Eli: Hey all! Yes, the four letter word was indeed hate. Beloved, it is
soooo nice to see you! *Bids clones to stop their stalking* Chaosti, thank-
you for explaining! And notice I never said she was breast feeding, but
that she just fed him. *gryn* Sorry about the bit of violence, but it was
the only thing that would have stopped our black dragon. Don't worry,
Bethany is a tough cookie and understands that her father was VERY upset.
But no more, no more.
Cassandra....... Your review caught my attention. If you are over your shock from the "disturbing" things you read about in my story, let me explain. *deep breath* There are three things that make up people: Mind, body, and soul (heart is part of your mind and body.) Bethany and Dominic are eight and nine in body, but are much older in their minds.(remember how Bethany was at least nineteen in her head when she had her perriculum?) The reason they do not act totally like they are young adults and for the most part act like kids is because their souls are still the souls of children( innocense, ignorance, playful, immature). I wrote this story how I see the future of witchblade as it would be in reality, thus not perfect and partly strange since life is in no way normal or perfect. I hope this explanation helps more than just yourself, but also helps my other readers as well. If this is not good enough and you still find this story "disturbing", then I kindly suggest you move on.
Anyway, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
-Morning-
Nicky and Chris woke up much earlier than usual. They snuck out of their room and went into the living room, where they woke up Gracie. The three of them went quietly into the kitchen.
"Okay." Nicky started. "I do the drinks, Chris do the pancakes, and Gracie do the toast. Got it?" Chris and Gracie nodded. The three of them began to make breakfast.
Gracie climbed onto the counter and grabbed four pieces of toast. She turned and put them into the toaster. Then she jumped down, landing with a thud. Nicky and Chris both turned around and told her to hush up. She tiptoed into the Dinning room and grabbed a chair. She brought it back to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and used the chair to help her get the butter.
She was trying to climb down the chair quietly when her foot slipped and she fell onto the ground on her behind. Both boys turned around to hush her. Her lower lip trembled and she pouted. Chris went over and put a finger to her lips.
"Don't cry, Gracie. You okay. Please don't cry. Please?" He whispered. She blinked away tears and nodded. He went back to what he was doing. Gracie got up and went to go finish the toast.
Nicky was making coffee. He did everything he had seen his Daddy do every morning. When it was finished, he got some mugs and poured the coffee. He dripped half of it onto the counter, but the rest got into the mugs. He grabbed the sugar. He wasn't sure how much to put, so he guessed.
Just as he finished the coffee, he noticed a burning smell. "Hey, what's that smell?"
Gracie, who had started to help Chris, and Chris shrugged their shoulders. Their eyes fell to the toaster. "Uh oh." Gracie blurted out. The toaster was smoking. The three of them rushed over and popped the bottom. The toast was as black as night. Nicky opened the window and tried to move the smoke to go that way.
Gracie sighed and looked at the toast. It would not do. She went over to where they kept the bread and then got worried. "You guys, there's no more bread." She said in panic. Nicky groaned and then looked at the toast.
"We're gonna have to use these pieces then. Butter them up, Grace." He told her. She nodded and did just that.
Chris was trying his best to make pancakes. He had figured out how to mix it together just fine. It was the cooking it that was the problem. He was not quite sure what to do. He put the mix onto the pan and waited for a minute or two. Then he took hold of the handle and attempted to flip the pancake. He threw it up as hard as he could. Chris looked up and but his lip.
"Oops." The pancake was stuck to the ceiling. He looked at Nicky and Gracie to make sure they didn't notice, before he started the next one. He tried flipping them as well, but not as hard. Unlike the box, all the pancakes turned out in weird shapes, none like a circle.
Gracie, Nicky, and Chris piled the food onto plates, and then piled up the plates and mugs and napkins and forks onto a pizxa box since it was the only thing they could find that would carry all the stuff. Then they quietly tiptoed into Danny and Lee's room. They looked in. They were fast asleep. Chris, Nicky, and Gracie smirked.
"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!" They yelled out. Danny and Lee jolted awake.
"Huh, what?" Lee mumbled out. Danny pried his eyes open and looked at the clock.
"It's only 6:23." He said quietly. He rubbed his head and looked at the three kids standing by the bed with a pizza box. The kids looked at them confused.
"Isn't today your anniversary?" Chris asked.
Lee and Danny nodded. The kids smiled. "We made you breakfast." Nicky told them proudly.
"Oh, thanks." The kids placed the pizza box on the bed. Danny and Lee cautiously looked at it. There were black squares that kinda looked like toast. There were these funny shaped things in syrup that had to be some sort of pancakes. The only recognizeable thing was the coffee. Danny picked up a mug and took a sip. He choked on it and had to grab a napkin.
He leaned over to Lee and whispered "It tastes like liquid sugar." Lee giggled. "Then Nicky must have made it."
They both took a bite out of the toast. They managed to swallow it and faked some smiles. Then they moved onto the 'pancakes'. They were grateful that it tasted okay. When they were done, they turned to the kids.
"Thanks guys, this was really...... Interesting."
"Yes. Thank-you." The kids were all smiling proudly. Danny and Lee got up to go put the dishes away. They stepped into the kitchen and...
"Oh my God!" Lee exclaimed. Their perfectly clean kictchen was a mess! There was coffee and sugar all over on side of the cabinet. There were empty bags and dirty bowls littering the other half of it. Lee came over to the stove and looked down at it. There was pancake mix all over the place. Lee was about to comment when she felt something land on her head.
"Danny! Something just got me!" She said, very annoyed. He turned around and looked at her and began to laugh. She glared at him. "This is not funny! I can't get it off!"
"It's.... It's a pancake....." He finally stopped laughing and helped her remove it as best she could. The kids came into the kitchen.
"What happened?"
"A pancake fell on my head!" Lee exclaimed. The boys giggled. Gracie elbowed them.
"Sorry Aunt Lee." Gracie said.
"Sorry Mom." Came from the boys. She shook her head.
"I'm going to go take a shower." She left the room. Danny motioned the three kids to come to him. They slowly made their way closer.
"You kids clean up this mess. All of it. We are very thankful for the breakfast, but we do not need to clean today. After you are done, wake up Una and Luke and get dressed. Then we will all go out to get something for you guys to eat. Alright?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Yes, Uncle Danny." They replied. He nodded his head. The kids began to clean the room before they could change their mind.
Coming Attractions:
Lizzie Comes a Callin'
Cassandra....... Your review caught my attention. If you are over your shock from the "disturbing" things you read about in my story, let me explain. *deep breath* There are three things that make up people: Mind, body, and soul (heart is part of your mind and body.) Bethany and Dominic are eight and nine in body, but are much older in their minds.(remember how Bethany was at least nineteen in her head when she had her perriculum?) The reason they do not act totally like they are young adults and for the most part act like kids is because their souls are still the souls of children( innocense, ignorance, playful, immature). I wrote this story how I see the future of witchblade as it would be in reality, thus not perfect and partly strange since life is in no way normal or perfect. I hope this explanation helps more than just yourself, but also helps my other readers as well. If this is not good enough and you still find this story "disturbing", then I kindly suggest you move on.
Anyway, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
-Morning-
Nicky and Chris woke up much earlier than usual. They snuck out of their room and went into the living room, where they woke up Gracie. The three of them went quietly into the kitchen.
"Okay." Nicky started. "I do the drinks, Chris do the pancakes, and Gracie do the toast. Got it?" Chris and Gracie nodded. The three of them began to make breakfast.
Gracie climbed onto the counter and grabbed four pieces of toast. She turned and put them into the toaster. Then she jumped down, landing with a thud. Nicky and Chris both turned around and told her to hush up. She tiptoed into the Dinning room and grabbed a chair. She brought it back to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and used the chair to help her get the butter.
She was trying to climb down the chair quietly when her foot slipped and she fell onto the ground on her behind. Both boys turned around to hush her. Her lower lip trembled and she pouted. Chris went over and put a finger to her lips.
"Don't cry, Gracie. You okay. Please don't cry. Please?" He whispered. She blinked away tears and nodded. He went back to what he was doing. Gracie got up and went to go finish the toast.
Nicky was making coffee. He did everything he had seen his Daddy do every morning. When it was finished, he got some mugs and poured the coffee. He dripped half of it onto the counter, but the rest got into the mugs. He grabbed the sugar. He wasn't sure how much to put, so he guessed.
Just as he finished the coffee, he noticed a burning smell. "Hey, what's that smell?"
Gracie, who had started to help Chris, and Chris shrugged their shoulders. Their eyes fell to the toaster. "Uh oh." Gracie blurted out. The toaster was smoking. The three of them rushed over and popped the bottom. The toast was as black as night. Nicky opened the window and tried to move the smoke to go that way.
Gracie sighed and looked at the toast. It would not do. She went over to where they kept the bread and then got worried. "You guys, there's no more bread." She said in panic. Nicky groaned and then looked at the toast.
"We're gonna have to use these pieces then. Butter them up, Grace." He told her. She nodded and did just that.
Chris was trying his best to make pancakes. He had figured out how to mix it together just fine. It was the cooking it that was the problem. He was not quite sure what to do. He put the mix onto the pan and waited for a minute or two. Then he took hold of the handle and attempted to flip the pancake. He threw it up as hard as he could. Chris looked up and but his lip.
"Oops." The pancake was stuck to the ceiling. He looked at Nicky and Gracie to make sure they didn't notice, before he started the next one. He tried flipping them as well, but not as hard. Unlike the box, all the pancakes turned out in weird shapes, none like a circle.
Gracie, Nicky, and Chris piled the food onto plates, and then piled up the plates and mugs and napkins and forks onto a pizxa box since it was the only thing they could find that would carry all the stuff. Then they quietly tiptoed into Danny and Lee's room. They looked in. They were fast asleep. Chris, Nicky, and Gracie smirked.
"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!" They yelled out. Danny and Lee jolted awake.
"Huh, what?" Lee mumbled out. Danny pried his eyes open and looked at the clock.
"It's only 6:23." He said quietly. He rubbed his head and looked at the three kids standing by the bed with a pizza box. The kids looked at them confused.
"Isn't today your anniversary?" Chris asked.
Lee and Danny nodded. The kids smiled. "We made you breakfast." Nicky told them proudly.
"Oh, thanks." The kids placed the pizza box on the bed. Danny and Lee cautiously looked at it. There were black squares that kinda looked like toast. There were these funny shaped things in syrup that had to be some sort of pancakes. The only recognizeable thing was the coffee. Danny picked up a mug and took a sip. He choked on it and had to grab a napkin.
He leaned over to Lee and whispered "It tastes like liquid sugar." Lee giggled. "Then Nicky must have made it."
They both took a bite out of the toast. They managed to swallow it and faked some smiles. Then they moved onto the 'pancakes'. They were grateful that it tasted okay. When they were done, they turned to the kids.
"Thanks guys, this was really...... Interesting."
"Yes. Thank-you." The kids were all smiling proudly. Danny and Lee got up to go put the dishes away. They stepped into the kitchen and...
"Oh my God!" Lee exclaimed. Their perfectly clean kictchen was a mess! There was coffee and sugar all over on side of the cabinet. There were empty bags and dirty bowls littering the other half of it. Lee came over to the stove and looked down at it. There was pancake mix all over the place. Lee was about to comment when she felt something land on her head.
"Danny! Something just got me!" She said, very annoyed. He turned around and looked at her and began to laugh. She glared at him. "This is not funny! I can't get it off!"
"It's.... It's a pancake....." He finally stopped laughing and helped her remove it as best she could. The kids came into the kitchen.
"What happened?"
"A pancake fell on my head!" Lee exclaimed. The boys giggled. Gracie elbowed them.
"Sorry Aunt Lee." Gracie said.
"Sorry Mom." Came from the boys. She shook her head.
"I'm going to go take a shower." She left the room. Danny motioned the three kids to come to him. They slowly made their way closer.
"You kids clean up this mess. All of it. We are very thankful for the breakfast, but we do not need to clean today. After you are done, wake up Una and Luke and get dressed. Then we will all go out to get something for you guys to eat. Alright?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Yes, Uncle Danny." They replied. He nodded his head. The kids began to clean the room before they could change their mind.
Coming Attractions:
Lizzie Comes a Callin'