Chapter 7
Two lunches
Badwolf's POV
Thanksgiving
"Ceris', stop it. You know you don't like the cold and we're not wrapping you in a blakety so you can be in your diaper." I frowned at few week old. She was play fighting, kicking her feet, and trying to nip me. But she doesn't have teeth so she's just putting her mouth on my thumb after I let her grab it.
"Pfft." She blew some spit bubbles.
"Yes, you're a genius. That will totally stop the Big, Bad Wolf from putting on your onesie. Spit bubbles. My one weakness." I said sarcasticly. But she didn't know the difference and blew more bubbles, thinking I was saying nice things. She stopped struggling and I finally got her in it.
"Baddy, it's almost time to go." Red came in.
"I just got her dressed." I held her some Red could see which one I chose. It said, "Daddy's Little Girl" in pink. I think Cerise looked good.
"You're adorable. Let's go eat with Wolfs now." Red let me try to put our child in her carrier, but in the end, she had to show me how to do it. Baby carriers weren't meant for my clusmy fingers.
We walked to my mother's house and found a place to put Cerise's diaper bag. It was crowded. Mostly parents and kids got to stay in the house. Red couldn't eat anything here expect maybe the desserts. We liked our food a bit bloody. And very fresh. The Hood woman watched my child as we ate. It wasn't pretty. It never is. But we finished soon and got to the pie. Red ate the chocolate pie and I had cheesecake pie.
"That was fun, but I promised the Hoods I'd let Red go to their Thanksgiving, but Cerise isn't ready for the bottle." I said as I stuffed some food in boxes.
"But Uncle Badwolf..." My cousins' boys whined.
"Bad woof." Mira, their 2-year-old sister, repeated.
"I know, but Ms. Hood should see her family, too. That's just fair." The kids, like their parents, were villains. They hated good guys, but understood the difference between good and fair. Fair was something worth-while and had benefits. Except with other villains. That's when you leave your civilian/business manners at the door.
"Yeah, but still." Ty, the youngest boy, said.
"I'll be fine." I told him. They all weren't happy about Red forcing me to go her family's lunch.
"Cerise's ready to go." Red called.
"Coming. Tell you what, if anything happens to me, you can toss rotten fruit on the path to Grandma Hood's house." I smiled.
"Awesome!" Ty shouted.
"Only if something happens. Got it?" I reminded him.
"Fine." The boys promised.
"Now, behave." I went to Red and we walked to Grandma Hood's house.
Cerise cried for a little while, but she got settled with me on the couch. It was Red's turn to eat. She liked to spit out her binky in protest of Mommy being gone, but what can you do? Some of the Hoods came to look at the baby that took Red away. Cerise pulled their hair and did general baby things to the strangers. One of them said she was already on her way to being a great Wolf. Not to me, of course, but my hearing's pretty good so it doesn't matter that he tried to whisper.
"You know, Red, some babies wean faster than others. I know that's impossible right now, but maybe you'll be home before October next year." One of her sisters told her.
"Yeah. Maybe." Red nodded.
"I don't know. The last time a Hood that nursed a Wolf wrote that the boy refused to be weaned until he was 1 and half. And that he called her mother for a long time." They keep records of this kind of thing? That's weird.
"He was a baby." Red shrugged.
"Hush with all this Wolf talk. It's bookball time." Grandma glared at me, but couldn't help it as she picked up a toy Cerise dropped. They watched the game and had Red take as much food as she could. Like my food wasn't good enough for her.
"Stupid Hoods." I growled.
"Baddy, they just want me to have food. You don't have a lot of veggies, to be honest." Red told me. We were on the path between the villages.
"Cause I don't like veggies. But I'll get them if you want." I pouted.
"Thank you, Sweetie." She smiled and then we got home and unpacked our leftovers. Cerise didn't want to take her nap, but we got her to.