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It was a Friday evening like any other when we got the news, Tamsin was laid sprawled across the cream sofa in her sweats as Sif laid parallel a little further down near her legs, Elin and I had taken refuge on the oversized armchair, her little body lying still in my arms as I swept the thick mop of dark brown baby hair out of her eyes which were focused on the TV along with her sister and mama's.
"Woah! Did you see that one Mommy?" Sif pointed at the TV as her eyes barely moved from the excitement on the screen as I laughed and nodded my head. Elin squealed with excitement and clapped her hands together as the giant cars whizzed past the 65-inch screen that Tamsin *swears* she didn't steal from Target with her doubt that one time I let her take the kids grocery shopping.
Sif frowned and furrowed her eyebrows just the way Tamsin does when she's mad. "Mommy, make Elin stop squealing." she moaned, crossing her arms as Tamsin nudged her butt to stop sulking.
"Dude, what did we say about being cool to the baby sister when she makes too much noise?" Tamsin lowered her serious Mama gaze.
"That she doesn't know too be quiet during Monster Truck 5000 because she's only ten years old." Sif huffed, rolling her eyes as she settled back down into the sofa.
"Ten months old, but close enough Kiddo." Tamsin stroked down Sif's curly white hair.
"Wow look at that one Sif! Did you see that truck?" I pretended to be as enthusiastic as the rest of my girls as Sif's eyes grew wide in awe at the giant truck flying over ten school buses, in fact Tamsin looked pretty impressed too.
Before I could even finish my sentence the tiny trouble maker in my arms started squealing again, louder and longer than before as her pacifier flew out of her shaking fist - hitting Sif square in the face as her eyes glazed over with five year old rage. "Stop it!" Sif roared, her fists clenched as Tamsin grabbed her by the collar to stop her flying off the sofa.
"Simmer down!" Tamsin demanded, sitting up to face our temper tantrum five year old as she grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table, her finger hovering over the button. "Or else, I'll put Say Yes To The Dress On for your Mommy." she growled.
"Ooh! I love Say Yes To The Dress." I smiled as I bounced Elin back into her weird baby trance, before realising I'd turned into a stereotypical mom.
"Say Yes To The Dress sucks." Sif mumbled, kicking the sofa with the backs of her feet.
"I know it sucks, that's why I'll put it on - as punishment young lady." Tamsin reconfirmed, before putting the remote back down as the ad break finished and Monster Trucks 5000 filled our screen again. "Now be good otherwise you're going to Kleinfeld Bridal with your Mommy next time there's a stupid family wedding or whatever."
"No need for a DNA test Maury, they're definitely yours." I muttered under my breath, loud enough for Tamsin to hear as she threw me a glare.
"And what the Fae is that supposed to mean?" she asked, reaching out her hand to put the pacifier back in Elin's smiling mouth.
"Exhibit A." I said, pointing down to the wry smiling baby in my arms. "We have the trouble-maker." I laughed, "Exhibit B." I pointed over to Sif, "We have the queen of sass." I laughed even harder, before Sif abruptly shushed me so she could focus on the trucks flying through flaming hoops.
Elin's high pitched squeal soon filled the air again as her eyes lit up, almost like this ten month old baby knew exactly what kind of havoc she was causing on her big sisters last straw of patience. Before I could hush her back down, her fist flung the pacifier once again, practically in slow motion as I knew directly where it was headed for. I watched Tamsin's palm open up to try and catch it, but once again it hit Sif square in the face.
'Child of Valhalla, daughter of Hel, you have angered me. I will reign supreme over the world, and the world shall fear my name.' Sif began to roar in a voice too deep and demonic to belong to our sweet five year old, her eyes burning a magnificent electric shade of blue as her cheeks receded into her valkyrie face.
"Down Devil Child, Down!" Tamsin roared louder, body blocking her as I put Elin in her bouncer before Tamsin and I unleashed our powers, unsure on what to do as we stood staring at our daughter, who in turn stood staring at us, her wings glowing an electric shade of blue like each feather tip was suddenly razor sharp.
"No need for a DNA test Maury, she's definitely yours." Tamsin sassed.
"Real helpful Tamsin" I growled, "baby you need to calm down." I said gently as Tamsin creeped closer towards our daughter with each careful step.
"I am born from wings that grace blessed air and the blood of unstoppable kings, I will not be made to watch Say Yes To The Dress." the demonic roar threatened us once again as the feathers of her wings seemed to stand up like a cat's fur.
"Seriously Baby Satan, that's what this is over? Mommy's stupid TV show?" Tamsin cocked her head, her face deadpan with no expression.
Before we could move quick enough Sif shot into the air, climbing the curtains before gliding to the top of the drinks cabinet with ease, I was almost in awe. Until electric blue lightning shot from her palms and scorched my white drapes.
"Get in the kitchen with Elin, I'll deal with this." Tamsin lowered her voice, I was about to argue until I saw the lightning begin to crackle in her little palms again.
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'Get down from there!" 'I swear to god!' 'Ayla Sif Dennis!'
I sat at the kitchen table listening to Tamsin's voice through the closed doors as the flapping of wings and clattering of furniture didn't go amiss upon me.
"You can stop laughing too." I said to the ten month old baby sat opposite me, her eyes focused far more than what they should be for her age as a hearty chuckle escaped her lips.
The buzzing cell phone on the surface caught my attention as I looked at the screen, noting the sixteen missed calls from the unknown number calling me. I slid the screen to unlock the phone and accept the call, "Look I don't know who this is but we're in the middle of something right now with a Satan baby so can you call me back another ti-" before I could finish my sentence the voice on the other end interrupted me.
"Bo, it's Tyr." the deep voice belonging to none other than the God of War commanded with authority. I physically sat back in my chair as I racked my brain, trying to recall the last time I spoke to Tamsin's father, in fact I don't think I'd ever heard him talk before, Acacia always does the talking.
"I- er, Hi." I awkwardly replied, "How was the Ragnarok re-enactment?"
"Now isn't the time for chit-chat, it's an emergency. I need to speak with Tamsin right away." he ordered, the thought of Tyr using a cellphone seemed so odd. Every time I saw him he was the stereotypical vision of a viking, his long silvering blonde hair tied into a braid with fur around his shoulders, a sword always slung around his waist, his plain white tunic not giving him many places to hide a cellphone that was for sure.
"Tyr, she's seriously in the middle of something right now. Can I get her to call you back?" I asked, until the loud thud against the door reminded me where I was.
"Bo, I don't care if she's fighting Hades himself." he growled, "It's her mother Acacia, I need to speak to her right away."
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I opened the door and poked my head around, quickly closing it again as Sif flew past me at break neck speed, evading her mother's capture.
"Bo get back in the kitchen, I haven't caught her yet." I heard Tamsin holler through the wood of the closed door.
"Tamsin there's a phone call for you-" I tried to explain.
"Are you serious right now?" I practically heard her roll her eyes, "Tell them I'm busy fighting Snack-Size Satan."
I went to open the door again, until a thud against the other side stopped me. 'Ouch.' I heard Tamsin complain.
"What's going on in there?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Basically, a game of Quidditch." Tamsin shouted back.
"What? and Sif is the Golden Snitch?" I asked hopefully, trying to keep this as light as possible.
"No, what's that one that's made of iron and hurts like hell?" Tamsin asked as I heard them flying around the room still.
"The Bludger?" I replied.
"Yeah, that's it. Snack-Size Satan is the Bludger." she noted, "Who called anyway?"
"Tyr." I said, before I could get an explanation out the door in front of me opened a crack, just enough for me to see my wife's green eye staring at me.
"My dad called you?" she repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah Tamsin, I think you should take the call…" I replied gently. "It's your Mom…"
"Tell him I'll be right there." she answered, slamming the door as this game of Quidditch was about the get cut short.
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Tamsin stormed into the kitchen and picked up the phone at the table as her father sat on the other line, they didn't exchange pleasantries. Her papa wasn't much for talking, neither was Tamsin at the best of times.
"Is it what I think it is?" Tamsin asked, her face softening and her mouth hanging half agape as I tried to listen into her father's deep voice on the phone, still unsure on what was going on. "No, no, I'm fine Papa. It's just came as a shock that's all, we'll be on our way to see you tomorrow with the girls." with that she hung up the phone.
My stomach did backflips as I prepared myself for bad news, my arms shooting out to hold my wife as I waited for her to give me the news I was dreading to hear.
"When did she go?" I asked gently, placing my hand over Tamsin's as she looked at me with uncertain eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"When did she pass away?" I rephrased, a little more bluntly. "You're mom was so, so old Tamsin, she had so many happy memories with her grandchildren, that's the most important thing to remember right now." I tried to comfort her, squeezing her hand.
"Acacia isn't dead." she snapped, threw me the look that told me I was in big, big trouble. "My grandmother has stepped down from the throne, my mom will be crowned the new Queen tomorrow in a passover ceremony." she explained, "Acacia has already gone to the Great Halls to pay respect to the elders.
Before I could begin to beg for forgiveness as the baby staring at us began to chuckle again furiously, a knocking sound on wood disturbed the silence between us. 'Let me out!' I heard Sif shout.
"Where's Sif?" I asked, my ears perking up as I raced through the kitchen doors into the living room.
"Oh shit." I heard Tamsin mutter behind me, following in my trail as I came to the source of the knocking behind the cupboard door underneath the stairs, I opened the door as our five year old crashed into my arms all signs of her alter-ego gone now that she had calmed down.
"Tell me that you didn't put her under the stairs Tamsin." I shouted, picking our daughter up who seemed too exhausted from her tantrum to know where she was right now.
"You were the one who gave me the inspiration with all that Harry Potter talk! What was I supposed to do? I thought my Mom had died and I was stuck fighting Baby Satan!" she argued defensively, crossing her arms.
"See! I wasn't the only one!" I pointed at her, "Your Dad never calls!"
"Well maybe if you taught her how to control her dark baby tantrums we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!" Tamsin threw back, storming back through to the living room as she began to pick up scorched cushions that she had clearly used as shields.
Before either of us could add anymore to the conversation, infectious baby laughter filled the air, giggling away as we both turned to glance at each other for a moment.
"Trouble-maker." I whispered.