Chapter Six: Lucky in Love

Generation Two: Percival Thiago


Chapter Six: Lucky in Love


Percy and Jan’s first Christmas as a couple was spent together. Jan came over, with her daughter Jette and her mother. Percy bought her a necklace with an opal pendant, opal being the birth stone of October, the month in which they started dating. Jan gave him a picture frame with two photos inside, one from prom, where they shared the king and queen’s dance, and one from their second date, when they had gone dancing together. Apparently she’d asked the bar tender to take a picture of them when the slow dance started. When he saw it, Percy couldn’t help but tear up. He was a sentimental guy.


The girls also had a great day. Fanchon got a new bike from Percy, and from Ian, she got an orange turtle! Greer got some new toys, and a pair of shoes designed for toddlers with flat feet. Now that she was walking, she needed something with adequate support.


Jan’s mother Ella gave Jette and Greer, who were around the same age, a picture book, and Fanchon an early reader. Percy thought it was so sweet of her to think of his daughters when Christmas shopping. She also told them that they could call her Grammy Ella, and found it adorable when Greer tried, and said Gamella instead.


After her mother left, Jan pulled Percy into the kitchen, leaving Ian in the living room playing with the girls.
“I had a great time today,” Percy said.
“Me too. Thank you for inviting us,” Jan smiled.
“So what’s up?” He asked, sensing something was wrong.
“I got a notice yesterday. I’m being evicted.”
“What? Why?”
“I lost my job. About a month ago. I haven’t been able to find another one.”
“Oh, honey. Why didn’t you tell me?” Percy sighed.
“I didn’t want you to worry. I thought I would work it out. But, I just was wondering if you knew anyone renting out a room.”
“Why don’t you move in with me?” Percy offered.
“No, I couldn’t impose, you don’t need to do that,” Jan smiled, but looked uncomfortable.
“Of course I do. You’ll move in with me,” Percy said, extremely excited.
“I’ll pay rent,” Jan offered.
“Not until you find a job. But you can make it up to me by saying yes when I propose. Deal?”
Jan laughed. “So that’s coming, is it? I was going to say yes already, but sure. Deal.”


Jan’s daughter Jette seemed fine with the move. She was a little ray of sunshine, and she was overjoyed to be living with two other little girls. Fanchon asked Percy if she could call Jette her sister. Percy didn’t see why not.


Fanchon named the pet turtle that Ian gave her Doug. She liked him because he’s orange, but he was also kind of mean. He’s bitten her a couple of times, and he made Jan uncomfortable because of his beady little eyes. Percy didn’t hate him, but he was worried he might bite one of the little girls, who weren’t as tough as Fanchon.


Fanchon was a really active kid, and was getting some cabin fever. She was longing for Spring. Ian gave her some of his old work out tapes to try and appease her desire to run around, and it seemed to work pretty well.


Ian was still doing his best to take care of the kids, including Jette, who he treated no differently than his granddaughters. But recently his health had been failing, and more often than not he was under the weather.


It wasn’t a surprise when Ian passed away. He went in his sleep after a few days in the hospital with an ammonia, with Percy, Fanchon, and Greer by his side. It was a much easier transition than when Judith passed away. They buried him next to the love of his life, and though Percy was mourning, he felt at peace, knowing his parents were together again.


As much as Percy tried to be strong for his girls, he couldn’t keep it together.
“Hey,” Jan caught Percy’s shoulders, and looked up into his tear filled eyes. “You aren’t alone in this. I’ve got you. You’ve got me. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Percy nodded, “We’ll get through this.”
Percy was so lucky to have her. He didn’t know how he would manage without her.


Fanchon was a mess over her grandfather’s passing. She missed a week of school, and Percy decided to bring her to a councilor to talk about the loss. He figured that having her mom walk out on her, and then have her other care giver die would cause some psychological issues that he wasn’t prepared to deal with. Her councilor suggested that she journal about what she’s feeling. Fanchon surprised even herself, and as she wrote about how she missed Ian, she got incredibly angry, and started to instead write about Valerie.


“You’re kind of mean, Doug,” Fanchon told her turtle. “But I’m your momma. I’m never going to walk out on you.” Fanchon had decided that she wanted to be a mom. She wanted kids and animals, and she wanted to be a good caretaker. She’d prove that she could be better than Valerie, and that Val didn’t screw her up so bad that she couldn’t have love.


Percy was proud of Fanchon. She had done the difficult thing and confronted the anger and sadness she’d been harboring since she was two. Percy did the same, but not with a therapist. Sculpting, painting, and photography were his ways of coping with his demons. Jan coped with hers by gardening. Both of them took their negative emotions and made something beautiful with them. Having individual passions also made their relationship stronger.


The Thiago’s added a third story to their house, with a third bathroom and two bedrooms. Greer was about to get her own room with a big girl bed, the purple room, and Fanchon got her own bedroom, orange, with all sorts of horse stuff to go along with her most recent obsession. When Jette was old enough, she would have Ian and Judith’s old room.


They furnished Greer’s room perfectly for a girly book lover.


Greer grew into an adorable little girl, just as sensitive and gentle as she’d been as a toddler. She loved more intensely than anyone Percy knew. She called Jan Mommy, Jette was without question her sister, and Fanchon was her partner in crime. Domingo latched onto her as his new best friend. When Percy looked at her and the rest of his family, he saw how lucky he really was.


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