Hello! This is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:
Spirit listened dutifully to Kenwyn as the grunt guided her through her violin lessons. She had just finished two hours of ballet. Truth be told, the little healer was having a difficult time concentrating…
That woman was watching her. AnnaMarie Callan seemed to think that by taking an interest in her she would be able to worm her way between Six and Rex. It was late August. Her daddies had been together romantically for nearly a year. They had known each other for nearly half of Rex's life!
If Yuki couldn't separate them no one could and Yuki was a million times prettier than AnnaMarie and a hell of a lot bitchier.
Spirit's internal monologue was cut short by Kenwyn's clapping.
"You did well. Very well… Imagine how good you could be if your mind were truly focused," Kenwyn said as she glared in the Southern belle's direction.
The simpering blonde pouted and batted her eyelashes in an innocent way. It made Kenwyn sick… Spirit had told her all about what that conniving witch was planning. Six and Rex were so perfect for each other! She had never seen a couple more devoted to each other or more in love… There was no way in hell AnnaMarie was going to tare that apart!
Kenwyn sighed…
She couldn't help but feel just a bit guilty and even more disgusted by herself. AnnaMarie was, for all intents and purposes, an enemy and Kenwyn was in a very happy relationship with Annie. But still…
The Southern belle possessed such poise and elegance… AnnaMarie was eloquent and almost powerful with the staggering amount of confidence she possessed. She had this maturity that came from good breeding yet at the same time had the selfishness of a child. Which also ironically, also came from good breeding…
Despite being a huge bitch, AnnaMarie was very beautiful.
'Pity its only skin deep…' The grunt thought.
"Jones," Six called out, "I'm recommending you for agent training. Do you except?"
Three heads shot up and glanced over at the top agent's direction. Kenwyn's expression bore a look of surprise. Spirit's eyes lit up with excitement at the sound of her beloved father's voice.
AnnaMarie's eyes darkened with lust…
"An agent?!" Kenwyn stated out of surprise.
"You're strong, knowledgeable, capable… You're more than ready to join Johnson in his training."
Kenwyn smiled, "I accept."
"Good. You start tomorrow."
Kenwyn nodded her head, "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
Six smirked, "I know you won't. Go enjoy a night on the town with Annie. But be sure to get plenty of rest. You start at dawn."
"Yes sir!"
"Dismissed."
Kenwyn saluted her superior officer and actually found that she had to fight the urge to skip out of the room.
'I'm spending way too much time around Annie…' She thought with a smile.
And it was true… Annie and Kenwyn were perfect opposites. The blonde's bubbly and cheerful clumsiness brought light into the grunt's life. While her "mocha skinned goddess" possessed a calm grace that grounded the otherwise flighty little ditz. It was as though they were made for each other…
BEEP!
'Speak of the devil and she doth text…'
Kenwyn checked her mobile phone and saw, "I got into Carnegie Mellon Uni!"
"That's awesome! Congradultions! BTW, 6 just told me that he wants me to join Johnson in agent training," Kenwyn texted.
"OMG! That's great! Lets celebrate!"
"Need a shower. When does your shift end?"
"In an hour."
"Be there in 30."
"Kay! 3"
Kenwyn grinned and hugged her iPhone to her chest. She abruptly stopped upon realizing what she was doing.
'I really am acting a lot like her…'
It didn't occur until midway through her shower that Kenwyn realized that she was in love…
She smiled to herself as she felt tears prickle at her eyes. It was the good kind of tears… The kind you cry during the happiest moments in your life. The kind that makes you feels amazing until the panic sets in…
'Oh crap! When do I tell her?! How do I tell her?! Does she love me back?!'
Kenwyn quickly brushed out her hair and got dressed. A pair of khaki cargo shorts, sandals, and a cream tank top with a raspberry butterfly on it.
Okay so she was still panicking a bit. She put on some cherry chap stick and headed out to her car. Her nerves were more than a bit frazzled as she wondered as to weather or not she would have to put in for a transfer since Annie was going to school in Pittsburg and she worked in Nevada.
By the time Kenwyn arrived to pick up her girlfriend she was a nervous wreck. She tried to imitate Six's poker face but ended up looking more grumpy and annoyed than anything.
Annie's customary smile melted off of her face as she sat down, "Something wrong?"
"…Nothing… I'm just trying to figure out how to tell my girlfriend that I'm in love with her without having a coronary," Kenwyn said as she gripped her steering wheel tightly.
Annie's eyes lit up and she smiled, "Well you certainly don't go about it like that! But I'm happy to hear it… I love you too."
"I… Really?"
The blonde laughed, "Yes! What's so hard to understand?"
"N-Nothing. I mean this is still kind of new to both of us…"
"Some more so than others," Annie pointed out in a teasing tone.
Annie had known that she liked girls since she was ten. Kenwyn, the girl who graduated at the top of her class, the expert markswoman, and the hand-to-hand combat guru… The one who was always prepared and on top of things was now left feeling as though ground had opened up from under her and swallowed her whole. And yet miraculously she landed in the arms of her very own ray of sunshine…
Kenwyn had never dated before. She was too strong and too serious. The boys just didn't seem to like her. And for the longest time, that really hurt… But how there was only happiness in her life…
Annie interrupted her girlfriend's thoughts by leaning in and giving her a tender, loving kiss. Kenwyn jumped out of her skin and took a second to jumpstart her brain before returning it.
"Now lets celebrate! Tonight. My roof. Wear something girly and fabulous!" Annie said with a squeal.
Kenwyn raised an eyebrow and pulled out of her parking spot.
"What are we celebrating? My promotion? Your acceptance letter?"
"Our love."
Kenwyn felt her eyes tear up ever so slightly…
It was a wonderful feeling…
For as peaceful and as loved as Kenwyn felt there was another soul within Providence that was equally as disquieted…
Callan stared at his iPhone as though he had an intense hatred for the device. The normally cool-headed and strong captain was damn near shaking with terror over what he was about to do…
Cesar gave his new love a worried look. The cowboy had been staring at his mobile as though it had just murdered his family… The blonde's eyes went from hard and angry to almost horrified…
Callan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, silently praying that this would end well. He picked up his mobile and called home.
"Hello?" Came the sweet voice of his mother.
"Mom…" Callan started nervously.
Cesar could see that his sweet cowboy was trembling. He wasn't certain if he should reach out and try to soothe his nerves or remain silent. Callan shifted nervously and took to pacing as his mother rambled on about something. Form what the scientist was able to overhear, Callan's mother…
'Callan's mother… I don't even know her name and I'm in a relationship with her son!' Cesar thought, feeling slightly panicked.
"Mom? Where's dad? I kind of need to talk to you both…" Callan asked, having finally worked up the nerve to cut her off.
Cesar took Callan's sudden stillness as a sign that it was all right to reach out. So he took his new love's hand in his… Callan's tightly coiled form seemed to loosen and sag. The cowboy swayed on his feet a bit, leaning into his monkey for support.
Cesar was close enough to hear Mrs. Callan's sweet sultry voice and Mr. Callan's deep, thickly accented one.
"Yer on speakerphone, son. Yer mama says that ya sound like yer about to have a heart attck so speak up," Mr. Callan said.
Cesar tensed…
Callan took a deep breath, "Well I want AnnaMarie gone. She's tryin' to break up my friends' relationship. It ain't happenin'. They have a daughter and everythin'."
The scientist blinked in surprise as the captain's accent became much thicker. He was used to his love's accent yet even he had a hard time understanding him now…
'He must be nervous…'
"Michael. Ya've always been able to handle yer sister before. What's holdin' ya back from bein' a man and tellin' her no?"
"Dear, that's hardly fair! Ya know how AnnaMarie can be when she has a man in mind!" Mrs. Callan admonished.
"She's threatenin' ta tell ya somethin' that I wasn' ready for ya to know…"
"Tell me what, boy? Are ya in trouble?!"
"No. I… I'm gay."
Cesar nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard laughter on the other end… His blood began boiling and it took every ounce of his nearly nonexistent self-control to not snatch the mobile away and tell them off!
'Now I know how Rex and Six felt… We're not a joke dammit!'
"We already know," Mr. Callan finally said.
"W-What?! How?!"
"Oh yer daddy and I were feelin' a little frisky and wanted to roll around in the hay like old times when we saw you with John the farm hand…" Mrs. Callan explained.
'Oh God… I so don't need that mental image,' Callan thought.
Cesar made a face then began to wonder if that was how his cowboy was made… He decided that he was better off not knowing.
"We were waitin' for ya to man up and tell us yerself!"
Callan fidgeted, "I-I didn't think you'd be so acceptin'. Yer a man's man after all…"
"I'm a father first. So long as you don' do somethin' stupid like run away in battle and leave yer friends and subordinates for dead, I'll always love ya."
"We'd love ya even then, though we'd be really disappointed," Mrs. Callan interjected.
"Is it Cesar? That scientist ya asked me to invest in?"
Callan's jaw dropped…
"H-How did ya know?"
"Ya talk about him as though he hung the moon!" Mrs. Callan all but squealed.
She was so excited that her baby boy was finally in love…
"I tell ya what. We'll handle yer sister if ya visit with yer boyfriend and his family," Mr. Callan said.
"Deal. Ya might want to pick up on some sign language or keep pens and paper around. Spirit can' talk."
"Spirit?"
"Six and Rex's daughter."
"Six is your best friend from basic, right?"
"That's right."
"And Rex is the "cure" that the whole world is goin' on about, right?"
"Yeah. He's Cesar's little brother."
"When are you going to make me a grandmother?"
Callan's face grew very red as he began to sputter, practically choking on his own saliva. Cesar threw his head back and laughed momentarily forgetting that he was so close to the mobile…
"Is that Cesar? Can I talk to him?" His mother all but demanded.
Callan turned to Cesar, "Yer turn."
Cesar nervously took the phone, "H-Hello?"
"Hello there, suga! Michael tells me that yer his little boyfriend… Ya better be treatin' my boy well or I'll come after ya!" Mrs. Callan stated.
"Y-Yes ma'am."
"Good! Now lets get right down ta business. What kinda man did my baby fall in love with?"
"Well… I was born in Mumbai, India. My parents were globetrotting scientists. I graduated form Carnegie Mellon University at the top of my class at age fifteen. I walked away with a doctorate in biomedical engineering and computer science. My younger brother, Rex, was born in Geneva, Switzerland and he's ten years younger than me. I worked on the nanite project with my parents. They died in the explosion. Rex wound up in Mexico somehow and I escaped in my mobile lab… I-I couldn't get to them…" Cesar choked up a bit…
Callan held his love monkey's hand and rested his chin on his shoulder.
"Listen, son, I'm sure they don' blame ya. They certainly wouldn' want ya to join them. It's too soon. 'Sides, the way I see it, you had ta stick around and make my boy happy," Mr. Callan said.
Cesar took a deep breath and sighed, "Gracias…"
"De nada. Please continue."
"My lab traveled so quickly that in the fifteen minutes it took to stop it five year had gone by. Rex was no longer the little boy I left behind. He was fifteen and an agent for Providence. I spent the past three years in a relationship with Michael. I became an uncle just last Christmas when Six and Rex started to date. Spirit was adopted by Six though she considers Rex her daddy as well. I think he has plans to adopt her once he's a little older."
"Older?" Mrs. Callan cut in.
"Rex is eighteen and Six is thirty… Not my ideal idea of a first relationship for my little brother, but Six treats him alright…"
"So what do you like to do?"
"I generally keep to my lab. I'm currently working with Dr. Holiday to try to find a cure for the EVOs my brother can't take care of. I create advanced weaponry and armor for Michael and his grunts. I love making fruit smoothies. I honestly kind of like shopping, but I never take it too seriously… I teach science to my niece while Michael handles history. Six does literature, piano, painting, and self-defense. Rex covers math. Private Kenwyn teaches her ballet and violin. Her biological uncle, Conrí, teaches computers. We're a little worried that he's going to turn her into a hacker and a delinquent… Spirit just turned eleven. She's an EVO and her ability is healing through touch."
"Sounds like that little girl is spoiled," Mr. Callan pointed out with a certain sense of dread…
Callan and Cesar burst into laughter…
"Oh God… You have no idea… Spirit requested a Wonderland themed birthday party. Six went all out! I never knew he could be such a softy…" Callan said with a broad grin.
"It was amazing! He even wore blue! He dressed up! Everyone did. We have pictures we could send you. They all looked amazing!" Cesar cut in.
"I'm sure they did! I can't wait to see pictures of little Spirit!"
"She's a real sweet girl… But she needs ta stop worryin' about her daddies and uncles when they go off to fight an EVO."
"Yeah. But on the plus side, we've got our very own very short little guardian angel looking after us."
"Do you do missions, Cesar?"
"Yes. I got my tuning fork to knock EVOs out and Michael's teaching me boxing and other forms of hand-to-hand combat."
"Six is finally teachin' Rex too…"
"About time he learns to think with his mind instead of react with his instincts."
The siren began to blare…
"Looks like duty calls… Sorry to cut this short," Callan said.
"It's alright sweetheart, stay safe. You too Cesar!" Mrs. Callan said.
"You keep an eye on that boy!" Mr. Callan shouted.
"I hope to meet you soon! Goodbye!" Cesar said as he rushed off to get his tuning fork.
"We love you, baby, remember that," Mrs. Callan said.
Callan smiled, "Thanks mom… Bye guys. I have a feelin' we'll be visitin' real soon."
"Bye son," Mr. Callan said.
The captain hung up and sighed as he felt the crushing weight that had been suffocating him for years lift away. It was amazing what love could do for you. It gives you strength that you never knew existed…
Callan grabbed his laser rifle and his plasma revolver before running out the door. Cesar was already within the Keep, waiting for him.
The scientist's eyes widened in shock… The mirth shining through in his love's dark, soulful eyes were simply divine. He grabbed the blonde's wrist and pulled him into an abandoned room, kissing him soundly on the lips.
"I love you," Cesar whispered softly, looking his cowboy in the eye as he broke the kiss.
Callan kissed him passionately, pressing him against the locked door, "I love you too, but I'm not about to go into battle hard…"
The scientist gave his amused love an incredulous look before laughing.
"Well that's a perfect moment ruined…"
Callan smirked, "See? It's not just you. I can do it too."
Cesar chuckled and kissed his love again.
"That's blackmail!" Rex shouted.
The captain and the scientist looked to each other and stepped out of their hiding place. The last time Rex looked this furious was when Yuki had hurt his love and their daughter… Spirit was clinging desparately to her papa's hand. She looked so scared, angry, and even a little hurt.
AnnaMarie, on the other hand, had her arms wrapped around Six's like a python. The agent looked very uncomfortable…
"Why doesn't he just bitch slap her or something?" Cesar asked.
"She's defenseless. Six is dangerous not evil," Callan whispered back.
"I don' care! I man this fine should be on the arm of a woman and workin' her daddy's ranch not a soldier havin' an affair with the hired help!" AnnaMarie screeched.
"You call me that one more time and I'll shock you so badly your hair falls out!" Rex screamed back.
"Either I get my man or daddy finds out that his golden boy is a fairy!"
"That's enough, AnnaMarie," Callan bellowed, cutting in, "Daddy already knows. He's known for years!"
"Yer lyin'! No way daddy would be okay with yer unnatural love!"
AnnaMarie's mobile went off…
It was her daddy's ring tone…
"Daddy?" She answered as sweet as sugar.
"How are you enjoyin' yer trip out ta see yer brother?" Mr. Callan started out casually…
"Not so good. I fell in love and he's in an unnatural relationship with a dirty immigrant! AnnaMarie whined.
"And yer brother is in a relationship with a perfectly fine young gentleman."
"W-What… You know?!"
"Lower yer voice girl! Yer mother and I are deeply disappointed in you!" Blackmailin' yer brother and his family for some man even if he is the pride of Providence… Ya want money ta spend, ya come home right now and look in ta goin' to college!"
"But daddy!" AnnaMarie whined.
"NOW!"
It was clear by how she flinched that Mr. Callan had hung up. AnnaMarie looked ashen a she trembled out of shock. She reluctantly let go of Six…
"Ya know… Ya really are the finest man I have ever laid eyes on…" She said as a pathetic excuse for an apology.
"No… I can think a much better man than me," Six said as he gave Rex a soft smile.
The Latino teen blushed furiously under his love's amorous gaze… Six made his way over to his love and pulled him into his arms.
"Je suis à toi. Je vais toujours être le vôtre. Peu importe qui essaie de faire entre nous. Vous êtes mon seul et unique amour," Six whispered into Rex's ear.
Rex felt all the tension melt away as he leaned into his cariño's arms. Spirit wrapped an arm around both of her daddy's waists. It certainly wasn't the scariest thing that her family had ever been through but it was still very unpleasant. She closed her eyes tightly and wished the world away.
'Why can't it just be my family and me? Why does no one like us and want to tare us apart?' The little girl thought, tearing up a bit as she bowed her head.
AnnaMarie looked at Six longingly then sighed…
"I guess I should make get packin'…"
No one really took notice as the Southern belle tried to leave the Keep only to see that they were very high off the ground.
'Oh…'
AnnaMarie sulked while Six and the others made their way outside to fight what looked like a gigantic lavender bunny. Well since man-hunting was off the menu, she indulged in her next favorite activity…
Eavesdropping.
And boy did she get an earful…
AnnaMarie gasped as she heard a deep yet feminine moan from the lab.
"Oh! Oh God… Oh yes…"
Naturally this peeked her interested and drove her "need to know" gene absolutely mad. So AnnaMarie used the door as a kind of cover while she peered into one of the many large windows the made up the walls of the lab. What she saw was definintely not was she was expecting.
That delinquint hacker, Conrí, was giving that stuck up bitch of a doctor a shoulder rub.
'No way someone that pretty can be that smart and have a man. Men don' like smart women…'
"You keep this up and you'll wind up with an old witch's hump before you're forty," Conrí said in his snarky Irish accent.
"Shut up and keep rubbing," Holiday muttered.
"Whatever you say, sweetcheeks."
AnnaMarie sighed…
Conrí was very handsome. He looked like a slightly younger version of Six except his eyes were blue and a little colder… His hair was dark brown as opposed to black. His physique was leaner and he wasn't quite as tall…
Still… He was rich and very handsome even if he wasn't Southern and therefore didn't know how ot treat a lady properly. Conrí was rude and crude. He was a charmer but it was in all the wrong ways. This man wasn't about marriage. Conrí was gorgeous and he knew it. He used it like a weapon in some ways, just like a woman would.
No.
He wasn't the right one for her at all…
AnnaMarie couldn't wait to see him sweep Holiday off of her feet only to drop her on her ass.
If there was anything that AnnaMarie hated more than not getting her way, it was other women, particularly the beautiful ones. They were competition.
Usually…
'I can' believe that I lost ta a brown boy!' The spoiled brat whined in her head.
'I must be losin' my game and daddy must be losin' his mind! Supportin' myself… What kind of an heiress does that?!'
"You know we could make this a whole much more fun by taking our clothes off…" Conrí suggested with a smirk.
"Wait unitl the tests are back then we'll talk," Holiday said pointedly.
Conrí chuckled, "You're the first one who ever demanded that I get tested… You're a real romantic, aren't you?"
"Well when you say that I would never forget a night with you, I wanted to make sure you weren't being literal."
"Oh but I am… I'm disease free and ready for you to use me as you please," the hacker purred into her ear.
Holiday shivered…
So did AnnaMarie for that matter…
Conrí's voice was deep and elegant despite his lack of sophistocation. Six's voice was a low dangerous growl… One that was meant instill fear into the heart of man. The agent was very good at inspiring fear with his towering form and the raw power coiled within every single muscle. He was a thing of beauty and grace wrapped up in a fierce and stoic package.
AnnaMarie let out a frustrated sigh…
It simply wasn't fair. All of the good ones were taken or gay. She could deal with him being taken by a woman. There were many a woman in Texas who cursed the day that AnnaMarie Callan was born…
Single.
Dating.
Married.
A father.
It didn't matter. They were all hers as soon as they laid eyes on her. They simply couldn't say no to a beautiful, young, warm, and willing body.
AnnaMarie made her way to a bathroom to examine her beautiful face, 'Are my looks fadin'? Do I look as old as mama now?'
To a young woman like AnnaMarie, sixty-two meant practically having one foot in the grave!
'First wrinkle I get I'm goin' for botox!'
She sighed as she picked a random guest room and settled in for a long and boring wait.
'Might as well get some shut-eye…'
A couple of hours later and Providence had secured yet another damn rabbit EVO. Rex was so grateful for his daughter's healing abilities or he would've been leaning against his chéri because of that devil rodent!
"Malditos conejos! Debemos neutralizar con tijeras de jardín!" Rex ground out.
Six chuckled while Callan and Cesar just flat out laughed their asses off. AnnaMarie was fast asleep but Conrí and a surprisingly relaxed looking Sarah Holiday came to greet them.
Six raised an eyebrow…
Holiday blushed…
Conrí made matters worse for the poor doctor by smirking…
Spirit ran forward and began signing, "Papa took the bunny for a ride! Uncle Callan tried to tell him how to ride it like a cowboy but papa fell off and hit his head!"
Conrí began howling with laughter…
"Don't worry sweetheart, your papa's head is plenty hard," Holiday snarked.
"I don't think bunnies like papa…"
"No. I don't think so either…"
"…I kind of want a bunny now…"
The hacker grinned, "I'll be more than happy to buy you everything you need for your very own bunny!"
"YAY! I'll name him Sir Reginald P. Fluffypants and he will be Magic Fluffball's best friend!"
"What?! No! No bunnies! Just stick to kitties. Kitties may be in love with your daddy but at least they don't want to eat your papa!" Rex blurted out in a panic.
Spirit looked to her daddy and gave him puppy eyes…
Six sighed, "I'm afraid that I have to agree with your papa on this one. Bunnies really don't seem to like him and you don't want to have to heal him everyday, do you?"
Spirit pouted and shook her head.
Six smiled and carded his fingers through her hair in a soothing manner, "Don't worry, baby. Tomorrow's Sunday and we'll spend all day at the park so you can play with Jolene and her friends."
"Yeah… We know you get lonely but there's only so much we can do about that right now, mija," Rex added as he pulled his little girl into a single-armed hug.
Spirit smiled and hugged her papa, "I'm not as lonely as you think. I have my family and books."
"Nothing's better than family," Conrí said, "But books can't talk back. You need people and you need people your own age. Old men and women aren't much fun."
"Lair! You're a lot of fun!"
"Oi! I'm not old!"
"I hate to say it but you are to her…" Callan pointed out.
"Then you must be acient," the hacker shot back.
"No. Mr. Fishie is ancient."
Six chuckled and gave her a kiss on her forehead, "That he is, baby. That he is. Lets go somewhere for lunch. How about a picnic at the park?"
"All of us?"
They looked to Conrí, the hacker hermit of Providence…
He rolled his eyes, "Fine…"
"Bring the jellybeans?"
"Jellybeans?!" Cesar said incredulously.
"…Don't judge me smoothie boy."
Six, Rex, and Spirit made their way to the fridge to make some sandwiches. There was some leftover potato salad and the passion fruit and green tea iced tea that Six had made just this morning. Spirit packed up the cookies and brownies that she made with Johnson yesterday while Rex got to work making sandwiches with Six. Spirit grabbed some apples and bananas. It wasn't long before everything was packed and ready to go.
The Keep dropped the happy family off at the park. They could find their own way back if need be.
Conrí promptly let out a strangled hiss, "The sun! It's killing me…"
Then he pretended to melt and played dead until Spirit poked him with a stick.
The hacker squirmed and laughed, "I can definintely tell who raised you… Poking a dying vampire with a stick…"
Spirit giggled silently and skipped ahead of everyone, looking for a suitable spot. The picnic basket eventually found a home on top of a hill under a tree with plenty of shade to shield them from the late August sun. Everyone sat down and waited for Six and Rex to divvy up the food while Spirit and Conrí played with jellybeans.
Rex smiled as he watched his little girl flick jellybeans at her uncle. She manged, more often than not, to get them anywhere but his mouth. He began to wonder if she was even trying at this point or if she just liked watching the hacker's face twitch whenever a jellybean hit it.
Conrí flicked a jellybean that hit would've hit Six on the nose if the agent hadn't batted it away. Spirit's eyes lit up with pride at how fast her daddy was. Six's face was as stony as ever yet it was obvious to those who knew him that he was having fun.
The picnic was nice.
The food was tasty.
Games were played.
Flowers were picked.
Heads were adorned with sweet smelling crowns made of colorful blossoms.
Yes, even Six wore one…
And no one remembered that AnnaMarie was still back on the Keep sound asleep in a heap…
Hello! Just a quick announcement: I am taking classes to become a medical secretary for the next six months. Therefore I will only be updating a story a month. Next month will be "Baby Spirit" (for June), then it will be "Going Soft for the Boy" (For July), then it will be "A Little Spirit" again (for August), and so on. I apologize to my readers who would probably like to see me update more but I really want to pass and get a decent-paying, in demand job.