Mother's Intuition
Crystal knew something was wrong when she first saw him refuse half a bucket of fish from his normal twenty buckets. Or when he had refused to spend time with her… and he never missed those!
He had currently locked himself in his room and had refused to let anyone in. He had now gotten down to about three buckets of fish a day and it was starting to worry her. You can call it Mother Intuition if you must but Crystal knew her son very well and if he was going to starve himself it must've been something to cause it.
Crystal knocked on Blowhole's bedroom door.
"Victor? It's mommy. May I come in?"
She leaned in closer to hear him. It all silence till…
"No… go away."
She barely could hear a word. She pulled out a skeleton key and unlocked his door. She walked in to see him lying on his bed, his head under his pillow.
"Victor honey… is something wrong?"
"No… please go away."
Crystal came up and sat on the bed next to him and started rubbing his back. Something must've been really wrong. She could feel it in her gut.
"Victor. I can tell something is wrong. You know you can tell me anything. I'm your mother."
Blowhole rolled over to look at her. Tears were in his eye.
"Why?"
"Why what sweetie?"
"Why did you adopt me? Why does everything bad has to happen to me? Why did I have to lose my eye?"
Crystal gave him a little sympathetic smile.
"Sweetie. Some of those I can't answer, but I can promise that I can answer. Like you adoption. You're biological mom had to give you up so you can survive without your dad trying to kill you. Your eye… well call it Mother's Intuition, but when you first got hurt I knew something bad had happen and I knew I had to check on you. "
"… How do you know so much about this?"
Crystal smiled.
"Well sweetie some stuff I know and other stuff, I just make up. And you know I would never lie to you."
She kissed his forehead, giving him a gentle smile. Blowhole sighed as he hugged her, his head resting on her lap. She started to hum a soft lullaby, the one she used to sing him all the time when he was a baby. Crystal smiled.
A Mother's Intuition was one of the strongest things in the world…
Tea vs. Coffee
"Tea!"
"Coffee!"
"Tea!"
"Coffee!"
"Tea!"
"Coffee!"
Blowhole was watching the fight as Cartoongirl and Skipper argued which drink was better for the morning. Cartoongirl was more of a tea person. She couldn't stand the strong taste of coffee but she liked the smell of it.
Skipper on the other hand could drink coffee like it was water. He often had a fish in it, stirring the sugar around, like how Cartoongirl would, but she poured in like several tablespoons of sugar in her tea.
"Coffee!"
"Tea!"
"Coffee!"
"Tea!"
Blowhole sighed. He grabbed a glass of milk and started drinking it. They could argue which heavy caffeinated was better… but Blowhole preferred milk over the other.
Winter
Blowhole didn't like winter. It was cold and he nearly froze whenever he went out so he had to be dressed in many layers.
He watched out the window as snow softly fallen on the ground, making him shiver even though he was nice and warm in his heated lair.
Crystal on the other hand loved snow. It reminded her of those fond days of when she was a child living in Antarctica, playing in the snow, meeting her true love, having her first chick… memories like that flooded back in her.
She would love to share her love with snow with him, but she knew that he was too sensitive to the cold, and she would have to find another way for them to enjoy it together. She smiled as she tossed snow in the air and twirled in a circle as the snow fell around her.
She looked over to see him watching her from inside the lair. She smiled and waved at him. He waved back, smiling sheepishly.
She walked in with a smile on her face, snow covered her.
"Oh I wish you would be able to play in the snow with me. You would have so much fun."
"Mother… you know how sensitive my skin is when it comes to cold stuff."
"I know, but I know one thing you love about winter. The Christmas specials on TV, the songs..."
Blowhole smiled. He did enjoy watching the Christmas specials and singing the songs, but what he loved most was building the gingerbread house with Crystal.
So… winter wasn't that bad.
Mermaid and the Dolphin
Blowhole didn't know how to take the news about Dr. Blowholeluv (DBL) being a mermaid. He was so used to seeing her around trying to get him to date her. Since he lived on land and now she was living in the water…
At first he was thrilled but without having a stalker around… it's like it had become a normal every day habit, it felt empty.
Blowhole had rolled into Cartoongirl's room as she was busy working on another art piece of hers…. which somehow involved balloons filled with paint, a large canvas and darts.
"Cartoongirl?" he asked.
"What?" she asked, she was wearing a poncho to prevent her from getting paint all over her fur.
"Um… when do you think DBL will be human again?"
"How would I know? I don't know anything about mermaids." She answered, popping a balloon. Blue paint fell on the canvas.
"Uh… you think we can visit her?"
"Why would you care? You can't swim in deep water."
"S-s-so? The Ocean can be a dangerous place."
"Like when you nearly drowned in that storm?"
Blowhole nodded.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him.
"Aw… you actually do care about DBL!"
"N-n-n-no I don't!" he denied.
"Yes you do! You actually miss having DBL around! This is rich!"
Blowhole frowned. "Fine. I'll go by myself. And once mother finds out that you left me in deep water all by myself you're going to get in so much trouble!"
Cartoongirl groaned. He could be such a little tattletale. She pulled the poncho off and walked up to him.
"Fine. But I hate you."
They arrived at the water were, believe or not, DBL was there.
"DBL!" Blowhole smiled, but quickly frowned.
DBL turned around to see Blowhole and Cartoongirl.
"Oh hi! What are you guys doing here?"
"Just stopped by to see how you are." Blowhole answered.
"Aw… how sweet. Thanks Blowhole, you too."
"Nice seeing you DBL, know we gotta get back to the lair. Later." Cartoongirl answered, pulling her brother away.
"Bye!"
DBL smiled as they left. It was nice to see that they cared.
Nightmares
Blowhole whimpered in his sleep as a nightmare appeared. He twisted and turn, whimpering, and crying. He sat up screaming.
He hated nightmares… the pain of dreadful memories that had haunted him. He had gone into Crystal's room and shook her awake.
"Mommy… Mommy, wake up."
Crystal yawned and sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Victor? Honey what's wrong?"
"I… I had a nightmare…"
"Aww…" Crystal replied, giving him an understanding look, "And you want to sleep with me tonight don't you?"
Blowhole nodded, giving her a really sad look.
Crystal opened her covers and he climbed in. He curled up next to her, happily breathing in her scent as he listened to her sing a soft lullaby.
Maybe he should come to her more often when he has nightmares.