How long has it been exactly? 7 hours? A week? Years? In all honesty, it all seemed to mesh together. That tended to happen when one was deprived of sleep. This was especially true for King Simon and Queen Rabie. The former sat in the nursery's rocking chair, his baggy, catatonic eyes staring into nothing. The latter was pacing around the room, gently bouncing the fuzzy, wailing dragonling in her arms in a desperate attempt to calm her down.
"It's okay." The bat wearily whispered to the infant. "Please stop crying."
"Magma's got your big mouth, alright." Simon snarked in a frankly tasteless attempt to lighten the mood.
Not in the mood for jokes, walked behind the the rocking chair and kicked it, dumping Simon out of it and sending him tumbling to the floor. Not only did she get back at her husband, the sight caused the Magma to giggle.
"Well, that solves that." Rabie giggled.
As Simon pulled himself back to his feet, Rabie suddenly thrust Magma into his arms.
"Here, you put her to back sleep." She told him.
Before he could protest, Rabie stormed out of the room in a huff, leaving father and daughter alone. The dragon king looked down at his princess and sighed, his head shaking and a tired smile spreading across his his lips...
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Magma then suddenly bopped him in the face.
Meanwhile, Baba and Touille weren't doing any better. It took at least 6 cups of coffee just for them to able to keep their eyes open. Their sons Jeremy and Gerald had just received a drum set and a toy trumpet for their birthday three days ago and ever since then, they seemed to make it their life's mission to make as much noise as possible.
"Simon just had to give them the noisiest things possible." Baba grumbled, before chugging her entire mug.
"Yeah." Touille agreed. "But hey. At least they aren't noisy and messy. Remember that one time Allister thought it would a good idea to-"
And there he went again, going on one of his famous, long-winded word salads. That and the sound of the boys' noisemaking caused the sheep to bang her face against the table, rubbing her temples as she whispered a mantra under her breath.
"You made a promise. You made a promise. You made a promise. You made a promise."
Suddenly, she was snapped out of her thoughts by a tap on her arm. She turned and saw Jeremy and Gerald standing there with worried looks on their faces. While both black kits were nearly identical, one thing that distinguished them was Gerald's underbite as opposed to the overbite the rest of the family had.
"Mama?" Jeremy asked.
The sheep sighed.
"Yes, Jer-bears?"
"Are you okay?" Gerald added.
"Of course." She answered. "Just thinking, okay?"
"Daddy! Papa! Wake up!" A little salamander demanded as she tugged on Allister's tail.
"Your daughter's awake." The gator slurred.
"Is it my turn already?" Icky groaned.
"Come on!" She cried, this time sitting on Icky's chest.
"Okay! Okay! I'm up!" The frog croaked. "Marsha, it's so early! What did you wake us up for?"
"I threw up."
That caused both of them to groan in disgust and annoyance.
"Where is it?" Al asked.
"In my bed."
Maggie watched in delight as she watched Poe repeatedly lift their giggling son infant son Percy over his head. The little blue and black bird was having the time of his life, pretending he was flying.
"I need to get my phone for this." Maggie said as pulled out her phone to record their little play session.
"Are you ready, Percy?" Poe asked as the baby bounced and smiled, the little fang that was starting to grow in.
With one mighty swing, the raven stood up and lifted him way, way up. Percy was absolutely delighted, laughing and squealing in absolute glee...
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... before vomiting all over his father.
"Aw god! It got in my mouth!" Poe gagged.
Percy and Maggie laughed at the disgustingly hilarious sight, much to Poe's chagrin and expense. Without saying a word, he pushed Percy into Maggie's arms before proceeding to the bathroom to wash off. As the laughter died down, Maggie showered her son with kisses and snuggles... until he heard and smelled something foul.
"Oh, god! Blowout!" She exclaimed as she rushed to change him.
"HA!" Poe laughed mockingly.
Simon and Rabie's daughter:
Magma
Baba and Touille's sons:
Jeremy
Gerald
Allister and Icky's daughter:
Marsha (adopted)
Poe and Maggie's son:
Percy
