Sunday, March 16, 2014

He was a typical Lokoti Werewolf being completely devoted to his mate and young.

  (Small Fry Chapter 3)

I put on a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved, black t-shirt and a purple, zip-up sweater, before I wandered downstairs to fix myself some brunch.  However, just as I opened the fridge, I was startled by a knock at the door.

I smelled whoever it was, was one of the pack.  So when I swung open the front door, I wasn’t surprised to find Walt Wisetail standing on my icy veranda.  Behind him, was his U.S. Forest Service hover-vehicle, parked on the snowy driveway.

“Walt,” I smiled on my distant relation.  “How are you?  How’s Wendy and the rug rats?”

“We’re well, thanks Aunt B.”  He smiled proudly. 

He was a typical Lokoti Werewolf, being completely devoted to his mate and young.  Never in a million years would he gripe about his wife’s mood swings.  In fact, his grin grew even wider with his next update. 

“Actually, Wendy and I are expecting again.”

“A third kid on the way?”  My eyebrows arose.  “Wow, you really are following Lokoti Werewolf tradition there, Walt.”

He chuckled as he came in from the cold air, “How about yourself Aunt B, better late than never?”

Declan’s voice interrupted, as he jogged down the stairs. “We were stopping to smell the roses, before weighing down the marriage with kids.” 

“Kids don’t take away from the marriage, Uncle Dec.” He said affably.  “They add to it, just you wait and see.” 

My mate said sarcastically, “Oh yeah, the messy diapers, the late night feedings and losing your free time for the next 18 years; I can see how you’d say that.  Kids take away the need for romantic dinners, annual overseas holidays or even intimate evenings with the wife.” 

“With that attitude, you’re being extremely optimistic that you’re still going to have a wife to be intimate with.”  I passed a glare.

“Oh you two!”  Walt laughed loudly at our banter.  “Trust me, kids can add to the sex life.  Especially when the parents have to think up new ways how to sneak it in quietly, it leaves a lot to experimentation.”

Declan and I exchanged raised eyebrows at his candor.

“Now about those beds...” my husband laughed it off, “…this way.”

He turned to lead him upstairs when I spoke, “What about the beds?”

“Oh,” Walt paused and looked to Declan to explain.

“I’m giving our spare beds to the Wisetail’s.”   He stated.

“You are?”  My hands moved to my hips.  “When did you discuss THIS with me?”

“Now,” he said simply, before he started to make his way up the stairs again.

“Hold on - hold on - hold on!”  I interrupted, making the two turn around once more. 

“Er, is there a problem?”  Our guest looked uncomfortable.  “If you still need the beds Aunt B -”

“No, you can have the beds, Walt.”  I said in annoyance, whilst glaring Declan’s way.  “But I’m pissed off that my husband didn’t mention this before.”

“We don’t need the beds right now, B!”  He snapped.  “Let Walt and Wendy have them, since their ‘tribe’ is growing faster than ours is.” 

“THAT’S not the problem, Declan!  The problem is you didn’t ASK me first!”  I growled.

“Why the hell, do I have to ask you?”  He asked indignantly.  “What, every time I talk kids with the guys, I have to fill you in?” 

“When were you talking to the guys about kids?”  I asked in disbelief.

“When Walt, Forrest and Caesar, were telling me about the kind of things we’re gonna need, for the nursery!”  His voice rose.  “Now quit with the third degree, woman!” 



Tuesday, March 4, 2014

“Where did you think the nursery was gonna go, in the dining area?”

 (Small Fry Chapter 3)

Declan snickered, before sneaking a look over to where I was sitting.  He cast a lazy gaze over my legs, which were unintentionally on display, thanks to the short cut of the negligee.

“With a mother like that, I think all the boys in the tribe are going to agree with you.”  He said smoothly.

“You’re gonna love it aren't you, when they all come to you for your permission to date your offspring?"

“Ha!”  He snorted.  “Yes I am!  You know how Odysseus had to fulfill all those tasks, and it took him years to finally return to his wife?  I’m gonna be just as bad!  Any applicant that wants to come within ten meters of my girls, are gonna have to be the best of the best!  I’m gonna set such an obstacle course, most of them are gonna give up and slink away with their tails between their legs.”

“This should be interesting.”  I tittered, as I nursed my coffee in both hands.  “Only, I don’t think this planet has any Cyclops or Sirens left, I think they’re all extinct.”

“That’s what people thought about European Werewolves.”  He pointed out.  “Trust me B, if the boys have to get past me instead?  They’ll be begging for a Cyclops!”

I giggled back, “If the suitors saw you in European Werewolf form, they’d think they’re battling Cerberus.”

“Except for the fact that I don’t have three heads,” he said, before he paused.  “Then again, what about the tales of the ‘Hounds From Hell’?  It makes you wonder doesn’t it, about how much fiction is fact?”

“Hmm, it does a bit.”  I frowned pensively.  “I mean, your species of Werewolf is the oldest in the world.  So anytime a human saw one of you and lived to tell the tale; I wonder how often the truth was distorted and came out as a fable instead?”

“You got that right.”  Declan declared.  “I was used to the fact that I was the last of my kind.  Now with our first rug rat you’re carrying, I’m gonna have a whole litter to train.  I'll have to teach 'em not to become one of the monsters that people fear in the dark.”

“Maybe the legends are still being written?” I posed.  “Maybe we’re creating all new mythology of how the Last European Werewolf and the First Female Lokoti Werewolf, started an all new breed? Their strength and control, the world has never seen?”

“Oh joy," he grumbled, picking up his wrench again.  “But if my daughters mirror their mother with their monthly blues; it’ll be an all new PMT the world has never seen before.”

“Declan!”  I griped.  “We were having a nice conversation then, why did you go and spoil it?”

“I’m just trying to prepare for the future.”  He said simply.  “I’m gonna get our PA at Hodge Endeavor to start buying up shares in ‘Nutella’, so we can get unending free samples sent to us.  I’ll fill this house with choc hazelnut spread, so my moody wife and ferocious female young, will never go without.”

I growled under my breath and stood up to leave, when I paused to look back.

“Why are you pulling apart the beds, by the way?”

“We have a two bedroom house, B.”  He said coolly.  “Where did you think the nursery was gonna go, in the dining area?” 


Declan's already organizing the nursery?  His gesture warmed my heart, at how the reluctant father was planning ahead for the baby.  I left him to his task and returned to the main bedroom, to get dressed.