So I hate this part just as much as any other reader but here it goes:
I'm wicked (I'm from New England just so you know... anyone who knows this location might insert a laugh here) sorry it took me so long to update, I'm not going to make up some excuse about being too busy, when it came down to it, I was lazy and felt no need to try and fight for a muse when none was coming.
However after the overabundance of Rypay tonight, I felt the need to write something down to show my appreciation to anyone who uploaded that stuff or just likes Rypay.
More notes, this story follows a chronicle, and also is proof I know nothing about babies, I tried to do research, but just remember I tried my best, if I made some mistake, it comes from not knowing anything about babies being the last time I held one I was 4 years old.
No severe warnings, I curse once to just bring a point home, and even here the Rypay is still squinty so no twincest warning or anything, just lots of fluff and awwww-ing. And also I know their mother's name is Derby, but in the RP it is Katherine, and this story is a chronicle of the Secret Love RP, (link in my pro), so that's where my muse comes from.
Disclaimer: I own nothing-- but for my shamelessness, my girlfriend does own a Rypay RP site, so if you're a writer, reader, or understand teh hotnezz that is Rypay, come check us out at the link in my profile... you know you want to ;-) (and yes, I play Ryan)
Dedications: Pervy Family-- this is for you guys, for helping bring the Rypay epic back into my life... and then for more specific I send a dedication out to my "little sis", because she reminded me I had this story on FFnet in the first place, even if I think it sucks, and to my girlfriend for making me get so excited tonight over the Rypay I just had to write to make an abusive amount of squea happen.
And now on to the Rypay... enjoy...
As another scream shakes the house, Vance Evans only had one singular thought on his mind:
He was the furthest thing from a babysitter in the tri-state area, if not a more encompassing area.
This would officially be the last time he decided to work from home, and the absolute last time he offered to be the babysitter while Katherine Evans left the house in a flurry mumbling something about ten minute sales and last season clearance.
Come to think of it, he wasn't not even sure why there's no a hired sitter, weren't there supposed to be other people to do this, or at the very least wasn't taking care of toddlers something that a mother was supposed to handle?
With another scream coming from rooms away he couldn't help but think of whether it would be more accurate for him to whine for his own mother at this point in time, or just pointlessly mutter mother fucker… again.
Vance Evans knew nothing about taking care of children, and then scream of his daughter from rooms away just reminds him of this with a stronger notion. It was moments like this where he could almost forget he had a son, it was easier after all.
Ryan Evans doesn't speak, he doesn't scream, he doesn't fuss, he just sits on the floor harmlessly fussing with the hat that no one is allowed to take off his head, his mother's tried to remove it only to be met with a scream… from Sharpay that is, she's taken it on herself to determine she's the only one who's worthy enough to remove the hat from Ryan's head, not that he minds much, though that could be from the lack of his protest skills, either way one fact stands true: Sharpay always got her way when it came to Ryan.
Oh does she scream, oh and she fusses… and fusses about everything. There seem to be very few moments in the day for several months now where there can be such a thing as absolute silence. At 22 months, Sharpay Evans can ramble on about more things with her stunted vocabulary than most adults can with a full vocabulary.
They balance each other in that respect:
Sharpay speaks so Ryan doesn't have to, in that sense they really are the most perfect pair of fraternal twins that can be found.
This is what Vance Evans is reassuring himself of when the doctors suggest such ridiculous things like hearing loss, autism, mental retardation. Vance Evans is convinced that his youngest twin is just saving up his energy for the day he can get a word in edge wise.
As another scream rips through the house, Vance has sadly determined that Ryan may never get a word in edgewise so he might as well go invest in learning sign language now, it'd be better than nothing at this rate.
With a slight sigh he finally leaves his office and peers down the hall, the sound of small shoes and squeaks of annoyance reaching his ears from the playpen in the living room. He can't help but cringe as Sharpay lets out the loud squeal of delight when she finally sees him enter the room, Ryan sitting several feet behind her gumming on some anonymous looking stuffed animal, blinking slightly in reaction to Sharpay's ever present noise making.
As soon as Vance Evans leans over closer to his daughter, he can't help but mask a chuckle as she start nonsensically muttering at him; the closest thing he has as a view of his future, he can already see how their family dinners will look now. As he takes a cautious look back at Ryan he hopes that the toy chewing is just a phase.
"Daddy has work to finish." Vance said with a soft smile, trying to keep his voice as light as possible while Sharpay lets out a pointless, misunderstanding giggle. That's the other thing that Sharpay seems to have an endless capacity for, giggling.
With another scratch of his head he turns on his heel, knowing he might as well have just said that Daddy was going to go raid the liquor cabinet and forget that he has children, which was sadly becoming a more and more plausible idea as he left his children to whatever they had been doing before he entered the room, the sound of screams fading as he walked up the stairs.
Sharpay peered eagerly after Vance before finally losing interest in his fading figure, finally letting out the closest thing to a toddler, dramatic sigh as she finally turned back to Ryan who now had an intense look of focus on chewing on the plush toy in his hand. Ryan can already see the small, pudgy hand coming into view around the obstruction of the toy in his mouth as he felt his hat fall off his head, squealing laughter reaching him as he continued to slowly gum on the purple fabric.
"Ducky!" she exclaims with a happy squeal, clapping her pudgy hands slowly before pointing gleefully as Ryan just looks at her with light confusion as his chewing slows.
Pulling the toy from his mouth and giving it an inspecting look he frowns, trying to link the word "Ducky" to the now damp toy held limply in his left hand.
"Kitty." He mumbles out slowly before stuffing the toy back in his mouth and slowly starting to pull his socks of his feet again while Sharpay makes a noise in her throat of protest as she slaps slightly at his ankles. Ryan has no right to remove his own socks, Sharpay had determined this as well months ago.
Ryan just retracts his hands and starts running them over his hair, a slow smile beaming across his face; if anything Ryan is fascinated by his own hair, his hat on so much he forgets he even has any most of the time. As a soft laugh leaves his throat, Sharpay grunts and starts talking fast again as she grabbed for her brother's abandoned hat.
Just as Vance Evans was hoping his son would someday start speaking, Sharpay Evans was hoping that someday Ryan would understand that he was very much her Ducky, and no one was going to tell her otherwise.
After all, Sharpay always got her way when it came to Ryan.
So that's it, short I know, but I just wanted to kinda get something down so that people can see, Rypay has been forever in small doses, and I know there are some small things... but if you have any real complaints, leave me a line on the RP (check it out ;-) hahaha) or leave me a review or PM here and we can hug it out like Ari Gold... also if you guys have any requests for Rypay stories... or anything you want to see in their lives up to age 16... let me know and I'll help you get a fix.
-Pax
OH BY THE WAY... IT WOULD BE AWESOME IF YOU CHECKED OUT THE RP SITE... AND THE LINK HAPPENS TO JUST BE IN MY PROFILE... GASP...