Part Two: Bunny Math (Or Black Sheep)
Rated: T
Star charts, biology, and some very basic mathematical sense had determined that this was the month.
She learned her peak fertility days from Cooper, via some testing, and took the required days off from work. She also decided not to warn her partner, they didn't need to have him suffer from performance issues due to pressure, so all he knew was that when he got home from work the night before those two days he found a trail of her clothes leading to their bedroom. The cats were outside for some reason as well.
He could also hear moaning. With some trepidation he ventured forth, leaning in to look through the slight crack between the door and the jam to see his redhead pleasuring herself; instantly he stood at attention.
She knew he was home and was watching but continued on with her fun until his nude form hovered over her. He pulled her hands from herself and began to gently suck her juices from her fingertips while grinding himself against her to keep her moist.
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OVER at the Tennyson household Kenny, now a little under two years old, worked with his multiplication tables. His accelerated mental development scared his mother, Julie Tennyson (née Yamamoto) slightly. It was normal because of the extremely unique mixture of alien heritage he inherited from his father, Wielder of the Omnitrix, Ben Tennyson.
Physically Kenny looked like a five-year old at most and looked very much human.
But Julie loved him more than anything or anyone else, and yes that included her parents and/or Ben.
"Mama," Kenny started out before pausing, before continuing, "Am I an ab-abom-abomination?"
"No!" she assured him swiftly, outraged, "Who on earth told you that?!"
"Some human kids, they say learned in Social Studies that your Grandpa was a very bad man and planned the attack on Pearl Harbor; Mama, what's Pearl Harbor?" he jumped from the table and went to his bag to pull out a wanted poster and came back handing it to her.
The man on the poster was in fact not her Grandfather, but a great uncle. Her stomach clenched as she looked at Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto. She was pretty used to being distrusted because of her affiliation with him and his great betrayal of America but she had hoped that by giving Kenny Ben's surname that he'd be spared. Someone had drawn devil horns and a goatee onto the picture of Admiral Yamamoto, in dress Japanese military uniform and looking very regal, to accentuated his evilness.
"Kenny listen," she breathed out softly, "you'll hear many things about this man, my great-grand uncle, but please understand he didn't want to do as he did but had a duty to his emperor and was stuck. He loved America, he had lived and gone to college here, but his duty…you know what duty means?"
"No."
"A duty is something you have to do, sometimes you can get out of doing it but sometimes you can't. My family comes from a country called Japan by everyone speaking English. The Japanese people are very devoted to honor and duty. Back then it was every person's sworn duty to do whatever the emperor, the king, asked them to do; even kill, even their own family, on his order. Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"My great-grand uncle, this man, was a genius Admiral in the Japanese Navy and the emperor, a man named Hirohito, chose him to plan an attack on America. He didn't want to but because the Emperor asked him to he had to. He had no other choice but to do it or kill himself. He was not a bad man; he was not an evil man but did what he had to do. He planned what happened but wasn't involved with carrying it out."
A cuckoo clock cuckooed just as the door swung open, "Daddy!" Kenny abandoned his work to run and hug his father. Julie chuckled and began cleaning up but she paused when she felt a pair of lips press to her temple.
"Everything go smoothly today?" was his murmured question.
"Yeah," was the reply, "You?"
"Same old, same old."