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VOL 1 ISSUE 1 - Copyright Big Sky Bulletin - Big Sky, Montana - September 2024 - $1.50
WELCOME TO BIG SKY
A TOWN BUILT ON HISTORY
A beautiful place such as Big Sky, Montana, didn't come from the easiest of beginnings. However, I'm sure the collective census will agree that everyone wants to make sure their beloved town stays beautiful. Today, that still rings true and would make good ol' Clovis Deveraux proud to see what it has become since the town created where he served as the first mayor of Big Sky! And no matter where you look, you can see the beauty in the town. From the view of the mountains to every store on Main Street, there's always something to see. If you ask me, someone who was born and raised in Big Sky, I'm always seeing something different even after all these years!
Big Sky was founded in 1893 and has seen its fair share of ups and downs, but mostly the city has done nothing but grow into what it is today: 131 years later. Visitors to Big Sky can enjoy the perks of living in a friendly place with access to a top-notch ski resort for their recreational enjoyment. There are plenty of places to shop and eat as well as an amazing theater! There's truly something to always peak your interest while you visit! Locals have the added bonus of enjoying exceptional schools for their children in Kindergarten through 12th grade! Once they're done with their first 12 years of school, they can move on to the award-winning Big Sky University to further their education while staying close to home!
No matter what it is though, Big Sky has it all that one would need or even possibly want! I know that I don't plan on leaving this beautiful place. As I was born and raised here, I aspire to also make sure my children and their children are also born and raised right here in this beautiful piece of Montana!
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
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livia was nervous. More anxious than ever before. When one thought about it anxiety had been building up for twenty-four years now. Her baby boy deserved to know his father, and that he had younger siblings from him. That is if Morris accepted his son. After all this time she didn’t know how he would react. She remembered when they’d talk about having a family one day they wanted a lot of kids to love and raise. Dreams that had never come true for her. For Morris they had as he had five children right now. A sixth one he didn’t know of. Which wasn’t fair to him at all. A secret that couldn’t go to the grave with her. So it had to be done now and quickly.
With her diagnosis she was living on borrowed time. She knew Emily would be there for her son as she loved him as if he were her own. He also had Abby who was his rock and would be the one that was there for him the most. Time wasn’t a luxury that she had right now. Right now she was standing outside Delancey Custom Furniture going over and over in her mind how to do this. She hadn’t had any contact with Morris since before she left town to have their child. Sure she had stalked him over the years seeing his ups and downs.
Every time she went to approach him though something else would happen keeping them apart. At least he had been happy for quite a while now. She at least had Blaine which was her whole world. The one that had kept her going for years now. A bell tinkled from the store next door bringing her back to reality. With a deep breath she took the last few steps to the door and opened it going inside looking around. She could smell the wood and it was a comforting smell. She inhaled deeply, hoping it would calm her down some.
It all starts at the beginning. You build with the intention of something created standing alone.
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Morris heard the bell sound of someone walking in. He finished clamping the glued pieces he was working on to get them set up for the next step and then looked at his watch, seeing it wasn't time for Logan to come in just yet. He wiped his hands on his jeans as he hurried to the front, figuring it was a customer. As he came through the doorway that led to the workshop, he stopped dead in his tracks. The person that came in was a woman: a woman he could recognize no matter how many years passed since he last seen her. She looked the same as all those years ago, just older, but still just as beautiful as she was when they were teenagers. It took him a minute, just standing there staring at her. The woman that disappeared on him all those years ago, thinking he'd never see her again. He gave his heart to another woman just for it to break again when she was killed. Now, he's given it to another woman, who still has his heart. He managed to find his voice after a few more moments. "Olivia Whitney?" He asked, still a bit in shock of seeing her, but having a need to confirm it truly was her standing there in his shop.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
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livia was looking around the shop that she had never been in before. A few pictures caught her eye and she swallowed hard seeing how much Blaine looked like a couple of them. She’d met Morris’s son, Logan, on more than one occasion with the MC, and how nobody could tell that he and Blaine were brothers let alone related somehow she didn’t know. She knew this was going to be a blow to Morris to find out after so long, and she really did hate that. It just wasn’t fair to keep it from Morris any longer or their son who was innocent in all of this.
Hearing his voice she froze, her breath catching. A voice that used to send tingles down her spine. Well it still did. She groaned inwardly and took a deep breath realizing she was holding it. She turned towards him more than not having seen him coming from the back while she was looking at the pictures. “Hello Morris.” She greeted him, and hated that he still had an effect on her after all of these years. She had no idea where to even begin as she just stared at him feeling a deep pain inside for the way they had ended up. If she could turn back time and give Morris his son and a family between them she could. She hadn’t been good enough for him though. Even after all these years she still didn’t think she was good enough for him.
It all starts at the beginning. You build with the intention of something created standing alone.
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Morris just looked at her when she spoke to him. He took a minute, trying to gather his thoughts. He managed to look around the front of his shop, the place customers stayed, but he only moved his eyes, not any other part of his body before his eyes settled back on Olivia. "How have you..." he tried to start a conversation, but he wasn't sure if that would be a good thing, espeically if she was here needing something as a customer. "I'm sorry, uh, I'm sure you're here looking for something, right?" He moved to the front counter that his great grandfather built when he opened the store. He didn't take his eyes off of her though, and just watched her as he stood there at the counter. He was scared that if he looked away, she would end up disappearing and he would have to realize he was hallucinating because of something, maybe the wood glue he was using? No, that couldn't be it, he chastised himself. She's really here. In my shop. Standing right in front of me, he reasoned with himself trying to reassure himself.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
O
livia sighed when he started in and then stopped, as if rethinking what he was saying. She watched him move over behind the counter. Before she knew it her feet were moving before she thought about it, and she walked up to the counter. “Just you Morris. I’m here to tell you the truth.” She felt a few tears start to well up, and she bit her tongue slightly hoping to keep them at bay. She’d cried enough in the last few days. She needed to be strong for this. She had to get this out before it was too late. Too late rang through her head and her hands reached out grabbing a hold of the counter to steady herself.
She didn’t give him a chance to say anything. “You were too good for me Morris. I was from the wrong side of the tracks. I would have just held you back.” She gushed out. It wasn’t what she had been going over and over in her head to say to him, but it was coming out whether she liked it or not. A few tears streamed down her cheeks. “I can’t take back anything from then. I should have come to you then. Told you the truth, but I got into it with my father, and I had to leave town for a while.” She told him as more tears came out. “By the time we came back you had moved on. You were happy, and I couldn’t mess that up for you!” Her bottom lip trembled and she sucked it in, chewing on it slightly. A bad habit from when she was younger that she didn’t do anymore unless she was really upset.
It all starts at the beginning. You build with the intention of something created standing alone.
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Morris watched as she walked up to the counter. He furrowed his brows wondering what she was talking about when she said she was here for just him. He opened his mouth to ask if she was alright with how she held the counter and looked like she was about to cry, but she started talking again. He was a little confused at what she was getting at. He thought she was too good for him back then. He put his hands up when she was crying by the time she was done getting out what she did and said, "Olivia." His voice with filled with compassion and concern for her. He took a moment to make sure she was looking at him, so she could completely understand what he was saying, "I thought you left me because you realized you were too good for me. I wasn't going to hold you back by trying to find you longer than I did try to find out what happened to you. I don't think my heart could've handled finding you just to have you say that I was wasting my time. So I wished you nothing but happiness and love and tried to move on with my life. I'm sure you know, but I have five kids now and thankfully none of them have dealt with the heartbreak I've dealt with so far. So if you're here to tell me that you thought you weren't good enough for me, well, just know I always believed that I was the one not worthy of you." He really didn't think he could handle dredging up any of his past, so he kept it as simple as he could.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
O
livia's breath hitched as he broke in. A bit of a laugh escaped her hearing him say he thought he wasn’t good enough for her. “Morris I was the one from the wrong side of the tracks. A biker for a father. You're the one who had everything going for you.” She shook her head at him, and held up a hand. “That’s not why I am here Morris. I just found out I have stage four cancer, and I am dying. I don’t know how long I have.” She took a deep unsteady breath having gotten that out. “I have to make amends with you for our past. Tell you the truth!” She felt the tears welling up again.
“You have a son Morris. The fight with my father was because I told him I was pregnant. He told me I couldn’t have it. So I left, and he said I better give the baby away. I couldn’t do that, and I stayed away till my father came and brought me back home. Along with our son. One look at him, and he couldn’t make me. He fell in love with our baby just as I did. When I came to tell you it was too late! You were already married and expecting Jayden. I couldn’t ruin that for you.” She sobbed out getting it all out, before she couldn’t. He was going to hate her now. That she could handle though. Leaving her son without a parent was what she couldn’t do. He deserved to know he had a father and siblings. Hopefully Morris could give him that. That was going to be her dying wish.
It all starts at the beginning. You build with the intention of something created standing alone.
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Morris shook his head. He never cared about any of that. Hell, his own oldest son was a biker now, having patched in just over the summer. He opened his mouth to tell her that, but she was talking again, telling him about her diagnosis. He couldn't stop his motion of reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze. The reaction was involuntary, his love for her still there. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry that she was going through this, but then she kept going before he could find the words. The same thing about making amends that she had just said moments ago. He was about to say she owed him nothing, but then she said he had a son and then went on to tell him that she left because of a fight about it with her own father. He was still stuck on the first four words, so everything she was saying wasn't registering at normal speeds. When she finished, he just stood there, his hand still on hers from when he put it there. It was like he was frozen there so any words that was said was taking its time to penetrate. "A son?" He managed to finally get out. She had never lied to him, so he had no idea why should start now, especially all these years later after he hadn't seen her in more than two decades now.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
O
livia couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing freely now. She was a bit shocked he had put his hand over hers, but she couldn’t find the strength to pull her own away at the simple gesture of comfort. A touch she used to yearn for from the man across the counter from her. It felt like a lifetime ago. A life that was never meant to be. She could tell she had shocked him, and she wasn’t surprised. For so long she had dreamed of what it could have been. Alas life had other plans for the both of them. Whether they had wanted it or not. Something that she had never made peace with.
“Blaine is your son. My son. Our son.” She sobbed out to him knowing that he knew Blaine through the club. It was ironic that part of the reason she had left him was because of her life within the club, and now both of his older sons were members of the mc. The only part of her life that was right anymore was Blaine. With the death of her father and brother it had left holes in her heart. All she had left was Blaine. “Blaine has grown up never knowing who his father was. I can’t take back what I did, but I can make amends for it.” She sobbed more knowing Blaine was going to need his father more than ever soon.
It all starts at the beginning. You build with the intention of something created standing alone.
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Morris blinked when she said his name. He honestly thought it was weird that he looked so much like his own father, Louis, and like his son Logan, but he didn't really think much of it other than one of those things that just happened in the world. He thought for a moment trying to think of Blaine's last name, but he never heard it. He squeezed her hand again when she said that phrase of making amends for it. "Olivia, you don't owe anyone, least of all me, anything," he told her. He was still trying to process everything she said, but it was finding it difficult. "I wish I knew, of course. I would've loved him no matter what. Alex..." he stopped to center himself. He never talked about his late first wife. "She knew I had my heart broken before. She even offered to try to find you using police resources, but I told her to not do it. You left because you wanted to leave and I didn't want to complicate anything," he told her. "I'm sorry I didn't just try to find you. I'm sorry I wasn't there," he was apologizing now.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
O
livia smiled through her tears hearing Morris. “You can still be a father to him, Morris.” She frowned hearing him mention his late first wife knowing that had to hurt. “I was at my grandparents in Billings where my father sent me to have Blaine. I ended up moving out after Blaine was born and living with some friends since my grandparents weren’t happy about me keeping Blaine. They wouldn’t even give him a chance.” Her voice broke as she told Morris. “When dad came I thought he was going to take Blaine away from me. When he asked to hold him I was afraid to hand him over. When I finally did I saw his eyes light up. He said that he was taking me and his grandson home where we belonged.” She hadn’t really been that far away, but had no way to reach out to Morris either with the way her grandparents watched her like a hawk. It had been a really hard time for her that she didn’t want to think about. She hadn’t left on her own accord, but she kept that part to herself letting him believe that she had pretty much.
“Do you want to get to know your son?” She asked him hopefully. Blaine had lost his grandfather, and uncle in the last couple of years. The only father figures he had known growing up. “Emily promised me she would be there for him when I’m gone, but he needs you too.” Her voice broke on a sob again as it hurt to even think about dying and leaving Blaine behind. She was going to miss out on so much. Being a mother in law, becoming a grandmother. It was all too much for her sometimes. More than anything she wanted to give Blaine something he had wanted all his life, and that was his father. Only that wasn’t her decision to make. It was Morris's decision.
It all starts at the beginning. You build with the intention of something created standing alone.
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Morris nodded when she said he could still be a father to him. That really wasn't up to him though. That would be something Blaine would have to want. He frowned when she explained where she was and that she had to even move out of her grandparents' house because she wanted to keep their baby: a son that he never knew about. He was taking it in with what she was telling him when she asked if he wanted to meet him. "Of course. I know who he is, just never actually met him. I should've known though. He looks exactly like Logan and my father," he told her before he looked over at the wall at a picture before he walked around the counter to it to pull it off the wall and show Olivia. He held it out to her so she could look at the picture of him as a baby with his father and grandfather. "I look more like my mother's side of the family, but Logan and Daniel, and I suppose Blaine as well, get their looks from my father's side," he explained, trying to lighten the mood a little more.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
O
livia nodded, listening to him. “That was my biggest fear after I saw your son Logan that you would figure it out.” She watched him walk around and take one of the pictures off of the wall. She felt the loss of his hand against her own almost immediately, but she shrugged it off. She couldn’t be thinking like that. That wasn’t who she was! He was a happily married man, and she was a dying woman. She’d always wondered how his sons were dark complected like they were, and him well not that way. She understood now as he explained that he took after his mother’s side. That definitely explained a lot.
“Well I knew he didn’t get the complexion he did from my side. Especially after seeing Logan one day. It’s totally uncanny.” She commented, sniffing some as she had controlled her crying now glad that it was out in the open and she wasn’t worrying anymore about telling Morris her deepest darkest secret. Now just to tell Blaine who his father was. She wasn’t for sure how that would go at all, but she had a feeling deep in her gut that things would work out now. “Your father was a very handsome man.” She commented thinking that Morris was a lot more handsome, but she wasn’t going to voice that out loud right now.
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Morris shook his head and said, "Well, clearly I don't have the brains to figure things like that out." He never claimed to be the smartest man in the world and always thought the women he fell in love with were so much smarter than him. "I'm just glad my sons took on his looks, but got the brains of their mothers," he told her with a smile. He let her look at the photo more before he said, "Olivia, if Blaine needs anything, he just needs ask. I will gladly help with anything he needs or even wants." He completely believed Olivia, especially with how much Blaine looked like his other sons as well as his father and grandfather.
Hush little baby don't you cry Momma's gonna love you all your life And if you ever need a friend
O
livia shook her head slightly hearing him. “You have brains Morris. Your shop here is magnificent!” She told him from what she had seen. She’d seen pieces of furniture that had probably been made by Morris or his father. It was definitely exquisite. She knew Blaine took after his father quite a bit having seen mannerisms from him that was definitely Morris that she had known back in the day. She smiled, and felt teary eyed as he went on saying if Blaine needed anything that he would be there. “I have to tell him about you first. He has no clue either.” She sighed wondering how that talk would go. It would definitely be today yet, as she wanted to get it over and done with.
“Do you want a DNA test done to make sure that he is yours? I know he’s yours, but if you have any doubts…” She trailed off knowing Morris had been her first lover, and only for quite a few years. Looking at the picture in Morris’s hands there shouldn’t be a doubt that he was a descendent of the men in the pictures. She just hoped that Blaine took this good, and didn’t hate her for not telling him. He’d lost twenty-four years with his father already.
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