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Four Years Later:
I was dreaming the perfect dream. Ice cream, burgers, root beer. All a girl would ever want to eat. It smelled so good. I ran to the burger, but as soon as I got an inch away from it, it slid further down the table. Huh. Well I certainly didn't take this from Erasers so no burger is treating me like this.
The rest of the dream went a lot like that. It was really frustrating. So hungry, then the burger smacked me in the head. Oh well this couldn't get any weirder. I slowly drifted back to the real world. I woke up to feel Shadow's arm lying across my head. Groaning I pushed his arm off me and back on to him. I was a little angry at him, I was so close to getting that burger.
His eyes fluttered open and he wrapped his arm around my waist. Pulling me close to him he whispered, "Good morning to you too." I couldn't help but laugh at his sarcasm, he needed lessons.
I heard warrior cries from the hall outside our bedroom. If I still was with the flock, I would have been out of bed right now searching for erasers, but now I was a mom of three little warriors, Grace, my little girl who turned two a couple of weeks ago, Archer, my first boy of the twins, he's four along with his brother,Sylver. No, Fang is not the father, Shadow is.
Shadow had just escaped from the school (He's 2% cat, 2% bird, 94% human) when he ran across me four years ago and probably wouldn't have stopped had he not seen my wings. He didn't know how to fly so he decided that a 15 year old girl crying and murmuring about her death would be a good teacher. We got attached after a little while, married, pregnant, so on so forth.
Sure enough, I had two hyper boys both screaming at the top of their lungs jumping on our bed. I buried my head deeper in the pillow, hoping somewhere that burger would come back to me. I felt Shadows arm leave my waist and soon those cries turned to fits of giggles.
I couldn't help but smile into the pillow my head was buried in, sighing I pulled my head out. Acting tired I clutched the pillow and Wham! I slammed the pillow into Shadow's back.
His head slowly turned towards me. "Uh-oh," I heard my boys whisper to one another. Shadow grinned a evil grin, and suddenly uh-oh didn't seem to cover it. I backed away as far as the bed would let me, finally my back touched the wall. His cat genes coming in handy as he pounced on me and let his finger tickle my sides and I laughed like I haven't laughed in ages.
He removed is hand from my side as a whine came from across the bed. All of our kids were now sitting there, only Grace was sitting cross legged, Archer was sprawled across the bed his feet lying on Slyver's chest.
"I'm hungry," Grace complained.
"Hm..." Shadow said, he pretended to ponder the sentence. "What do you plan on doing about it?" He asked.
"Silly, you're making me breakfast!" She rolled her eyes. He got off me and out of the bed in one simple movement. Looking at him I noticed he looked an awful lot like Fang. Black hair that fell in his eye's, olive tinted skin, the only thing different were some facial features and his eyed were white and had slits like a cat.
He couldn't go out in public without contacts, even then it still looked weird. Our kids seem to have retractably eyes, where they look normal but if they want they can become cat like. When they are normal they look like my eyes, but when they're cat like they look like there fathers. The boys have his jet black hair, but Grace has my blonde.
He picked grace up and slung her across his shoulder, her long blonde hair swinging wildly. His footsteps went out of the room and down the stairs, as soon as the smell of bacon drifted up to our room, our boys scurried to the kitchen.
I was all alone. Taking advantage of the empty space I walked to my dresser and decided to get dress. My mind started to wander, about the flock, if they were okay, what happened after I left, did they miss me, is Erica still there? A strong hand on my shoulder snapped me out of the moment.
First thing I noticed was that I was dressed and the fact that I was crying. I turned to Shadow and started to cry into his shoulder. I loved this feeling, of being completely safe, welcome, and most of all, a strong sense of love. Pretty soon after my breakdown I stepped back and asked if breakfast was done. He said yes and it was like the moment never happened.
I swore to myself I would not shed another tear over the flock, I knew it hurt Shadow to see me in emotional pain. I walked down the stairs where the chaos was being ensued, I never thought about who was watching the cooking while Shadow was comforting me. Archer was wrestling a frying pan, full of bacon and sizzling hot grease, from Slyver. All the while Grace was arranging our eggs into perfect proportions.
I looked questionably at Shadow, who's eyebrows were raised, he seemed to feel my gaze and turned to meet it.
"I swear," he muttered, "All I asked them was to get the food off the stove and on the plates!" I laughed.
Turning to Archer and Slyver I put my hand firmly on their shoulder's, immediately their wrestling stopped, I heard one of them gulp.
"Now tell me why what you are doing now is a bad idea," I said in my no nonsense voice, carefully taking the frying pan from the hands of the two four year old boys.
"Because one of us could get hurt," Slyver whispered looking at his feet.
"How exactly?" I asked.
This time it was Archer who spoke up, his normal exuberance not resting even at the sight of punishment might lark in the future, "Because the pan's hot and could burn us."
"Right." I let a smile creep onto my lips to show they weren't in trouble.
"Who wants to go to the park today?" I inquired. To answer my question three hands shot up in air. All eyes turned to Shadow who was already eating his eggs.
"Can't, got work today," was all he said and sighs came from everybody, even me. You see Shadow is a doctor, a very good one because his abnormal gift is healing. When I first found out I laughed so hard I cried, little did I know how much of a toll it would take on our family life.
He had to work everyday except weekends because "People don't stop dying because I have a day off, dear," he would always say. Well today was Saturday, and he had been forced by his boss to take extra shifts, especially the last couple of weekends. A couple of times I had jokingly accused him of cheating, but as we had found out weeks after we had met, our kind only mate with one person, so cheating was ruled out.
"Don't let me rain on your parade! You can all go to the park without me," he said.
Slyver whispered beside me so only I could hear, although I doubt I was supposed to, "Yeah that's what you said last week."
After breakfast, we headed different directions, Shadow off to work, while I headed off to the park with our kids. The fact that Shadow wasn't with us didn't stop the screaming, yelling and laughing from happening. Here is what was going on:
Archer was in the weirdest possible position, like he attempted a summersault in his seat, while I was driving, seatbelt fastened, and stopped halfway through the process, arms hanging wildly in every direction.
Grace was busy poking Archer in the face and stomach, since his hands were in an awkward position all he could do was scream for Slyver to help him, but Slyver was laughing too hard to be of use to anyone. Even I, still upset over my husband abandoning had to crack a smile. I mean really how did he get like that!
Pretty soon we came to the park, my kids jumping out of the van. Holding there arms out like wings, the ran to the playground or the sandbox. We had just told Grace she couldn't run around with her wings out because that would put us all in danger. She understood, in many ways she reminded me of Angel with her maturity, and she thought of the idea of holding there arms out instead of her wings.
I walked over to the bench I spent so many days on, and watched as the boys met with there usually friends on the playground, Grace building a sand castle in the sandbox with a boy next to her helping by putting 'special' rocks on the top of piles of sand.
After a couple of minutes I closed my eyes and rolled my head back so it was resting on the back of the bench, maybe if I kept my eyes opened I would have seen them come into the park. Maybe I would have left and stopped all the pain the outcome would have on everybody. Maybe, but probably not, because as soon as Fang stepped into the park his gaze fell on me.
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