Wings of Love (13 page)

Amy hung up the phone and sat there staring
into space.  She realized a love like Adam and hers was
not something to be taken for granted.  In a blink of an
eye, in a single instance it could be gone.  She picked
up the phone and dialed his number.

“Hello?”  Adam answered out of
breath.

“I love you Adam and I always will no matter
what.”  Amy’s voice sounded shaky as tears filled her
eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked.  “I just
got home from work, but I could run over right away if something is
wrong.”

“No, everything couldn’t be more
right.”  Amy said with all her heart.  “But I’d
really love to see you tonight.”

***

Adam woke up the next morning holding Amy in
his arms, feeling the rhythm of her breathing in time with his own.
He looked at this softhearted woman who was so warm and gentle,
wondering how she could be all of the things that he
wanted.  He just felt so content laying here next to
her.

He felt her softly caress his arm letting him
know she was awake.  Neither felt a need to leave the
comfort of each others’ arms.

“Morning my lovely snuggle buggle,” he
nestled up to her closer and kissed her on the cheek.

“Snuggle buggle?”  Amy rolled over
to face him laughing at his endearment.  She gave him a
peck on the cheek.  “What do you have going on
today?”

“I told dad I’d give him a hand fertilizing
the soy beans this morning,” he said as he leaned on his elbow
staring down at her face.  “What about you?”

“I actually have a Saturday
off.”  Amy looked up into his gray eyes which sparkled in
the morning sunlight.

“Do you want to come out to the farm with
me?”

She ran her finger through his dark curls and
smiled warmly up at him.  “I’d love too.”

Adam drove down the highway with his arm
around Amy while steering with the other.  The fields on
both side of the road were bursting with the abundance of corn and
soybeans which where the most common crops in this area.

“With all the rain we’ve had over the last
few months, dad is expecting a bumper crop this
year.”  Adam explained to Amy as he turned down the dirt
road towards his mom and dad’s place.

“That’s good news,” Amy said as she seen the
farmhouse come into view.  “Especially after last year’s
drought.”

Adam led her into the house, the wooden
screen door slamming behind them as they walked into the
kitchen.

“Morning,” Adam greeted his father as he
walked over to the coffee pot, pouring himself and Amy each a
cup.

“Thanks for giving me a hand today,” Mr.
LaPointe said as he finished up the last of his bacon and
eggs.   “You two want something to eat?”

“No, we ate before we came
over.”  He handed Amy her coffee as he sat
down.  “Amy made pancakes and sausage.” 

“Well good morning,” Mrs. LaPointe entered
the kitchen carrying some pails and a straw hat.  “Amy,
would you like to help me pick some blackberries while the men work
in the field?”

“Sure,” Amy smiled as she accepted a pail
from his mother.  “But I better warn you, more will end
up in my mouth than in the bucket.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” chuckled
Mrs. LaPointe.  “Girls let’s get going before the sun
gets too hot.”

“Well, daylight is burning,” said Mr.
LaPointe as he rose from the chair, put his John Deere hat on and
headed out the back door.

Adam was already out in the field on the old
Oliver tractor when he saw Amy walking with his mother and
sisters.  They each carried a bucket and were heading
down the lane to the back forty where the blackberries bushes were
ripe for the picking.  He smiled to himself glad Amy
seemed to enjoy being with his family and their
traditions.  He almost tasted the blackberry jam and pies
he knew his mother would be making soon.

Adam finished up the fertilizing and was
pulling the tractor back into the tool shed.  He just
shut it off as his dad rolled in behind him with his John
Deere.

“Well, that’s done.”  Mr. LaPointe
climbed down slowly from the tractor looking up at his
son.  “Thanks Adam.”

Adam jumped down off his tractor, knocking
the dust off his jeans then followed his father back to the
house.  They stopped by the water pump and each took a
long refreshing drink.  He smelled the aroma of dinner as
he wiped his face with the back of his hand.  His stomach
growled as his mother popped her head out the door to ring the bell
announcing it was time to eat.

Adam and his father entered the kitchen after
taking off their work boots.  Adam watched Amy place the
roasted potatoes and carrots on the table as he washed his hands
for supper.  His mother set the baked chickens and gravy
on the table to complete the meal. 

They sat down to dinner, saying grace before
they passed the food around and filled their
plates.  Adam noticed his sisters’ chairs were empty.

“Where did Michelle and Laurel go?” he asked
as he popped a carrot into his mouth.

“There’s a barbeque and bon fire tonight over
at Shoemakers.”  Mrs. LaPointe explained as she passed
the rolls and butter around the table. 

“I remember hanging out at Shoemakers place
when we were their age.”  Amy added some gravy to the
potatoes she had mashed with her fork.

“Hell, I remember going over there when we
were young,” he winked at his wife of over 30 years with a twinkle
in his eye.

After the meal Adam sat on the front porch
with his dad talking about politics and the latest news in the
county.  His mother came out with her crocheting to sit
in the rocker next to his dad while Amy stood next to Adam.

“Why don’t you take Amy for a ride in the
back and show her the lovely wildflowers,” his mother suggested as
she worked on her afghan.  “When you get back we can have
some blackberry cobbler.”

“That’s a great idea,” Adam took her hand as
they walked toward the garage.  He climbed onto the four
wheeler starting it up as Amy stepped up and slung her leg over to
get on.  He could feel her chin rest upon his shoulder as
she held him tightly around the waist with her arms. 

Adam sped off waving at his mom and dad then
followed the trails where he had taken Amy last
winter.  He passed the trail by the secret spot
continuing further and beyond a hill.  At the bottom of
the hill was a large pond surrounded by pine trees and a tall black
walnut tree.  Adam brought the four wheeler to a halt
underneath the old tree.  He sat there for a few minutes
leaning back into her arms taking in the beauty of the crystal blue
pond underneath the orange and pink sunset.  He could
feel the warmth of the sun on his face and the warmth of Amy’s
cheek on his neck. 

Adam felt Amy lift herself off the
seat.  He leaped off to stand beside her in the field of
wildflowers.  He bent over and picked her a black-eyed
Susan placing it in her hair behind her ear.  He tickled
her waist and took off running to the pond, removing his clothes
along the way before he dove into the water head first. 

“Come on in,” he shouted at her as she stood
there watching him in bewilderment.

Adam watched as she slowly discarded her
clothes in the field walking towards him.  He enjoyed the
beauty of her body which was all tanned and brown on this summer
evening.  She waded in to him, her breasts skimming the
water as she approached him with nothing on but a
smile.  The sunlight dance through her hair and reflected
off the open heart pendant she wore around her neck.  She
dove under the water disappearing from his sight.

Amy emerged in front of him and held onto his
shoulders as she wrapped her legs around him.  Her hair
left droplets of water on his chest as she kissed him
deeply.  Adam held onto her backside as she made love to
him, slow and natural.  He felt the breeze on his back
and the water lapping around them.  He kissed her smooth,
wet stomach continuing up to her breasts watching her writhe with
pleasure.  She leaned back, her hair floating in the
water around them closing her eyes as she murmured his
name.  The black-eyed Susan drifted past as they reached
this moment of paradise together with random splashes of oranges,
pinks and reds just like the sunset behind them. 

***

Adam decided to go watch the Tigers game at
Doogles with Joey and Bob tonight, with a little persuasion from
Amy.  The game could barely be heard over the juke box
blaring Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet.

“Three rum and cokes,” Joey ordered from the
bartender as he snacked on some beer nuts from a bowl on the
bar.

“Check that out,” Bob glanced over at a group
of woman sitting around a table by the juke box.

“Not interested,” mumble Joey as he sipped
his rum and coke.  “I am in enough trouble already.”

“Yeah, I came to watch the
game.”  Adam was clear what his intentions were for the
evening.  He remembered that night when they had been
here last. 
What a difference
a
good loving
woman can make in your life
.  He leaned over towards
Joey.  “You think they’ll make the play offs this
year?”

“No, they’re not even a five hundred
club.”  Joey took a drag of his cigarette.

“Come on Tigers,” Adam said in disgust as
they had three strikeouts in a row.

Adam watched as Bob strutted over to the
group of woman.  He pulled up a chair as he flirting with
them.  He waved his arm towards the bartender ordering a
round of drinks.  Bob walked over to the juke box and
inserted some quarters into it.  He stood over it, the
glow from the lights upon his face, as he punched out his choice of
music.  
Fooled Around and Fell in Love
 came
on by Alvin Bishop as Bob took one of the ladies onto the dance
floor.

“You know Angie broke up with me,” Joey
revealed to Adam.

“Yeah, Amy mentioned it to me.  I’m
sorry,” Adam offered his condolences as he took a sip of his
drink.  “That sucks.”

“You know what really sucks?”  Joey
waved the bartender for another drink.  “Loving someone
who doesn’t love you.”

“So you really do love her,
huh?”  Adam looked up, surprised that Joey was so
heartbroken.  This was a side of him he had never seen
before.

“I’ve never been as sure about something in
my life.”  Joey looked around to make sure no one was
listening.  “I even bought her an engagement ring and was
going to ask her to marry me.”

“Wow, you are serious.”  Adam said
as he thought about whether he should tell Joey who was at his
house right now.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter too much if
she isn’t.”  Joey nodded for yet another drink.

“She’s with Amy right now at the
house.”  Adam muttered not wanting to see his buddy
suffer anymore than he had already.   

“What?”  Joey looked up not
believing what he had just heard.  He crushed his
cigarette out in the ash tray.

“Don’t you ever hurt her again or you’ll have
to answer to me,” Adam repeated the exact words Joey had told him
not so long ago.  “Now get the hell out of
here.” 

Joey jumped up from the bar stool, throwing a
fifty dollar bill on the bar for his tab. 

“Good luck,” Adam slapped Joey on the back
before he literally ran out of the bar.

***

Amy went to the hall closet as she reached up
to the top shelf to get the Yahtzee game down.  “I’m glad
you decided to come over.”  She closed the door and went
back into the kitchen placing it on the kitchen table. 

“Thanks for inviting me over,” said Angie as
she dipped a potato chip in some French onion dip.

Amy took the dice out of the box and placed
them in the cup, giving each of them a score sheet.  She
searched the kitchen drawer for a couple pens tossing them on the
table as she opened the refrigerator. 

“Would you like something to
drink?  I could make us a screwdriver.”

“Sure,” said Angie as she rolled the dice
setting three sixes aside.  “Come on
sixes.”  She rolled again with no luck.

Amy placed a drink in front of Angie and sat
down at the table.  The back door opened, and Joey’s
disheveled body stepped inside rushing over by Angie as soon as he
laid eyes on her.

“Joey,” Angie gasped her eyes wide with
surprise. 

“Please Angie don’t go,” Joey pleaded with
her.  “I can’t live without you.”

“But…,” Angie tried to speak.

“I’m so sorry Angie for all the pain I have
caused you.  I was wrong.”  Joey sat down as he
reached for her hand then decided against it.  “I will
spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“Joey…,” Angie tried again to speak.

“I love you Angie.”  Joey looked
into her sad eyes.  “I can’t get you out of my mind.”

Angie looked into his dark brown eyes as her
own filled up with tears.  “You hurt me so badly
Joey.  I loved you and you ripped my heart right out of
me.”

“I promise Angie I will never hurt you ever
again.”  Joey took her hand in his rubbing it with his
thumb gently.  “Can you ever forgive me?”

Angie nodded her head as tears rolled down
her face.  “I think I can in time.”

He knelt by her side and took her into his
arms.  “Now you’re breaking my heart,” Joey wiped the
tears from her face with his fingertips.  “Please don’t
cry anymore.  I promise you things will get better.”

Amy quietly slipped out of the kitchen and
tiptoed up the stairs to her bedroom.  It would take
plenty of time and effort on Joey’s part but she believed in her
heart they would be okay.  Angie was just the woman Joey
needed in his life to keep him grounded and he was the man who
could make her soar.

Chapter 12

Adam and Amy lay upon the cool grass shaded
by the pine tree which hid them from the rest of the
world.  They gazed up at the clouds in the blue summer
sky dreaming about their future together.