ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.
TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.
GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.
CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.
LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.
VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.
LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”
SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.
SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.
CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted.
AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.
PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”
Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine.
In my game, Mythomagic. And a holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks you're the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!
kaz: the 2yo who took off her boots, put her socks neatly inside them, and wore a pair of flip-flops she stole from another kid even though they were 2x the size of her feet. inej: the kid who climbed into the oven of the play kitchen. i still don’t know how he fit. he also took the sink out of the kitchen set and tried to climb through the resulting hole nina: the kid who set up a pizza picnic complete with plates, cups, bowls, silverware, and plastic pizza slices, and then pestered everyone to join her. she also flirted with my only male coworker the whole time jesper: the kid who wouldn’t stop dancing/jumping even when he almost fell off a chair twice and hit his head when he went searching (dancing) for a goldfish cracker under the table wylan: the kid who plopped down in the grass in the middle of a game of tag to gently appreciate a dandelion matthias: the kid who never talked except when he walked outside, said “it’s too hot”, and walked back inside (it wasn’t even hot) kuwei: the kid who took off his shoes and pretended to microwave them in the play kitchen
In 9th grade there was this English class, well ever rambunctious 9th grade kid in the entire school was in this single class. So to put it short the shit we got up too
- I brought fundip for my friends on Valentine’s Day, my friend made lines and snorted it (I don’t think he actually snorted it but still
- a group of other kids started a club called Beyblade club, they actually played Beyblade and if you wanted you could bet on them.
- the school later banned the betting in the Beyblade club so we then it became this underground thing in the English teachers closet
- we had a lockdown drill so we all ran to the closet, it was chaos in there to say the least. But many quote came from it including “Were all gonna die and it’s your fault ROBERT” “I wanna suck Aaron’s duck” (he did say duck) (one kid climbed the shelves in there) “IF I FALL AND DIE ITS YOUR FAULT, ROBERT”
- one kid figured out (I’m pretty sure he hacked the computer) how to get admin permissions. Well for 50$ cash you could get them on your school issued laptop, or for 10$ a period you could use his laptop. He literally rented his laptop out.
- one kid watched nothing but YouTube in the class every single day. He still finished class with a 115%
- when Trump won the election, a kid came in full Trump gear and screamed about how amazing he was (turns out he wasn’t kidding)
- our teacher got so fed up with all of us that she began squirting hand sanitizer at anyone near her desk
- in response to the hand sanitizer incident we all turned our desk over and hid behind them, it was a war zone
- we had to do a project at the end of the year, it was to research WHATEVER we wanted. Naturally it ended terribly. I wrote about memes from around the world. Another kid (the same one who rented out his laptop) wrote about how the school system was made by the Illuminati. The kid who watched YouTube wrote about Naruto. The Trump kid wrote about Rick and Morty. And much more.
-my other friend wrote a shrek fanfic (trump was in it to) it has 10k views.
- Honestly I wish I could remember more but so much shit happened that it was just insane.
You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?
i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.
this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that.
anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.
one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move.
anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road.
now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon.
steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going.
but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first.
he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine.
and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.
if one believes that the player is the one who influences most of the decisions in undertale, it might leave one feeling that frisk has no agency or depth as a character. as it turns out, frisk does an awful lot of things that the player has absolutely no control over. these actions change depending on whether chara is in control or not, suggesting that the neutral/pacifist actions that the player cannot control are actually frisk’s.
here is a list of most of frisk’s own choices. italicised points are actions emulated by chara.
frisk attempts to think of something to say to toriel during the battle (as opposed to chara’s “not worth talking to”).
if toriel has been killed previously, frisk will look at her before the battle “like [they] have seen a ghost”.
if a route has been done or aborted after meeting sans previously, frisk will turn around to shake hands with sans before he tells them to turn around.
▶ frisk moves behind the conveniently-shaped lamp to hide from papyrus.
this action is significant because it’s the first major action that contrasts with chara. chara refuses to play along in the genocide route, but frisk is happy to go along with sans. after papyrus leaves, frisk steps out from the lamp on their own.
▶ frisk hears the snowman out and only takes one piece of it.
chara keeps taking pieces of the snowman until it’s just “a useless pile of snow”. in contrast, frisk lets the snowman finish its speech. if frisk agrees to take a piece, they only take one small piece that doesn’t disfigure the snowman when removed.
there is no option to call the monster whose picture is on the fishing line. frisks decides not to on their own.
doggo has no real reaction to frisk (he shivers in chara’s presence).
frisk does not interrupt papyrus as he explains puzzles.
before the date or hangout with papyrus, frisk follows him around snowdin before he enters his house.
▶ after checking the sink in papyrus’ house, revealing the annoying dog, frisk tries to catch him when papyrus asks them to.
CATCH THAT MEDDLING CANINE!
although frisk fails to catch the dog, they put their best effort into trying to do so. the player cannot do anything here.
when climbing on monster kid, they put care into being gentle with them.
after surviving the fall and landing in the waterfall dumps, frisk stands up on their own.
in the pacifist route, where frisk’s name is learned, choosing to hit the training dummy (mad dummy) will result in frisk lightly tapping it. frisk will “feel bad”.
▶ it’s implied that frisk responds in some way to monster kid affirming that they are, in fact, human.
MONSTER KID: Yo… You’re human, right? Haha. Man! I knew it! …well, I know it now, I mean…
this is significant because, in the genocide route, chara makes a habit of not responding to anyone.
during the hangout with undyne, after frisk looks inside the bone drawer and sees the annoying dog, they’ll immediately turn around to face the screen.
frisk drinks undyne’s golden flower tea, but they’re hesitant to do so at first after being told it’s hot.
apparently, frisk drinks all the tea, prompting undyne to attempt to get them some more.
frisk turns to look at undyne when she leaps over to pick them up.
before battling RG01 and RG02, frisk plays along and follows them around.
when frisk is trapped in muffet’s web, the player can turn frisk in any direction until muffet appears, at which point frisk will turn to face her of their own accord.
after mettaton’s coloured tile puzzle, frisk turns towards him.
in the mtt resort room, frisk will be on their stomach under the covers.
▶ during the mtt hotel scene, when sans mentions that frisk hasn’t died a single time, frisk gives him some sort of “look”.
SANS: hey, what’s that look supposed to mean? am i wrong…?
based on sans’ reaction, the “look” is probably one of irritation. perhaps frisk scoffs at this a little.
just as frisk is about to enter the long elevator that connects to new home, alphys asks frisk to stop. frisk stops and turns to face her.
after alphys’ speech, frisk automatically turns back towards the elevator.
▶ when frisk runs from monsters, they do it with a smile.
during sans’ pacifist judgment, he mentions that frisk smiles when they flee from monsters, something we couldn’t have known up to this point. it speaks volumes about frisk’s friendly disposition.
▶ reloading the game to just before sans’ judgment will cause frisk to wear a certain “look” during his speech.
perhaps frisk looked bored.
▶ reloading before the judgment once again will cause frisk to do something in order to get sans’ attention.
frisk wants to tell sans the secret codeword. it makes sense that frisk has done something to make him realise they have something to say.
▶ immediately after, frisk mentions something about a codeword to sans.
they must say this out loud, prompting sans to ask frisk to “speak a little louder”.
▶ frisk, in canon, on their own, without any prompt from the player, says, “i’m a stupid doodoo butt”.
SANS: wow. i can’t believe you would say that. not only is that completely infantile… but it’s also my secret codeword.
frisk says the secret codeword out loud. sans seems to be enjoying his prank.
▶ with their own two lips, frisk says, in canon, on their own, with no prompt from the player, “i’m the legendary fartmaster”.
SANS: wow. that’s… uh… really childish.
frisk continues playing along.
▶ frisk might mention this being a secret secret codeword on their own, which sans corrects.
SANS: whoever told you that is a dirty liar. i don’t have a secret secret codeword. however. i do have a secret secret triple-secret codeword. which you just said. so, i guess you’re qualified.
something prompted sans to mention a “secret secret codeword”, and it was probably frisk.
in the pacifist-neutral route, in the battle against asgore, the “talk” ACT will prompt frisk to beg asgore to stop fighting. if a monster has been killed before the asgore battle, the “talk” ACT will instead prompt a response of, “but there was nothing to say”.
if frisk has died to asgore in a pacifist-neutral route, the first “talk” ACT will be replaced with frisk telling asgore that he killed them before.
in the neutral end, after flowey says he’ll tear frisk “to bloody pieces” and then pauses, frisk bravely steps forward.
▶ frisk walks extremely slowly to the bath monster in the true lab.
frisk can walk back out of the room at normal speed while the monster is still there, suggesting that frisk has some sort of fear of it and would rather not be in this room.
after each of the vhs tapes, frisk turns around to face the screen.
▶ in the pacifist route, after flowey captures all of frisk’s friends in his vines, it is implied that frisk asks flowey why he’s doing this.
flowey interrupts his speech as if he’s been asked a question, and then repeats said assumed question.
▶ during the fight with asriel, frisk attempts to move and reach their save file on their own.
although it’s normally the player who has the option to save and load the game, if a save file is present in undertale, frisk will try to reach it themself.
these are all things that frisk does on their own without any prompt from the player whatsoever. unlike the impatient chara, frisk is polite and won’t move while others are speaking. all together, these actions paint a picture of a kind individual who cares about making others happy.
Gentle thought: Eleven spends a lot of time in the forest as she becomes more courageous and adventurous around Castle Byers (a haven which Will has opened up to her whenever she needs the quiet and stillness) and develops quite a knack for climbing trees. With just a smidge of help from her powers to lift herself up onto higher branches, she scales the trees easily and settles herself on steady branches to watch the wind brushing the leaves along the ground below or pick out the different kinds of birds Hopper told her about in the thick foliage above. But as the leaves change colors and the birds migrate here or there with the season, El always finds the most perfect and gentle peace in her spot high up in the trees, without the bustle of schoolkids or bickering of her friends or background noise of the television. Someday she’ll bring Mike to her secret spot of quiet—using all of her might to float him up to the spot beside her and interlacing their fingers tightly so he knows no fear of falling or letting go. They’ll tell stories about grand adventures had by noble princesses and daring knights in those same woods and point out the shy forest creatures who only make an appearance when voices are soft enough and simply take in the symphony of the forest itself, all the while feeling the happiest they could be, alongside the one they love the most
summary: You and Tom met a few months back while he was on vacation in your hometown, and he proposes the idea that he takes you back to see London to meet his family–a place you had always dreamed of visiting.
pairings: tom holland x reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: a lil swearing
a/n: a little blurb for you about meeting his family, getting a taste of his backstory, kinda seeing another side of him. i’m so sorry this took so long, i’ve been crazy busy!! i hope you like it, darling! xx
“I have something for you, darling,” came Tom’s voice in front of you.
You looked up at him from the morning newspaper you were reading, sipping a cup of coffee. “What is it?”
“It’s an early Christmas present,” he admitted, placing a thin envelope on the table before you.
Picking it up with furrowed brows, you tore it open and slid the two pieces of paper from it. As your eyes read the words, excitement flooded your veins and you raised your eyes to look at him again, positively speechless.
“Do you like it?”
“Tom,” you managed to squeak out, doing everything you possibly could to keep yourself from jumping out of the chair and screaming, “are you serious?”
“Very,” he replied, taking the seat next to you and grinning. “I’ve already made the arrangements; all you have to do is pack.”
And so, there is this idea about an alien movie that has been floating in my head.
The movie starts with a black screen and a gunshoot. Fading in, you see a parent running away a gun in hand pulling their child behind them being scared the crap out as an alien (type AlienTM franchise) is stumbling outside their house, clutching their chest where the gunshot obviously hit them. The parent all but tosses the kid in the car and drives away from the isolated area they live in.
The alien doesn’t give up and starts following them.
The parent make contact with some special agents who take upon themselves to take the parent and child to a safe place. It’s when they start asking the kid questions to sympatise that flashbacks start to come in. At first, the flashbacks show the place the kid lives in from the outside. The kid plays in the garden but feels like they’re being watched. They don’t think much about it though and keep going with their game.
Back in the present, the kid is mostly silent and one agent is playing with their smartphone, using an app to register their voice and make it high pitch or low pitch. The parent is a bit annoyed by it and the other agent tells the first one to stop. The agent pockets their smartphone but winks at the child who gives their first smile in a while.
As they keep driving away, more flashbacks come on the screen, showing the child playing outside always alone and the alien eventually making contact with them. At first, the alien tries to avoid the contact but eventually warms up and touches the curious kid. It gets eventually shown that the brown shell on the alien body is actually a body armour and the skin under is pale and translucent. The child eventually asks the alien their name but the scene cuts before the alien replies.
In the present time, the alien manages to track and eventually gets back to the group and tries to attack as they make contact again. The parent panicks and out of anger, pushes the child off a cliff to a certain death. The kid screams a name.
As the alien jumps down after the kid, shoving the parent aside, we get to see the last flashback where the alien peeks in the house the child lives in and sees the parent beating them. The alien gets very angry and irrupts in the house, breaking a window. That’s when the parent grabs a gun and shots at the alien, breaking some device that is attached to their chest, linking to the first scene of the movie. As the kid is pulled away, we get to understand it’s of the parent it’s scared.
In the present, the agents bring the parent under control as they’re losinng their shit and pretty much say that wasn’t it for the child, they would have never had any problem. One of the agents looks down the cliff to see the alien slowly climbing up with the kid in their arms.
As they get on the top, the child starts talking to the alien and that’s the first time we get to hear the kid’s voice in present time and they tell the alien how they had been waiting for them. The child pauses as if listening to the alien but there is no sound. The child seems to be answering some questions and that confuses the agents. The parent is being delirious and says it’s because the kid’s crazy and the agents get fed up with them and locks them away in a car.
Then as the parent’s voice is muffled, some form of rumble can be heard from the alien and the smartphone agent realises it’s speaking on very low frequencies; the kind children can hear but adults loses the ability to. They take their smartphone out again and approaches the alien, turning on the recording. As they modulate the voice to higher pitch, they get to hear that the alien was saying it was sorry for being late. The kid answers it believed they’d come to get them.
The agents start discussing what really happened although they start to have a good idea from piecing stuff that happened while they were together. The alien explained that the gunshot damaged their comunication and modulation system but they managed to fix the device that calls the spaceship at least.
As said spaceship appears, the alien says they have to go and the kid asks if they’d ever see each-other again. The screen faddes to black as the alien answers they promises they will come back to get them.
After credit scene, we get to see a pre-adult teenager at school, looking bored. As the final bell rings, they get out and the smartphone agent is waiting for them outside. As they follow them in car and then in a large room, the teen doesn’t recognise the large white creature that is standing dressed in colorful clothes until the alien speaks up their name. They run to them hugging them and crying saying they always believed they’d come back.
This turned out longer than I expected…
But I mean, does the alien always have to be the bad guy?
Terry’s fifth birthday is a big one. Your home ends up filled with other five year olds and their parents. It’s all hands on deck for the big day, as the kids run all over the house. Despite having done this countless times before you’re more than a little stressed.
Between making sure the kids don’t kill each other, and keeping the society climbing mothers away, you’re stressed to your max. You do your best to hide in the kitchen, as the older kids corral the younger ones. “Never again.”
You roll your eyes, “You say that every time.”
Bruce scowls, “And every time I think it can’t get worse, it does.”
You hmmm, “So are we going to cancel Cass’ birthday?”
Bruce scowls, “Of course not. I’m just saying an event planner is something to invest in.”
“They’re children’s birthday parties. We don’t need an event planner.”
“Just a clean up crew.”
You take a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and kiss your husband’s cheek, “We’ll survive. Now go mingle with the other dads.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, because I have to mingle with the vipers that are their mothers.”
You slip out of the kitchen and allow your eyes to scan the crowd. Your eyes find a group of moms and you steel your nerves and force yourself to walk over. You approach from behind, just in case you chicken out. That’s when you hear them, “She didn’t even give poor Bruce a chance.”
There’s a giggle, “I know. How she tricked him into marrying her, I’ll never know.”
“I mean really. Running away together and getting pregnant right off the bat, it’s the oldest trick in the book.”
“And look at how many they have. Six biological kids, and then the two orphans, what is she trying to prove?”
“She’s not even that pretty. Her body has certainly gone to hell.”
You bite the inside of your lip to keep from saying something. Stepping back, the nausea takes over and you slink back into the shadows. You slip upstairs and into your room. Your lunch makes a reappearance, before you collapse on your bed. The bed dips a moment later, and a head rests on your back.
Glancing back you grin at Duke, “What’s up kiddo?”
“They’re harpies. Mean bitter old women who are miserable in their own lives and looking to feel better about themselves.”
You sit up and he does too. Duke was a person who thrived on touch. His own parents had been big on hugs. You had sought to continue that. And as he had adjusted to your home, he’d grown comfortable in seeking reassurance, and finding his place in the family.
“I was playing hide and seek with Terry and his friends, I was under the table.”
“Did you win?”
He nods, “Yep, but I might have scared those women. I jumped out from underneath. One spilled wine down the front of her dress.”
You can’t help it, you laugh. “This would be the point I would normally parent, but I’m too exhausted right now.”
“So does that mean we’re off scot free.”
You blink at the sound of a new voice before several heads pop up. You smile as all your kids climb up onto the bed. Terry climbs right into your lap, “Thank you for my party mama.”
You kiss the top of his head, “You’re welcome baby.”
Turning to your older kids you ask, “You were all hiding under the table?”
Jason shrugs, “We all think alike. I blame dad.”
Cass places a hand on your knee and signs “You’re very pretty mama.”
Tim nods, “What she said. They’re just mean.”
Dick’s smile is easy going but you can see the anger hidden below the surface, “I think from now on, these parties should only be family and close friends.”
There’s a chorus of agreement before a moment of silence settles over the group, “I like having a big family.”
Your eyes flash to Helena. Her eyes are thoughtful, “Sure sometimes these guys are annoying, and they only leave like three chips in a bag, but they’re always here for me.”
Jason echos the sentiment, “There’s always been someone to talk to, or play with, or blame.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one but he just smirks.
“There’s always someone to help us with homework, or spar against.” Damian chirps in.
Duke smiles, “We’re a family.”
You smile, “Very true, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” With smiles on their face you watch your kids leave the room.
You sit there on the bed for a few more minutes, and wait for Bruce to peek his head in. “How are you feeling?”
He nods, and takes a seat next to you, “That’s common at this stage.” There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Should we even bother saying this will be the last one?”
You smile, “This is the last one.”
Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close, “You sure about that?”
Your hands go to your belly, “No.”
“Duke’s right you know.”
“You’re amazing, and beautiful.”
You smile, “Those harpies were right. I have stretch marks, and a flabby tummy. Lord knows I’m not nearly as put together as I should be.”
Bruce’s hand goes to cover yours, “This belly has carried six babies, and is now carrying a seventh. You’re a mother to eight soon to be nine children it’s understandable that you’re not magazine cover ready. And the most important thing, you are gorgeous, and courageous, and I thank God for you every day, because you are the love of my life.”
Leaning into your husband you take in the amount of happiness that’s surrounding you, and you smile.