**A/N: I start school again next Wednesday. I'm only working 7 hours a week, right after school, with no early OR late classes, so as long as I'm not overwhelmed with readings/assignments (I'm only taking 4 classes this semester opposed to 5 since I was overwhelmed last semester), this should be like first year where I was updating regularly and generally, HAPPIER when it came to life :) FINGERS CROSSED.
I'll test the waters on updating weekly and let you know. I'm currently working on the final chapter for this story (THE NEXT UPDATE), but since I like to post the last chapter and first chapter for the next story on the same day, it may be two weeks until then. Whenever I finished AND it's all beta'd up, I'll post it!
Chapter 59- Loose String, Comin' Up For Air Again
"Said you haven't seen it all. Just keep on searchin' for just one single reason. Half the trouble's in the askin'. And I know you're not the kind to wait around. Takin' chances with no intent to make a killing. Too much livin' is no way to die. Loose string, find the pieces don't fit in. Loose string, comin' up for air again and again. Loose string. Loose string."
~Loose String, Son Volt
Steve sat down next to Bethany on the couch, handing her the bowl of popcorn he just popped. She curled into him, letting out a soft sigh, but pushed the popcorn back into his hands. "You don't want any?" He asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"No, my stomach is a little upset," Bethany reasoned, reaching for the remote to play the paused Little House on the Prairie episode, but Steve caught her wrist.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.
"If you're worried I'm pregnant, I'm not," Bethany told him with a soft smile.
"I-I wasn't worried," Steve told her. "I was just curious. You don't get sick often, Bethany. And you did get your IUD removed last week. It's a fair assumption."
There was six months left until Steve and Bethany agreed to talk about having another baby, but since things had been going so well, Steve reasoned that if they switched the IUD to birth control pills and condoms, at least it would be easier to start having kids when they decided to.
"I'm not pregnant," Bethany repeated, smiling softly to him. "But I've been fighting nausea today because of the removal of the IUD. Which is normal, okay? And Steve? We haven't had sex since I got it taken out."
"Right," Steve realized. "Can I get you something else then? Tea? Some crackers?"
"No, your embrace is enough. Now, should we find out what the Ingalls are up to now?" Bethany asked, reaching for the remote again.
"Sure," he replied, waiting as Bethany started the episode. They had been watching one or two episodes every night and Steve had to admit, he loved this time with Bethany. Little House was a fantastic show in his opinion. It was a feel-good family show that was a nice escape for Steve. They could even watch it with Jamie in the room, if he was having a hard time sleeping.
They were halfway through the episode when they heard a soft pitter-patter of footsteps. Both of them turned around to see Jamie waddling towards the couch. "Jamie?" Bethany asked confused, scooping the boy into her arms when he was close enough. "What are you doing awake? How did you get down here?"
Every morning, Steve had seen Jamie hanging and climbing up the bars to his crib. He was starting to climb the stairs too. But he hadn't really thought that the boy would be able to pull himself safely out of the crib and down the stairs without either of them hearing him struggling… since clearly, he did not struggle. It was easy for him to do this.
Jamie said nothing, but laid his head down on Bethany's chest, slipping his thumb into his mouth. Bethany started to rub Jamie's back, not minding letting the boy sleep on her instead of the crib, but Steve paused the television. "Little spider-monkey," Steve said under his breath.
"Yeah, he gets that from you," Bethany reported, not entirely sounding happy about it. "Steve, what if he fell? What if he hurt himself? I know that he would heal, but I still don't like knowing that he could be hur- ohhhh."
Steve couldn't help but laugh at her realization. Over the years, he was always worrying about her even when he knew he didn't need to, and she was finally seeing why. "Oh, babe. I'm sorry," she apologized, leaning in to kiss him softly.
"It's okay," Steve promised her. "You haven't done anything in six months, and I trust you won't anytime soon."
"Wow, way to make me sound boring," Bethany replied, rolling her eyes.
"No one would ever use that word to describe you," Steve promised her. "You are full of life and love. Every day, you say or do something that reassures me that I'll never get tired of being with you. But you don't think your life is boring, right?"
"No," Bethany said softly, but Steve could see the truth in her eyes. "Not at all. I like being at home. I like keeping busy by doing normal things."
"Just making sure," Steve explained. "You'd tell me if you started to feel differently, right?"
"Of course," Bethany stressed, sighing. "I've told you this before. Why don't you trust that I will?"
"I trust," Steve ensured. "But I just want to make sure that you're happy, that's all."
"I'm happy," Bethany promised with a huge smile. "But I'll be happier if we figure out a way to make our baby safer."
"His mattress is already as low as it goes, Beth," Steve told her. "The next step is a big boy bed, and I know that you're not ready for that, but he is." Bethany replied with a moan, showing just how displeased she was. "I know, love, but it's safer that way. If he's starting to want to get out of bed and come to us, it's safer to have a bed with a safety guard than having him climbing out of his crib."
"I know," Bethany replied, pouting softly. "We should get some more safety gates too, though. Maybe taller ones too, so he doesn't climb over those. Oh, you're going to be a trouble-maker, aren't you?" Bethany cooed to the toddler, who was already asleep again.
"It's in his genes… On both sides," Steve explained. "I wonder if he'll take to sports."
"Is it even fair for him to do sports?" Bethany asked honestly. "I want him to do everything he wants to do, but will they let him? They know that we're not just extremely flexible, strong, agile, people because of good family genes, but due to gene mutation and development."
"That's not something we'll have to deal with today," Steve reminded her. "Right now, let's just figure out how Walnut Grove is going to get Carrie out of that hole."
Bethany was quiet for a moment before nodding, resting her head on Steve's shoulder. Steve took the remote and pressed play, letting the screen come back to life. Steve knew that wondering about Jamie's future was something they didn't need to think about anytime soon. Planning for certain things was one thing, but worrying about things that were five, ten years into the future was senseless right now. It wasn't going to do them any good.
Bethany sat at her desk in the Avengers Facility trying to wrap her brain around what she had just heard. "Wait, what?" She pressed, looking to Nick with a blank look on her face. She was positive she had heard him wrong. He most definitely didn't say he was leaving.
"I'm leaving," he repeated, bringing even more shock to Bethany. That was what he said. She was so confused.
"What do you mean you're leaving? Where are you going? Where is this coming from?" Bethany asked, rushing over her words to get all her questions out. She never would have assumed she'd hear this coming from Nick Fury.
"I told you I wasn't staying here permanently," Nick reminded her.
"Yeah, but… everything has been going so well," Bethany added. "Why leave when everything is on the right track?"
"Steve doesn't want this to have SHIELD mentality. I've done what I can do, but if I stay longer-"
"Bull shit," Bethany interrupted. "You don't give a damn about that, I know you. Where are you going?"
Nick nodded, knowing that Bethany could see right through him. "I don't know, to be honest. Every where. Build up my contacts again, help where I can, cause trouble in other places."
"Nick…" Bethany whispered, waiting for him to come clean.
"This world has changed. You know that. When SHIELD was around, we were watching, always keeping an eye out for those who were different. Those that could help us or those who would help us."
"You're going out to recruit?" Bethany asked, still not understanding.
"Not exactly. I'm not planning on rolling out the welcome mat," Nick tried to explain.
"You're taking Maria with you too, aren't you?" Bethany pressed on. Nick looked down for a minute, revealing the answer. "Why? Things have been so good-"
"Yes, they have. And not just for the Avengers, but for you and Steve too."
"Then why are you trying to ruin it?" Bethany asked, emotion welling up inside her. "If you're gone, I'm going to have more responsibility. Steve will too. He's supposed to get used to the idea of pulling out, not diving back in head first."
"I'm not doing it to hurt you," Fury insisted. "This will make you stronger in the end."
"That's a risky assumption you're making. And with my life too, Nick," Bethany almost yelled. Her heart was beating rapidly, a million scenarios running through her thoughts. She had just accepted and started to really love the life she had. Everything was perfect. They had found this perfect balance, the mix-matched little family she had. Now, in a blink of an eye, it was all threatened.
"I'll keep in touch," Nick said before turning and leaving, leaving Bethany sitting in her chair, trying to keep herself together. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to move. It was as if, if she didn't move at all, time would just stand still and nothing would change. Everything would continue to be absolutely perfect.
"Beth?" she heard from her door. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Steve walked towards her desk, sitting in the chair in front of her. "Hey, what's up?"
Running a hand through her hair, she looked up into his concerned eyes. "Fury left. He took Maria with him."
"Wait, why?" Steve asked, leaning back in his chair.
"To be honest, I don't know."
Steve frowned, crossing his arms. "He didn't give you a reason."
"Not a legitimate one," Bethany replied, telling the truth. Nick could do what he wanted to do from the Compound. Hell, that's exactly what he did when he was the Director of SHIELD. Granted, he had more contacts to do his dirty work, but his excuse was lame to say the least.
Steve and Bethany sat in silent for a minute before Bethany asked about Jamie. "He's with Sam right now," Steve replied. "Something about God-father-God-son bonding time. I didn't know that was a thing."
"Please tell me he isn't feeding him sugar," Bethany said, wincing a little, thinking about how hard it would be to get him to settle down. They discovered just how crazy and wired he got after eating a lot of sugar after Halloween. It only took four mini chocolate bars and the baby was trying to climb up the walls.
"If he does, Jamie can stay with Sam tonight," Steve teased before sighing. "What are we going to do? Now that Fury and Hill are gone? And did they say for how long?"
"Until we fuck up," Bethany said with a shrug.
"Fury actually said that?"
"Well, no. Not in so many words. But you know him," Bethany replied, watching as Steve realized the truth to her words. "I don't know what we're supposed to do. I don't want to take over their duties, Steve."
"And nor should you," Steve promised her, reaching forward for her hands. "Hey, look at me. We'll figure something out, alright?"
"I don't want you to take over their duties either, Steve," Bethany whispered, feeling small. "But I also don't want to ask you not to. You should do it, if you want to."
"I don't," Steve assured her, giving her a soft smile. Bethany's heart started to flutter when she heard his words, giving her reassurance in their relationship and his priorities. "You know I hate the business side of the Avengers."
Bethany scoffed, rolling her eyes, but unable to keep her smile off her face. "You're horrible."
"Okay, maybe in part, it's because I feel like I don't spend enough time with my adorable son and my beautiful wife as it is and I'm not ready to take on something more, especially if it threatens the harmony we've built."
"I want to cry," Bethany laughed, feeling tears in her eyes. "You couldn't have said that any better than if I wrote it out for you."
"Things have been really good for us, Doll Face," Steve explained. "I've noticed. I've felt it. There's a reason why I agreed for you to get the IUD out. And while I'm not ready to step backwards yet, I have no interest in taking more on. Okay?"
"I love you," Bethany said in response, leaning over the desk to kiss him.
"Careful," Bethany warned Steve as he moved the mattress from the crib to Jamie's bed frame. He stopped to give her a questioning look, to which she shrugged, silently gesturing 'what'. "I don't care if you're strong, you could hit the pictures on the wall or something."
He finished the task before picking up the safety gate and securing it into place. When the bed was ready, Bethany placed Jamie onto the mattress, giving him a soft smile. "What do you think, baby boy? Do you like your new bed?"
Jamie looked up at his mom curiously before looking to his father for approval. Steve took a seat beside him, placing his hand on Jamie's foot. "You think you'll like this better than your crib?"
"I still think he'll crawl into bed with us now that he knows he can," Bethany replied, stepping over the side gate and sitting beside Jamie with her legs crossed. The three barely fit on the bed, but no one seemed to mind.
"I don't mind him sleeping with us every once in a while," Steve began. "But not every night. We want him to learn to sleep on his own."
"He can. He just doesn't want to. He loves us too much. Don't you, Munchkin?" Bethany reached out and tickled his sides lightly, Jamie letting out a loud squeal of laughter. "Have you decided what you want to do for Veteran's Day?"
Steve let out a sigh, shaking his head as he looked down. He had been offered to make a speech again in remembrance of those who lost their lives, but with all the issues in the media circling around the Avengers, Steve didn't want his speech to turn into just another opportunity for the haters to spin it around on them. He still wanted to show his appreciation, but knew that he could fully do that in private, without hundreds of people surrounding him, holding cameras to broadcast it to millions.
"Why don't you just go to the cemetery again? Lay down some flowers. Maybe even go to church? Say a prayer, light a candle… whatever you want to do."
"If I go to church, will you come with me?" Steve asked, looking up at her. Steve knew that Bethany had issues with worship and he wasn't trying to force his beliefs and religion on her. But he wanted to take Jamie to church. To show him that there was the potential for something more than life and for some inexplicable reason, he wanted Bethany to be apart of that, no matter how small.
Bethany gave him a pointed look. "Will it make you happy?"
"Yes," he admitted.
She seemed to consider it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her head. Steve couldn't help but smile as she mulled over the options. "If," she began cautiously. "You make the turkey for Thanksgiving."
The smile didn't disappear on his face, knowing that he was still the winner in this situation. "I thought you wanted to make the turkey."
"Yeah, last year. I was naïve. A fool. I'll make everything else, but you need to take care of the turkey. There's going to be fifteen of us in our house. That's a big turkey. Especially with your appetite."
"Okay," Steve nodded. "You have a deal, Mrs. Rogers. We go to church as a family on the eleventh and I'll make the turkey come Thanksgiving."
"Deal," Bethany said with a huge smile as Jamie stood up on the mattress. "Careful," Bethany warned, reaching out to steady him. They knew, however, that Jamie enjoyed bouncing on the mattress. Typically, he would hold onto the crib bars, but with the safety gate being a little too low for his hands to rest comfortably on, he gripped Steve's shoulders and began to jump up and down ecstatically, his large smile gracing his face as his laughter danced around the room.
"We shouldn't encourage this," Steve said, looking over to his wife.
"I know…" Bethany agreed before a smile split her face. She got onto her knees and began bouncing lightly on the mattress along with her son. "But sometimes, you gotta live a little."
Steve stood at the door, watching as Bethany rocked back and forth in the rocking chair in Jamie's room. The toddler was sitting on Bethany's lap, holding a book as his mom read it to him. He always insisted on holding the book and turning the pages, looking up to his parents for approval before doing so. He couldn't help but smile at the voices Bethany adopted when she read children's books. Everything was dramatic and over-exaggerated, some of her voices even earning squeals of delight from Jamie. Tonight, they were reading one of Bethany's favorites from Jamie's book shelf, The Monster at the End of This Book.
"'There! I, Grover, am nailing this page to the next one so that you will not be able to turn it,'" Bethany read off the page. "'And we will not get any closer to the Monster at the end of this book.'" When Bethany stopped reading, Jamie looked up at Bethany and she nodded before Jamie turned to the next page. During that moment, Bethany looked up at Steve and they shared a tender moment, both feeling a surge of pride and love for their baby boy.
"'ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!'" Bethany continued to read, adopting Grover's exasperation. "'Do you know that every time you turn another page… you not only get us closer to the Monster at the end of this book, but you make a terrible mess!'"
Steve continued to watch, laughing along with Jamie at some of Bethany's voices. "'The next page is the end of this book, and there is a Monster at the end of this book. Oh, I am so SCARED!'" Bethany expressed, looking up to Steve to give him a quick wink before continuing. "'Please do not turn the page. Please, please, please…' What do you think, Jamie? Should we turn the page?"
"Yes, Mumma," Jamie nodded, turning the page excitedly.
"'Well, look at that!'" Bethany read on, tickling Jamie's side softly while doing so. "'This is the end of the book, and the only one here is… ME. I, lovable, furry old GROVER am the Monster at the end of this book. And you were so SCARED!"
Jamie laughed, throwing his head back and kicking his legs wildly, as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard and in all retrospect, it most likely was. After Bethany finished the book, she kissed the crown of his head and whispered for him to get into his big boy bed. She helped him off her lap and put the book back on the shelf before watching as Jamie slowly pulled himself up onto the bed. Steve moved forward to secure the safety gate in place, pull the covers over Jamie's body and leaned down to kiss Jamie's forehead softly.
"Good night, Jamie. Sweet dreams," Steve whispered to him as Bethany turned the light off. The nightlight in the corner sprung to life, filling the room with just enough light to keep Jamie comfortable during the night.
"G'ight Daa-dee," Jamie returned, placing his chubby hand to his mouth and blowing Steve a sloppy and un-practiced kiss. He was maturing in front of Steve's eyes and he barely knew whether to be happy or sad about that. As much as Steve wanted to watch his son grow up, he would always miss those moments when Jamie was a baby and couldn't do anything for himself and relied on his parents' love in order to survive.
"Good night my Munchkin," Bethany wished, leaning down to kiss Jamie's nose. She reached out for Jamie's stuffed Captain America plushie, tucking it under the covers with him. "Don't let the bedbugs bite. I love you."
"G'ight Mumma," Jamie replied, closing his eyes and cuddling into his plushie. Steve wrapped his arm around Bethany's shoulder as he led her out. Molly passed them on their way out, no doubt going to sleep by Jamie's feet. As they went to their room, Bethany's foot hit one of Molly's cat toys, the ball spiraling out of the way.
"I think Molly has more toys laying around the house than Jamie does," Bethany noted lightly.
"We did spoil her before Jamie came along."
"She was our first baby," Bethany teased, flopping onto the bed.
"You tired?" Steve asked her, lying beside her on his side, pushing away some of her wildly untamed curls from her face.
"A little," She admitted. "You?"
"Not particularly," he replied, one of his hands ghosting the spot on her stomach that wasn't covered by her shirt. "Do you want to go to bed? Watch a Little House? Or…"
"'Or'?" Bethany prompted, turning to look at him with a small smile. "I like where the or is going."
"I thought you were tired," Steve teased her lightly.
"What a way to wake me up," she winked. Steve leaned forward, cupping her jaw and bringing his face towards hers, kissing her softly, passionately, lovingly. He pulled her into his arms, his hands roaming up and down her back under her shirt. Steve deepened the kiss, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. It was his job to protect this family, his friends, the world. But when he kissed Bethany in moments like these, he actually felt safe. He didn't need to protect anything but the moment, the absolutely perfect moment of just them.
Bethany fingers began moving up and down his arm, fingernails meeting his skin, and dragging down his biceps lightly. Steve couldn't hold back his shudder, his mind wandering towards where they would be in five minutes, ten, fifteen. It was as if there was magic in her fingernails, perfectly pampered from her latest journey to the spa with Natasha. Knowing that his lung capacity was much better than Bethany's, he broke away from her lips, moved her curls away from her neck and slowly latched onto her smooth skin. A whisper of a sigh slipped through her lips, edging Steve on. He pressed his hips into hers while moving his hand slowly and softly down the side of her hip and leg. A deep frustrated sigh came from Bethany, causing Steve to look up.
"What was that for?" He asked with a slight smile on his face. He knew that her frustration was all from a place of fun.
"You're planning on teasing me, aren't you?" Bethany asked, her green eyes wide and filled with want and need, lust and possession, compassion and pure love.
Steve chuckled lightly, kissing her forehead lightly. "I wasn't planning on it… until now. Thanks for the idea."
"It's cruel and unusual punishment," she argued.
"It's no unusual. Cruel… maybe," he teased her tossing her a wink. "It's always better when I do, admit it."
"Never," Bethany replied, but she was doing a poor job in hiding her excitement. Steve smiled before returning to his place on her neck, starting with slow kisses and casually making them longer and more passionate with each breath. Bethany was wiggling her hips lightly, trying to give her body a taste of what it was craving. Placing his hand on the curve of her hip, he held her against the mattress, enabling her from moving. Another frustrated groan slipped from her.
Steve looked up at her, her face clearly showing her sexual frustration. "I love you," he told her, smiling happily at seeing her become tangled up in lust at his touches. Bethany's hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Her lips and tongue were not gentle with him. She was clearly trying to show him how frustrated and worked up she was, but he saw right through her tricks. He could feel her trying to rub her body against his, but his strength vastly overpowered hers. Steve moved to hover over her, trapping her body underneath his. Using his free hand, he moved it up underneath her shirt and cupped her bare breast. Her legs clenched and squirmed for a moment as he fondled her nipple and squeezed the mound tight.
Feeling her hands taking hold of the edge of his shirt, he allowed her to pull it off his body, breaking their kiss. Right after it slipped over his head, Steve and Bethany's eyes met. This time, Steve didn't see the frustration. There was this brief moment of peace in her eyes, as if she was at complete ease, even though he was purposely trying to work her into a frenzy. Taking his torture to the next step, he decided to even the playing field, gripping the bottom of her shirt and freeing her from it. Her hands rested on his chest for a moment before moving down to his hips as he leaned forward and kiss her collarbone lightly. Bethany moved the tips of her fingers up and down the side of his body, causing Steve to smile against her skin.
"That tickles," he whispered to her.
"Oh, so now you only get to tease me?" Bethany replied softly, this time deliberately tickling his sides. He couldn't help but laugh, more at her than the tickling. Steve pecked her lips softly before returning to kiss every square inch of Bethany's neck and chest. His hand that was holding her hip absent-mindedly moved away. Both of his hands intertwined with hers, bringing them up above their heads as Steve's lips moved further down. "Babe," Bethany whined. "Please just humor me."
He looked up, knowing that she was asking for him to stop avoiding the areas that desperately wanted attention. He nodded softly, kissing her bellybutton softly before slipping off the bed, in between her lips. He took a hold of her sleeping shorts, giving them a firm tug down. She was swollen and glistening with arousal. He kissed the inside of her leg softly, only kissing her center very, very softly. When he moved away, Bethany leaned up on her elbows, confused.
"Just relax a moment," Steve instructed her before opening the bedside table. He released in for the bullet that they hardly ever used because the vibrations were insanely strong. Bethany saw the bullet and smiled, but held a hand out before he could start. "What?"
"The door," Bethany reminded him. "I'd die if Jamie walked through the door."
Realizing she was right, Steve quickly got up to close the door before returning to his place on the floor. He turned the bullet on, the loud buzzing filling the room. He took a firm grip on the vibrating oval, trying to hush its sound, looking up to his wife. Excitement shone in her eyes, a soft, waiting and expectant smile on her face. With his left hand, Steve spread her lips, baring her clit. He slowly moved the bullet towards her, running it around her lips to tease her a little further before pressing the bullet lightly on her clit.
Bethany gasped as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Bethany had once described the bullet to him as being so painful that it was as if it tickled, filling her entire body with this huge wave of pleasure. It didn't take long before Bethany's legs were clenching, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her, her moans becoming erratic and increasingly louder with every breath. Steve didn't move at all while Bethany rode out her orgasm, keeping the bullet pressed against her sensitive bud. She had barely recovered from her first one when her second one washed over her.
"Steve," she whispered, catching his attention. He looked up, seeing tears in her eyes, completely overwhelmed with how good she felt. "Please, Steve. I need you. I need you now."
Steve turned off the bullet, leaning forward to give her center a sweet parting kiss before removing the rest of his clothes. "Alright," Steve replied, kissing the tip of Bethany's nose.
"I love you," Bethany told him as he took a condom out from the bedside table. Steve paused after opening the wrapper, looking at her. "I know I say it a lot, but… it physically hurts not having you around, not being with you."
She looked tired, but also like a vixen, ready for more and more pleasure. There was both sweat and tears on her face, her curls untamed around her. He reached out to touch her face softly, giving her the smallest of smiles. "I feel the same way, Doll Face."
Bethany turned her head, kissing the palm of Steve's hand before rearranging herself on the bed. With the condom securely in place, he moved to hover over Bethany. Their lips met briefly before Steve took a hold of Bethany's legs, his hands moving to the bend of her knee and lifting her hips off the bed softly. He expertly lowered himself into her, watching as Bethany's breath hitched, her back arching slightly. Steve would never get over how it felt to be inside her; it was honestly the best feeling in the world, being one with her.
**A/N: STILL LOOKING FOR IDEAS ON THE CIVIL WAR FLASHFORWARD! The deleted scenes for the movie ironically changed the ENTIRE tone of the story for me, but don't worry, still lots of drama... and ironically, even more heartbreak!
lenabui98: I know, right? He's going to be saying Mumma and Daddy all through Civil War just to pull at your heartstrings a little more.
anonymouscsifan: Haha, well they do spend a lot of time together, so of course Jamie will pick up Bethany's stubbornness. Jamie's brain is developing at an exponential rate, making him being able to fully understanding what's going on around him. It's fun to play with the possibilities of a genius baby :)
Jo: Yes, he's definitely developing his own personality and freedom! Apparently I was quite the firecracker as a toddler, rebelling at the same age as Jamie... Although, I was an only child (literally in my entire family), living in the same house as a first time grandmother and uncle. I got spoiled like CRAZY. Definitely amusing from the outside, but I could only imagine how annoyed my mom was, working a full day at daycare and then coming home to me... probably VERY annoying XD
