A/N: Have a Happy New Year! 😀
The kids had their birthdays and life started to take on some sembleance of normalcy.
Ricky decided to try out the broom arena in the backyard. I can only guess Holly or Alice had it installed before we moved here, because I would not have put up a broom arena if I’d had a choice.
Later he danced with Rory. Rory’s a real dance machine.
It’s hard to tell who Selena looks like most in her features, but I love her smile. It really stands out.
Nikial has his father’s eyes but my magic.
Though Richelle looks the most like me, I think she is more like Selena in personality.
You’d think Nikial would have the advantage in tag, but Richelle always outruns him. It’s the wolf in her.
“Hey, Ricky, want to go to the summer festival?” I asked one day.
“I was actually going to ask you! I’ve been wanting to go ever since it opened. I wish Rory were home so she could come too.”
“It’ll be open all summer, there’s time for her to go yet,” I said. “C’mon then, I’ll round up whoever else is home.”
In the end, only four out of six of us made it to the festival, not counting the babi(es) in me. I sat out the hot dog contest. No need for me to throw up anymore than I already had.
“Ha, you two are so going to lose!” Ricky said. “I’m the biggest, so I can eat more than twice what you can.”
“Yeah, well, Nikial and I are triplets, so that means us plus Richelle can eat triple what you can,” said Selena.
“That doesn’t make sense,” said Nikial. “We don’t have one stomach that we share among the three of us. So we really can’t eat more than Ricky can.”
“Oh shush. Let’s just start,” said Selena. “On your mark, get set, go!”
“Oo ooze, oo ooze,” mumbled Ricky.
Selena was focused. Nikial kept choking and gagging.
Ricky crammed his last bit of hot dog down, then held his hand over his mouth to keep from hacking it up. “I in,” he mumbled. “Toldja.”
“Too late, loser!” Selena giggled. “I’m a werewolf, we eat fast. Neener neener!”
Poor Nikial still determinedly crammed it down. I wish I’d told him to stop, but I was preoccupied.
I’d got a brain freeze from too many snow cones. I can’t help it – those things are addicting! They just calm me right down.
“Look at me, I’m skating!” Ricky called.
“That’s not skating, stupid,” said Selena. “Yer flying. Just because you’re flying on a roller rink doesn’t make it skating.”
“Yeah right. This is how all the figure skaters do it. I’ve seen them!”
“Figure skating is for ice rinks!” Selena shouted. “Did all those hot dogs make your brain go mushy?”
“She’s right, Ricky,” said Nikial.
“Of course I am,” said Selena. “I’m not stupid.”
“Aww, come have some nice calming snow cones, guys,” I said.
Back home, my kids listened to my mellow tunes without screaming in pain. I guess I’m not completely out of practice. Or maybe it’s my shiny aura that gets them to pay attention to me. No, I’m pretty sure they like my music. It has nothing to do with my magic.
I gave birth to Aston the next morning. I wonder how much of the Master is in him. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.
I try not to worry or stress about anything anymore. My snow cones are the cure to all my troubles. I don’t need to fret about some guy who may or may not be my husband, or about how my son is the child of a super-strong magical loan shark, or that my triplets are descended from a zombie-killer.
I just got to chill, man. And what better time to do that than in the summer?