DaisyMaeDuke

Luke looked at him, seeing a look of reminiscence on Bo's face. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked knowing that whatever it was, it must be a hum-dinger to get Bo to fall so quiet so quickly.

Luke coughed uneasily, a habit of his when anything became to uncomfortable. "Yeah, well...I always did like things done my way," he made excuse, looking at the various pictures, never realizing before how in almost every picture of Bo, Luke was at his side.

Luke smiled, although his mouth hid a secret he had never shared with anyone. "Well...actually...I used t' get real upset... if I couldn't be the one teachin' ya," he admitted, his face flushing a little. When he had first come to live with his aunt and uncle Luke had been a broken-heard little boy, having rapidly built up walls to keep all of his feelings pent up inside. That quickly changed when Bo came on the scene. Suddenly, he had someone, however small, that knew and understood exactly what Luke was going through. The older boy reasoned that, likewise, he understood Bo better than anyone and selfishly assumed that he could teach him better than anyone else... and for the most part, as was usually the case with Luke, he was right.

"Did I ever tell ya bout the time I taught ya t' walk?" asked Luke, quickly changing the subject, as he always did when this particular subject came up. Before giving Bo time to object, he took the photo album from him and pointed to a picture of the curly-haired blond, holding tight to the fingers of his six-year-old cousin, and looking towards the camera happily.

"I ain't the one scared of heights Bo, you are," he retorted. "Bigger ya are the harder ya fall I recon...which might explain what is...or isn't under that haystack of yers," he added with a gentle rap to Bo's head making a hallow sound with his tongue and cheek as he did so.

"Yeah," agreed Luke. "S'cuz ya always followed right behind me.. I don't know how many times I dang near tripped over ya. Course, now I trip over yer big clown feet, but still, same difference..." replied Luke with a smirk. It had been a while since they had bantered; he had some catching up to do.

"I love ya Bo," said Luke softly, gently kissing his cousin's blond curls, unable to stop from smiling. ****end flashback**** "Ya sure was cute back then," reminisced Luke softly, before looking to Bo questioningly. "What happened?"

Luke gave him a playful frown, though the baby slap didn't really hurt. "Hey...Dat ain't nice Bo," he said, rubbing his nose, before returning the gesture with a tickle to Bo's side.

Luke merely hugged Bo a little more, under pretense that he was offering comfort to the baby. In truth, though, he was seeking comfort himself, still more shaken than he wanted to admit, especially with his aunt talking about how he was becoming a big boy. "All gone Bo..but it's ok..." he assured, more for himself than for Bo's benefit. "S'ok..."

Luke swallowed hard, now having seen as well as heard Bo speak his first words. He bent down, hugging Bo close to him. "I'm ok Bo..." he said softly. "Dey's jus' baby teef..." he added, repeating what his aunt had told him.

Luke swallowed, hearing the word too, looking down at the tousle-haired blonde baby tugging at his pant leg. He looked quickly to his aunt. "Did...did he say..."

Luke nodded a little, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. His mouth felt funny, but he didn't say so; Auntie said it was fine, so it must be. Tentatively he stuck his tongue through the gap. "Feels funny..."

Luke looked up at her, his eyes hopeful. "I am?" he asked with a small whimper, glancing to Bo who watched him from the floor. He wanted to be a big boy...especially since Jesse had told him that one day Bo would look up to him.

Tears gathered in the little boy's bright blue eyes, scared at the sight of the blood. His mouth felt funny, and as he stuck the tip of his tongue to where he cold taste the blood coming from, he looked at his aunt with a horrified expression on his face. "My...t-teef...auntie... my teef!" he cried pointing to his mouth where, sure enough, a wide gap showed where his two front teeth had once been. "Dey's gone!"

Luke couldn't help but smile a little at Bo's banter, before giving him that trademark look that Bo knew so well. With a twinkle in his eyes, though his face remained perfectly straight, Luke returned calmly and matter-of-factly, "If he's cute, it must be me." He removed the picture from the album, looking on the back. "August...so you weren't quite a year old..." he began putting the picture away carefully. "I came runnin int' the house fer somethin...an' you was layin' on the floor playin' with your toys..." ****flashback**** "Auntie!!!! Auntie!!!" shouted Luke as he rushed in through the door, his blue eyes filled with excitement over the nest of newly hatched chicks he'd discovered. So filled with excitement, and his eyes searching for his aunt that he never saw Bo's toy dumptruck on the floor...not until he tripped over it and landed with a thud on the hard wooden floor, blood immediately beginning to ooze from his mouth.

Luke looked at him. "What a funny guy," he said sarcastically. With those parting words, he ent to the bookshelf in the corner, thumbing through books until he came to one, taking it back to the coffee table and flopping down on the couch, picking up the book and thumbing through it. "There," he said gradually handing the open album to Bo. "That there is what got ya t' say your first word," he said pointing to an old picture of a little boy, no more than five years old, with plenty of dark, curly hair smiling wide, despite the two fron teeth he was missing.

Luke smirked, turning Bo's head towards him before giving him a playful cuff upside the head. "Cute..." He shook his head, running both hands through his curls standing them more topsy-turvy than usual. He casually made his way to the living room motioning Bo to follow him. "Actually though, it was my face... kinda..." he added with a smirk.

Luke chuckled giving Bo a playful shove as he "fought" with him for the water. Truth be told, he could have gone to the bathroom to wash up like most people would have done. But having an opportune time to spray Bo with water, didn't happen every day...he had to treasure these moments when they came. With that he pursed his lips and under pretense of washing his hands allowed some water to accidentally-on-purpose spray Bo in the face. "Your first word came out 'cuz ya was so scared..." informed Luke, continuing to wash his hands as if the accidental shower never took place.

Luke smirked as he slipped the fish off of the stick and into the bucket of water Daisy always had ready when the boys went fishing. "Course I do," he said, knowing full well that the family would not doubt him. Luke Duke had a mind like a steel trap. He only forgot what he chose to forget, and those first memories of his baby cousin were ones he cherished.

Luke reached into the trunk, grabbing the tackle box out of the back as well as the stick of speared catfish, taking both inside, though leaving the trunk lid open to air out. "If I recall you was about a year old when you said your first words..." he said simply, though a small smile was on his face at the memory.

Luke shook his own head as he, too, slid out of the General Lee's passenger side window. "I did teach ya t' fish...just like I taught ya t' stand...an' talk...an walk..." The older Duke boy shook his head again, stepping out of the car, saying with finality, "You just don't remember nothin'... unless it's got two long legs stickin' out from under a mini skirt," he added with a smirk.

It was Pretty Woman...

I agree

I saw John yesterday and he didn't say a thing about there being a Dukesfest of any kind this year....I would think he would have said something if it is in just a few weeks.... If you look at the URL posted you will see that it leads to CMT's Dukesfest...to the best of my knowledge, CMT has not sponsored Dukesfest for a while (ever since they stopped showing Dukes)...I am wondering if the URL you found is an old one?

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