The Inner Struggle: Beginnings Series Book 7 (45 page)

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He was hungry and the evening was setting in. Robbie knew, the way Dean and Ellen worked, if he waited for them to eat, then he could actually be waiting well into the next day. He felt a bit rested but he could have been more. But their arguing during the course of the day while he tried to rest interrupted his sleep. He never knew two people could have so much to argue about.

He got up from bed, feeling stronger, yet still feeling slightly in the fog. He walked down the back hall of the trailer to the kitchen. He could smell food cooking and knowing that either Dean or Ellen cooked, frightened Robbie a little. He was well aware of their culinary capabilities. He moved to the stove and lifted the lid on the pot, a brown substance. It didn’t smell half bad and looked as if it were trying to be a stew. Grabbing a bowl and figuring done or not, it wouldn’t matter when it came to taste. Robbie ladled himself some and went into the living room.

Ellen’s TV/move player unit was there, and movies too. Rummaging through them, he saw that a lot were his favorites, all apocalyptic movies. The people in Beginnings loved apocalyptic movies. They always were a source of entertainment, not to mention ridicule at how badly the post-apocalyptic future was portrayed by Hollywood.

Holding his bowl, Robbie popped in a video. They were there for a purpose so he might as well watch them. He plopped down on the couch. His rear-end hit upon something and he flung up. Looking down he saw he sat on a notebook, a Beginnings notebook. Reading the words across the cover ‘Ellen’s do not touch’ Robbie knew it was something private so he opened it up.

Mean things Dean said?

Mean things Ellen said?

Things that couldn’t be taken back?

All of them were categories in a list Ellen had begun to compile. He laughed as he read the lists that Ellen had made but it confused him. In all the years he had known Dean and Ellen, never had he known them fight or say enough mean things to each other that could take up even one line in a notebook. Yet Robbie sat there reading, not one line, but two whole pages worth. Had things gotten that bad between Dean and Ellen? Were they that badly at each other’s throats? They had to be and with that thought came the one that if they had slipped that far from each other, then the chances of them ever being a couple again grew slim. Smiling at that thought, Robbie returned to reading Ellen’s notes. He wanted to get them all read before she came back. Not that he cared what she thought about him looking in her notebook when she wasn’t there, but because he just didn’t want to hear Ellen bitch.

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“No see, here’s where you’re wrong.” Frank spoke as he sat at his dining room table that evening. His tone was borderline argumentative, as if he were waiting for a fight. “I’m bigger, much bigger.” His huge finger pointed down to the color sketch that Alexandra had made. “Your dad is a little man. Little Alex, you have to get your perception right if you want people to take you serious as an artist.”

“But he’s big to me.” She looked so perplexed, holding on to the side of her face, while resting on her elbow.

“Of course he is. You’re like three feet tall.” Frank sat back. “But otherwise it’s good. Very good.”

“Did I draw Mommy good?”

“Uh . . .” Frank looked closer. “Mommy’s good. Her boobs aren’t that big.”

“Mommy’s boobs look big to me.”

“Again, you’re little. Everything looks big to you.” Frank stated so scholarly.

Alexandra’s eyes shifted to the living room to Henry. She leaned forward in a ‘big secret’ mode to Frank. “Pop.”

Frank leaned in closer, whispering also. “What?”

“Uncle Henry’s hand. I didn’t make it purple. Should I?”

“No. It won’t be purple for long.” Frank kept his voice down.

“Why is it purple? Did he color it?”

“No, he got burned.”

“How?”

Frank grinned. “Your dad.” He tried not to laugh at the horrified look on her face. “Oh yeah, Henry had to get a shot and he wasn’t being good, so your dad burned him.”

“Will he burn my friends if they’re bad when they get a shot?”

“Probably,” Frank told her. “You never know about it.”

Henry had heard enough. “Frank, don’t lie to her. That isn’t very nice.”

Frank scoffed, “Henry what do you know?”

“I know Dean didn’t burn me.” Henry looked at Alex. “Your dad didn’t burn me, Alex.”

“I know.” Her little legs kicked as she sat in the big chair. “Uncle Frank is funny.”

“See Henry.” Frank stood up from the table. “I’m funny. How is feeding Nick going?” He walked toward the living room.

“I think he’s done.”

“Already?” ”

“Oh sure.” Henry stood up awkwardly holding the child. “He’s overflowing.”

“What?” Frank snickered in his words. “He doesn’t overflow.”

“Yes he does look. This white stuff is coming out of his mouth. I give him some bottle, I pull it out . . . he overflows. Done.” Henry set the bottle on the coffee table.

“You’ve burped him right?” Frank saw Henry’s expression. “You didn’t burp him. Tell me Henry, you burped him.”

“When was I supposed to do that?”

“Certainly before he finished most of the bottle,” Frank snapped.

Henry leaned in. “Well I didn’t know that, Frank. No one told me that.”

“Henry, anyone with half a goddamn brain knows you have to burp a baby.”

“Why? Why do I have to burp him? He’s a person. Can’t he do that on his own? It seems rather disgusting me making him burp when he doesn’t want to.”

“Henry,” Frank took a calming breath, “it’s something you have to do. They can’t do it. You sat and watched me feed him. You saw me patting him on the back. What the hell did you think I was doing?”

“Making him tough?” Henry shrugged.

“Fuck.” Frank shook his head in irritation. “So he hasn’t burped yet.”

“Not that I know of.”

With a grunt, Frank held out his hands. “Give him to me.”

“All right.” Henry turned Nick around and, securing his head, extended him to Frank.

The moment Frank took hold of the baby, a loud rumbling, along with something else, came from the small child who faced Henry,. Nearly the entire contents of the bottle Henry gave him projected from Nick’s mouth in the same form it entered and landed directly on Henry’s leg. “There.” Frank smiled at the baby. “Now you feel better huh? I bet your hungry now.” He reached down and picked up the bottle. “Henry?”

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“No you aren’t.” Frank waved his hand at him as he sat on the couch to feed Nick.

“I am Frank. I know I am. It smells.”

Frank leaned forward sniffing at the leg of Henry so near to him. “Like milk. It’s baby puke Henry. Baby puke doesn’t smell.”

“Uh,” Henry grunted in further disgust at Frank’s lax attitude toward infant regurgitation. “I’ll be back.” Henry took off darting toward the stairs.

“See,” Frank spoke softly to Nick, “I don’t know who throws up more, you or your dad.” He sat there for a while feeding the baby, letting Alexandra hold him, yelling at Billy and Josh, and wondering what the hell was taking Henry so long just to change his pants.

Fifteen minutes, it took fifteen minutes for Henry to come back down and when he did, Frank knew what the holdup was. Wet head and all, Henry had showered and he wore a pair of shorts as he sat next to Frank on the couch.

“Why?” Frank asked. “Why did you feel the need to clean up like that?”

“It was disgusting, Frank.”

“But it’s your kid.”

“Our kid, and right now you handle the disgusting things, not me,” Henry stated with a shaking of his head. “He looks asleep.”

“Infants do that you know.” Frank stood up carrying Nick to the cradle. “You have to learn Henry. I can’t keep doing it all. The kid is going to be confused enough.”

“He’s not going to be confused, Frank. We’ll share him like everyone does with the kids.”

“Point taken.” Frank laid Nick down. “Confused.”

Henry looked for Alexandra. “They’re not confused Frank. I’ll show you. Alex. What’s your dad’s name?”

“Which one? I have two,” she said.

Frank bobbed his head as if to say, ‘need more be said?’

Henry continued, “Alex, would you like to only have one dad?”

“One dad? That’s silly, Uncle Henry.” Like Ellen, she waved him off. “No one has one Dad.”

“But if you could, would you like to?”

“No. You need two dads. One to teach you smart things and one to teach you fun things.”

Henry smiled at Frank who looked pleased with the answer. “There you have it, Frank.”

“There I have it.” He sat down next to Henry. “The only thing I can’t figure out is what fun things Dean teaches. I think she’s confused.”

“So are you,” Henry said.

“No, I know who the fun parent is and it isn’t Dean or Ellen. They get too annoyed too easily with these kids.”

“You’re a good father, Frank.”

“I haven’t always been. Ask Johnny. Maybe that’s why I try so hard to be . . . to be . . .”

“To be the father to every available kid in Beginning?”

“Not every kid. Just the ones closely connected to Ellen.” His eyes shifted back toward the cradle.

“You’re going to be a big part of Nick’s life, Frank.”

“I know.”

“For as much as you share responsibility with Dean, that is how much you’ll share with me, if not more, Frank. I’m not good with this kid thing. At least not yet.”

“You’ll get there, Henry.”

“I’m sure I will. But for now, you’ll have the reigns. Nick needs to be where his mother is. I have a feeling,” Henry paused and looked down to Nick, “before long, she’ll be here all the time with you.”

Frank liked the sound of that and he felt it in his heart. But knowing Ellen, he’d believe it, when it actually happened.

Frank grunted. He huffed and he grew more irritated by the second during his training on what seemed to be a really hot morning. “No. No. No!” He blasted. “What did I tell you? Don’t lock your knees. If you lock your knees you’ll pass out. Face forward too. I won’t stop you either because you have been warned. Got that?”

Little Joey, looking so much like Frank with his nearly shaved head, nodded. “Yes, Dad.”

“Good and Marcus,” Frank pointed at him, “I know you understand me. No locking them knees.”

Marcus sort of growled a friendly growl that let Frank know he understood him.

“All right.” Frank stepped back. “Enough for today. Good job. Go ahead back in the house.” Frank pointed ahead to his front door.

“Training them early?” Joe sneaked up behind him.

“Trying. They’re tough. Can’t start too soon.”

“What about Billy?”

“Billy is Dean and like Dean, if the old military was back, when Billy grew up he’d sap out and be an officer or something.”

“You know some people didn’t think of officers as people who sapped out.”

“Obviously those people weren’t enlisted men, were they?”

“You have a point.”

“So what’s up?” Frank asked as they headed to the house.

“Two things. One, why aren’t you working?”

“I’m going to work, just later. Dan is doing my rounds. I wanted to get them off to school today. With Henry, who knows what they’ll look like? Besides, I was tired. Fuckin Henry talked my ear off all night.”

“He’ll do that. He wonders why that baby doesn’t sleep. A small payback from all of us, I guess.”

“Pay back to Henry?” Frank laughed as he walked into the house. “Well if it’s a Henry payback, I’m paying the debt.”

“Second reason.” Joe followed him into the house. “Can you spare an hour this afternoon? Jason needs to see you over at containment.”

“He hates me.”

“Yeah, well, we all can’t be part of the Frank fan club, can we?”

“I guess not,” Frank shrugged. “His loss.” Frank walked to the kitchen. “I’ll come over, say around one after I finish my mid-morning rounds.”

“Sounds good.” Joe checked out his watch. “Now I’d better find Henry. There’s something he needs to fix and I didn’t want to put the req in the requisition box.”

“Why?” Frank asked as he poured a cup of coffee.

“Because of where he has to fix it…the mobile.”

“What the hell can they possibly break at the mobile?” Frank wondered as he set down his pot of coffee.

“Something in the trailer which works in Henry’s favor, except he can have no contact with Dean, Ellen, or Robbie. I can’t say he’d want to contact them. Robbie said this morning he’s going nuts. Ellen and Dean bicker constantly. And quit smiling about that.”

“Sorry.” Frank raised his mug to his lips. “So why are we hiding the fact that Henry has to go to the mobile?”

“I just don’t want people to panic, that’s all.” Joe began to leave. “Don’t forget about this afternoon.”