So, going through my poems, I decided that Katy (4) is my favorite. I mean, what happened is sucky but I think I wrote that one best. So, both Hati and I were 17 when she got pregnant, which seems weird, but we were living alone without any human contact at all and before then, we'd been living with the rest of our kind (faeries) and had, again, no exposure to mundanes. Having children at 17 is normal for Fair Folk, teen pregnancy to mundanes, and just a liiittttlllleeee too early for some Shadowhunters, unless you are the type that is super reckless and has a high likelihood to get yourself killed in the morning.
Also, I forgot what goes here. Never mind.
(So this poem is because I am bored and Kaleb making Chinese food.)
Chinese Food
"I'm pregnant!"
Hati squealed, jumping up and down.
"We're having a little baby!"
She giggled when I spun her around.
"There must be a celebration!"
I laughed, dragging her to the kitchen.
"What should I cook?"
I ask, grabbing our shopping bags and my keys.
"Chinese!"
She squealed with delight,
excited for the first time in a while.
"Chinese it is!"
I come back with full bags,
then start cooking a feast for kings.
She sits on the counter,
swinging her legs and making bad puns.
And when I let her help with rice,
she drops the bowl.
"You're useless."
I push her and she laughs and falls down.
"I don't cook."
She admits,
and continues goofing around.
We attacked the food,
laughing the whole time.
The food was great,
but I cooked way too much.
We leave it on the table
and head to the Institute,
to figure out the gender of our baby girl.
But, along the way, she started getting scared.
I couldn't figure it out until we got there.
"It will have demon blood."
The Silent Brother said.
And I was fine, but not Hati.
We went back home,
but she pulled the car over by the cliff.
And I packed up the leftovers alone.
