Adventures In Parenthood. Dawn Atkins

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All the turmoil had her riled up, of course. Her emotions flitted like fireflies lighting her up here and there.

      Dixon jerked, so she knew he’d been struck, as well. He let her go as if she’d scalded him. “We were getting glasses and a vase.” He cleared his throat.

      She reined herself in, a little irked at how easily Dixon had backed off. He never let physical needs rule him. She admired that...and resented it, too.

      “Could you reach that?” She pointed up at the vase.

      Dixon retrieved it and filled it with water. She put the flowers inside, feeling his gaze on her as she worked. When she looked up and caught him staring, he colored, then moved to the cupboards. “I think the champagne glasses were...here.”

      They were. When Aubrey reached in to help, she startled Dixon, who pulled back, knocking three glasses off the shelf. Aubrey nabbed two in the air. Dixon caught the third.

      “Not bad,” she said, holding out her hand for his glass. When he gave it to her, she started an easy juggle, careful to compensate for the uneven weight of the flutes. A rush of pleasure hit her. She loved demonstrating a skill. Careful...watch it...easy...easy. She shifted her body to even the arc. Concentrate. Don’t get cocky. She juggled a few more seconds, then quit while she was ahead, catching the glasses one by one.

      “Wow,” Dixon said.

      She bowed, a faint surge of hope rushing through her. Life would go on. She would smile again, go on new adventures, learn new skills. Grief wouldn’t take her down for good. “I took juggling during my circus adventure last year.”

      “You ran off with the circus?”

      “I ran to the circus. Off-season. For training. I took juggling, trapeze, unicycle and lion taming.”

      “In a cage, with a chair and a whip?”

      “That’s the idea. The trainer was there, but it was still terrifying.”

      “Is that your criteria for an adventure? Terror?”

      “That’s part of the challenge, yeah.”

      “Feel the fear and do it anyway?”

      “In the end, yes. The secret is going in prepared. I read, talk to experts, take classes, and practice what I can. After that, it’s mostly self-doubt you have to conquer.”

      He didn’t seem convinced.

      “The trapeze scared me more than the lion. Trusting a stranger to catch you?” She shivered at the memory. “It was so worth it. The thrill of flying. I gave the girls an indoor trapeze set for their birthday.”

      “I remember.”

      “Did they ever set it up?”

      “Not that I saw.” He seemed to be fighting a smile.

      “What? You thought it was a bad idea, too? Howard’s a worrywart. The girls are gymnasts, for God’s sake. They know balance cold. I asked people on my blog about the right age for various skills.”

      “You trust anonymous posters?” His lip quirked again.

      “They’re not anonymous to me. They’re very knowledgeable. One of them told me about a quick way to teach kids to ride a bike. You put them on a slight slope so the momentum keeps them from wobbling, and, boom, they’re cycling. I’ll teach the girls while I’m here.”

      Dixon didn’t react to her words, and she suspected he didn’t think her plan would work. She didn’t want to argue about it, so she was happy when he peeled away the foil from the champagne and popped the cork. A mist of bubbles drifted out.

      “It’s weird to hear that pop and feel sad instead of happy,” she said. “It’s like when someone tells you a joke when you’re crying. It hurts.”

      “Colorful way to put it.” Dixon filled their glasses and handed her one.

      The champagne glowed golden, looking almost magical. “What the hell, it’s still champagne.” She raised her glass. “Cheers.”

      “Cheers,” he repeated, but he sounded sad, too.

      Despite how bittersweet the moment was, Aubrey relished the bubbly sting and the warmth in her stomach.

      “Shall we?” Dixon motioned toward the living room, and they returned to the sofa with their drinks and the bottle.

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