Yay! Updating again!
Fast forward seven years: (Age of Children: 6)
"äiti!" A voice ego-ed through out the upstairs at 6:30 in the morning on a Sunday. A tan arm flung to the other side of the bed to wake the grey skinned man.
"I think it's your turn my dear." Pitch mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
"Really?" Chiaroscuro stretched in bed.
"Yes really." Pitch rolled over and looked at her, blinking his grey/gold eyes. Chiaroscuro sighed and fell with a loud thump off the bed onto the floor. Her husband propped his head up with one hand, leaning on his elbow as he watched the Egyptian get up and fix the sexy black night gown. Giving Pitch quite the view. He had got that for her as a "secret present" on her birthday a year ago.
Chiaroscuro pulled her tan bathrobe over the silk nightgown to try not to mentally scar the children as she walked down the hallway.
"Give it back to him! Petruchio!" Chiaroscuro smiled as she heard the motherly yet still-a-sweet-six-year-old tone of Amarissa coming from the boys' room.
"Thou shall do no such thing for the pretty yet shrewish madam," Petruchio replied in a slick Han-Solo type voice. Petruchio had just discovered Shakespeare talking when the Black family saw the Taming of the Shrew at the local theater to show Petruchio where is name came from. Never sense the out-going boy had fallen in love with the manner of speaking.
"However fare lady, if thou shall want the bear back, a kiss must be given in return." At this point Chiaroscuro was standing in the door way, leaning on the frame watching the scene between her children play out. On the floor sat Mercuito, with his blood red curly hair in his golden eyes. A small pout playing on his feminine tan features. Mercuito looked an awful lot like his mother. By Mercuito stood Amarissa, with her jet black wavy hair pulled into a french braid by her mother the night before. Amarissa looked anger-ly at Petruchio. Amarissa looked like her father, calm grey/gold eyes full lips, and taller than Mercuito. Standing taller than his sister was Petruchio, tan features set in a smirk. Petruchio also had golden eyes and curly hair, but his hair was black like his father's. Petruchio was a perfect cross between his mother and father.
Above his head was a chocolate brown teddy bear, belonging to Mercuito, holding it out of reach of Amarissa who was trying to wrestle it back. While Petruchio and Mercuito were best friends, partners in crimes of pranks and jokes, sometimes Petruchio got bored and used his "evil" on his brother. Mercuito acted just like how he looked. He was carefree, funny/witty, a nice boy, well mannered and loyal. However, a down fall was that Mercuito was also very easy to have his feelings be hurt by others. Petruchio also was in some ways like his brother. Petruchio was stand off ish, out going, flirt to any woman, brave, bold, funny/witty, and well mannered. A total ladies man. Then there was Amarissa, the "mother" of the three. The only girl would always scold the two boys if they did something stupid and stand up for Mercuito. Amarissa was calm, witty, protected but not helpless, smart, follows rules, peaceful, thought full for far above her years, but she could also have a temper. The triplets balanced each other out in a comedic way, that added heck and laughter to the house hold.
"Oh please, the only one smart enough to kiss you would be a frog." Mercuito said from his sitting state.
"Petruchio..." The motherly voice of Chiaroscuro floated through the room. The triplets all looked up at theiräiti.
"Good morrow, äiti." Petruchio flashed his white teeth up to his mother, a look that would make most younger girls start to have a crush on him. "Have thou been sleeping well? For thou are pleasant, game-some, passing courteous. But thou slow in speech, yet as sweet as spring time flowers. Thou canst frown, thou canst look askance. Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will. Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk. But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers. With gentle conference, soft and affable." Petruchio finished his Taming of the Shrew Monologue.
"Mmm... I am her only wooer." Pitch came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her. "Also, I can a-sure you that your äiti can not have 'gentle conference' all the time. No offence my love."
"Do you mean like in bed last night?" Mercuito smiled. "The whole house could hear it. Forget Discovery Chanel, we have live audio right from the comfort of our own home."
"What did you say?" Pitch asked while Chiaroscuro began to laugh at her child's outburst.
"äiti and isä, is it a bad thing that Petruchio can memorize Shakespeare?" Amarissa butt in, changing the topic.
"No not at all, I think it is quite talented for his age." Chiaroscuro replied to her daughter.
"Oh well I can too!" Amarissa now looked excited to share her talent with her parents.
"So can I!" Mercuito got up.
"Hush~, you can have you turn. Now it is my turn. I will recite the ending monologue from Taming of the Shrew said by Kate." Amarissa put on her "acting face" as Pitch called it.
" Fie, fie! Unknit that threatening unkind brow, and dart not scornful glances from those eyes, to wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, and in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty, will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, and for thy maintenance commits his body, to painful labour both by sea and land. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe. And craves no other tribute at thy hands, but love, fair looks and true obedience, too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, even such a woman oweth to her husband. And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour. And not obedient to his honest will. What is she but a foul contending rebel and graceless traitor to her loving lord? I am ashamed that women are so simple, to offer war where they should kneel for peace. Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway. When they are bound to serve, love and obey. Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, unapt to toil and trouble in the world. But that our soft conditions and our hearts, should well agree with our external parts?Come, come, you froward and unable worms! My mind hath been as big as one of yours, my heart as great, my reason haply more. To bandy word for word and frown for frown. But now I see our lances are but straws. Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, that seeming to be most which we indeed least are. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, and place your hands below your husband's foot, in token of which duty, if he please. My hand is ready; may it do him ease."
Amarissa finished with a sigh.
"Now there's a wench!" Petruchio smiled.
"It's weird to see your six year old daughter talking about marriage and being loyal to a man..." Pitch sighed in Chiaroscuro's ear.
"Can I go? Halutaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" Mercuito begged.
"Of course," Chiaroscuro smiled down to her son. "Then we will have breakfast."
"Okay," Mercuito smiled. " Nay, an there were two such, we should have none, shortly, for one kill the other. Thou! Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but thou hast hazel eyes, what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? They head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another, for trying his new shoes with old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!"
"päättynyt!" Mercuito smiled to his parents.
"Bravo, all of you!" Pitch smiled.
"Now, go fetch me breakfast!" Petruchio smiled.
"Go fetch me breakfast what?" The Egyptian mother corrected.
"Go fetch me breakfast, haluta (please)." Petruchio added, looking up at his father. Pitch felt a tug on his black pajama pants, he looked down to see it was his daughter.
"Yes my princess?" Pitch let go of his wife and picked Amarissa up.
"Waffles, haluta?" Amarissa smiled softly, she knew that between all the three of them, Pitch had a very speical spot in his heart for her. But that did not mean that he did not love the boys any less.
"Oh all right, let's go." Pitch walked out the room with Amarissa.
"Petruchio," Chiaroscuro softly said.
"Yes äiti?"
"Give Mercuito back his bear."
"Yes äiti." Petruchio smiled as he gave his brother back his oh so special bear, then the black haired boy ran down stairs to make sure that he got extra waffles from his father. As Chiaroscuro and Mercuito were about to follow, Mercuito looked up to his mother.
"Can you carry me to?" Mercuito asked with his arms up and teddy bear still in one hand.
"Of course I can." Chiaroscuro picked Mercuito up and began to walk down the hallway.
"I love you äiti."
"I love you too, Mercuito."