Notes: Today was a normal workday, as tiring as always. And at the office. Ugh, these commoners... (joking, we are friends) Also, under heavy medication... Double wammy or what?
Brady felt some days that he was the mediocre middle between his parents. Maribelle was so classy and pretty, but he had inherited just her physical weakness and sensitivity. Vaike, on the other hand, was a simple peasant with significant battle strengths, yet he had only gotten his thuggish looks. Then it happened...
"Shut the hell up!" his ma screeched, followed by the sound of a cup smashing.
"Hey! That is from our wedding's tea set!" his pop growled back.
He was extremely concerned now, and didn't want to join them for tea that afternoon. However, he wanted to be true to his word, and keep his appointments, so he went into the tent.
He wasn't expecting to see his ma doubled over and clawing at the table, her other hand clasped tight over her mouth. Or his pop fussing about, an eye on his wife as he cleaned up the shards from the floor.
"Came in at the wrong time, huh?" Brady asked as casually as he could.
"Ugh... No, darling," Maribelle replied, an unladylike sniff following suit. "You arrived just in time." She proceeded to ignore her own behavior, not apologizing.
Vaike grumbled, putting the broken tea cup aside and bringing the pot over, cozy on. "Sit down, you two," he managed, pouring as his wife looked on in disapproval.
Brady shrugged and did as ordered, even as his ma started to look green, while trying to keep her composure. She would crack, though he couldn't understand why... If it was anything serious, she would say, right?
His pop put down the pot, then carried over two small plates with snacks. They were random, as Maribelle's only hurdle to have her husband accompany her for all her tea times was that the limit wasn't the biscuit category.
She looked greener now, though. And miserable. "Isn't it nice to spend some time as a family?" Maribelle said with a smile, regardless.
Brady nodded, sipping his tea. "This is... good," he lied and kept his cool, they didn't need to know the drink was shit.
Vaike chuckled. "Great! Seems I'm getting better, huh, honey?" he bragged at his wife.
...who promptly bolted from the table, heaving as she left the tent.
Her son was about to follow, but her husband held him off. "Don't go, she hates it when she's seen like that."
"Ma's sick and throwing up, she must zip it and get help!"
"She will be fine." When Brady threw a nasty look at Vaike, the father elaborated. "She's pregnant. We were going to tell you, and I was going to stay back as you two... Hey! Don't start crying on me!"
"I'm not crying!" Brady said, sniffing loudly and hiding his face.
"You two are identical, little precious crybabies I got myself," his pop sighed, patting his back.