Chapter 1
Beverly Bighead waited in line to pull into the special school. That was where her adopted daughter, Emily went. Bev loved Emily dearly. Emily truly was a blessing. She may have been severely disabled, although she truly was wonderful. Bev cherished Emily much more than anything else. Emily was quiet, mature, and liked to be by herself. Beverly truly admired Emily
Emily was a cute, 10 year old girl with blonde hair that was often pulled up into a little ponytail. Emily was quiet, yet always said something funny when the moment called for it. Emily lost her birth parents to terrorism, and had been severely neglected, and abused by gang members. The gang members had been shot, and she was found, and taken to an orphanage. The orphanage was gentle, nice, although she never received any stimulation, or care. The owner of the orphanage died, and she was on the streets until she was taken to the Children's hospital. She was adopted by a family there after, although that family passed away in a plane crash Emily was in. Emily watched her adoptive parents die. The Bigheads adopted Emily after she went back to the Children's hospital. Emily had seen violence, death, watched her orphanage director die, almost faced death, and had been abused severely. She had seen hands cut off with vices, she'd watched her birth parents die, and she had been stabbed among many things.
Because of severe abuse, and neglect in the orphanage, and on the streets, Emily had a low Intelligence Quotient of 81, and had difficulty learning, processing information, abstract thinking, reasoning, logic, and problem solving. She also could not read fluently, or spell, basically she was disabled.
When Beverly adopted her, Emily could barely sit up, swallow, or talk. With much early Intervention, Emily was improving. Now, she could at least eat independently.
Beverly was a woman, a female toad. No, seriously, she's from "Rocko's Modern Life". Anyhow, Bev was someone who always wanted more from a man. She had always wanted her sexual desires to be met. She had many sexual desires, and she loved having sex with a compassionate man. She needed a man that understood. Ed was nice. Although, while he was at work, Beverly wanted someone she could have day sex with. Rocko was that someone. He was compassionate, gentle, and loving. He would be a perfect role model for Emily. She had already had sex with him, behind Ed's back. She just wanted more to satisfy her desires as a woman.
Beverly pulled into the parking lot at Emily's school. She got out of her car, holding a gift bag. She had bought Emily a necklace as a present, as well as some almond milk for after school.
Emily sat inside, playing with her teddy bear, quietly. "Hello, my amazing love". Bev said in a deep, raspy, yet feminine voice. Beverly's register was almost suggestive. Emily kept playing with her bear. "Emily". Bev said, gently. Emily looked up, responding to Bev's voice. "Hello, sweetie". Beverly said, gently. "How was your day?". "Mommy". Emily said, in a broken, disabled, underdeveloped speech pattern, and cadence. "Sweetie, you look beautiful". Beverly said kindly, kissing both of Emily's cheeks. "You are so wonderful". "My perfect girl". "Mommy, I made flower". Emily said, showing Beverly her arts, and crafts project she made. "That looks amazing, sweetie". Bev said, gently. "You are learning so much, yes you are". Bev tickled Emily's cheek. "Did you have fun today?". "I ate all my soup". "My soup is all gone". Emily said, showing Bev her lunch box. "That's very good, sweetie". Bev said, gently. "You have been doing so well". "I am always proud of you". "My teacher says that I get a sticker". Emily said, as they walked out to the car. "That's lovely, sweetie". Beverly said, gently. "I went by the store this afternoon, and picked up a special something". Beverly took Emily's almond milk from her purse.
"I got your favorite almond milk, just in case you get thirsty". Bev said, gently. "Milk". Emily pointed. "There you go, sweetie". Beverly said, opening Emily's almond milk container. "Let's go home, we'll make some spaghetti, we'll get some more milk". "It'll be a lovely evening". Bev said, gently. "Ok". Emily said, getting in her car seat. Beverly buckled her in. Emily was 10, although Bev and Ed were very protective of Emily. Emily played with her teddy bear, petting his ears. "I have a brown bear". Emily said. "Is he brown?". Bev said, gently. "Yeah". Emily said.
Bev loved her daughter, Emily, dearly. How Emily talked, how she was so calm, and quiet, so kind. Bev knew even though Emily would need to have specialized care, she would always be seen as a hero to Bev. "Sweetie, do you have to go potty?". Bev asked, kindly. "I'm sure we won't be behind anything, but, better safe than sorry". "No". Emily said. "I went potty at school". "Mm k". Bev said, gently "I'm very happy to hear you're learning how to write your name". "I'm trying". Emily said. "You're doing very well". Bev said, kindly. "Thank you". Emily said.
They pulled into the driveway of the Bighead's house. It was a moderate house with some amenities. Although, it was fine the way it was. Emily drank her almond milk, as Bev helped her out of her car seat. "Mommy, my bear drinks almond milk". Emily said. "That's lovely". Bev said, gently. "We'll get you into some pajamas, and then we'll get some more almond milk". "Does that sound good?". "Ok". Emily said. "Good, sweetie". "Mm, I love you, so much". Bev kissed Emily's cheek. They went into the house, seeing Ed sleep on his easy chair. "Daddy's sleeping". Emily pointed. "Yes, he is". Bev said, kindly. "We have to be quiet". Emily said. "We sure do". Bev said, gently. Bev took Emily's old clothes out of her school bag, making a pile for the laundry.
"Emily, what kind of spaghetti would you like for tonight?". Bev asked, kindly. "Let's pick out your favorite kind". She showed Emily some boxes of different kinds of noodles; penne, fusilli, pasta shells, and macaroni. "I like that one". Emily said, pointing to the fusilli. "This is a delicious one". Bev said, gently. "I like it, as well". Emily was about to put her hand in the box. "Emily sweetie, let's let the pasta sit for a while, up here". Bev said, kindly. "We'll make it later tonight". "Ok". Emily said. "Sweetie, are you ready to get dressed into your jammies?". Bev asked, kindly. "Yes". Emily said. "I can do it by myself". Emily said. "Mm k, love". Bev said, gently. Emily went into her room, putting on her full body pajamas. She came out, wearing princess pajamas. "Sweetie, you look so lovely". Bev said smiling, putting aside the Fusilli pasta.
"I'm so impressed". Bev said, gently. "You got dressed all by yourself". "You are so magnificent". "Thank you". Emily said. "Love you to death, sweetie". Bev whispered, gently. "I know". Emily replied. Bev kissed Emily's forehead. There was mumbling, groaning, as Ed stirred awake from his nap. "Godammit!". Ed said, shaking his face, stirring awake. He got up off of the easy chair, coming into the kitchen. "Mmph, nothing happened while you were gone, right?". Ed asked. "Not really". Bev said. "I picked her up, earlier". "She's doing fine?". Ed asked. "She is". Bev whispered scandalously. "She's doing more things independently". "She learned to dress herself, she has a concept as to why food goes in the fridge". "She is improving intellectually". "She could have a chance". Ed said. "She could, but she still doesn't possess any skill". Bev whispered half sympathetic, half scandalous, "She is a hard worker, and she's so selfless, but she just isn't capable". She looked at Emily playing with her dolls over in the corner. She felt bad for Emily knowing it wasn't Emily's fault she had an intellectual disability. It wasn't her fault she had trauma. It certainly wasn't her fault she had experienced so much adversity.
Bev wanted to be Emily's advocate. She wanted to be Rachel's source of hope. "I was thinking later, we put her to bed early, and "do some things"". Ed said, squeezing Bev's behind. "Certainly". Bev said in a suggestive register. Bev kissed Ed on the mouth, curling her tongue around his. "Put your tongue in my ear". Bev said, suggestively. Ed squeezed her behind again. Emily played with her dolls, as she looked down at her necklace her birth mom gave to her. It was a St. Jude medal. Rachel felt her birth mom's presence, she knew her birth mom was always with her. She felt her birth mom, in her heart. She felt the presence of her birth mother, and her birth father. Emily loved praying. She loved going to church, and acknowledging god as a source of comfort.
Emily did something that always soothed her when she felt lonely, or felt sad to keep her spirits up. She sang. She had a beautiful voice, and a lot of talent, even if she wasn't smart.
"How I miss you".
"Count the stars".
"They seem so far away".
"The world is different".
"It seems far".
"So far away".
"I've been doing better though".
"See our futures glow".
"Glow away".
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night".
"Take these broken wings and learn to fly".
"All your life,
You were only waiting
For this moment to arrive".
"Blackbird fly".
"Blackbird fly".
Into the light of a dark black night".
Emily sang, as she played with her dolls. She sang, even if she felt happy. Which most of the time, she did. Bev looked over at Emily, feeling inspired, smitten with Emily's singing voice. She loved seeing Emily play, be herself, and feel safe. Bev was glad Emily was safe. There was no trauma that could affect her now. "Sweetie". Bev said, kindly. Emily kept playing with her dolls, singing. "Emily". Bev said, gently. Emily looked up at Bev, responding to her name. "mommy". Emily pointed. "Love, let's get some pasta ready". Bev said, gently. "Is that spaghetti?". Emily asked. "Yes, it is". Bev said, kindly. "I bought some of your favorite spaghetti sauce". "Marinara". "What's marinara?". Emily asked, pronouncing the word in her broken cadence, and underdeveloped speech pattern. It sounded incomplete, broken, damaged before birth, abused. Bev was sympathetic to this, although.
"Sweetie, Marinara is a kind of spaghetti sauce". Bev said, gently. "It's what we use for our spaghetti". "Spaghetti sauce is red". Emily said. "That is because it's made from tomatoes". Bev said, kindly. "I know you love tomatoes, sweetie". "There are tomatoes that are green". Emily said. "That is before they're ripe". Bev said, gently. She showed Rachel a red tomato. "Wow!". Emily said. "That's big". "It is". Bev said, guiding Emily along with what the world around her, was. "Let's boil our spaghetti noodles". Bev said, gently. She took out a pot, setting it on the stove. She then put the Fusilli noodle box out, boiling the water. Emily took a Fusilli noodle out, playing with it. "Sweetie, let's put that in here". Bev said, gently. "Ok". Emily said, putting the Fusilli noodle in the pot.
"Hey, sunshine". Ed said, in a semi gentle manner. "Daddy". Emily said, pointing. "Did you have a good day in school, today?". Ed asked. "I played with my bear". Emily said. "I ate all of my soup". "It's all gone, now". "That's great". Ed said, in a busied manner, looking down at his paperwork briefcase. "I'll bet you did really well". "I can write my name all by myself". Emily said. "Great". Ed said, acknowledging her, as he looked through his briefcase. Emily began singing to herself, quietly again. Emily wanted to be by herself. "Ohh, sweetie". Bev fawned in kindness, and in admiration. "Sweetie, you are so amazing". Bev said, gently. Emily didn't respond, instead only singing. "Emily". Bev said, kindly. Emily looked up upon hearing her name. "Mommy?". Emily asked. "Oh, I was just...oh, well, it's nothing, sweetie". Bev said, kindly. She stood, admiring her Emily. Emily stood, looking up, walking around, singing to herself. She had a beautiful voice.
Bev continued making spaghetti, as Emily helped. Emily was quiet, yet selfless, and humble. "Strong, kind, thoughtful". Bev smiled, as Emily held her dolls. "Let's go wash our hands, sweetie". Bev said, gently, as she put the fusilli noodles in a strainer. She cut up pieces of cheese curds to put in Emily's spaghetti. Emily still played with her dolls. "Emily". Bev addressed, kindly. Emily looked up at Bev. "let's wash our hands for dinner, ok?". "Then, we'll wait for our friends". Bev said, kindly. "Ok, mommy". Emily said. "I love you so much, darling". Bev said, gently, kissing Emily's cheek. "I love you too, mommy". Emily said. Bev prepared the sauce in a pan, as Emily took her dolls in the bathroom.
A bit later, there was a knock at the door. For once, the knock wasn't repetitive, or put in a pattern. Opening, Bev saw, Filburt, and Paula Hutchinson (turtle as of now), there. Paula held a cherry pie in her hand, and a sleeved lemon yellow, business dress. Filburt came in, being proper, and mannerly, as usual. "Hello". Paula said in an upbeat, yet polite manner. She was down to Earth, compared to Filburt. "Hello". Bev said, hugging Paula. "Ed I presume". Filburt said, making a polite introduction. Ed grumbled, and complained. "Hey". He said in a gruff manner. "How is everyone?". Paula asked, in a friendly, yet adult manner. "We're doing very well". Bev said, taking Paula's pie into the kitchen. "This looks delicious, dear". Bev said. "Thank you, it's my mother's recipe". Paula said. "It was amazing she still let me use it". "I've made Ed desserts that were handed down". Bev said. Bev had on her heels. Paula had on heels as well. "It's the quickest way to a man's conscience". Bev winked. "That's true". Paula said.
Rachel came out of her room, holding her bear. "Mommy, I helped make spaghetti". Emily said. "Yes, you did, dear". Bev smiled a gentle smile. "You did very well". Bev kissed Emily's cheek. "Hi, Emily". Paula said in a friendly manner. "Hi". Emily said, turning her head. "How are you, sweetie?". Paula asked, kindly. "Good". Emily said. "Did you help mommy make spaghetti?". Paula talked to Emily on a child-friendly level. "Yes". Emily said. "Mommy's very proud of you". Paula said in a friendly manner. "I'm always proud". Bev said, gently. She tickled Emily's cheek. "My best love". Bev nuzzled Emily. Paula smiled, chuckling. She understood Emily and Bev's relationship as not only mother and daughter, but also close friends.
"Are those your new jammies?". Paula said to Emily bending down to meet her level. "Yes". Emily said. "Those look so cute". Paula smiled. "You look like a million". "Thank you". Emily said. Paula hugged Emily. "I got a brown bear". Emily said. "That's so cool, sweetie". Paula said. "Did you play with him in school today?". "Yes". Emily said. "That's neat". Paula said, smiling. "You always look so beautiful when I come to see you". "I have a pony tail". Emily said. "Did Mommy put it in?". Paula said, smiling. "Yes". Emily said. "I made my mommy a flower". Emily showed Bev her flower she made in school. "That looks wonderful, love". Bev said, gently. "I love it, just as much as I love you". Bev kissed Emily's cheek, nuzzling her. "Sweetie, that was so thoughtful". Bev said, gently. taking Emily's hands in hers. "You always make my day". "I am so proud of the wonderful, kind, and thoughtful person you are". "Thank you". Emily said. "You are so inspirational, and perfect in every way". Bev said, kindly. She was sweet, and motherly toward Emily. "Do you know what "inspirational" means?". Bev guided, in a nurturing, gentle manner. "No". Emily said. "Inspirational" "means you have such an influence on someone". Bev said, gently. "It's when you mean so much to someone and they love you". "That is what you are to me". "An inspiration". "Oh, ok". Emily said.
"Thank you for being so kind". Bev said, gently. Although in her deep, voice that bordered on suggestive. "You're welcome".Emilyl said. Bev chuckled, nuzzling Emily "Mm, you're my perfect girl". Bev said, kissing Emily's forehead. "Mommy, can I sit with you, and daddy?". Emily asked. "Of course, sweetie". Bev said, rubbing Emily's back. Emily sat down at the table. "Hello, Emily". Filburt said, putting a hand on Emily's back. "Hi". Emily said. "How are you, today?". Filburt asked, kindly. "Feeling happy?". "Yes". Emily said. "I made my mommy a flower, and I ate all my soup". "That's really good to hear". Filburt said. "You're getting so big". "Kind of". Emily said. Filburt chuckled, as Emily sat, hearing the adult's conversation. "It didn't take long to come over here". Filburt said. "Luckily, 95 wasn't that bad". "It was bottleneck". "I don't think it was anything to be concerned about, was it?". Paula said to Filburt. "We just had to come over the long way, but, other than that, no real problems". "Well, I am weary of turning onto intersections". Filburt said. "It's always a real problem when someone's coming the opposite way, and I have to pull out". "You did it, though". Paula said. "At least I'm somewhat sure of myself now". Filburt said. "If it wasn't for me, you still wouldn't drive at night". Paula said. "It depends on where we're going". Filburt said. "I did take you to Mofford Springs, you loved that". Paula said. "If we're going somewhere romantic, or somewhere with collector's plates, he'll drive there".
"I'd never go anywhere at night". Ed grumbled. "Why drive if you can't see anything". "You became pretty acclimated to it, after I convinced you". Bev said. "Oh, right". Ed replied. They both felt a longing, Bev mostly, toward one another. Toward the pleasures of sex. Bev could feel a want. Bev wanted to get naked with her husband, and do things in her bedroom. Or if her husband was at work, get naked with Rocko, and satisfy urges in her bedroom. At the least, it would be a release from raising an adopted child with special needs. Bev could feel her old v getting a chilling sensation. Bev could feel a desire, an urge, a drive that should be met in its entirety.
"He didn't want to go, unless he was sure there was no one on the roads". Paula said. "Why would anyone be out at 7 in the evening?". Filburt asked. "Well, they might be doing things; fun things". Paula said, rubbing Filburt's shoulder. "Perhaps". Filburt said. Emily looked up, adding something. "You have to look both ways when you cross the street". Emily said. "That's right, sweetie". Paula said. "You're so smart". "Then you have to read the stop sign". "Stop sign says, stop". Emily said. "Right again". Paula smiled. "You're a smart little cookie, huh?". She hugged Emily. Everyone talked about that for a bit. There was a bit of a pause, before Ed said something. "Darn tax place on 5th wasn't open, so I couldn't bring anything in". Ed said. "I got ours done on 9th". Filburt said. "While I hate how other people have touched the envelope, I do enjoy doing them". "I never know how to do them". Paula said. "I always had him do them".
"They're not hard, although I didn't like the property increase of 20% from last year". Filburt said. "Darn property increase". Ed grumbled. "It was up from 3% this past month". "Didn't help that the majority of my property is county supervised". "We're comfortable". Filburt said. "Our income is 9 to 10,000 a year". "I do handle the lower end of it, while my wife has the greater salary, but I never enjoy the property increase". "For my company I've worked for for 23 years, I've never had a property increase, until a year ago". Ed said, harshly. "It makes me mad to see that these executives get the larger buyout, while we sit here, working hard, and we only get 2% of the buyout". "Our property increase was 30% as of last year". "It's terrible". Paula said. "My company has larger buyouts for everyone, because I'm an Obstetrician, so we get the equal amount of payout". "But our clearance doesn't register until a year from now, and we have a salary cut because of the admin". "That's unfair, honey". Filburt said. "Yeah, well, it's been that way for years". Ed said. "You're going to have to get used to it". "True, although I am doing a board review". Paula said. "I might be an overseer for the medical personnel". "That sounds lovely". "Good for you". Bev said. Emily added something again. "Do you help people?". Emily asked. "I do, sweetie". Paula said, kindly. "I am a special kind of doctor for mommies". "Why do mommies have to go to the doctor?". Emily asked. "Well, because Mommies can get sick just like kids do". Paula said, kindly. "My bear goes to the doctor". Emily said. "That's great, I'm sure he gets better just like you do". Paula said, kindly.
"She is so sweet, she'll take her stuffed bear, Brown bear, into the doctor's office with her, if she gets anxious". Bev said, gently, with admiration for Emily. "Huh, sweetie". Bev smiled, knowing how cute Emily was. "You love taking Brown bear to the doctor's". Bev said, gently. "Brown Bear goes to the doctor". Emily said. "Yes, he does". Bev said, kindly. "He sits with you, while the doctor sees you". Bev kept it simple for Rachel to understand. She kept it simple for a cute, innocent, yet handicapped little girl. "This is brown bear". Emily said, holding her teddy bear. "Aww that's adorable, sweetie". Paula said, gently. "I'm sure he'll eat spaghetti with us". Paula chuckled, nuzzling Emily
"Sweetie, are you ready for dinner?". Bev asked Emily, kindly. "Yes". Emily said. "Let's get some spaghetti, honey". Bev said, kindly. She got up, preparing the bowls. She put Fusilli noodles in some bowls, with marinara over top of them. She filled five bowls. "My special Emily chose the noodles for our spaghetti". Bev said, swooning over Emily, awing over her again. "She's a sweetie". Paula said, smiling. "She is an excellent chef". Filburt said. "She's our favorite". Ed said, rubbing Emily's back. "Huh, Emily?". "Are you a daddy's girl?". Ed said, kindly. "Mm, this should be interesting". Filburt said. "Sweetie, who do you like better, mommy, or daddy?". Paula asked. "I like my mommy and daddy". Emily said. "Aww she likes you both". Paula chuckled. "She is a sweetheart". "She is". Bev said, kindly. She kissed Emily's cheek.
"She's got a great singing voice". Ed said. "I heard her singing over there when I was trying to take my nap". "I've heard her before". Paula smiled. "She sounds beautiful". "She does". Bev said. "I am always in awe when I hear her sing". "There was one day, Ed's mother was over, she heard Emily singing, she was in tears". "She truly was inspired by her gift". "Can we hear some?". Filburt asked. Emily sat, quietly. "Emily". Bev said, gently. Emily looked up, responding to Bev's voice. "Can you sing one of your songs for us?". Bev asked, gently.
"Ok". Emily said.
"Where do you go, where are you goin?".
"With Nala, cooling down"
"Don't hide away, like the ocean".
"You can't see, but you can smell the sound, waves crash down".
"I am no superman".
"I have no reason for you".
I am no hero, that's for sure".
"But I do know one thing, is where you are, is where I belong".
"I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be".
"Where are you goin?".
Emily kept singing to herself. "Sweetie, that was beautiful". Paula said, smiling. Emily kept singing, not responding, mentally, or processing what Paula had said. "Emily". Paula said, gently. Emily looked up, responding to her name. "Sweetie, that was so pretty". Paula smiled. "You have such a beautiful voice". "I always feel so inspired by you when I see you". "I love you". Paula nuzzled Emily, who laughed, and played. "Sweetie, let's get some bowls of spaghetti out for everyone". Bev said, gently. "Ok". Emily said. Bev handed Emily some bowls, as Emily put them down. "Thank you". Filburt said, kindly. "This is special, just for you". Bev smiled, giving Emily her bowl. Emily saw the cheese curds in it. "Cheese". She said, happily. "Of course". Bev said, gently, smiling a gentle, cunning smile. "I knew it was your favorite". "We just have a special love, a bond, where we know each other's favorite foods". "I know yours is spaghetti". Bev said, kindly. She still held a deep, raspy, seducing voice. "Why is cheese yellow?". Emily asked.
"I'm not sure, sweetie". Bev said, gently. "I think perhaps it's food coloring". 'Hmm". Emily gave Paula her bowl of spaghetti. "Thank you, honey". Paula said, smiling. "You are so good at helping". "Thank you". Emily said. Emily went to get her dolls to bring to the dinner table. Bev sighed, dreamily, admiring Emily's beauty. Emily truly was innocent, young. Bev loved being an advocate, and a friend to Emily. Raising a special needs child did take its toll at times. Although Bev was patient.
Everyone at their spaghetti, luckily, Emily could feed independently, and swallow. She had learned a few months ago. Emily still ate hers, feeling happy that there were cheese curds in there. Emily felt safe with Bev and Ed Bighead. She felt loved by her new family. At times she felt saddened, or deeply depressed due to her trauma, and she often had nightmares. Sometimes, she would have flashbacks, or have fears aligned with those memories. She would often sleep in her parents' bed. Still Emily did not feel any insecurities regarding her disability. She didn't get emotional, although she did cry when having a flashback. She was happy.
"Mmm, this was an excellent choice of noodles". Filburt said, enjoying his pasta. "This was". Paula said. "My little chef knows her way around the kitchen". "What's a chef?". Emily asked. "Mm, a chef is someone who cooks delicious meals". Paula said. "They make great things like spaghetti, or chicken, or Steak". "Hot dogs". "I know you like hot dogs". "I eat hot dogs". Rachel said. "Do you like to eat them with mustard, or ketchup?". Paula asked. "Mustard". Emily said. "That's so cool, sweetie". Paula said, gently. Everyone ate their spaghetti. Rachel got a bit messy, and some fell off of her fork. Luckily, she had a napkin on. "Are you ok, sweetie?". "Do you need help?". Paula asked, kindly. "No". Emily said, as she tried eating her food. "Here, sweetie". Paula said, helping Rachel eat her pasta. "There you are". "All better, my best friend". "Thank you". Emily said.
They continued eating, as Filburt brought something up. "Did the property increase go up 20%?". Filburt asked. "It went up 20% for anybody who's not an admin". Paula said. "That's shameful". Filburt said. "I don't remember when it was like that, when I was young". "Certainly things must've changed". "The executives get all of the earnings, now". Ed said. "There isn't an earning that's above 50% that we get". "That's even worse being that you're on the assembly line". Paula said. "What earnings does an obstetrician receive?". Bev asked. "Because we're a branch of the medical field that deals with female reproduction, we receive 57% of pay aligned with our specific field". "Because I'm an overseer for the board, I receive 25% of that specific pay". "But our continuing education banquets don't count toward our 25%". "The medical board only receives 40% of the deduced retcon". "Not only do we get less than the average admin, we don't even get a decent salary cut".
"Grief counselors that specialize in trauma, and special education don't even receive the worthwhile 50%". Bev said. "It is truly a shame". "With Donald Trump in office, the 50% will be kept going back in through a spin cycle of deceit". "The rich will get the base majority of the 50%, while the middle, working, and lower class families will get 2% if that". Paula said. "Trump is a bad businessman". Filburt said. "He doesn't know what he's talking about half of the time, he addresses people the wrong way, and he's very unprofessional". There was a pause in waiting for the Bigheads to disagree, or for there to be an argument. But surprisingly enough, there were none.
"We couldn't agree more". Ed said. "He's a dirty narcissistic, bastard who doesn't look out for the workers at all". "Yes, and with his healthcare policy, for preexisting conditions, we're worried Emily won't get the social security income she needs, or the medicare benefits she needs, if we were to think about long term care for her". Bev said. "At least Biden addresses medicare appropriately". Filburt said. They continued eating spaghetti, talking about finances, until they were full. Even Emily had two bowls. "Is president like king of the world?". Emily asked. "Not quite". Paula said, kindly. "Although a president is a very important person". "A president runs the United States of America". "That's where we live". She smiled. Emily sat, drinking her almond milk. Soon, the bowls were cleaned up, gathered up, and everyone sat, talking. A pot of coffee sat in the brewer, as the Cherry Pie sat out. Emily had some. "I saw a dog bark today in school". Emily said. "Doggie was white, and it sat down, and watched T.V". "Did your teacher bring it in?". Bev asked, kindly. "Yes". Emily said. "My teacher says you can't pull the doggie's tail". "Doggie will get hurt". "Hmm, that's wonderful your teacher let you play with a dog". Bev said, gently. She was assured. "That's very calming".
"My teacher is nice". Emily said. "That's wonderful to hear". Paula said, kindly. "I know you love going to school every day". "You get to learn new things, see new people, try new things, it's so much fun". "I made a flower for daddy, too". Emily said. She got her flower art project off of the fridge. Emily's handwriting was barely legible, and the cutting job looked as if she had a teacher's help. "That was very nice". Ed said. "I'm very glad you made that". "Thank you, daddy". Emily said. "You are so sweet, and kind". Paula said, gently. "I am so glad I have you". "You are my inspiration". "I mean a lot". Emily said. "You do". Paula said, gently. "I know". Emily said. Everyone chuckled at how cute she was. Emily ate some of her pie, as she talked, laughed, and played.
A bit later, the clock read 9:23 pm. It was time for Emily to go to bed. "Sweetie". Bev said, gently. "Why don't you get ready for bedtime, and I'll come in soon". Bev nuzzled Emily. "Ok". Emily said. "Good night Ms. Paula". Emily said. "Goodnight, bestie". Paula said, gently. "I love you so much". "I'll see you tomorrow, or this weekend". "Ok". Emily said. "If you'd like, we'd love to have you over some time". Paula said, kindly. "We'll have a sleepover, you and I". "ok". Emily said. "Yep, we have the pool, you can go swimming, we'll go to Mallorca". Paula said. "I have all kinds of ice cream". "We'll have so much fun". "Sound good". Emily said. Everyone chuckled again. "Goodnight, Emily". Filburt said, gently. "I'll see you later".
"Goodnight, lima bean". Ed said, gently. Emily laughed, understanding, in a mature way, her dad's humor. "Goodnight, daddy". Emily said. "Goodnight, dear". "I love you". Ed said. "I love you, sweetie". Bev kissed Emily's cheek. "I'll be in, soon". "Did you have fun tonight?". "Yes". Emily said. "Good to hear, love". Bev said, gently. "Milk". Emily said, getting her glass. "I'll get you some more in a bit, love". Bev said, kindly. "Here comes a kiss from mommy to you". Bev blew Emily a kiss. "Got it". Emily said. "I'll come in soon, sweetie". Bev said. "Ok". Emily said, walking away. She held her bear, as she had her almond milk with her.
Everyone waited until she was away to talk about her. "She seems good". Paula whispered. "She is beautiful". Filburt whispered. "She is". "She is improving in terms of skill". Bev whispered, keeping the depth of her raspy voice. "She's become very independent". "Mm, but she still can't read at grade level, add or subtract, or use reason to develop thought?". Paula whispered. "She cannot". Bev whispered. "We've had her tested, recently, she's below the normal range". "We've thought about putting her in a special education suited classroom, although she needs emotional support, centered toward trauma more than anything". "Has she received grief therapy through the school?". Filburt asked. "She has, and her grief counselor has been wonderful". Bev whispered. "Although, he's been a bit busy with some things, so I decided to become her counselor". "Really?". Filburt said.
"Edd has been wonderful, although, he doesn't have a background in special education". Bev whispered. "Besides, I've sensed he's a bit discriminate towards those with intellectual disability". "This may be a question, although, do you feel others are discriminate toward her for being developmentally disabled?". Filburt asked. "It has come up once or twice". Bev whispered. "There are some who are very judgemental". "I know it isn't her fault". "She didn't deserve her arduous infancy, but, she is a strong individual, who is so eager to learn new skills, and be selfless". "I admire the good in her".
"How did you come to adopt her again?". Paula asked. "She was born on May 13th, 1998". Bev whispered, telling the story. Both of them did. "She was healthy, she had no other underlying disorders, or factors, but, she was born to her birth parents, she loved her birth parents" "Very close with them the first year".. "They were attacked by a terrorist group, she actually watched her family in this case die in front of her". "She was left on the street, where she was shot several times by gang members, she was physically abused". "She eventually got medical treatment, and was taken to "Waiting Angels" orphanage". Ed said, in a serious, somber tone. "They never really paid attention to her". "She was given mush in a bottle, bathed in feces, but, she just was never really taken care of". "They didn't hold her, they didn't play with her, she got little to no social interaction". "They were very ignorant". "They never physically abused her, they were just disgusting".
"Now, did her first family adopt her right then?". Paula asked, in a whisper. "The orphanage director passed on, and she was homeless for quite a while". Bev whispered. "The police found her, and took her to a Children's hospital". "She was adopted by Samuel, and Linda Carmichael's, they took care of her for a while". "She did bond well with them, although, they left vacation one day, and their plane crashed, killing all 85 on board". Ed said, in a somber tone. "She was taken to Children's hospital, and we found her through an adoption agency". "Of course we underwent a background check, home visit, and she was with us in as little as a month".
"When she came to us, she didn't swallow, she couldn't lift her head, she would rock back, and forth to self soothe". Bev whispered. "She had trouble sleeping through the night, she would have PTSD related episodes". "She had flashbacks, her head would hurt, she had trouble using the toilet". "Hmm". Paula nodded. "Did you eventually toilet train her?". She whispered. "Yes, and she did learn quickly". Bev whispered. "We met with an early intervention specialist to work with her on a daily basis". "She has learned so much, although, I don't think she'll be able to live on her own, or hold even a simple job". "We might have to care for her". "You know, if you need, Filburt, and I would be honored to care for her". Paula whispered. "I understand you might retire at some point, or another, but, I am connected to a wonderful, day time community center for those specifically of international adoption, victims of abuse, neglect, or trauma in infancy". "My friend is very knowledgeable, and can address the trauma at its source, and create learning patterns based on skill".
"Emily and I are working on trust, and building new relationships". Bev whispered. "I often encourage her to talk openly, and with honesty". "She's already very honest". Ed said. "Yes, she is". Bev said. "If she has a problem, or does something wrong, she will always tell us right away". "She is very trustworthy as well". "She is such a good person". Filburt said. "She's so honest, humble, hardworking, selfless". "How about her singing?". "She could make something of that". "She could". Bev whispered. "She's not that skilled, however". "I know she never intended for it to be this traumatic early on, and, I do feel sorry for her". "I want her to have everything". "She is a wonderful girl". "I'm sure it's been trying, caring for her?". Paula asked. "I do love her dearly". "She is a true inspiration to us all, her strength is immeasurable". Bev whispered "Although, I do have my doubts". She pursed her lips. A bit of line was seen on her magenta pink lips. She knew Emily wasn't as skilled, or intelligent. She knew Emily couldn't do much.
They talked for a while about some other things. Emily meanwhile, played with her dollhouse, and her dolls in her room. The clock now read 11:01pm. Outside, it sounded like everyone was wrapping up. Emily, now feeling tired, went to her bed. She put her dolls away. Bev came in, with Emily's almond milk. She took her heels off in Emily's room. "Mommy". Emily looked up. "Love, you look tired". Bev said, in a gentle, yet deep, raspy, voice. It was a feminine voice, although it was reminiscent of a smoker's voice. "Let's drink some milk, we'll relax". Bev said, gently. Emily looked up at Bev, as Bev sat on her bed. "Did you enjoy our dinner?". Bev asked, kindly. "Yes". Emily said. "I liked the spaghetti". "I know it's your absolute favorite". Bev said, gently. "It was nice having our friends come over". "I like Ms. Paula". Emily said. "She's really nice". "She is". Bev said, gently. "Everybody loves you". "You are our inspiration". "I know, mommy". "You already told me". Emily said. "It's true, sweetie". Bev said, kindly, in a nurturing, maternal manner. "Everyone is so inspired by how beautiful, and smart you are". "You have inspired me to be a better person".
"I will always love how strong, and thoughtful, how kind you are". Bev smiled. "You are just what we needed". "You couldn't have come to our family at a better time". "You are truly amazing". Bev kissed Emily's cheek. "You make us, us". Bev said in a soft, hum. She took Emily's hands in hers. "I love you, my perfect angel". Bev nuzzled Emily. "I love you, too, mommy". Emily said. "Would you like to read a bedtime book?". Bev said, gently. "Yes". Emily said. Bev laid beside Emily in her bed. "This one". Emily said, taking a book from her little bookshelf. "Let's see what it is". Bev said, gently. Emily chose one her adoptive mom used to read her. "The very quiet cricket". Bev read the title. "Once there was a cricket, who wanted to sing, but when he rubbed his wings together, there was no sound at all". Bev read. "The cricket wanted to get his song back, so he set out on a journey".
"He found a caterpillar, who went munch, munch on some leaves, but when he rubbed his wings, there was no sound at all".
Bev read the book, as Emily drank her almond milk. Emily laid down, her eyes were almost closed. Bev finished, putting the book down. "The cricket goes chirp, chirp". Emily said. "Yes, he does, that's how he sings". Bev said, gently, tucking Emily in. "Sweetie, I love you very much". Bev said, kissing Emily's cheek. "I have something for you, that represents how special our relationship is to me". "To us". Bev took a necklace, it was a locket, out of a white box for Emily. "Thank you, mommy". Emily said. "I knew this represented you, and how beautiful you are". "You are truly an inspiration to me, and daddy". "You are such a beautiful, amazing person". "I am thankful each day I have you". Bev said, kindly. "Would you like to put it on, sweetie?". Bev asked, gently. "Yes". Emily said. Bev put the locket around Emily's neck. Bev went to take off Emily's other necklace. "No". Emily said, putting her hand over her birth mother's medal. "Oh, I'm sorry, love". Bev said, gently. "Would you like to keep it on?". "Yes". Emily said. "Ok, my lovely girl". Bev said, with a kindness. "Mm, I love you so". Bev said, making circles on Emily's cheek. This seemed to calm Emily. "You are my sunshine". Bev smiled. Bev made kissy faces, nuzzling and kissing Emily. Emily laughed, and played. "Mommy". Emily laughed. Beverly kissed Emily's cheek, nuzzling her. Beverly massaged Emily's face, her cheeks, and her stomach, as she calmed Emily. She used the baby brush on Emily. Emily tensed up a little bit. Emily wasn't used to touch, or brush, after she'd been in the orphanage. "Shh, it's ok, sweetie". Bev said, gently. Emily accepted the massage, as Bev kissed both of her cheeks. "Mommy loves you very much". Bev said, gently.
"Would you like some more almond milk?". Bev asked, in a kind, nurturing manner. "No". Emily said. "Such a wise decision". Bev swooned. What came out of her mouth was, "of course, sweetie". "Goodnight, mommy". Emily said, as her eyes began to fall. "Goodnight, my perfect girl". Bev said, gently. "I love you to the moon and back". "I love you, too, mommy". Emily said. "Here comes a kiss". Bev said, blowing Emily a kiss. "Got it". Emily said. "Love you, goodnight". Bev said, picking up her heels. Emily's eyes were closed now, as Bev closed the door, although left it open, slightly, so she could hear if Emily was having any troubles. Emily lay sleeping when Ed came in to tell her goodnight. He saw she was asleep, came in, and kissed Emily's forehead. "I'll see you in the morning". He said, gently. "Love you".
So Emily was asleep. Now we're focused on Ed, and Bev in their room. "She truly is amazing". Bev said. "She is, although, we will have to decide if Hutchinson and what's his name". Ed said. "Filburt". Bev said. "Yes, him, Filburt, we'll have to see if they're suitable for guardians". Ed said. "They might be". Bev said. "We could probably take care of her". "We'll look into that thing for her". "What thing, oh, the day program?". Ed asked. "Yes". Bev said. "That could be a possibility". Ed said. "Yes, although, I'm not sure who's there, and what background they have". Bev said. "I certainly wouldn't want her to be in harm's way". "No need to worry about that". Ed said. "Paula knows someone who works there". "It'd be fine". "I understand, although, I do worry about her". Bev whispered, although with concern. Bev had on a silky black bra at this point. "She is very hardworking, and so selfless, such a good person, although, she is severely disabled". "She has the maturity". "It's not like she's a...you know". He then mouthed a technical term that implied, "blubbering idiot". Ed said. "Yes, although, I worry we're the only ones that love her". Bev whispered. "You know how some people don't want to be seen with her".
"There were a few people in the family that ostracized her, and I considered taking her away for some ice cream, to make her feel better". "She didn't know they were even being cruel". Ed said. "Although, she doesn't deserve to be ridiculed". "It's not her fault". "She deserves love". Bev said. "She's such a wonderful girl". "She is". Ed said. "At least her thing isn't genetic, or whatever". "True". Bev said.
"So… do you like what you see?"."Puddn pop?". Bev laid in a seductive position, speaking in a suggestive, sexual register. With her smoker's voice, it sounded as if she were a seductive message on the message machine. "Of course, bittle honey". Ed said, in a suggestive register. They began kissing, kissing with ecstasy. Ed unhooked Bev's silky, black bra. Bev was now naked. They were both naked, as Ed unzipped his pants, revealing his green, reproductive organ. They both kissed, passionately, frenching one another. Ed dug his reproductive organ into Bev's reproductive organ. As they felt the passion ignite. Ed smacked Bev's butt, as she purred. They both continued kissing. Some time had passed, and after kissing in various places, they new took it to the bed. They curled their tongues around one another, Bev biting Ed's playfully, as they pushed back a little, no, they pushed back all of the way, as Ed slipped his reproductive organ into Bev's again. Bev felt a tingly feeling, a fuzzy feeling come about, as Ed kept pressing. They both kissed, as Bev tried gasping for air. She tried coming about as she kept kissing. Ed's organ pressed firmly against her V, as she gasped for air. It didn't help that Ed was continually kissing her. They both felt passion, They both felt lust. Bev wanted more. She had a fetish for limber, built, Men, and loved when they dug their reproductive organs into her.
She loved having sex. She loved a compassionate, loving, sexually gratifying man. Ed was compassionate. How he looked in the morning. How he owned his body. How he was a giving, and supportive father to Emily. Bev felt attracted to him, as they kissed, and as she continued feeling a fuzzy, tingly feeling. The tingly feeling continued as the room felt as if it was spinning. That fuzzy thing, felt like white fuzz. It felt hard, and wet, warm. Bev continued kissing Ed, loving the man she married. "With you my king is where I belong". She thought. "Mm, our castle is beautiful, and strong". Ed kissed her, curling his tongue around hers, pushing hers back. They both joined reproductive organs then. There was a fuzzy feeling that was strong. There was a strong chill. Bev loved it.
They continued kissing, and driving Ed's organ into Bev's, until soon, the fuzzy feeling had gone. It had been replaced with Bev's organ hurting.
While they couldn't have sex for pleasure anymore tonight, they still kissed long into the night. They both fell asleep, snoring, as Bev laid on top of Ed's chest.
Rocko's house was neat, simple, and elegant. It wasn't much for a single man. Rocko was neat, and tidy, kind, and an emotional, compassionate man. He was exactly the kind of man Bev Bighead took pleasure in. He'd been in an exclusive, secret relationship with Bev for some time, now, and took much pleasure in it. He'd even done some shaving just for the occasion. He was shaving for Bev. He was in his small bathroom, shaving his legs, and his fibery chesthairs. "Well, I will say, a woman does like someone well groomed". He said to his dog, Spunky. Spunky just sat there. After shaving, he put on coconut buttery oils, with a lavender scent. Bev liked that as well. He lathered.
Spunky sat, panting, as he watched Rocko lather his skin with oils. "Why is he doing this?". Spunky wondered. As well as putting on oils, Rocko was wearing an SPF facial pluck, around his nose. "Oh, hey there, Spunky". Rocko said, putting on more coconut buttery lotion. Spunky just sat, pondering what to do next. Although, he didn't do anything. He just sat there, and watched. "Spunk, would you mind doing me a favor?". Rocko asked. Spunky looked up at Rocko, reluctant to do anything. "I have a limeade out there, would you get it?". Rocko asked. Spunky walked away, slowly. "I will certainly walk away, and close the door behind me". Spunky thought.
Paula and Filburt's house was elegant. It was all one floor, and above the front door, which was painted Green, there was a window. A rectangular window. Inside, there was a wide open living space, and dining room table. The kitchen was off to the far right, and had new appliances, including a fridge that had a see through window that was lit, if someone knocked twice. The kitchen had marble countertops, and Samsung appliances. There was a small table off to the side that was for Filburt, and Paula, if they were having something small. They had a flatscreen T.V., and a fireplace beneath the T.V. It was a remote controlled fireplace.
A glass sliding glass door led to the patio. Their pool was out there, as well as some patio furniture, and loungers. It was a nice, saltwater pool. Filburt always aimed to keep it clean. Then, there was their master bedroom. It had its own T.V. in there, as well as a nice sized master bed. They had a bathtub, jacuzzi tub, as well as a Gneiss shower. Paula and Filburt lived well. They were comfortable. Now, Paula had just gotten out of the shower. Her and Filburt had just gotten out of the shower. "Mmm, that was nice". Filburt said, kissing Paula. "Yes, yes it was". Paula said. She sounded pretty matter of fact, in this manner.
"Something wrong?". Filburt asked. "Mm, it's nothing serious". Paula said, getting into her silky robe, over her bra. "Mmm, it's just, whenever I kiss you, I always feel hair". Paula said. "Oh". Filburt said, a bit taken aback, and embarrassed. "I had no idea". "It's fine". Paula said, looking up at Filburt in his embrace. "Well, there is always room for some improvement". Filburt said. "Mm, well, I do love when you shave". Paula said, in a feminine, jovial, airy, yet intelligent manner. "I could start doing that again". Filburt said. "Mm, I hope it's not asking too much". Paula said. "I'd be happy to". Filburt said. They kissed one another again.
"I know we've been trying for a while, but, perhaps we should take a break, and see where it goes". Filburt said, putting on a T-shirt. "Perhaps". Paula said. On the Gneiss sink, however, a pregnancy test sat. The little sign on there read plus, or minus, for positive, or negative. This pregnancy test had a plus sign on it. Paula didn't see it, and walked out of her bathroom, turning the small light on. She laid down, beside Filburt. "This is nice". Filburt said. "It is". Paula agreed. They began doing certain things afterward, however.
Emily woke up as tears streamed down her cheek. Her body shook in fear, as she experienced a flashback. She began rocking back and forth to self soothe again. Emily let out a cry, as she continued rocking. She closed her eyes, feeling the shaking. There was something she did, when she felt helpless. She closed her eyes, and prayed. She became still, as she began praying. Emily loved to pray, and did it often. She went to church every weekend, and felt comfortable there. She felt as if she was safe. She often prayed to her birth family as well. There was a certain light that reached her when she was one with god.
"Keep me safe". Emily prayed. "Keep mommy, and daddy safe". She felt a comforting sensation. She felt a feeling of safety, and a security blanket over her. At that moment, her body stopped shaking, as the deep sadness she felt, went away as well. She felt as if she was healing. Her damaged heart, her heart, her soul with cuts, scrapes, bruises, and open wounds was healing. The damage may have been permanent, although there were good days, and bad days. Emily felt the guiding hand of one true spirit, one true voice speak to her. It was the lord.
Emily saw a light. It may have been a light in her bedroom. Although, it was a light in the darkness. Emily felt suddenly comforted, rocked, acknowledged, as she sat hearing a message. "Do not be afraid". Emily continued praying, feeling a gentle presence, a guiding presence come over her. She felt the presence comfort her, hold her, as if a mother was holding their child. Through the light, and through the stars that shone above, creating a miracle, creating a bridge that Emily could climb over, reaching her true home. She could reach her true place. Outside, there were stars that shone all around her, blanketing the sky, and the light that she saw, god's light glowed a bright color, giving her hope for a better tomorrow.
The stars seemed to connect to one another, they seemed to formulate a bridge that built a bond. Emily climbed over this bridge into the bright light. Through this light, she saw a young looking woman, a friendly beautiful woman with brown hair, a red dress, and a gentle smile. She seemed to have the natural beauty Emily had. Emily looked up at her, recognizing her immediately. It was her birth mother. Emily looked up at her birth mother, immediately feeling comforted. Her gentle, beautiful voice seemed to guide Emily along. "Do not be afraid". Her birth mother, Ana, said. "I am always with you". "You have become so strong". "Mom". Emily said, as tears streamed down. "Mom". Emily said, again. She felt the pain, saw the damage her soul had taken. Emily was happy to see her birth mom, although she recognized the pain her heart had been through.
"You will change the world". Ana said. Emily came over to her birth mom, giving her a hug. Ana held her daughter close, nuzzling her, as Emily laughed, and played. Emily finally felt safe. She finally felt comfortable, knowing her birth mother, and god would always be there for her. Emily's eyes welled up with tears, as she sat in her birth mother's arms. There was a spot of light, and great big shape that had formed by Ana's shoulders. The shape seemed to tower over her, and Emily both. Emily looked above Ana's shoulders, seeing what looked to be angel wings. Emily stayed in her mother's embrace, feeling the love, and guidance she needed.
"I am always with you". Ana had said. "In your thoughts, in your words, and in your heart". "Ok". Emily said. Emily hugged her birth mother again. She stayed in her birth mother's arms, knowing her birth mother would always be there for her. She would see her birth mother again. Emily felt a bit of healing, a bit of love from being with the one who had guided her through the most. She knew someone at least believed in her. She knew there was someone protecting her. She knew someone loved her, even if they weren't physically with her on Earth. Emily felt safe, knowing her birth mother was there. She continued praying, as the stars continued to shine. This was where she belonged, she knew. There was love on both sides, and because she was protected, she knew anything was possible.
Emily opened her eyes, to see darkness in her room. It was nighttime, 3:45 her clock read. Emily had trouble with time, so it only meant a little to her. It was quiet through the house, as there wasn't any noise anywhere. Outside, there were no stars to look at. There was only a cloudy black sky, with a red moon. Emily looked tired, and knew she needed to get some sleep. She laid down, feeling a small sliver of peace within her, knowing even though there was ugliness in the world, even though there was darkness, she would still feel safe, anyhow. Her birth mother promised her. God promised her. He would keep that promise, for days to come.