I laughed, I couldn't help it. There was always something going on, there was never a moment's peace for me anymore and I absolutely loved it. There was always something needing to be done or something to sit back and enjoy. I had never been as excited to wake up as I had since meeting Cat' and her brood.
The most rambunctious of the brood, Skeeter, a green mutant, all of four years old, thought running was the greatest talent God gave man. I enjoyed watching him, but it was the fact the other little one's couldn't keep up with him that he enjoyed. Titiana ( or Ana as I called her), was a year behind, but with her wings and height she was keeping close to him. The twins, Amy and Ally, dark haired six year old girls with cat like tails could care less about running. They were oohing and ahhing over the babies. Of course, Samson was asleep. His tiny six month old body blending perfectly into the blue of his blanket. However, Delilah, my little heartbreaker was enjoying the attention. She was estimated to be at least eleven months old and enjoyed every bit of attention anyone paid to her dark pink little self.
I grinned, life was good. My best friend, Catherina (Cat'), had really set me up. It was less than a month ago, I had discovered these beautiful children led by the vicious woman. I had been so terrified, but now I looked back on the experience with a smile. Yes, I, Robyn Davon, normal human woman, was best friends with Catharina Creed, the most cunning mutant ever born. With a mate like she had, she had to be, but Victor wasn't so bad once you got to know him. He was good with the kids at least, not much on socializing though.
Everyone was nice. I mean Charles had given me a room and a job, I never had to leave the children, and overall I was happy. Before I had worked, came home, worked, came home. Now I had my kids to talk to, to play with, to experience life with pretty much and I relished the experience.
"Skeet', don't go too far." I warned, moving to pick Delilah up. "I think it's about time to go in and fix lunch. What do you think?" She gurgled and cooed, but the twins nodded. I grabbed Samson's carseat in the other hand, the girls carried Delilah's seat. "Come on, you two, let's get some grub."
Skeeter ran forward holding the door for me, while Ana took Amy's hand. They followed me to the kitchen and I sat Delilah in her high chair. "Can you kids keep an eye on the babies while I fix us some sandwiches?"
"O'course we can watch 'em." Skeeter puffed his chest out. "We ain't kids y'know." His gruff voice and ridiculous statement had me giggling.
"Your spending way too much time with uncle Vic'." I muttered, but patted the girl's heads as I moved to the fridge. After fetching each child a drink, I made each one a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich, listening as they giggled and talked of the things only children could find to talk about.
I sat each down a plate, and cut one into tiny pieces for Delilah, before going back to grab a soda. I shut the fridge and nearly jumped to the ceiling. Hank McCoy stood there, looking down at me. All six something foot of the blue furred muscled man, and it so happened my face was level with his well muscled unclothed chest.
"Um...I." I snorted, not able to find my voice.
"Well, if you are not going to make use of the English language as society deems polite for these interactions, please excuse me where I can obtain a beverage." I stepped back trying to process his ridiculous words. I wasn't a idiot, and he had no right treating me as such.
"I'm sorry, you startled me." I muttered, fingering the tab of the can of Coke.
He poured himself a glass of tea, then looked to me. "If your startled by such small things, perhaps you shouldn't be here in a mansion so full of them." I flushed at his implication and turned before I even approached that statement. How dare he accuse me of being prejudiced! The blue moron! He shouldn't sneak up on people! He should learn some manners and make a little noise, then...
My thoughts drifted from McCoy to the kids in front of me. They were happily gnawing away at their sandwiches, and drinking their juiceboxes. They had no cares in the world at this moment and I found myself envious of their precious happiness.
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