was something about family...even the Bible referenced the importance of those that were your family, time and time again. He glanced at Lass who had taken the initiative to say she was the best present of them all, Gideon chuckling at the woman's brazen, yet humorous spirit.

He kept walking, even after his brother posed a question about what he had been up to. "Well, a little bit of this and that." He pulled out the small house brochure he had been looking at and showed the cover off to the both of them. "Looking into real estate a little. Need more room." A lot more room. But he would get to that in time. the brochure was stuffed back in his back pocket, as Gideon shifted the attention off the house to the more darker things going on. "Brother, sister. I'll be honest. I've been battling in a war that I don't think I can win. Demons roam these streets. Those that sold their souls for the promise of immortality." They should know exactly what they were getting into-that was if they wanted to get into anything at all. "I've been called here for a reason, but that reason has expanded by God's will. So, I feel I must stay until a time calls where I am called someplace else. Should that time ever come." His tone was somber, eyes flicking back to both his brother and sister as they walked past two teenagers who were going the opposite way of them.

"But, not all is work and no play. I met someone the first week I arrived in town. Her name is Mona. I'm going to ask her to move with me to the house I have been approved for." Which house was still to be determined, but with Gideon knowing how much he was approved for, he could start narrowing down his options based off bedroom, bathroom and what he could and could not afford.