Two sons

Gunner remains on his back, putting his hands up behind his head. "Ooh, a tarantula and a rat. That's cool." He lifts his eyebrows slightly. "Yeah... I bet Cat would like you. 'Course... you can't tell anybody about her. I'm..." His mouth turns up into a sheepish smile. "...not supposed to have pets. I've kept her hidden for a while now but... I either gotta find her a new home or me a new home."

He tried not to let any disappointment through in his voice. He'd kinda gotten attached to the little critter, and by now, he really didn't want to have to get rid of her.


Mick doesn't hear BJ's initial call to him, but when he feels the bed move, he knows it's him. His mind was so clouded right now... somehow, he had to focus.

BJ's request for him to come so they could pray sent an undeserved warmth through him. He had it too good here... after the mistakes he'd made.

Lifting his head, puts an arm around BJ and pulls him into his lap, giving him a bear hug and a kiss on the head. Still holding him close, he speaks quietly in his ear. "I'm sorry for what happened last night, Kiddo. Dad was wrong." It was hard to apologize to an adult - even harder to a child... a child he was trying to be a good example for.

Taking a deep breath, he lets it out slowly and straightens up so he can see BJ's freckled face. He was worried sick about Dylan... but he had another son who needed his attention too. He manages to smile for BJ. "Okay... let's go so we can pray and eat."

Standing up, he sets BJ on the bed and turns around so BJ can ride on his back down the hall and into the kitchen. Arriving at the table, he slides the boy down into his seat before taking his own chair and folding his hands. His eyes meet Rosetta's. He had a lot of explaining to do... and he would talk to her after BJ was put to bed later.


Axel pays close attention to what Misty does and says, nodding at her explanation, even though he might not understand every term. "Sounds like you got it under control." He grins a little. "Makes sense to me... for someone who isn't a doctor. So... when do you think you'll want to do that initial surgery? Or is this a 'don't call me, I'll call you' sort of thing?"