Eight years later.
Tank last POV
The sound of children playing, the squeals of enjoyment, and laughter all around was a delight, and I couldn’t ask for a better day.
Today was Fixer’s and my eighth wedding anniversary. Many visiting clubs, and ours, are at the
water hole, mind you, it’s more of a water theme park than a waterhole now, with all the improvements that have been done, and when more ideas get suggested, we try to accommodate.
We have tents all around, two abolition blocks, one for women and one for men. A larger carparking area and the games available are outstanding. Further up the rivers, there’s a small waterfall, and before that, rapids, that have been made as safe as one can be. The school loves to use it on sports day and as a waterhole for teaching children to swim.
Fixer was sitting in the baby wading pool, watching our two-year-old daughter, Penny, splash about. She gained that name because during her pregnancy, she kept zoning out, and people used to make fun of her and ask her, ‘Penny, for your thoughts, so when she gave birth, we named her Penny. Our eldest got the nickname Storm because that’s what his mates call him; they think since we have road names, they should have names too. The next was four-year-old Razor. We gave up calling them by their birth names and went along with the kids; even the teachers now call them by the nickname.
Our fourth will be another boy, Fixer, who was seven months along and was doing better with this one than with her last one. We say it was because the last one was a girl, and that she had to announce to the world she was coming, and look out, world, things were always going to be done her way. She’s a typical two-year-old. With the stubbornness of her mother.
I am lucky to have Fixer; she never complains and delegates her business affairs, attending meetings only once a quarter and handling the rest from home. Uncle Simon still lives with us and has become proactive with the children. He said he was trying to make up for lost time. The grandparents come once a month, and Gramps has put Grams in her place. They had a few arguments about Fixer not conforming to her standards, and we threatened to never let her se her great-grandchildren, not that we would do that, but she doesn’t know that.
Savage married the nurse, that we had for Sticks, they hit it off immediately, and by the time Sticks no longer needed her, she was ready to move into a small cottage we built for Savage, they wont be having any children, Savage felt he was too old to have more, and the nurse didn’t feel the need, she chose pediatrics that filled that gap of not being a mother, that way she got to have a lot of children, and not the problems rearing them, she stl works, and Savage was still our main pilot, he had three under him, they all can fly the light aircraft, we have parked at the airport Fixer had built, and two helicopers here at home, and one helicopter at the airport, that are used for medical emergencies, and the helicopter can be used for the fire season. Fixer was looking at a small plane to spray fire retardant, but that’s still on the drawing board.
Bruiser married that lovely girl, Karen, and has two children of their own. Danny loves them dearly and calls Bruiser Dad; he loves it. They no longer live in the cottage; Bruiser moved into one of the houses on one of Fixer’s estates, taking over as manager. They are doing really well. Bruiser still coaches the junior football team. He was offered the job of Enforcer at the club, but he turned it down; he was enjoying being a member. He was there if things went out of hand.
Blaze and Jenny are married now. Jenny got the road name, Nightingale, because of her job. She is also pregnant, six months along, and doing light duties at work, refusing to quit yet.
Zero and Melony also got married about a month before Blaze. Melony’s road name was Screech because she often squealed and screeched when excited about something. They have a young son, the same age as Penny; they are both in the baby pool under the watchful eye of Melony and Fixer.
Doris and Cricket died. Doris found some scissors and cut her wrists. She was found too late, and Cricket joined in a fight and was stabbed by another patient. She bled out on the floor before the fighting went under control.


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