Write off: battle one
Who: Ric, Tini and Phe
Where: Glimpse of the future verse
What: What's one more?
Rating: PG
--
It is generally a given that pregnancies can change hormones; in some women it means that their once curly hair goes straight, in others it means they have the oddest cravings and there are occasionally those who become forgetful or unable to focus.
In Ophelia the boys had witnessed the horrors that came with her extreme mood swings, especially in her first pregnancy which often resulted in the boys being unable to respond for a short while whilst they suffered from the effects of an emotional overload. Then during her pregnancy with the twins there had been the extent of the ‘Nesting Instinct’ and also the trauma of her early labour which had shaken them all up.
So obviously none of them had really planned on having any more children, or at least not any more children with Ophelia; though truth be told, the pregnancies had also calmed her emotions down considerably and the rhyming had nearly ceased. The red hair however remained and Ric had even indulged in converting the pool house into a studio for Phe to indulge in her artistic urges.
It’s April Fools’ Day which also happens to be the same day as the twins’ birthday. The garden is full of bunting, balloons, glitter, sparkles and screaming children as the family celebrates with friends, relatives and copious amounts of sugary sweets. Lucia is, by that point a typical young girl and at that stage where she is 13 going on 30. Slightly aloof with the younger children, Lucia chooses to hang out with her friends over by the pool and occasional bemoan when her little brother dive bombs them, sending up a spray of water punctuated by a whoop of amusement and shrieks of irritation.
Ric has spent the last hour following Mark around and retrieving various plates piled high with sugary cakes, sweets and other such e-numbers that are going to have his husband bouncing off of the walls all night. People comment how endearing it is to watch the pair as they fuss and bicker over each other, still clearly as much in love as they were the day that they were married.
Things have been difficult for the family lately, ever since a new legislation was brought in that meant all mutants had to be registered and specific parental lineage identified. Effectively it meant that Phe, Ric and Mark were forced into getting paternity tests for Mercutio and the twins. Whilst it had been a given that Merc was most certainly Mark’s child; the eye colouring had been one big hint but also his recently developed mutation which means he can manipulate time was another confirmation. The twins had been an entirely different matter.
They had both inherited their mothers’ eye and skin colouring, paler than Lucia and Mercutio so when it had come to birth certificates the boys had each filled in one as a father and left it at that.
The day the paperwork came through to inform them that Mark was the rightful father to the twins had not been an easy one. Not that Ric begrudged his family but it had been hard when Lucia had started to ask whether that meant Mercutio and the twins weren’t her real siblings (not helped by her biological mother getting in contact to ensure the paperwork still stated her as Lucia’s mother.) After lengthy discussions with lawyers and solicitors it was also apparent that Ric wasn’t allowed to adopt or have any legal rights over the children, even if he was a father figure to them all. In response to all this? Ric had thrown himself into his work, picking back up the hours he had dropped off and spending more alone time with Lucia which had resulted in fights, arguments and eventually Mama Vivi had been forced to intervene and call a time out.
So the fact that they are coming together and not fighting for once was a good sign.
Meanwhile Mama Vivi is sat next to Phe who is picking at a plate of birthday cake and trying to adjust the fairy wings that are strapped to Alexandria’s back, not helped that her daughter is wriggling like a pig in oil. As she leans forward one of the buttons on her corset pings off and bounces across the floor earning a scowl from Ophelia and a chuckle from Mama Vivi.
“Ay! My goodness Ophelia! That’s going to be the fifth button I’ve stitched back for you in so many days. Anyone would think you were pregnant from the way your tops are getting too tight!”
“A baby?”
“Si. What else my dear? Don’t tell me... ay! No! It’s an April Fool! Having an old lady like me on like that!”
About ready to protest Ophelia opens her mouth and turns an interesting shade of green-ish yellow before darting up from the table and rushing inside. Twenty minutes later, outside the bathroom door, Phe can hear both Ric and Tini as they debate about knocking or not.
“Phe, baby, is everything alright in there?” Ric taps lightly on the door, but before he can continue to question it is thrown open to reveal a slightly dishevelled and pink cheeked Ophelia who is grinning like a mad woman and waving a pregnancy test at the boys.
“Is that a...?”
“Are you...?”
The boys both start to talk at the same time but are interrupted as Ophelia giggles and nods, ringlets bouncing as she throws her arms around their necks. “Pregnant! Another little one for us three!”
--
The news is taken well by everyone actually; they make the announcement as soon as Ophelia has taken another three pregnancy tests. Of course this means that the party ends up lasting twice as long and evolves from just the children bouncing on the bouncy castle to most of the adults too.
Despite everything that had happened before with the other children, Ric makes a cut back on his hours in the office and immediately makes the effort to attend any and all scans or Doctors appointments. Not that he doesn’t trust Mark and Ophelia, but seeing as they managed to misunderstand the entire twins’ situation last time... well there’s no point taking any risks. Again they don’t know who the father is and Ric keeps quiet when the Doctor offers to conduct an early paternity test.
The first trimester passes uneventfully, unless you count Ophelia’s impressive morning sickness routine that sees her uttering curses at the boys whenever she has a chance. This time though there are no mood swings, no nesting symptoms and no other adverse effects. The morning sickness even passes by the fourth month and Ophelia progresses nicely with little or no incident.
In the fifth month they end up bringing home copious amounts of scans and Ophelia dots them around the house and adds them to the huge collection of photos that she has already amassed of her brood. She even spends a day with Lucia, one on one time with the girl she sees as more of a niece than a daughter but still dotes on without question.
The weeks pass by and Ric and Mark watch on as Ophelia blooms with the pregnancy, the bump (as it has come to be known) wriggling and kicking its feet out and creating this alien like shapes under the skin. Once again Ric foolishly forgets what Mark can be like and comes home to find that the spare room (or what was once the spare room) has been turned into a nursery. Well... it would be if you could get in the door for all the cuddly toys and baby products.
He justifies his purchases by arguing that over the last four years they have steadily gotten rid of all their baby purchases and little one deserves to have new things. And who is Ric to argue?
Apart from when he sees just how much money this entire escapade has cost him! They don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl they are having so apparently Mark has covered all eventualities.
During the third trimester, month eight to be precise, Ric and Mark end up having a huge fight which results in Ric storming out the house in the middle of the night and driving off into the dark. Ophelia paces (read as: waddles) back and forth, hand rubbing in steady circles over the bump as she frets and worries over her Mexican. Mark watches on, brooding and pouty as Phe tries Ric’s phone over and over again. Eventually he shows up, two hours later, looking incredibly sheepish. He apologies to Ophelia and ushers her to bed.
Waiting until he has left her bedroom Ophelia sneaks out onto the landing and eavesdrops as Ric apologises to Mark profusely, explaining that he is terrified that this baby won’t be his and that will mean that Phe and Mark could just up and leave him and Lucia behind.
With a gentle nudge of emotion she draws on their love for each other and loops it back between the three (plus bump) of them, watching the shadows as they merge to become one and finally content to see that the boys have made up from their fight.
Settling back beneath the blanket Ophelia lays on her side, one arm tucked up beneath her head as the other soothes over the swollen skin of her stomach. Little one fusses and wriggles a little but quickly settles as Phe hums a lullaby for them both, drawing them into a restful slumber.
She’s only briefly disturbed when the bed dips on both sides and Ophelia and the bump are cocooned between Ric and Mark, who wrap around her and press lingering kisses to her cheeks. Her Bric-a-brac and Straight-up-with-a-twist might well argue and fight but she knows that no matter what, her boys will love her, their children and their newest addition. She just hopes, wishes and prays that this little one brings them together as the family they should be.
Where: Glimpse of the future verse
What: What's one more?
Rating: PG
--
It is generally a given that pregnancies can change hormones; in some women it means that their once curly hair goes straight, in others it means they have the oddest cravings and there are occasionally those who become forgetful or unable to focus.
In Ophelia the boys had witnessed the horrors that came with her extreme mood swings, especially in her first pregnancy which often resulted in the boys being unable to respond for a short while whilst they suffered from the effects of an emotional overload. Then during her pregnancy with the twins there had been the extent of the ‘Nesting Instinct’ and also the trauma of her early labour which had shaken them all up.
So obviously none of them had really planned on having any more children, or at least not any more children with Ophelia; though truth be told, the pregnancies had also calmed her emotions down considerably and the rhyming had nearly ceased. The red hair however remained and Ric had even indulged in converting the pool house into a studio for Phe to indulge in her artistic urges.
It’s April Fools’ Day which also happens to be the same day as the twins’ birthday. The garden is full of bunting, balloons, glitter, sparkles and screaming children as the family celebrates with friends, relatives and copious amounts of sugary sweets. Lucia is, by that point a typical young girl and at that stage where she is 13 going on 30. Slightly aloof with the younger children, Lucia chooses to hang out with her friends over by the pool and occasional bemoan when her little brother dive bombs them, sending up a spray of water punctuated by a whoop of amusement and shrieks of irritation.
Ric has spent the last hour following Mark around and retrieving various plates piled high with sugary cakes, sweets and other such e-numbers that are going to have his husband bouncing off of the walls all night. People comment how endearing it is to watch the pair as they fuss and bicker over each other, still clearly as much in love as they were the day that they were married.
Things have been difficult for the family lately, ever since a new legislation was brought in that meant all mutants had to be registered and specific parental lineage identified. Effectively it meant that Phe, Ric and Mark were forced into getting paternity tests for Mercutio and the twins. Whilst it had been a given that Merc was most certainly Mark’s child; the eye colouring had been one big hint but also his recently developed mutation which means he can manipulate time was another confirmation. The twins had been an entirely different matter.
They had both inherited their mothers’ eye and skin colouring, paler than Lucia and Mercutio so when it had come to birth certificates the boys had each filled in one as a father and left it at that.
The day the paperwork came through to inform them that Mark was the rightful father to the twins had not been an easy one. Not that Ric begrudged his family but it had been hard when Lucia had started to ask whether that meant Mercutio and the twins weren’t her real siblings (not helped by her biological mother getting in contact to ensure the paperwork still stated her as Lucia’s mother.) After lengthy discussions with lawyers and solicitors it was also apparent that Ric wasn’t allowed to adopt or have any legal rights over the children, even if he was a father figure to them all. In response to all this? Ric had thrown himself into his work, picking back up the hours he had dropped off and spending more alone time with Lucia which had resulted in fights, arguments and eventually Mama Vivi had been forced to intervene and call a time out.
So the fact that they are coming together and not fighting for once was a good sign.
Meanwhile Mama Vivi is sat next to Phe who is picking at a plate of birthday cake and trying to adjust the fairy wings that are strapped to Alexandria’s back, not helped that her daughter is wriggling like a pig in oil. As she leans forward one of the buttons on her corset pings off and bounces across the floor earning a scowl from Ophelia and a chuckle from Mama Vivi.
“Ay! My goodness Ophelia! That’s going to be the fifth button I’ve stitched back for you in so many days. Anyone would think you were pregnant from the way your tops are getting too tight!”
“A baby?”
“Si. What else my dear? Don’t tell me... ay! No! It’s an April Fool! Having an old lady like me on like that!”
About ready to protest Ophelia opens her mouth and turns an interesting shade of green-ish yellow before darting up from the table and rushing inside. Twenty minutes later, outside the bathroom door, Phe can hear both Ric and Tini as they debate about knocking or not.
“Phe, baby, is everything alright in there?” Ric taps lightly on the door, but before he can continue to question it is thrown open to reveal a slightly dishevelled and pink cheeked Ophelia who is grinning like a mad woman and waving a pregnancy test at the boys.
“Is that a...?”
“Are you...?”
The boys both start to talk at the same time but are interrupted as Ophelia giggles and nods, ringlets bouncing as she throws her arms around their necks. “Pregnant! Another little one for us three!”
--
The news is taken well by everyone actually; they make the announcement as soon as Ophelia has taken another three pregnancy tests. Of course this means that the party ends up lasting twice as long and evolves from just the children bouncing on the bouncy castle to most of the adults too.
Despite everything that had happened before with the other children, Ric makes a cut back on his hours in the office and immediately makes the effort to attend any and all scans or Doctors appointments. Not that he doesn’t trust Mark and Ophelia, but seeing as they managed to misunderstand the entire twins’ situation last time... well there’s no point taking any risks. Again they don’t know who the father is and Ric keeps quiet when the Doctor offers to conduct an early paternity test.
The first trimester passes uneventfully, unless you count Ophelia’s impressive morning sickness routine that sees her uttering curses at the boys whenever she has a chance. This time though there are no mood swings, no nesting symptoms and no other adverse effects. The morning sickness even passes by the fourth month and Ophelia progresses nicely with little or no incident.
In the fifth month they end up bringing home copious amounts of scans and Ophelia dots them around the house and adds them to the huge collection of photos that she has already amassed of her brood. She even spends a day with Lucia, one on one time with the girl she sees as more of a niece than a daughter but still dotes on without question.
The weeks pass by and Ric and Mark watch on as Ophelia blooms with the pregnancy, the bump (as it has come to be known) wriggling and kicking its feet out and creating this alien like shapes under the skin. Once again Ric foolishly forgets what Mark can be like and comes home to find that the spare room (or what was once the spare room) has been turned into a nursery. Well... it would be if you could get in the door for all the cuddly toys and baby products.
He justifies his purchases by arguing that over the last four years they have steadily gotten rid of all their baby purchases and little one deserves to have new things. And who is Ric to argue?
Apart from when he sees just how much money this entire escapade has cost him! They don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl they are having so apparently Mark has covered all eventualities.
During the third trimester, month eight to be precise, Ric and Mark end up having a huge fight which results in Ric storming out the house in the middle of the night and driving off into the dark. Ophelia paces (read as: waddles) back and forth, hand rubbing in steady circles over the bump as she frets and worries over her Mexican. Mark watches on, brooding and pouty as Phe tries Ric’s phone over and over again. Eventually he shows up, two hours later, looking incredibly sheepish. He apologies to Ophelia and ushers her to bed.
Waiting until he has left her bedroom Ophelia sneaks out onto the landing and eavesdrops as Ric apologises to Mark profusely, explaining that he is terrified that this baby won’t be his and that will mean that Phe and Mark could just up and leave him and Lucia behind.
With a gentle nudge of emotion she draws on their love for each other and loops it back between the three (plus bump) of them, watching the shadows as they merge to become one and finally content to see that the boys have made up from their fight.
Settling back beneath the blanket Ophelia lays on her side, one arm tucked up beneath her head as the other soothes over the swollen skin of her stomach. Little one fusses and wriggles a little but quickly settles as Phe hums a lullaby for them both, drawing them into a restful slumber.
She’s only briefly disturbed when the bed dips on both sides and Ophelia and the bump are cocooned between Ric and Mark, who wrap around her and press lingering kisses to her cheeks. Her Bric-a-brac and Straight-up-with-a-twist might well argue and fight but she knows that no matter what, her boys will love her, their children and their newest addition. She just hopes, wishes and prays that this little one brings them together as the family they should be.