*Warning: This post contains some mildly adult themes at the end. I'd say it's about a PG-13 on the rating scale.*
With that being said, I think that no matter how much fun the xylophone is to them, they both have the virtuoso trait. You can hardly tear them away once they start to play and they already have a good idea of which key makes what pitch.
Mike: Hey! How's the new guy?
I hesitate to text him back. Is it against the rules to contact the other guys while you have one at your house?
Are there any rules to this?
Ah hell, I don't know, nor do I even care at this point.
Me: Ugh. All he does is work and he won't even talk to anyone.
Mike: Wow... Sounds fun.
Me: Totally :P
Mike: You should ditch this guy for the day... We could hang out somewhere. :)
Me: Sounds good to me! Where should we go? (:
sigh and wait for him to either finish up or for a break in the conversation, but it appears to be taking a while.
After a couple of minutes he seems to notice me and motions for me to leave. "You're kidding me, right?" I ask without thinking.
He shoots me an irritated glare and says something in a hushed tone, hanging up afterwards.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I wasn't aware that you could kick me out of my room just like that."
"Well, I'm sorry, I was in the middle of a phone call," He said sounding a little more calm. "Now what do you want? I'm busy in here."
"I was actually wondering if you would be willing to watch the kids for a couple of hours."
I sighed in irritation, "Why?" I asked. "All you ever do is make phone calls and sit around on the computer. Would it really hurt to go bond with a couple of toddlers for two hours?"
"The company needs me," He said simply. "I can't be distracted by anything."
"Whatever," I said. I didn't know what company he was talking about, nor did I care, but I obviously wouldn't be able to get through to this guy. "I'll work something out then."
I got there a couple of minutes before Mike did and was playing with the kids when he poked his head through the door. "Did somebody order a sexy man with cyan highlights?"
I laughed and practically launched myself at him. "Wow, he's very modest too."
He smiled down at me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Aside from the jerk who happens to be staying in your house, how are you?"
"Just lovely, thank you. And how are you?"
"Fantastic because I get to see you and the twins."
I can't help but grin like an idiot as I unwrap my arms from around him, "They're right over there. Beware, they're quite adorable."
Gideon looks at me with curious eyes, wondering who this new man is since he hasn't ever seen him since he was born. "That's your daddy, Gideon," I say, hoping it'll have some effect on him.
"Dada?" He asks simply, looking at Mike with those adorable, round eyes. "Hi."
Mike looks at me with nervous eyes. "It's okay, if he talks it means he like you or is warming up to you. He refuses to talk to some people."
"Like that new guy?"
"Yes, exactly like that new guy. I tried getting them to communicate once, they both just sort of stared."
While I admit, the past is a touchy subject for me, I find it easy to talk to Mike about it and he listens, barely saying a word as I tell him about pretty much everything. When I'm finally finished he simply looks at me in amazement. "You are amazing."
I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and bite my lip. "Why's that?"
"Your childhood sucked, you got kicked out of the house on you eighteenth birthday, and you've had a lot of terrible things happen since you started your challenge and yet you're still on your feet. I know people who would have just given up by now. How do you do it?"
"My kids," I said. "They help a lot by keeping my mind off of things. And just knowing that I at least have them to hold on for motivates me to keep going."
"Of course I did, thank you for not running for the hills after I told you all of my issues."
He smiled, "That, my friend, would be a dick move. Pardon my French."
Without another word, he turns and plants a kiss on my lips, this one being much more deep and passionate than the kiss earlier today. Once we pull apart we head our separate.
The next day I decide to age the kids up because both Esta and Gideon know all of their skills and the triplets need to age up because there's no room in the house. Esta is a spunky, young girl who loves to dance and sing. I could definitely see her following in her dad's footsteps and becoming a singer.
Alayna, unlike Ily, has no interest in settling down anytime soon. She's going to become an acrobat and hopes to entertain people for most of her life.
He sighs in irritation, "That's all fine and dandy, but I really don't want to sleep with you."
"Well, I don't want to sleep with you either," I spit back a bit harsher than I expected.
"It's not because I don't like you, which I honestly don't. It's because well, to be honest, you're a 100 baby challenge mother which means you must be a slut and I don't want to find out I have some sort of STD."
I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him, "A) Just because I'm doing a 100 baby challenge, it doesn't mean I sleep with every man I see. B) I'm not a dumbass, I get tested for STD's regularly and make sure the fathers are all clean."
A look of surprise passes over his face as he realizes he might have actually offended me. "Alright, fine. But after this is all done I don't want to meet the kid."
She ends up inviting me over to her house to meet her new fiance and my future step brother.
"Hey mom," I say, feeling mildly nervous. What if this new guy was as bad as my dad used to be?
"Hi," I say tentatively. "I'm Laura. Nice to meet you." Okay, not really. He already creeps me out, but what am I going to say, 'Hi, I'm Laura and you creep me out a little!' No, that would just be rude.
He reaches out to shake my hand and I return the gesture. It wasn't one of those quick and easy handshakes, no, it was one of the awkward ones where the other person won't let go.
Afterwards, Charlie wants to talk to me in his room. We walk inside and I immediately notice that it's pretty dark. Why? I don't know, but I missed the pretty colors. Hey, whatever floats your boat, I guess. If this man doesn't like pretty colors, who am I to judge?
His question throws me off a little and I'm not quite sure if he's just making casual conversation or just acting like a complete psycho axe murderer. "Well... yeah, why?"
"So you would want her to be happy, correct?"
"Of course I would, again, why?"
"Wouldn't it be a shame if she found out that we didn't get along? She would probably break things off with my father and then she wouldn't be nearly as happy as she is now."
"Yeah, that would be a shame," I say hesitantly. "Care to explain why you're bringing this up?"
"I have a simple request," He says quickly. As I'm about to open my mouth to respond, he cuts me off. "Don't talk until I'm done," He snaps, sounding much harsher than he did thirty seconds ago. "You're nice to me I'll make sure to mention that we get along perfectly, and believe me, they'll believe me over you, so don't even try convincing them otherwise."
"Wait... I'm confused. What are you trying to say?"
"Don't be stupid Laura, you're not too unattractive. What I'm saying is you do whatever I want and our parents and I are completely happy. You, I'm not sure, but I don't really give a damn how you feel."
"About time you caught on," He said, looking at me like I was an idiot. "Now since you're pregnant, I'll go easy on you this time--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I say, not caring that I completely just cut him off. "I didn't agree to anything here."
"But I know you will."
"Maybe I won't."
"And maybe after I break our parents up and your mother is crushed I'll try to find some of your daughters."
He glared at me. "Don't doubt that I would, you have enough of them. Now, what do you say?"
"Fine," I muttered. "What do you want."
He smiled, looking completely satisfied with himself. "I thought you would say that. Now," He said, unzipping his jeans. "Go ahead and get down for me, okay?"
God dammit, what did I get myself into now?
After I was done, Charlie got down on the ground and tried grabbing me, but I slapped him in the arm, making him back off a bit. "If you tell anybody about this I'll do both of the things that I just mentioned, plus I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell."
"O-o-okay..." I stuttered, too terrified to say anything else.
He got up and tossed his phone down at me. "Put your number in here, I'll be sure to contact you. Get out when you're done."
As I got up I typed my number in his phone quickly, shoving it at him when I was done.
The drive home felt longer than it really was; probably because I was crying the whole way and I drove slower than normal, probably irritating other drivers on the road. I might have pulled over once, I don't really remember. All that I know is that as soon as I got home I made sure to brush my teeth a few times and wash my mouth out with Listerine about five.
After cleaning the hell out of my mouth, I washed my tear streaked face and threw on some old pajamas. Feeling emotionally drained, I collapsed into bed for the night and tried to get to sleep without thinking about what I could possibly do about all of this.
Of course I failed.
Unfortunately, I realized that there was absolutely no way out of this; I was trapped.
"Hey!" She says excitedly.
"Hey there," I say. "How was your first psychologist appointment?"
She laughs as we sit down. "It was uh... Great. Weston isn't all that bad."
"Oh no, his technique is pretty good, too bad he's such a jerk."
She laughed. "We talking about his psychology skills or...?"
"I was talking about his psychology skills..."
"Oh," She muttered. "Well now this is awkward."
"But he certainly isn't too bad in that department either," I admit. Yes, I've had better Woohoos in my days, but Weston wasn't too bad.
For those of you guys who are confused, Calista has been having a rough time lately, so she visited the wonderful Weston Ferris and well, you can only guess what happened from there.
Weston loves his 100 baby challenge mothers.
Sheesh, and I used to be the vegetarian here.
As we're talking and eating, I can feel my phone continuously vibrating in my pocket. Calista lets out a small laugh after what I assume was the fifth call in a row. "I think you might want to get that," She says. "It could be the school or something else important."
I immediately whipped out my phone to see I had four missed calls and three new text messages. All from the same, unknown number. I laughed, "Certainly not the school, unknown number and texts."
"Whoever sent them must be a super creep."
Feeling daring, I look at the list of messages that just came in on my phone.
#1: Hey, it's Charlie. Need to talk. Answer your phone.
#2: Answer my god damn calls, you stupid bitch.
#3: Fine, either call me or send me a nice picture of your tits in ten minutes. :P
"Laura?" I snapped my head up in shock after hearing Calista say my name. "Are you okay, you look like you just saw a ghost."
"Oh yeah... Great," I said, feeling a little breathless. "Um, I have to go now. See you soon."
"Alright," She said, looking slightly worried. "If you need anything just call, okay?"
After getting into my car I called that stupid pig's number and he answered on the first ring. "What do you want?" I demanded.
"I told you what I want," He said.
"Yeah well, I'll do what you want if it's not illegal. Which sending nude pictures of yourself is, so it's not going to happen."
"Fine," He sounded really irritated. "Phone sex. Right now."
"You know, I really hate you, right?"
"Ask me if I care, sweet pea."
At least I didn't have much time to dwell on it, because soon enough I went into labor.
Skye Everard for the name!)
Calista Smith for the name!)
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