Hey y'all, I'm back. I know I haven't been updating a hell of a lot but that's because of things going on in my life at the moment. Don't worry, I'm not abandoning this story.
Anyways, this is my version of the aftermath of 'Rita her Rights'. Enjoy.
The ride home from the county jail had been uneventful to say the least; Lexx and Leif didn't squabble with each other, Lane hardly cracked any puns, even Luke toned it down with the loud music. Who could be loud and rowdy during a time like this? Lincoln could only stare out of the window as he and his family processed what went on in the past few hours.
It only took thirty minutes for Vanzilla to pull up into the Loud House driveway. ""Welp, we're here, I guess," Lynn Sr., the patriarch of the family, began. "Go inside, boys, I gotta speak to your mom."
The only replies he received were half-hearted 'Yeahs' and 'Sures', as the Loud brothers all got out of the decrepit van and walked through the front door. This left only Lynn Sr. and Rita as the only ones still inside Vanzilla.
He looked over to Rita, who barely changed expression since the ride home. Lynn Sr. frowned.
"Rita?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Y'know, you never answered my question."
Rita turned toward her husband and sighed. "Do we really have to do this right now?"
"Sweetcheeks, I just-I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to talk to me about needing some time for yourself. I mean, we and the boys would've been just fine," Lynn said.
"That's the problem," the blonde mother replied.
"What is?"
"Don't you get it, Lynn?" Rita began.
Lynn gripped the steering wheel, his hands clenching with anxiety. "Look, I know you're upset-"
"Do you, though? Do you?" Rita replied, defensive. "I mean, every single day, every single night, I-I'm dealing with something involving you or the boys. It's maddening!"
"Oh what, you don't think I'm doing the same?!" Lynn remarked. "God, it's like a jungle in there, I know!"
"Lynn, the walls inside of that house are thin. We can hear what we're saying to each other all the time." Rita huffed and ran her hand through her hair. "You see what I'm trying to get at, sweetie?"
"You're still not answering my question," Lynn said. "Why didn't you say anything? What, you felt like you couldn't trust us enou-"
"It's not about trust," Rita interrupted. "It's about having a little privacy."
With that said, Rita swiftly got out of Vanzilla, while Lynn followed after her. She got up to the door when he called out to her.
"Rita-"
"Look at us!" Rita said, motioning her arms to herself and him. "We deal with eleven kids almost 24/7, we're stressing ourselves out almost every day, we're practically bound by the f**kin' hip as it is, Lynn. Is it so bad that I feel like I shouldn't have to ask anyone for a little time alone? Don't I have a right to wanna keep to myself sometimes?!"
The father noticed the profanity, which Rita only used when severely stressed out or excited. Lynn could only look down in shame; although he wasn't intending to be that way, sometimes he and the boys did have a tendency to want Rita to be around and support them a lot.
'God, I messed up,' he thought to himself.
"No, no. You didn't mess up Lynn," Rita said.
"Did I say that out loud?"
Rita nodded and walked toward Lynn standing in the grass. The patriarch of the family rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I didn't realize how stressed you felt."
"Sometimes it's just so much at once," Rita replied. Lynn hugged his wife, wanting some comfort to go to her.
"God, I'm sorry," he apologized, rubbing Rita's back.
After a few moments of hugging, Lynn faced Rita, gripping her shoulders. "Y'know what? Tomorrow, you are getting the whole day off."
"Lynn-"
"Let me finish Rita. I'm taking the boys out tomorrow and you get the whole house to yourself. However many hours you need for a little 'Rita Time'."
The blonde mother smiled widely and kissed Lynn fully on the lips. "Oh thank you, honey," she said.
Lynn grinned. "C'mon, let's get inside."
From upstairs in the hallway, all eleven of the Loud brothers were looking out of the corner window, having witnessed everything.
Loki turned away from the window and sighed. "We literally suck, don't we Lincoln?"
"I dunno-I wanna say we can be better, but, I just-" Lincoln sighed, unable to answer.
"No, don't sugarcoat it. We all suck," Loki re-confirmed. "But y'know what we're gonna do about it?"
There will be a part 2 to this.
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