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A chilled breeze blew through the trees sending a cascade of multi-colored
leaves to the ground. It had been a typical autumn day - one of the last
warm ones before the winter weather bared its ugly head and even though the
temperature would be dipping into the fifties that evening, it was a perfect
night for a hayride.
Vecchios were everywhere, young and old, running around the picnic site. The
adults were preparing the campfire, setting out the food prepared for the
evening and watching the children play tag in the dying sunlight. The
Vecchio’s Mountie was there too, standing aside letting all the work be done.
It wasn’t in Fraser’s nature to stand by and do nothing but he had been
ordered to do just that and he never disobeyed an order - especially when it
came from Mrs. Vecchio. He so wanted to help with the campfire that Ray and
Tony seemed to be having difficulty getting started but after a look from the
family's matriarch Fraser decided it was best to leave the two men to their
chore. So instead Fraser stood off to the side, away from the picnic site
and watched the Vecchio children, and his wolf, play. He would have to have
a word with Diefenbaker about proper "wolf" conduct when they returned home.
Maria and Tony had four rambunctious children. There was the eldest, Anthony
who was 10; Theresa who was 8; Rosanna who just turned 7; and Marcus, the
baby, who was 5. Each of them possessed the spitfire Vecchio attitude and a
charm that no one could deny anything to. No parent would ever admit to
having a favorite child nor did any one person admit to having a favorite
niece, nephew, Aunt or Uncle but Fraser, he had a favorite amongst Maria’s
children. Her name was Rosanna or as Ray preferred to call her, Rosie. It
wasn’t that she was any better than the rest of her siblings, as he believed
they were all beautiful and wonderful children. There was just something
about her that pulled on his heartstrings.
Fraser watched as it was Rosanna’s turn to be "it" in their game of tag and
all the other children were being too illusive for her. Even little Marcus
was a speed demon that evening. When Fraser saw her bottom lip stick out in
a pout he couldn’t let her torture (or his own) continue. When Rosanna
looked in his direction he made a motion with his finger for her to come
over.
Rosanna smiled and ran towards Fraser, her silky hair swishing back and forth
in the wind. When she was just an arms length away, her green eyes smiled up
at him and with a tap of her hand on his leshe yelled, "Tag, your it," and
turned running in the opposite direction yelling again, "Uncle Benny’s it!"
The exclamation caused all the children to shriek excitedly as they ran in
opposite directions of one another leaving Diefenbaker in a frenzy trying to
decide which one to chase after.
That one exclamation from Rosanna made Fraser realize why she was his
favorite. She was the only one that called him that, Uncle Benny, just as
her own blood uncle was the only one who called him Benny. Ray and Rosanna
had many similarities that made it so if you didn’t know who her parents
were, it could easily be assumed that Ray was her father. They both had the
same beautiful green eyes. Rosanna spoke with the same conviction and
passion as her uncle - even if it was over trivial seven-year-old things,
which to a seven-year-old are not trivial. Her hair was very similar in
texture as he could only remember Ray’s being. And the most striking of the
similarities, a curse some may call it, was they both had the Vecchio nose.
Fraser loved that nose.
Shaking off his thoughts and with a smile on his face, Fraser jogged out to
join the children in their game of tag. The first child he could tag was
Anthony and even that took a few minutes. Fraser eventually helped a few of
them get away for the "it" of the round by lifting them up in the air. They
were his family. It was an extraordinary feeling being able to say he had a
family. He had been without one for far too long.
How the heck Fraser ever made a fire out of rocks and sticks he would never
know. He was having a hard enough time with wood, paper and a match or two
or three actually. But they did prevail and after a good 15 to 20 minutes of
stuffing newspaper and blowing Tony and Ray finally got the fire started.
When they both stood back to take in the masterpiece of a campfire, their
faces were glowing with pride.
"It’s just a fire you two. You didn’t find the cure to cancer or anything,"
Francesca said walking by the two men who were smiling way too much for her
liking over such a small feat. "Even cavemen could start a fire."
"You’re not funny Frannie," Ray said in retaliation but it was a half-hearted
retort because he was just too pleased with himself over the fire to care
that she didn’t care.
Francesca rolled her eyes and headed to the pavilion where the food was set
up, offering help to her mother and sister with the rest of the preparations.
Ray left Tony’s side to join Fraser, wherever he was. The last time he had
seen him, Fraser was standing to the right of the pavilion watching his
nieces and nephews playing a game of tag with Diefenbaker. Approaching where
Fraser had been standing, Ray scratched his head wondering where Fraser had
gotten to until he heard him.
It was the most wonderful sound and one he cherished because it wasn’t a
common occurrence. Fraser was laughing. Looking in the direction of the
children, Ray spotted Fraser and at that point he had been tackled to the
ground and was being attacked with ticklish Vecchio fingers. It was a
joyful, free flowing laugh that told Ray he was enjoying himself beyond
words. But then again, Fraser always enjoyed himself with the family.
Another thing Ray noticed was that Diefenbaker was being of no help to his
Alpha pack mate. All the wolf did was circle around them, barking
encouragingly - as if his nieces and nephews needed any further encouraging.
Shaking his head, Ray headed down to save his friend. Even though Fraser
probably didn’t believe he needed saving, there was just something about too
much of a good thing not being a good thing that told Ray he needed to put a
stop on the "dog pile on the Mountie."
"Okay, who wants a s’more?" Ray asked as he approached the pile of Vecchio
children that seemed to cover the Mountie completely. It was a diversion,
plain and simple. Bribe the kids and get a few moments alone with Fraser.
There was nothing wrong with that.
The mentioning of a tasty treat had every child popping up shouting "Me!"
"Well then go see your dad," Ray said making a sweeping motion with his arm
in the direction of his brother-in-law. Tony was standing at the top of the
hill looking down at his brood.
"Yeah!" All the children took off running towards their father laughing and
giggle the entire way.
"You can thank me later," Ray said as he offered his hand to Fraser.
"Thank you for what, Ray?" Fraser took hold of the offered hand, allowing
himself to be pulled up off the ground.
"For saving you from being tickled to death by a mob a children," Ray said,
stating the obvious that his friend seemed to be oblivious to.
"Don’t be silly, Ray. They were just having fun."
"Yeah and at your expense. They are children Benny. You are the adult. You
don’t have to let them have their way out of politeness."
"Ray . . . " Fraser began trying to assure Ray he was in no way being pushed
around by the younger Vecchios but the shuffling of small feet through the
leaves brought their attention around to Rosanna.
"Uncle Benny?" The small child said the name in a question when she came to
a stop between the two men.
"Yes, Rosanna?"
Looking up at Fraser with her supplicating eyes she asked, "Can you make me
my s’more?"
Smiling at the request and unable to refuse it, Fraser agreed. "Of course
Rosanna - Excuse me Ray."
He had wanted to get a few moments alone with Fraser before the rest of the
family showed up; the rest of the family that didn’t know and wouldn't
understand about their relationship. Of course, Ray didn’t care about them
or of what they would think but he would bite his tongue and curtail his
actions towards his lover for his mother’s sake and for the day.
Fraser and Rosanna were already halfway up the hill, hand in hand and Ray had
no other choice but to follow after them.
When the eight o’clock hour arrived, almost a half-hour passed sunset the
familiar noise of a tractor could be heard in the distance and the children
excitedly laughed and cheered in anticipation of the hayride. This was an
annual event Mrs. Vecchio planned that had taken place for the last eight
years and yet there was one person present that had never experienced the
hayride.
This was Fraser’s first year in attendance to the entire hubbub of the
Vecchio hayride tradition: picnic, campfire, hayride and who knew what else.
Since knowing Fraser, Ray had invited him every year but Fraser always seemed
to come up with an excuse each time as to why he couldn’t attend. A third
times the charm as the saying goes but this year was different. This year
they were a "couple" and Ray was fairly certain that was the deciding factor
in Fraser’s decision to say yes this year when asked. Ray was looking
forward to the year when it’s just assumed Fraser would be there and he
didn’t need to be asked.
Once all the children and adults who were going on the hayride were loaded
up, the tractor pulled out onto the trails leading through the park grounds.
Mrs. Vecchio remained behind, as did a few of the older family members. Tony
also opted to remain behind to maintain the fire for the return of the
riders. And Diefenbaker, instead of staying behind at the picnic site or
going on the hayride, he chose to run through the woods, which Fraser seemed
pleased with and approved of.
The minute they pulled out of sight of the picnic site all hell broke loose
as hay started flying everywhere. Ray and Fraser were seated on the back end
of the trailer to make sure no one fell off the back and parents and other
adults were stationed sporadically up the side for the same purpose.
Ray thought now would be his time, his chance for a few quiet, well a few
moments "somewhat" alone with Fraser. He would be secluded from the hoards
of spying eyes, in the dark with his lover. That is as close to alone as he
was going to get in the situation they were in.
"You having fun Benny?"
Fraser turned his head to look at Ray and smiled. "Yes Ray, very much so."
"Good." Ray sneaked a hold of Fraser’s hand in the dark and squeezed but
didn’t let go. "I’m glad you decided to come this year."
Shock was the look on Fraser face. He couldn’t understand why Ray would
think he would want to be anywhere else. "Why wouldn’t I, Ray? Where else
is there for me to be?"
Ray shrugged his shoulders. "I don’t know. You didn’t come last year . . .
or the year before for that matter."
"Ah," Fraser understood now. "Ray, the first year you asked me . . .
although we were partners and friends . . ."
"Best friends," Ray corrected.
"Yes, best friends, I still felt uncomfortable around your family in a normal
gathering and I just didn’t feel like I belonged here," Fraser said, trying
to explain his reasoning.
"But Benny, you’ve always belonged here, with us."
"Yes, Ray, I know that know. The second year . . . I was still wrestling
with my own feelings for you and I made myself feel uncomfortable. It was
hard enough facing you everyday knowing that I loved you but to compound it
with off duty contact was miserable. I just couldn’t come last year because
it would have been unbearable."
"And this year?" Ray asked, prodding a little further.
Fraser placed his other hand on Ray’s so he was cupping Ray’s one in both of
his own. "This year . . . this year you are my family. I know you’ve always
been my family but this year, I love you and you love me. We love each other
and your family accepts that. You and I are one. Wherever you go, I will
follow - with no need to be asked to do so." Oddly, Fraser couldn’t help be
think that it had been that way from the beginning no matter how much he
tried to deny it.
"Benny . . ." and before Ray could finish what he was about to say, a handful
of hay hit the backs of their heads.
Turning around to meet their attacker, a giggling seven-year-old smiled. "I
got you."
"Yes you did," Ray agreed. "Now come here."
Rosanna happily crawled her way towards them, as the trailer made its own way
over the bumpy terrain of the park grounds. Once seated in-between her two
favorite uncles she snuggled against Fraser and sighed, happy to just sit and
enjoy the rest of the ride in peace as her other brothers and sister and
cousins carried on like . . . children.
Ray couldn’t help but notice that she had a duel personality. At home, on
her own, with her own family, she was 100% pure bred Vecchio consisting of
temper tantrums, attitude, attitude and more attitude. But in the Mountie’s
presence, in the presence of the person he loved as much as his own family -
if not more - Rosanna acted like a little miniature Fraser: polite and quiet
and reserved. Of course it was all a show for the man she seemed to have a
small crush on. Ray couldn’t help but notice and agree that she had good
tastes too!
After the ride was over and the food was just about gone and all the children
seemed to need carrying to their respected parent's cars, then Ray thought he
would get a few moments of peace and quiet with Fraser on their drive back to
town. He thought.
"Mommy?" Rosanna called out as they were loading up the cars.
"Yes dear," Maria replied to her daughter’s one word, one name question.
"Can I ride with Uncle Ray and Uncle Benny?"
With her hands on her hips, Maria replied with an answer that meant yes.
"Well, you’ll just have to ask Uncle Ray now, won’t you."
Rosanna smiled as she turned and ran from her parent's vehicle to the pretty
green one that her Uncle drove. "Uncle Ray!"
Ray closed the trunk and turned in the direction of his name. "Yes, Rosie?"
"Can I ride home with you and Uncle Benny?"
Ray smiled. "I don’t know Rosie." He then turned to Fraser as he approached
the car. "Hey Benny, do you think we have enough room for Rosie?" Ray
already knew what the answer would be. Fraser was such a sucker.
A yawn escaped before Fraser could answer.
"We keeping you up Benny?" Ray’s question was accompanied by a giggle from
Rosanna.
"No," Fraser replied bluntly. He looked at Rosanna who seemed to be waiting
on his response. "I think we have plenty of room Ray, don’t you?"
Ray wanted to say no. He yearned to say no but he just couldn’t. "You’re
right as always Benny. Okay, you two get loaded up into the car while I make
my last rounds with the family."
"Yeah!" Rosanna exclaimed as she rushed over to Fraser.
Ray just shook his head and muttered to himself, "We’re both suckers."
Once Ray made his rounds saying goodnight to everyone that were left and
making sure they all got off safely, then he returned to the Riv. He had
expected to find Fraser in the passenger seat, his assigned seat in the
vehicle but when he looked, there was no Fraser.
Ray turned to look back at his troupe in the backseat. "Hey Ben . . ." Ray’s
words trailed off when he saw there was only one set of eyes staring back at
him still wide open and sparkling with merriment after the evening's events.
"Shhhh," Rosanna said quietly pressing her finger against her lips. Then she
snuggled down next to a sleeping Fraser with Diefenbaker snoozing on her
other side. The three of them were a photo-op waiting to happen. Fraser
looked happy even in his sleep.
Ray simply laughed to himself at the scene, the wonderful scene playing out
in his car as he righted himself to face the front again. He started the car
as quietly as possible, which wasn’t easy with a 1971 Buick Riviera and took
his family home. His quiet moment alone with Fraser could wait. These
moments were the moments that really mattered anyway.