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Just Jot It January: Day 30 – “Scrumptious”

“Those look scrumptious,” Ames said after lifting the lid on the container Jeremiah set on the counter.

“Silas made them.”

Ames glanced over at him and saw a faint pink tinge to his cheeks. “You’re blushing. Why are you blushing?”

“No reason,” Jeremiah insisted. “Not a single reason at all.”

Yet, Ames found their lips curling up. “Really? It certainly sounds like there’s a reason.”

“Nope,” Jeremiah said firmly, though his cheeks reddened more. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Silas didn’t…never mind,” he said quickly, obviously realizing he was about to give himself away.

Ames just laughed. They were glad Jeremiah had found happiness, even if it was in an unconventional relationship. Now, if only they could manage the same.


Short one today. I wasn’t even sure if I’d have something for today’s Just Jot It January prompt of “scrumptious” brought to us by Judy. Then, the beginning of this popped into my head. Wasn’t quite sure where it would go and still not sure if it will fit into Flames of Knowledge, but maybe somewhere near the beginning.

And if you never saw snippets from “Playing with Fire”, the “unconventional relationship” is that Jeremiah is with both Silas and Corrin, and in fact the three of them are all with each other(did that make sense?). They don’t hide that fact, either, which not everyone is as accepting of as Ames.

Just Jot It January: Day 28 – “Knight”

“I didn’t need you to come rushing in to be a knight in shining armor or something,” Ames told him. “They’re my family. I’ve been handling them on my own for a long time now.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to continue to do it on your own,” Connor said, almost feeling like shouting. He never shouted. So, he forced his voice to stay clam. “I heard what they were saying to you, and it wasn’t right.”

“And now they think once again I need a man to come to my rescue.”

“That’s not what I was doing.” At least he didn’t think it was. “I was backing you up. I’ve seen what not being accepted by family can do to you. My own cousin thought they had to run away because Uncle Deaclan refused to accept them.”

“I’m not a kid, though. I’m not going to run away. I already did move away, and I’m staying here. So, I can handle a phone call with them, even if they are disregarding what I’ve told them over and over. I don’t need to be rescued from words.”

Connor’s shoulders slumped, the urge to shout gone now, too. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought I was helping. But, if you didn’t want it, I’m sorry.” He started to turn away, but Ames reached out and touched his arm. He looked back at them.

“I do appreciate that, Connor, even if it wasn’t needed.”

He smiled and stepped into them. This was good. They could work from this place.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “knight” brought to us by Leta Hawk. The first line popped into my head when I saw the prompt, and I just kind of went with it. This will probably happen close toward the end of Flames of Knowledge.

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 27 – “Movement”

Connor glided across the dance floor. At least that’s the way it looked to Ames. It was a beautiful sight. If only they were the one in his arms. Ames shook their head and turned away. They weren’t usually so fanciful. Not in a long time.

They weren’t jealous. It was something Ames kept repeating over and over,  hoping maybe it would sink in. He was dancing with his new sister-in-law. It wasn’t a big deal. Ames didn’t even like to dance. God, what was their problem?

Ames dropped into a chair at one of the tables. It had emptied out while it seemed everyone was dancing. They just needed to get steady again. He always seemed to throw them off.

But, when Ames looked back out at the dance floor, it was worse. Connor was no longer dancing with Megan. In fact, she was heading off the floor, right towards Ames. They continued to look past her, where Connor was still dancing. Now, with a little girl, maybe six years old, with blond curls, and bright green eyes that almost matched Connor’s. His brother’s daughter. And Megan’s.

“Kaelin wanted to dance with her uncle Con,” Megan said, dropping into a chair beside them, not seeming to care what it did to her dress. “And I could certainly do with getting off my feet for a little bit.”

“You looked like you were having fun out there.”

Megan laughed. “Oh, I was. Connor’s a good dancer. I’m surprised you haven’t found that out for yourself yet.” She didn’t look surprised, though. The look she shot Ames seemed all too knowing.

Ames kept their own gaze averted. They might work together occasionally, but Megan didn’t really know them.  Sometimes Ames didn’t think anyone really did. It was probably better that way. Except when Connor looked right into their eyes. Then, they weren’t sure there was anything better.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday/Just Jot It prompt was to use a movement. I decided to continue the last couple day’s backdrop of Callum’s wedding. These scenes will come in a little past the midway point of Flames of Knowledge.

Just Jot It January: Day 22 – “Liberty”


Ames looked up from the tiny face to the nurse standing beside them. “What’s that?”

“Liberty. It’s what the mother said she wanted to name her if she was keeping her.”

Ames didn’t really care for the twisted look at the word ‘mother’ on the woman’s face. But, they kept their lips clamped shut. Connor didn’t have any such qualms apparently. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded. “You practically put air quotes around mother. Even though she signed off on her rights, she still gave birth to this baby. She’s still her mother.”

“She’s nothing more than another addict.”

It was the wrong thing to say to Connor. “Yeah? And so is my brother. At least that’s how people seem to think of him even though he’s been clean for more than four years now. He has a good job, is married and raising the daughter that was born when he was in prison, and he didn’t know about, as well as their son. But, that’s not enough for some people.”

Ames put a hand on Connor’s arm. “That’s enough,” they said gently. Ames knew this was something Connor got worked up about, but they didn’t always know how to reel him back in. He seemed to have wound down, though.

“I’ve brought in plenty of those ‘just another addicts’ to this very hospital,” Ames told the woman. “That doesn’t give either of us any more right to judge them. You don’t know what brought them to that point. And I think they deserve more sympathy than disdain. After all, it’s not like you can snap your fingers and end an addiction. And the youngest victims of that addiction, like that baby right there, suffer from that attitude, too. At least her mother is giving her a chance at a better life, and one for herself too since she voluntarily signed herself into rehab. So, kindly take your bad attitude and leave us alone with our daughter.”

Connor put his arm around Ames’ shoulders and led them back over to where the infant slept on. “Cassidy Liberty Riley,” Connor said. “Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Ames smiled and leaned into him, twining their fingers together. “It’s perfect.”


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “liberty” brought to us by Capt Jill. While this wasn’t the first thing that popped into my head upon reading the prompt(that was actually “give me liberty or give me death”. Seriously. I’m an odd one, I know), it was there. Probably because after writing Saturday’s combined SOCS/Just Jot It, I was thinking about how Connor and Ames would start their family since Ames has no desire to ever be pregnant. This obviously won’t show up in the actual story(it will take place probably a year or so after that ends), but we may see it at some point later in the series(I have several of Connor’s cousins–he has a lot of them–lined up for their own stories).

Just Jot It January: Day 21 – “Silence”

Connor thought the silence was going to be enough to smother him. In his experience, this was not the way family dinners were supposed to be. There was supposed to be shouting, laughing, and just general noisiness. The only time his family’s table had been silent…no, it was better not to think of those times.

But, Ames didn’t act like anything was out of the usual. Everyone just kept on eating without a word being spoken. Even the kids, Ames’ nieces and nephews, none of who were older than ten, stayed quiet.

That was just unnatural.

He wanted to say something, he really did. But, every time he cleared his throat, Ames’ mother sent a sharp look his way. And he lost the thought. Their father had seemed friendlier, but even he held his tongue while they ate.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to Ames’ sister, sitting on his other side. Emmalee, she’d introduced herself as when they first arrived. “Ames said you’re a baker. You run your own place. Did you make any of this?”

She seemed surprised for a moment then smiled at him. “I brought some of the desserts from the store.”

He grinned. “I’m sure they’re going to be delicious. My cousin, Gio’s boyfriend, Cam, can cook. But, I don’t think he’s ever made something quite like this. I bet he’d love the recipe, Mrs. Muerer.”

“He’d have to ask my husband then,” Ames’ mother said. Her face had softened, though. Maybe there was a way to get through all that armor after all.

He glanced to Ames’ father, who was grinning back at him. Yes, he just thought he might have found the way.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “silence” brought to us by Willow. I hadn’t been too sure about what to write for this prompt. I actually like silence myself, or at least quiet. But, family dinners have never quite been that way for me, and I didn’t even have the large family Connor does. I think this will take place after Flames of Knowledge ends. But, let’s just say Connor didn’t start off on quite the right foot with Ames’ family.

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 20 – “Oc”


Connor jerked his head up from his position over his sketchbook and glanced from his youngest nephew, Desmond, to the book he was holding out. “Octopus,” Connor said, nearly laughing. “Yes, that’s an octopus on the cover.”

The boy shoved the book at Connor and he sighed, setting aside the sketchbook so the boy could climb up onto his lap. He opened the book to the first page and Desmond poked his finger at it. “Sark.”

“Yes, that’s a shark,” he confirmed, putting emphasis on the ‘h’ Desmond had skipped.

“Tittle,” the boy said as he flipped another page, grinning.

Connor barely held back a laugh. “That’s definitely a turtle.”

His nephew bounced a little on his lap. “Dofin.”

“Dolphin. You sure do know your sea creatures, Des.”

The boy nodded and grinned up at Connor. “Sea. Swim.”

“You want to swim with the sea creatures? Let’s see what we can do.” He grabbed his sketchbook and flipped it open to a blank page. The boy squirmed on his lap, but he didn’t move as Connor quickly sketched the lines of the animals Desmond had pointed out. Then, he drew one more figure before showing the picture to his nephew. The boy practically beamed.

“That Des,” he said, pointing to the last figure Connor had drawn.

“Yes, that’s you,” Connor confirmed.

“Me have?”

Connor tore the picture out of his sketchbook and handed it to the boy. “You certainly can.”

Desmond leaped off his lap and tore from the room. “Mama,” he cried. “Mama, me swim wif sea.”

Connor laughed softly then flipped back to the page he’d been working on. “You’re good with him,” Ames said, coming up behind him. “All of them, really. Are you sure that’s not what you want?”

He turned toward them, but Ames’ kept their arm around him. “I want you,” he said. “That’s enough.” But, the truth was he did want it, but he didn’t let it occupy his thoughts. Well, only occasionally.


Haha, I didn’t think I’d get the ending word in there, but it worked!! Today’s Just Jot It January/Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to begin your post with a word starting with ‘oc’. I cheated a little, since it isn’t a real word. Or at least not spelled correctly. But this popped into my head after I read the prompt and wouldn’t let me go. Now, I’m not always sure what normal speech development is for kids. Mine weren’t normal. My daughter(now 10) had a significant speech delay(at 3 she was barely using a dozen or so words, at 4 she was using words like ‘incubator’ perfectly. She’s  always waited to do everything until she knows she can do it just right). My son wasn’t quite as delayed, but still a bit behind. But, this felt right for a just turned 2 year old that isn’t one of my kids. 😉

Just Jot It January: Day 18 – “Revolt”

“We’d better hurry this up before the little ones revolt.”

Connor laughed at the comment from his brother, Callum. His daughter, Kaelin, was one of the ones who looked about ready to take up arms against the adults keeping them from opening the presents. He couldn’t stop laughing as the image took hold in his mind. Ames looked at him from their position at his side and shook their head.

Connor’s parents walked into the living room finally. Good, everyone was here. They could get things started. The kids started to settle down in front of the tree, and his oldest nephew, Tyler, grabbed the first gift to hand out to one of his cousins.

Connor settled back with his arm around Ames. He always enjoyed this, seeing the joy on the kids’ faces, even when things got a bit chaotic. Which it always did with seven kids ripping into presents. Nine now, but the two youngest could barely hold their heads up, let alone open their own gifts.

Ames stroked a hand down his arm, and he leaned into their touch. Yes, he had a lot to celebrate this year, so he was just going to sit back and enjoy.


Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was ‘Revolt’ brought to us by Sandra. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d do with this one. Until the first line popped into my head and made me think of Christmas mornings. Even with just six kids(from 6-14 in our case), it gets a little crazy. Especially when my nieces and nephew tend to be loud. I’m not being biased about my own kids, everyone mentions how quiet they are. This will probably happen after(or maybe at) the end of Flames of Knowledge. Which I’m just about finished plotting. I won’t actually start writing it until April, when I’ll hopefully be finished with all the drafts I’ve left hanging.

I finished one of those drafts yesterday, the one I started for this past NaNoWriMo, Green Hills & Smoky Fields(which will actually be the series title). So, I’m working on one that’s been giving me fits(By the Gun) since I started it until the end of the month. Then, I’ll pick up one of the others, and if I finish it before the end of next month, I’ll pick By the Gun up again.

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