"Eunice? Have you ever consider you and Frank… making a kid?"
"Frank's all the kid I'll ever need, Wanda", Eunice replied.
"With a lady like Eunice, who needs a teenager", Frank retorted, then after working his jaw in thought, added, "and anyways, it'd be hard to find parts for good kids, if you know what I mean."
"I can imagine", Wayne replied as he watched a group of his own kids chasing and biting each other, "It's hard enough getting good ones the first time around."
"They're just energetic and eager to explore the world", Wanda stated in defense.
"Yeah, until they get older and aren't so eager anymore", Wayne sighed.
"They help around the house, honey. The one's that stick around are just as much a blessing as those that go to the winds", Wanda explained, hugging Wayne.
"If I did have one, I imagine I'd want her to be a girl, maybe between seven and ten, almost as good looking as me", Eunice stated.
"Nah, a boy", Frank retorted.
"It could be both", Eunice interjected with a dismissive hand wave.
They both chuckled.
"Actually, I was thinking of a pet of some sort", Frank continued, glancing at his wife with raised blows, "maybe a cat, dog, horse of some sort."
With lidded eyes, Eunice looked over her husband, then she started hemming and hawing, and finally nodded.
"Something rugged like a husky or a malamute", Frank added.
"I was thinking more afghan hound?" Eunice corrected, her interest peeked.
"Eh, yeah, and bobcat", Frank stated with a wry smile.
"No, Persian", Eunice corrected again, smiling back at her hulking husband.
"And definitely plenty of thoroughbred Clydesdale", Frank concluded, arms crossed.
"As long as it's Palomino, Frank", Eunice responded.
"We can get all those", Frank stated, nodding and rubbing his chin, "I'll have to work on that."
"It's about time you put your mind to getting me something decent for a change", Eunice mused.
"I don't think having a pet compares with the joy of parenthood", Wanda chimed in.
"Oh, I wouldn't call it joy… most of the time", Wayne added, changing his statement when he saw Winnie looking at him.
Amongst her age group, Winnie was probably the least ball of terror, unless she wanted her way, at which pointed she very well could be counted as one of the biggest hell raisers in the entire brood. As such, she was one of the rare few that had started pre-school on time and would in the coming year go to a regular public monster first grade, though she was still quite willing and able to kick the butt of anyone that dared take her Binky away from her. With Wayne and Wanda she gave leniency, gradually becoming more and more irritable and throwing tantrums until it was returned, possibly due to the fact that Wanda almost always only took it away to clean it, and Wayne played the Binky fairy, replacing a worn-out one with a new one while she slept, and if her siblings did manage to take and destroy it, Wayne almost always was quick in providing her with a new one.
Wayne figured Winnie's Binky was most likely one of the few reasons why Winnie was one of the far few in the entire bunch that genuinely liked, let alone listened and wanted to be with him, and for that he had no inhibitions in letting it known that she was his favorite. This in turn probably fuelled the others distaste in him.
Wayne was also pretty sure Griffin feared Wanda and her litter, if not werewolves in general, because they could track and locate him by scent just as easily as they could any other creature. He could never completely disappear from them, and they kept on multiplying every time Wanda went into heat.
Out of the entire family, Winnie was the best tracker of them all. Wayne didn't have to tell Winnie when he had been with Griffin even during a lunch break. Dracula's bacon stunt had been less about letting them zero in on Griffin's whereabouts, and more about giving the okay that they could attack Griffin, if only in a non-aggressive way.
When Wayne had first come home smelling of Jenna, Wanda and Winnie had approached him guardedly, wanting an explanation, while all the rest of the brood had taken it as a threat to the family. Wayne probably wouldn't have stopped them from tearing his hide to shreds. Winnie didn't know what Jenna was, but she could tell her father was not at all happy to have been with her.
Jenna had been brought with Dracula, but Wayne, and Drac said he'd look into it. Wayne was sure Dracula wouldn't want some Asian monster encroaching on the happiness of his beloved daughter's favorite aunt. He hoped Drac would track her down and drain every bit of blood out of her body.
Drac did track Jenna down, but only to tell her go easy on Wayne and not to even think about touching his family. Apparently kitsunes are distant succubus cousins to vampires, and though Jenna might not mind getting a bit of young blood in her mouth on occasion, Dracula stated that very scent of her made him want to gag, let alone thought of biting into her and probably ending up with a mouthful of concentrated semen and vaginal fluid.
Wayne tried to explain to Wanda what he had to deal with, and that Jenna was freely leaching off all his higher ups. That, if push came to shove, he probably had no choice but to pay his dues, but he was always thinking of his faithful and irreplaceable wife.
Wanda was upset, of course, but supportive, and Winnie, though still not knowing what was going on, went along with the forgiveness.