Gage wished he could have kept himself inside of the ice box. He couldn't think what the real reason was, but the kitchen was so damn hot.
He reached for the cold spaghetti. He was taking a study break. And that's when he heard them arguing in Spencer's room.
"You know, I'm the best you ever had!"
Gage didn't mean to grin so, but seriously, why was Noah such an ass?
"No..No..that's not..not really true." Gage heard Spencer's voice confess. "I've actually had better."
Gage quietly closed the fridge door. He stood there motionless holding the cold bowl of spaghetti wanting to know more. He wanted to know if Spencer might mention him. A part of him felt dizzy wondering if he was some sort of gay sex god, that he had no recollection.
But Jake interrupted. He was not down for a nap, after all. Gage went to see about him.
"Hey, buddy, what's going on?" Gage leaned over the crib rail watching Jake's fierce look as he blew bubbles. His blonde hair was coming in like a breezy mowhawk. He kicked his legs as if it were a new trick that must be watched.
Jake fretted. Gage picked him up as he heard Spencer's bedroom door come open then close. A loud shuffle began. Gage couldn't think of them getting in a fight.
He kept listening. No, that was not a dance lesson. The shuffling persisted. Then he heard a harsh thump against the wall.
Gage winced with a frown. He put Jake down. Nothing like this ever happened before. This couldn't be real.
Gage took a look at the two of them possibly gridlock. Kind of like wrestling. Spencer was holding his own. Gage thought he might even win this one, but he didn't want their to be any winners.
"Hey, what is wrong with you two!" He pulled Noah off Spencer. He practically had to hold Noah off of him.
Gage was certain he took Noah by surprise. He was practically shaking.
"You never do this kind of thing. And besides, no fighting is allowed in the house. We've got a baby living here." He reminded both of them.
Still he knew Noah was full of emotions. Spencer plopped himself down on the couch. He nursed his upper lip as he looked at Noah. Gage finally let go.
"I think its time for you to go, Noah." Gage sighed.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you!" Noah squinted hard. He shoved Gage against the wall. It rattled the frames of pictures that were once photos of Spencer, but were now covered with snapshots of the band or of Sarah and Ezra, baby Jake and even a photo of Sage and Gage together.
"You need to leave!" Gage angrily got in his face. "Cool off, will you!" He poked Noah hard in the chest with his index finger.
"Ow!" Noah flinched back, but Gage showed him to the door, grabbing Noah by his slim bicep and pushing him to the porch. He slammed the door shut.
Gage sighed and shook his head. He went back to Jake who he hoped wasn't too alarmed. Jake was asleep. Gage put his hand on his chest to make sure he was breathing. He was fine.
"Is he, OK?" Spencer was right behind Gage.
"Shh." Gage kept watching the baby. Finally, they stepped out of the baby's room.
"Are you all right?" Gage wanted to know.
"No. I dunno." Spencer hugged himself tightly.
"Tell me, you two broke up." Gage hoped it was so.
Spencer only shrugged.
"You, told him he wasn't the best." Gage reminded him.
"So." Spencer winced.
"You have to stop thinking you already had the best. You still need to..." Gage wasn't sure if that were a good answer. "Sex and love are not the same."
Gage didn't know what else to say. He remembered the spaghetti on the kitchen table. Thankfully, he heard the cardoor shut outside. Finally, the girls were back.