Two Years Later
"Lucas, sweetie, stop pulling mommy's hair," Rashel carefully eased his grubby toddler hand out of her tangled hair and plucked a sheathed dagger out of Zach's flying hand. "Zachary, no playing with sharp things."
Rakasha, sitting across the floor from Rashel, smiled at her sisters transformation from ruthless slayer to dotting mother. Not that she couldn't transform back in a moment's notice, it was just how naturally it came to her. Especially considering the patch of fluffy blonde hair on Lucas' head.
"Ah da. Ah da. Ah da," Lucas cried, forcing his hands back into her hair and smacking Zach with his flying fist. With indignation, Zach smacked him back before crumpling onto the floor in tears. Both boys were wailing enough to give Rakasha a headache but Rashel seamlessly scooped both boys into her arms and muttered soothing words to them.
Lucas, the firstto recover, struggled out of her hold and began crawling towards the play blocks Rakasha was holding. She held them out to him but he ignored them and crawled onto her lap.
With a very serious expression he pointed at her, "Me kitty. Me kitty."
Rakasha smiled, remembering the bundle of fur Rashel was holding when they came home from the hospital. It seemed the shifter blood still ran strong in her veins.
He had definitely been a surprise, every possible test suggesting his normal humanity and then poof. Ball of silky black fur.
Now she held him away as he gnawed innocently on her arm, his bare gums soggy and soft against her skin.
Lamia and shifter. Interesting twins these two made.
As she watched, Rashel tickled Zach until his crying changed to a fit of giggles.
"Hey," Quinn said as he fell into a lazy position beside her. She looked at him, taking in his wet hair and wild grin. Lucas immediately reached over and Quinn lifted him up, cradling the toddler in his arms. "Did you get bigger? I swear you were smaller this morning."
The toddler giggled, grabbing a fistful of Quinn's shirt and shoving it into his mouth, "Ah da."
"That's right, Da-da's here," he gently pried his shirt out of the toddlers mouth and swung him up into the air. A squeal of giggles following suit.
Rakasha looked at the time, unfolding herself from her position on the floor, "Well, it's time for me to go. Should I pick you up at twelve, Rashel?"
Her sister looked up, transforming into the slayer instantaneously, "We'll be done by eleven if I'm right on the location of the coven. Ten, if I can get Delos and Jez to come."
"Okay, see you tonight. Bye Quinn," She waved at them, shutting the playroom door with one last look behind her. Quinn was saying something to Rashel, her eyes lighting up with laughter as she rocked Zach to sleep in her arms.
With a resounding click, the door shut behind her.