Coffee is a godsend in the morning. And as the hot liquid streamed into the cup from the espresso machine, the smell put an instant smile on the man who was waiting. He purchased an incredibly expensive coffee making kit. Something coffee bars would be jealous of. As he waited, he sorted through the pile of mail on the table. Checks from interviews, a dubious amount of magazines for his kids, a few packages, and a christmas card from his parents.
Opening the check, he read the amount. 20,000. He sighed, then smiled. That'd put one more through school. "An amount of; 20,000, given to: Lincoln Loud". BBC billing department
He took a picture of the check, front and back, and sent it off to be deposited. After organizing the mail, he grabbed his steaming cup, went to the fridge and poured in some vanilla creamer. Spilling a bit on his orange polo, he walked back over to the table, and took a sip. It was the weekend, which means plans, which means he's the designated driver for the day. In 30 seconds, the children will storm down the steps to tear through the kitchen making their respective breakfasts, and begging to do their activities. 15 seconds left. He checked his phone, his check was transferred successfully. 5 seconds. He took a sip of his coffee, and simultaneously, all of the alarms went off at once. Dozens of footsteps came down the stairs.
10 of his children stormed into the room, bumping and yelling over one another. Flashes of clashing colors swept across the room as Lincoln set his cup down on the counter behind him.
"Alright! Loca, come here, looks like you have a letter from your mom!" He said, grabbing it and holding it out. She rolled her eyes, before walking forward. Dark gray hair pulled into a ponytail. Her red hoodie was gifted to her by her father, him not knowing it was somewhat stereotypical. Her ripped jeans showed off more of her pale skin. To Lincoln, she was she spitting image of her mother. Ronnie Anne. She and him didn't leave on good terms. And Loca last saw her mother at the age of six, before she boarded a plane and was whisked away to Spain. Lincoln hasn't heard from her, but from the letters and postcards she sends to his daughter, she just couldn't be in the country anymore. She hated waking up and seeing it. "Car based infrastructure has ruined the United States" she wrote.
Loca grabbed the note and crawled under the table to enjoy her bowl of cereal, away from the stomping feet and raging voices. The 12 had issues with her senses. Mostly touch and hearing. Because of it, she's constantly feeling like she's on the edge of a breakdown. The disorganized chaos of her family just made her mornings unbearable. So as she opened her letter, she popped an earbud into her ear, and began to listen. Violin. High's and lows in an organized manner. She loved music. Every genre, every instrument. The order of it all is just amazing. Even in the most chaotic music, there's order
"Lene!" Lincoln yelled. "You got two things!" He said. He read the envelope first "Its seeds from an endangered bean? And also-" He turned around and grabbed a box. "Whatever this is". He slammed the box down, its weight making the table shake. Lene ran up in glee. "It's probably all the parts I ordered!" she said, squealing with glee as she grabbed the box. "What for?" He said, picking up another envelope for his next child. "Something incredibly illegal!" the 19 year old said, before grabbing a banana and running back up to her room. In terms of looks, she was tall. Despite her mother, Lori, being a tall woman already, Lene was 6'4 in height. She was closer in looks to her father than her mother, keeping his hair, freckles and mannerisms. Khaki shorts and a black tank top were her go to. Quick, easy and good for a variety of situations.
"Lero, got another invite for you" Lincoln said, waving an envelope in the air. "Trash it," said the girl. She was on top of the fridge on her phone, gnashing her teeth on a granola bar. If punk was a person, she was it, even more than her mother was. At 14 years old, she had a tattoo, 6 piercings, and a forked tongue. "It's probably another conference thing, I really don't want to talk in front of a bunch of weird old men again". Lincoln shrugged and threw it to the side. "Any plans for the day?"
Lero looked at him and smiled. "Me and Gore are gonna rummage through some abandoned houses, see if we can find any cool globes or some shit". She laughed before turning her attention back to her video. Lincoln cracked a small smile at that before turning back to the pile.
A small box labeled "BIOHAZARD", wrapped in several layers of thick aluminum plastic and paper. "Uh, Link?" He said. A young woman popped out of the crowd, a yogurt in hand. If you were to describe her in one word, it'd be bimbo. Large breasts, long legs. Pink, brand name tight clothes and sunglasses. She's definitely Leni's daughter. "Def mine, turns out like, I could totally reactivate the fox p2 gene in people without it by like, using ebola as a vectorrrrr"
Despite being raised in Michigan her whole life, she spoke with a valley girl accent. Lincoln still wonders why.
"No mail for you Lawe, sorry hun" Lincoln said. Looking up, the shortest of the bunch peeped out from behind the cupboard door. "Really? Hm, my book on the language of Nahuatl must be running late". Brown hair, square glasses and an orange dress is what she favored. Her hair was a pale brown, with one singular patch of white on the right side. And standing at 4'9, she was shorter than even her mother, Lisa, who stands at 4'11.
Looking back at the pile, he noticed quite a large package. Picking it up, he felt strange. Sort of like it was, vibrating? He took a look at the name. "Uh, Lohn? Why do I feel weird holding this?". A medium statured girl sprinted from the crowd and snatched the box. The 16 year old did a small, reassuring laugh. "Haha! No reason. Definitely not uranium or anything! Not like i'm making a nuclear reactor in my room or something"
Lincoln looked at his daughter. She had her mothers bucked teeth, and her eyes. But be damned if you ever caught her telling a pun. Her plaid bell bottoms matched well with her red crop top. "Lohn I swear to god-" Lincoln said, before the girl sprinted back up the stairs with her box.
He sighed, picked up a bundle of envelopes designated to one person:
"Lina, you have an insane amount of mail coming from-" He read the letters more closely. "...Transnistria?". Lina marched forward and gathered her mail. She was asian in descent, her mother being Sid Chang. However her white hair clashed with her black uniform, something she took pride in owning. She took time and effort cleaning it by hand every single day. "Thank you, Dad. Hopefully my-" she clears her throat before enunciating her next word.. "Advice" got through to the puppet I have in the office."
She walked away, going back to the fridge and pulling out some Kompot. She took a sip, smiled, and took it with her on her way. The kitchen was slowly getting quieter as people settled down. On the table were two large, flat packages. "Love, Lora!" Lincoln said. Two beings stepped out of the shadows behind him. "Father?" they said. He looked at them, their pink eyes staring back at him. They inherited his albinism, and their mothers fashion sense. They've never met Lucy, something Lincoln regrets heavily. He doesn't even know what happened to her. He remembers hugging her goodnight, turning off the lights around the house, and then poof, she was gone.
"You two-" he said smiling "Finally got your christmas presents! Happy 14th". They held the packages in their hands, and walked away slowly, wondering what these could be. Within moments of sitting down in their living room, and opening them, they screamed in glee
"Laptops!" They yelled.
Lincoln laughed. "Yup! Y'all two are the best little film makers ive ever seen, you need equipment to follow". He walks back in the kitchen. It's empty. Except for one. Lynn the third. His daughter looked up at him. "Nothing for me huh? Nothing from mom?" she said, stirring the cereal in her bowl with her spoon. "Nothing honey. Im sorry"
With a tear in her eye, she nodded, and turned back to her cereal. Lincoln gave her a hug, before turning away, pretending to look at the rest of the mail. Lynn was probably the worst in terms of relationships with their daughter. Every time they're together, its like a bomb going off. Both of the Lynns get into screaming matches often, with Lincoln defending his daughter to the death. And Lincoln hated it. He hated her. Lynn II see's her daughter as her failure. The thing that ruined her life and any chance of love she might have.
Looking at the rest of the mail, they're for the rest of his daughters. They're with their mothers for the week, before returning for him for the rest of the year. Today he's picking them up. They're allowed to see them as much as they want, but with Lincoln having all the money, it's better for them to be raised by him. 6 more daughters, 6 more mouths to feed and 6 more people to keep happy. Lincoln's life is stressful, but he likes it that way. He gathers the rest of the mail, and brings it to his car. He looks at his phone, and starts a group chat with the rest of their mothers. Jordan, Maggie, Stella, Haiku, Tabby, and Kat were all added.
"Hey all, coming to get the girls, do any of you want me to bring anything for you, like a drink or something."
Within minutes, he gets bombarded with requests for sodas and snacks. He laughs before starting his van, and pulling out of his driveway. His name is Lincoln Loud, and he is a father of 16 amazing girls.