I do not own Molly of Denali, or any of the characters contained within this story. Molly of Denali is the property of Kathy Waugh and Dorothea Gillim.
In case anyone is wondering. I am not sexualizing this story. The kids are twelve, and are just exploring. No action during this will venture into that level of maturity. I am using personal experiences and familiarity where the characters are concerned.
I look forward to the reviews and criticisms (I know there will be some). I hope you enjoy the story, and just like the cartoon on PBS Kids, I am trying to stay true to the characters as shown each and every day. I am also including real elements like they've done on the show (racism, environmental, life, and death, etc..). I hope you like this when I start to repost the chapters.
One more item of note. I keep receiving email from people offering to illustrate this story. I will not accept any offers since I do not own, nor will I profit from this story. I am writing it because I like writing.
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My story takes place in 2022 and because of this I am correcting a mistake I had made. Molly and Tooey would be thirteen during this year, and Trini would be eleven.
Celebrating: One Day at a Time
Trini found herself in the familiar setting of Robbie's therapy session again, but this time, something was different. The tension in the room wasn't as thick, and Robbie's posture was less rigid. He still wasn't thrilled to be there, but the raw frustration that had radiated off him in the last dream wasn't as intense.
The doctor sat across from him, hands folded, his expression calm but persistent. "Robbie, I'd like to go back over some of the things we discussed last time."
Robbie's eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering across his face. "Why? I already answered those questions."
The doctor remained composed. "It's part of the process. Sometimes, when we revisit things, new thoughts or feelings come up."
Robbie scoffed, shaking his head. "So, what? You just ask the same stuff over and over, hoping I slip up and say something different?"
"It's not about slipping up," the doctor said patiently. "It's about understanding what's underneath those experiences."
Trini, unseen as she hovered like a silent observer in the dream, watched as Robbie's expression shifted from annoyance to something else—skepticism. Instead of outright refusing to answer, he leaned forward slightly, studying the doctor as if trying to figure out his true intentions.
The doctor tried again. "Can you tell me how you felt when you were walking across the frozen river?"
Robbie didn't even hesitate this time. "Why do you keep asking that?"
The doctor met his gaze. "Because it's important."
Robbie huffed, crossing his arms. "I told you last time. I felt fine, and then I wasn't. What else is there to say?"
The doctor didn't push, instead shifting to another angle. "And when you fell under the ice?"
Again, Robbie fired back. "What do you think? It was freezing, I was trapped, and I couldn't get out. Why do I have to spell it out for you every time?"
Trini could tell Robbie wasn't just annoyed—he was thinking. He was aware now, questioning the doctor's methods instead of just reacting to them.
The doctor sighed, keeping his voice even. "I just want to help you process—"
Robbie cut him off. "No. What do you really want to know?"
The doctor blinked, momentarily thrown off. "I—"
"You keep asking me the same things, but what haven't you asked me yet?" Robbie pressed, his voice firm but not aggressive.
For the first time, Trini saw the doctor hesitate. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. She strained to hear, but suddenly, the scene around her began to fade. The walls of the office blurred, the doctor's form became hazy, and Robbie's voice grew distant.
"No—wait," Trini thought, trying to hold onto the dream. She wanted to hear the doctor's answer. But just as the doctor seemed to form the words, the entire dream collapsed like mist in the wind.
She jolted awake with a sharp inhale, feeling a wet, rough sensation against her cheek.
"Ugh—Four-Spots!" she groaned, pushing at the enthusiastic dog, who continued licking her face happily.
As she sat up, still feeling the lingering echoes of the dream, she couldn't shake the question Robbie had asked:
What haven't you asked me yet?
Trini rubbed the sleep from her eyes, still feeling the weight of the dream pressing on her thoughts. She glanced at the clock and sighed—she didn't want to get up just yet, but she had no choice.
Dragging herself out of bed, she shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face in an attempt to shake off the grogginess. As she dried off and looked at herself in the mirror, the dream lingered in her mind. It had felt so vivid, so real.
Robbie wouldn't have his second session until Thursday, and today was only Wednesday. That meant this dream wasn't some reflection of what had already happened—it was something else. A feeling? A warning? A glimpse of what could happen.
As she walked back into her room, she sat on the edge of her bed, deep in thought. Should she tell Robbie about it now, or wait and see if her dream had been onto something after his appointment?
She had told him about the last one, and it had been eerily close to reality. Would he appreciate knowing this one too? Or would it just make him feel like she was prying into something personal?
Trini sighed and flopped back against her pillows. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she muttered to herself.
Four-Spots, still curled next to her on the bed, lifted his head at her voice, tail thumping lightly against the blanket.
"Yeah, I don't know either," she said, reaching over to scratch behind his ears.
Maybe she'd wait until after Thursday. If the dream was just some weird coincidence, there was no need to bring it up. But if things played out even remotely close to what she saw, then she'd have her answer.
* Ookami Residence *
Tooey stirred awake, his eyes slowly fluttering open as the soft glow of morning light crept through the window, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the gentle brightness, before letting his gaze drift toward the familiar surroundings. The clock on the nightstand ticked quietly, marking the early hour, and as his eyes flickered to the calendar on the wall, a slow smile spread across his face.
He looked down and saw Molly nestled against him, her head rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing. One of her hands was gripping the fabric of his shirt, as if subconsciously holding onto him even in sleep. His arm was wrapped securely around her, keeping her close, their bodies perfectly in sync.
Leaning down, he placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. Molly scrunched up her nose but didn't wake. Amused, Tooey nuzzled his face into her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo, his smile widening as she mumbled something incoherent against his chest.
Feeling playful, he slid his hand along her side and gently wiggled his fingers, tickling her ribs.
Molly shifted slightly, letting out a sleepy whimper as she tried to ignore him, her grip on his shirt tightening.
Tooey smirked. "Oh, so we're ignoring me, huh?" he teased, tickling her again.
Molly groaned and squirmed, trying to burrow deeper into his chest. "Tooey, stop," she murmured, voice thick with sleep.
He chuckled but momentarily ceased his teasing, watching as she let out a slow yawn and snuggled in even closer. He stroked her back in slow, soothing circles, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
Molly sighed contentedly before finally opening one eye, peering up at him groggily. "Why are you in such a good mood this morning?" she mumbled, her fingers lazily caressing his chest.
Tooey's grin widened as he shifted slightly, pulling her up until their noses nearly touched. Molly blinked in mild irritation at the sudden movement but didn't pull away. She was about to say something when Tooey's voice dropped to a gentle whisper.
"Happy Birthday, Shaeeyaa."
Molly froze, her mind still sluggish from sleep.
Her eyes flickered past him to the calendar on the wall. She stared at the date, her expression slowly shifting from confusion to realization.
"Oh my gosh," she breathed. Her heart skipped a beat. "It's my birthday."
Tooey chuckled as he watched the realization dawn on her.
"You forgot your own birthday?" he teased, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Molly groaned and flopped onto his chest, covering her face with her hands. "I cannot believe I forgot."
Tooey smirked, rubbing slow circles into her back. "You've had a lot going on lately," he reminded her. "But lucky for you, I remembered."
She peeked up at him through her fingers, her expression warm and touched. "You really did?"
"Of course," he said, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "You think I'd forget something this important?"
Molly bit her lip, her heart swelling. "No," she admitted, her voice soft. "You wouldn't."
"That's right," he said proudly. "And since you forgot, that means I get to surprise you extra today."
Molly narrowed her eyes playfully. "Oh really?"
"Yup." His grin turned mischievous. "And step one of your birthday surprise…"
Before she could react, his hands darted to her sides, and he started tickling her mercilessly.
Molly let out a startled squeal, dissolving into laughter as she squirmed beneath him. "Tooey, nooo!" she cried, trying to push his hands away.
"Too late, Shaeeyaa," he teased, flipping them so she was pinned beneath him. "This is your punishment for forgetting your own birthday."
Molly gasped between giggles, kicking her legs as she tried to escape his grasp. "This is not a punishment—this is torture!" she laughed, squirming wildly.
Tooey smirked, his fingers slowing as he looked down at her, his brown eyes softening. "You know, I really love seeing you like this," he murmured.
Molly, still catching her breath, blinked up at him. "Like what?"
"Happy," he said simply.
Molly's heart melted at his words. She reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. "You make me happy," she admitted.
Tooey leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. "Good," he whispered against them. "Because that's all I ever want to do."
Molly smiled against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Best birthday ever," she murmured.
And in that moment, she knew she meant it.
As Tooey relaxed, catching his breath from all the tickling, Molly saw her opportunity. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she suddenly flipped them over, straddling his waist and launching a counterattack.
"Oh, so you think you're the only one who can tickle?" she teased, her fingers finding his most sensitive spots.
Tooey burst into laughter, twisting, and squirming beneath her. "M-Molly—no! Mercy!" he gasped between uncontrollable giggles, his hands flailing as he tried to push her away.
Molly grinned wickedly. "Oh no, you started this!" she declared, tickling him even harder.
He tried very hard to stop her, but without his legs it was going to be difficult. Every time he tried to catch her hands, she moved to another spot. As she was moving over him, he realized she had his attention. Not wanting to concentrate on it, she reached for his arm pits.
In his attempt to escape, Tooey reflexively jerked his legs, and a sharp pain shot through him. His laughter cut off instantly as he winced, letting out a strained groan.
Molly immediately froze, her hands pulling away as panic spread across her face. "Oh my gosh, Tooey! Are you okay?" She scrambled off of him, her heart pounding. "I didn't mean to—I'm so sorry!"
Tooey took a deep breath, his face scrunched in discomfort. He exhaled slowly, forcing a weak smile. "I-It's okay, just moved wrong." He rubbed his leg, trying to ease the throbbing sensation.
Molly bit her lip, her eyes filled with guilt. "I didn't think—I mean, I wasn't trying to hurt you," she stammered.
Tooey reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Shaeeyaa. It's fine, really." He flashed her a small grin. "Just a battle wound from the Great Birthday Tickling War."
Molly let out a breath, still feeling awful but relieved that he wasn't seriously hurt. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I'll surrender if you promise not to overdo it."
"Deal," he chuckled, wincing slightly as he shifted.
Just then, Atsaq passed by the room, pausing in the doorway. She glanced at the two of them with a knowing look, her arms crossed. "Good morning, you two," she greeted. "I see you've been busy."
Molly quickly sat up straight, her face turning red. "Uh, good morning, Atsaq."
Tooey gave a sheepish wave. "Morning, Mom."
Atsaq arched a brow, clearly amused, but she didn't press further. Instead, her gaze shifted to Molly. "How are you feeling today?"
Before Molly could answer, Tooey grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand and playfully pressed it to her forehead. He waited for the reading, then grinned. "99 degrees. Much better."
Atsaq smiled approvingly. "That's great to hear." She then looked at both of them more sternly. "Now, I suggest you two get out of bed and head downstairs for breakfast. You'll need your strength for the day ahead."
Molly and Tooey exchanged glances before reluctantly nodding.
"Yes, ma'am," Tooey said with a smirk.
Molly giggled and leaned in close, whispering, "You're still in trouble for that tickle attack."
Tooey groaned playfully. "I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down."
Atsaq shook her head with a small chuckle before leaving them to get ready.
* Atalaw Residence *
Outside, the crisp winter air was filled with the sound of scraping shovels and crunching ice as Robbie, Alena, and Halai worked together to clear the path to the garage. The siblings, bundled up in thick coats, scarves, and gloves, moved through the task with practiced efficiency, though not without their usual antics.
Alena, ever the instigator, nudged Robbie with her elbow. "So, little bro, what's got you in such a rush to finish today? Got a certain someone to call?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
Halai, never one to be left out of the fun, smirked. "Ooooh, I bet it's Trini! Your girlfriend!" she sing-songed, her shovel tapping against the ground like a drumroll.
Robbie groaned, rolling his eyes as he scooped up another pile of snow. "She's not my girlfriend," he muttered, though the redness creeping up his neck betrayed his embarrassment. "She's just my friend."
Alena wasn't letting up that easily. "Mmm-hmm, sure. Just a friend you can't wait to talk to." She batted her eyelashes dramatically.
Halai giggled, leaning on her shovel. "Oh, Trini! I miss you sooo much," she mimicked in a high-pitched voice, clutching her hands to her heart in an exaggerated display of affection.
Robbie let out an exasperated sigh, but before he could snap back, their mother's voice cut through the teasing.
"Alright, enough, you two," Mrs. Atalaw called from the front steps, hands on her hips. "Let your brother be. There's nothing wrong with wanting to talk to a friend."
Alena and Halai shared a sly glance but backed off, though their smirks remained.
Robbie turned to his mom hopefully. "So… can I call Trini now?"
Mrs. Atalaw shook her head, though there was amusement in her eyes. "After breakfast."
Robbie groaned again, his shoulders slumping. "Aww, man…"
His mother, sensing his disappointment, winked at him. "But lucky for you, breakfast is ready."
Instantly, his mood lifted. "Yes!" he exclaimed, dropping his shovel and making a beeline for the house. His sisters, laughing at his enthusiasm, followed close behind, with Alena muttering, "Wow, Trini must be really special if she ranks just below breakfast."
Robbie ignored her, too focused on the warm smell of eggs, bacon, and fresh toast wafting from the kitchen. Trini could wait a little while longer—but only a little.
* Mumford Residence *
Trini had been moving from room to room, tidying up the house with a sense of purpose. She wasn't one to sit around all day, and even though the chores were wearing her out, she was grateful to be up and doing something productive. The kitchen had been the first to receive her attention—counters scrubbed, dishes put away, floors swept. Then she tackled the dining room, wiping down the table and pushing in the chairs neatly.
As she worked, she could hear the muffled sounds of her parents outside, their shovels scraping against the icy ground as they worked to clear the driveway and walkway. Every now and then, she caught bits of their conversation drifting through the window, mixed with the rhythmic crunching of snow beneath their boots.
Inside, however, Trini had her own company—her ever-loyal dog, Four-Spots.
At first, he had been lounging on the couch, head resting on his paws, watching her with mild interest. But the moment she moved into the living room to clean, he sprang into action. He hopped off the couch, trotting over to the middle of the floor, and plopped himself down with a determined expression.
Trini paused mid-sweep and raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, so now you're on cleaning duty too?" she teased, leaning on the broom handle.
Four-Spots tilted his head slightly, his ears perking up as if he were considering her words. Then, with a huff, he settled in, his big brown eyes following her every move.
"Supervising, huh? Making sure I don't slack off?" Trini smirked as she swept around him. "Well, I appreciate the dedication, boss."
Four-Spots let out a soft woof in response but didn't budge an inch.
Shaking her head, she moved on, dusting off the coffee table and straightening the couch cushions. She could feel the tiredness creeping in, her muscles aching slightly from all the movement, but she pushed through. It wasn't like she was out there shoveling snow—this was manageable.
Four-Spots, however, seemed to have taken his job very seriously. Whenever she moved to a new spot, he would adjust accordingly, repositioning himself right in her path, sitting tall like a tiny supervisor inspecting a job site.
"Alright, buddy, you're either the best helper or the biggest obstacle," Trini joked as she sidestepped him for the third time.
Four-Spots thumped his tail against the floor, completely unfazed.
With a chuckle, she finished up the living room and moved to the bathroom, giving the sink and mirror a quick wipe-down. By the time she was done, she leaned against the doorframe, letting out a breath.
Outside, she could still hear her parents working, their laughter mixing with the crisp winter air. She glanced down at Four-Spots, who was now lying on his side, paws stretched out, as if he too had done a hard day's work.
Trini shook her head fondly. "Tough job, huh?"
Four-Spots let out a dramatic sigh, rolling onto his back.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Let's go get a drink of water," she said, heading toward the kitchen. As she walked, Four-Spots scrambled to his feet and followed closely behind, his tail wagging.
It might not have been heavy-duty labor like her parents were handling outside, but in her own way, she had contributed to making their home a little brighter. And with her trusty supervisor by her side, she had to admit—it was kind of fun.
Finally finishing up, Trini made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. She took a long, satisfying sip before plopping down at the dining room table with a relieved sigh. Four-Spots trotted over and sat beside her chair, gazing up at her with his ever-curious eyes.
"Well, I think we did a pretty good job today," Trini mused, running her fingers through his fur. "Kitchen's clean, living room's spotless, and even the bathroom got some love. Not bad, huh?"
Four-Spots wagged his tail as if to agree, his ears perking up at the sound of her voice.
"I mean, you didn't really do much except sit in the way, but moral support is important too," she teased, nudging his side playfully.
Just then, the front door creaked open, and a gust of cold air swept through the house as her parents stepped inside. They stomped their boots on the mat, shaking off the snow, their cheeks rosy from the freezing temperatures outside.
Trini sat up. "You guys look frozen," she said, standing up quickly. "I'll make some hot chocolate."
Her dad stretched his arms with a groan. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day."
Her mom unwrapped her scarf and hung it on the coat rack. "That wind is brutal. We cleared a good portion of the path, but there's still so much ice to deal with."
Trini nodded as she busied herself in the kitchen, pulling out the hot chocolate mix and warming some milk on the stove. She could hear her parents settling into their chairs at the table, letting out tired sighs as they finally got off their feet.
A few minutes later, she set down three steaming mugs in front of them, the rich aroma of cocoa filling the air. She took her own seat and wrapped her hands around her mug, letting the warmth seep into her fingers.
"So," she said, taking a small sip, "how bad is it out there?"
Her dad exhaled, shaking his head. "Worse than we thought. We got the main walkway cleared, but the driveway is still covered in ice, and the side of the house needs some serious de-icing."
Her mom nodded in agreement. "And it looks like there's another snowstorm coming in a few days. If we don't get ahead of it, we'll just be buried all over again."
Trini frowned. "That sounds exhausting."
Her dad chuckled. "It is. But that's life up here."
Trini took another sip of her hot chocolate, glancing at Four-Spots, who was curled up at her feet. "Well, I can help more tomorrow," she offered. "I'm feeling stronger."
Her mom gave her a knowing look. "You've done plenty inside already, sweetheart. You still need to take it easy."
Trini sighed but didn't argue. She knew her mom was right, but it was frustrating feeling limited in what she could do.
"Hey, you've already been a big help," her dad said, nudging her playfully. "This house looks great, and now we have hot chocolate. I'd say that's a win."
Trini smiled, feeling a little better. They sat there for a while, sipping their drinks, warming up, and talking about what else needed to be done before the next snowfall. Despite the work ahead, it was nice to just sit and relax for a bit as a family.
* Ookami Residence *
As Molly and Tooey finished their morning routines in the bathroom, they returned to the bedroom, moving at an unhurried pace. Tooey rolled himself over to the desk where their freshly laundered clothes had been placed. He reached for Molly's clothes first, neatly folded, and handed them to her before gathering his own.
They moved through the familiar routine of helping each other get dressed—Molly assisted Tooey with his pants, then Tooey handed her pieces of clothing as she changed.
As he did, his eyes lingered on her, admiration softening his usual focused expression. Molly, catching his gaze, smirked as she pulled her Qaspeg over her head.
"Are you checking me out?" she asked, arching an eyebrow playfully.
Tooey didn't hesitate. "Yes." His answer was simple, but the way he said it, with quiet certainty and warmth in his voice, sent a pleasant shiver down Molly's spine.
She turned to face him fully, a teasing glint in her eyes. "And do you like what you see?"
Tooey's lips curled into a knowing smile as he leaned forward slightly and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. "Very much," he murmured.
Molly giggled, pleased by his response. She then knelt beside him, carefully helping him with his braces, ensuring everything was secured properly. Tooey watched her work with the same tenderness in his expression.
Once they were both dressed, Molly positioned herself behind Tooey's chair and rolled him toward the stairs. As always, she helped him down first, propping him against the wall, knowing they had their own system in place.
But before she could step away, someone swiftly passed her and started up the stairs.
"I got it," a familiar voice said.
Molly blinked in surprise, staring after the figure who had taken over. It was her father.
For a moment, she was frozen in place, watching as her father reached the top of the stairs, took hold of Tooey's wheelchair with steady hands, and carefully maneuvered it downward.
Molly turned sharply toward the kitchen, her heart thudding slightly. Sitting at the table, casually sipping coffee, and tea, were her mother, Atsaq, and her grandfather.
The surprise was evident on her face. Her father hadn't just arrived—her whole family had come.
Before she could say anything, her father set the wheelchair down at the bottom of the stairs and helped Tooey into it. Then, without a word, he rolled Tooey toward the kitchen, Molly trailing behind, still trying to process what was happening.
It wasn't just the unexpected presence of her family. It was the way her family was gathered as if they had planned something.
Tooey, oblivious to her inner thoughts, looked up at her and grinned. "Guess I'm not the only one that remembered you today."
Molly huffed in amusement but kept her gaze on her family as Walter stopped the chair at the table. She had questions, and something told her she was about to get some answers.
As Molly followed Tooey's wheelchair into the kitchen, the warm, sweet aroma of pancakes, coffee, strawberry, and chocolate filled the air. The table was already set with plates, cups, and a steaming pot of coffee. But what really caught her attention was what her mother, Layla, and Atsaq were carrying out from the kitchen—was a beautifully decorated double-strawberry cake with creamy strawberry icing.
Molly's eyes widened in delight. It was her favorite.
Before she could say anything, her family broke into cheerful voices all at once.
"Happy Birthday, Molly!"
She turned toward them, taking in the warm smiles of her mother, her father, her grandfather, Atsaq, and, of course, Tooey. It was a simple celebration, but the love radiating from the room made it feel grand.
Tooey reached out and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Happy Birthday, Shaeeyaa," he said softly, his eyes twinkling with affection.
Molly felt her heart melt a little at the name only he called her. She squeezed his hand back before turning to her mother, who had stepped forward with something wrapped in bright fabric.
"I have something special for you," Layla said, her smile warm and full of love.
Curious, Molly took the bundle and carefully unwrapped it. As the fabric fell away, she let out a soft gasp.
It was a handmade quilt, sized just for her. The intricate design featured all her favorite birds, each one stitched with remarkable detail. But the most prominent one, taking center stage, was a puffin. Its bright eyes and distinct beak stood out, as if it were watching over all the others.
Molly ran her fingers over the soft fabric, feeling the love and effort poured into every stitch. Her throat tightened with emotion.
"Mom… this is beautiful," she whispered. "I love it."
Layla beamed at her daughter. "I wanted you to have something warm and special, especially after everything you've been through. Something that reminds you of the things you love."
Molly wrapped the quilt around her shoulders, hugging it tightly. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "I can't believe you did all this for me."
Her father chuckled. "Of course, we did. You're our daughter, and we love you." He ruffled her hair gently. "We'd never forget your birthday."
Atsaq nodded. "Besides, we figured you deserved something nice after the last few weeks."
Tooey grinned at her. "And we're just getting started."
Molly laughed, shaking her head. "This is already the best birthday ever."
Tooey smirked. "And we haven't even gotten to the cake yet."
As everyone chuckled, Layla and Atsaq started cutting the pancakes while Molly took a deep breath, letting the warmth of her family and friends settle in her heart. No matter what had happened before, today was special. Today was hers.
* Mumford Residence *
Trini sat at the dining table, listening as her parents discussed the remaining work that needed to be done around the house. There was still snow and ice to clear, repairs to check, and a few reorganizing projects that had been put off. She wanted so badly to be out there helping, moving around freely and working alongside them. But her injury still held her back.
She knew she had done her part by cleaning the house, and that helped, but it wasn't the same as being out there, physically contributing to the effort. She sighed inwardly, trying to push away the frustration.
Just then, her computer beeped.
She turned her head toward it, curiosity replacing her earlier thoughts. Excusing herself from the conversation, she walked over to the table and lifted the screen. A wide smile spread across her face when she saw Robbie looking back at her.
"Hey, you," she greeted warmly.
"Hey," he replied, though his voice was slightly distracted.
Before Trini could say another word, giggling erupted from behind him. She tilted her head slightly, catching sight of two girls—one older, one younger—hovering just out of frame with mischievous grins.
"Ohhh, look at him!" the younger one, Halai, teased, waving dramatically at Trini through the screen. "Chatting with his girlfriend!"
Alena, the older one, smirked. "So cute," she drawled, drawing out the words in an exaggerated tone.
Robbie sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Here we go," he muttered under his breath before looking at Trini. "Okay, before they embarrass me any further—" he turned slightly and motioned toward them. "Trini, meet my sisters. The one who won't stop giggling is Halai, and the one who thinks she's hilarious is Alena."
"Hey, Alena. Hey, Halai," Trini said, waving back at them with an amused smile.
The two girls giggled and waved again, clearly delighted.
"She's so pretty," Halai whispered to Alena, though it was loud enough for both Robbie and Trini to hear.
Robbie groaned. "Okay, you two have had your fun, now scram."
Alena grinned. "We're just saying, she's way too cool for you."
Halai nodded. "For real."
Trini laughed. "I think he's pretty cool, too."
Robbie shot her a grateful look, but before he could say anything else, his mother's voice rang out from the background.
"Girls! Let your brother talk to his friend in peace."
Alena and Halai shared a knowing look, still smirking as they retreated. "Nice to meet you, Trini!" Alena called over her shoulder before disappearing from view.
Robbie shook his head, exhaling dramatically. "I swear, they never stop."
Trini chuckled. "Well, that's what sisters do."
"Yeah, unfortunately." He rubbed the back of his neck, finally refocusing on her. "Anyway, what's up?"
Trini shifted on her bed, making sure not to put pressure on her chest. "Not much, just listening to my parents talk about all the work that still needs to be done. I wish I could help, but…" She gestured vaguely at herself. "Still on the injured list."
Robbie nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I get that. But you'll be back in action soon."
She smiled. "Hope so."
Robbie smirked. "And until then, you've got me to keep you entertained."
Trini chuckled. "As long as your sisters let you."
Robbie groaned. "Let's not give them any ideas."
She laughed, settling in more comfortably. No matter what, talking to Robbie always made her feel better.
Trini shifted slightly on her bed, careful not to put too much pressure on her chest as she settled into a more comfortable position. "So," she started, resting her chin on her hand, "what do you think is going to happen at your next doctor's visit?"
Robbie sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Honestly? Probably the same thing as last time. More questions. More evaluations. The doc's gonna poke at my brain and see if I crack." He rolled his eyes. "I get that they have to check in, but it feels like they're asking the same things over and over again, just waiting for a different answer."
Trini frowned thoughtfully. "Like what?"
He shrugged. "Like if I'm still angry, if I'm still having bad dreams, if I feel like I've changed since it happened—stuff like that." He let out a dry chuckle. "I guess they're hoping I'll have some big revelation out of nowhere."
Trini bit her lip, debating whether or not to bring up the dream she'd had the night before. It had felt so real, almost like she was in the room with him. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask.
"Hey, does the question 'What are you not asking me?' mean anything to you?" she asked carefully, watching his reaction.
Robbie's expression shifted slightly. His brow furrowed, and he tilted his head. "Where'd that come from?"
Trini hesitated. "I—" She considered telling him about the dream outright but chose to ease into it instead. "I don't know. It just… came to me. Does it mean anything to you?"
Robbie exhaled, thinking. "I mean… it kinda does." He scratched the back of his head. "At my last session, I was getting fed up with the doctor asking me the same things over and over. So, I flipped it on him. I asked him what he wasn't asking me."
Trini's breath hitched slightly. That was exactly what had happened in her dream.
Robbie noticed her expression and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why do you ask?"
Trini hesitated again, then finally admitted, "I had a dream last night. It felt like I was in the room with you during your session. The doctor kept asking the same questions, and you got frustrated. You turned it around on him and asked, 'What are you not asking me?' And then… the dream faded before I could hear his answer."
Robbie stared at her, his usual easygoing demeanor shifting into something more serious. "Trini… that's exactly what happened."
A chill ran down her spine. "Really?"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I mean, I don't remember much after that, but I know I asked him that question. And I remember him looking caught off guard, like he hadn't thought about it before."
Trini swallowed. "That's… weird, right?"
Robbie exhaled. "Yeah. But in a way, it kind of makes sense. We've been through a lot together. Maybe we're just… connected like that."
Trini smiled softly. "Maybe."
They both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation lingering between them. Finally, Robbie smirked, breaking the tension. "Or maybe you've got psychic powers, and we need to test them out."
Trini rolled her eyes with a laugh. "If I did, I'd be using them to heal faster."
"Fair point," Robbie said with a grin. "But still, that's kinda cool. Maybe I should ask the doctor the same thing next time and see what happens."
Trini nodded. "Yeah… maybe this time, he'll actually answer."
Trini exhaled, feeling a sense of relief after sharing her dream with Robbie. She hadn't realized how much it had been weighing on her until she finally got it out. The fact that it had actually happened the way she saw it still sent a shiver down her spine, but Robbie's calm response reassured her.
Robbie leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "So, are you ready?"
Trini blinked. "Ready for what?"
He smirked. "For this weekend. You are still coming, right?"
Trini laughed. "Of course, I'm coming. I wouldn't miss it."
"Good," Robbie said, looking satisfied. "Because I've got a whole plan. Winter might not be as fun as spring, but I've got some ideas."
Trini raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Like what?"
He leaned back, crossing his arms. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Trini rolled her eyes playfully. "You're terrible at surprises."
Robbie grinned. "And yet, you keep coming back for more."
She shook her head with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. But seriously, I am looking forward to it. It'll be nice to just hang out and not have to think about all this other stuff for a while."
Robbie nodded. "Yeah… same here."
For a moment, they just smiled at each other, both knowing that whatever happened next, they had each other's backs.
* Ookami Residence *
As Molly and Tooey sat together, wrapped in the warmth of both the comforter and Molly's new quilt, they found comfort in each other's presence. Molly nestled against Tooey's chest, careful to avoid his legs, as the braces were still on. Tooey's arms held her just under her ribs, his grip instinctive and protective. Every so often, when she would slide down slightly, he would gently pull her back up, securing her against him again. Neither of them spoke much—they didn't need to.
Across the room, Layla and Atsaq sat near the fireplace, quietly discussing the kids. Layla, as any mother would, had questions—not because she approved or disapproved, but because she wanted to understand just how deep this bond between her daughter and Tooey really went.
"I see the way they look at each other," Layla murmured, glancing toward them. "They've been through so much together, and it's changed them. I just want to be sure they know what they're feeling."
Atsaq nodded, thoughtful. "They do. At least, as much as they can at their age. I've watched them, Layla. The way Molly takes care of him, the way Tooey worries about her—it's not just affection, it's commitment. They're choosing to be there for each other in ways most people don't at their age."
Layla sighed, rubbing her hands together. "It's sweet… but also a little scary. They're so young. What if they're moving too fast?"
Atsaq smiled knowingly. "They know they have to wait before making any big decisions. But emotionally? They're already there. And honestly, I'd rather see them learning what love and trust are now than making mistakes later. They're growing together, and that's not something to be afraid of."
Meanwhile, Nat and Walter were deep in their own conversation near the counter, discussing the work that still needed to be done both inside and outside the Trading Post.
"The back storage room still has a leak," Walter muttered, rubbing his chin. "And the front steps could use some de-icing before someone takes a bad fall."
Nat nodded. "I'll get to that tomorrow. Anything else outside?"
"The snow buildup near the roof needs to be knocked down before it gets any heavier. Don't want it caving in."
As the conversations continued, Molly tilted her head slightly, peeking up at Tooey. "You okay?" she asked softly.
Tooey looked down, meeting her gaze. "I'm better than okay," he admitted. "You?"
Molly smiled. "Same."
He pulled her a little closer again, as if making sure she didn't drift too far away.
Layla, Walter, Nat, and Atsaq had been deep in their own conversations when they paused as they were all observing Tooey and Molly on the couch. The soft afternoon light filtered through the windows, revealing the tender intimacy between the two. Molly was nestled against Tooey's chest, her head resting gently on his chest. Every so often, Tooey would pull her in closer, and they shared a few shy, heartfelt kisses that spoke of a deep and growing affection.
As they watched, Layla and Atsaq exchanged knowing glances before approaching the pair with gentle curiosity. "So," Layla began kindly, "just how far have things gone between you two? What have you been doing when it's just the two of you?"
Tooey and Molly glanced at each other before Molly spoke softly, "Well, we've been spending all of the time together. I've helped Tooey with his braces and other little tasks, especially when he's feeling weak, and he's taken care of me when I was sick." Molly emphasized hugging Tooey and placing a kiss on his chest.
Tooey added, "Yeah, when Molly had that rough spell with her fever, I made sure she stayed safe and comfortable. I held her hand all night and made sure she didn't overdo it. And even when she was too tired to get up, I was there to help her move around a bit."
Molly's cheeks warmed as she recalled those moments. "I remember when I was really sick, and Tooey kept me company through it all. He brought me water, helped me take some of the medicine Atsaq had given me, and even when I nearly fainted. Atsaq told me that he was there to catch me so I wouldn't hurt myself, since I don't remember any of it." She paused and offered a small smile. "And when I was helping him change or put his braces back on, he'd always watch me with these loving eyes. It made me feel really cared for as I was caring for him."
Atsaq's eyes softened with pride. "They're doing wonderfully together," she said. "I've seen how Molly steadies Tooey when he's struggling to move, and how he never leaves her side when she's unwell. Their support for each other is something rare and beautiful."
Walter, leaning back with a thoughtful look, interjected, "It sounds like you two have been through quite a bit already. It must be hard balancing your own recoveries while looking out for one another."
Tooey nodded earnestly. "It isn't always easy, but we know we can rely on each other. I mean, I've learned to put aside my own pain when Molly needs me, and she never hesitates to help me out even if it means a little extra work for her."
Layla, with a gentle smile, added, "And that mutual care is exactly what builds a strong foundation. You're both learning what it means to be there for someone, through sickness and in health."
Molly looked up, meeting Tooey's gaze as she spoke. "Even when I was too weak to do much, Tooey would insist on helping me move around, making sure I didn't push myself too hard. And on days when I felt like I'd never get better, he made me laugh, even tickling me sometimes—though I might have protested, it always made me feel loved."
Tooey's expression turned tender as he recalled the moments when he had held her close through her fevered spells. "I just want her to feel safe. I know I'm not perfect, but if I can help her, even a little, then it's worth every bit of the struggle."
Their conversation paused as the room fell into a comfortable silence. Their parents then continued talking about the snow and ice cleanup.
Layla and Atsaq exchanged another glance, reassured by the honest words of the two young ones. "I'm so proud of both of you," Atsaq said softly. "Just remember to take care of yourselves, too. You need to heal, not just physically but emotionally."
Molly and Tooey nodded, their expressions mingling determination with tenderness. In that moment, they both understood that their journey together was just beginning, and despite the challenges they'd already faced, their love—and the care they had for one another—was growing stronger every day.
As the kids are lounging watching the adults talking. They both feel a buzzing. Tooey releases Molly so she could pull her phone out. She accepts the video call, and a second later Trini and Robbie are on the call. Trini on video and Robbie on her computer.
* Mumford Residence *
Trini was still wrapped up in her conversation with Robbie when her father, Daniel, suddenly appeared in the doorway holding a large, well-worn calendar. He paused, tapping a specific date with his finger as if to gently remind her of something important. Robbie, noticing the interruption, leaned forward. "Hey, what's up? What are you looking at?"
Trini smiled, glancing between the calendar in Daniel's hand and Robbie's expectant face. "My dad just reminded me of something and you're about to be part of it. A celebration call" she explained.
Robbie's brow furrowed in confusion. "A celebration call? What do you mean by that?"
Trini's smile brightened as she continued, "Well today it'll be a special call we'll be making to congratulate a special someone. And guess what? We're celebrating Molly's thirteenth birthday today!"
Robbie blinked, processing the news. "Molly's birthday?" he repeated slowly, his tone mixing surprise and curiosity.
"Exactly," Trini replied, her excitement growing. "Dad just told me that he and mom already talked to the family while we were talking on here. Molly's family is all gathered over at Tooey's place—there are strawberry pancakes, a huge double strawberry cake with strawberry icing, and even a special present from her Mom."
Daniel, Trini's father, stepped fully into the room with a warm smile, holding up the phone, which he handed over to Trini.
Robbie let out a chuckle, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "A celebration call for Molly, huh? I have never been a part of such a thing."
Trini's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she nodded. "After this call you will be. I am just glad she can celebrate after everything we've all been through lately. The heartfelt celebration will really lift her spirits."
Robbie's earlier confusion softened into genuine care. "Alright then," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's call and wish her a happy birthday. I'm in."
Trini grinned broadly, feeling a rush of warmth knowing that Robbie was on board. As they prepared to join the call, she took one last look at the calendar in her father's hand—a bright reminder of the day's significance. Soon, the conversation resumed, their voices blending with laughter and good wishes as they joined in celebrating Molly's birthday.
Trini sat at her desk, the soft glow of her computer screen lighting up her face as she dialed Molly. With a quick adjustment, she turned the phone so that both her face and her computer's display were visible. On the screen, Robbie's familiar smile greeted her, and in the video feed from Molly's end, she could see Molly cozily snuggled on the couch with Tooey.
"Hey, Molly—happy birthday!" Trini said brightly, her voice mixing excitement with warmth as she waved at the camera.
Molly's eyes lit up as she stretched a little against Tooey's chest. "Thanks, Trini! I'm in my favorite spot right now," she replied, her tone content and a playful smile dancing on her lips.
Robbie, who was watching from his own screen, leaned in. "Wait—where exactly are you, Molly?" he asked, his curiosity evident.
Molly laughed softly and shifted on the couch to give a better view. "I'm right here with Tooey, celebrating with the family. And, of course, I'm enjoying some quality time with my boyfriend," she teased, her eyes sparkling with affection.
Trini grinned as she adjusted the phone again so that her computer's background, filled with a few scattered papers and a cozy lamp, was visible. "You guys make it look so effortless," she commented. "I wish I could be there with you, too."
Trini watched as Molly moved the phone away from her, giving them a wider view. When the movements stopped, Trini figured she had propped up the phone.
Molly's smile widened as she reached over to lift a quilt that had been draped over her lap—a handmade treasure decorated with her favorite birds. The largest, most stunning patch featured a puffin, its delicate stitches catching the light. "Check this out—Mom made this quilt for me. I absolutely love it," Molly said, holding the quilt up proudly for both of them to see.
Trini's eyes twinkled with a mix of admiration and playful jealousy. "Puffins, huh? Molly, that quilt is gorgeous. I love it so much I might have to borrow—or maybe even steal—it from you," she teased, her tone light and affectionate.
Molly laughed and hugged the quilt closer. "No way! It's all mine. But if you really want one, you can ask Joy to make you one," she replied, her voice warm.
Robbie chuckled at their banter. "Sounds like a perfect birthday treat," he added, his smile genuine. "I'm really glad to see you so happy, Molly."
Trini leaned in, her face now clearly visible next to her computer's display. "And you know," she said, "when things settle down—when the snow finally clears and the roads open—we can all celebrate again. Maybe Tooey can be wheeled over here, or we can meet up at his place, or even at the Trading Post."
Robbie's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds awesome. A proper celebration with everyone would be just what you need."
Trini smiled thoughtfully, then glanced at the video feed one more time. "I'm really happy for you, Molly. Even after all that's happened, you're surrounded by love and warmth. It makes me wish I could share that feeling more often," she admitted softly.
Molly's expression softened as she nodded. "Thanks, Trini. Honestly, just talking with you right now makes me feel even better," she replied. As she watched them. Tooey hugged her closer and placed a kiss on her cheek, which Molly gladly accepted.
Her and everyone else's attention was taken from Trini when she heard something Tooey said but didn't understand. "Teekkone, what did you just say?"
Tooey smile wider, hugged her again and kissed her on the lips again before saying "Angniq anutiiq elpenum, Molly."
From the other side of the room, Atsaq stopped and listened to Tooey. She smiled along with everyone as Molly had an incredulous look on her face. Before Tooey could respond. Atsaq broke in and told her that Tooey said, "Happy Birthday to you, Molly in YuP'ik.
Since turnabout was fair play, she repeated his actions and said, "Shii neet'ihthan nakhwan, Teekkone." This time Layla smiled and before anyone could say anything she told Tooey that Molly had said, "I love you Teekkone, in Gwich'in.
Everyone present and on video watched as tear filled her eyes and ran down her face, but she was in no hurry to wipe or stop them. She was so happy, because of the family she was surrounded by, and the friends that called just to wish her good wishes on her special day.
The room filled with laughter, gentle teasing, and promises of future celebrations. In that moment—despite the distance—their connection felt stronger than ever. Trini knew that even though she couldn't be there physically, their shared moments, captured on her computer screen, bridged the gap between them all.
Yup'ik Dictionary
Waquaa! – Hello
Aana – Mother
Tua-I-Ngunrituq – Goodbye
Tuntuvak – Moose
Quyana – Thank you
Gaarrufurendo – Girlfriend in Japanese
Watashi no Gaarrufurendo – My girlfriend in Japanese
Angniq anutiiq elpenum – Happy Birthday to You
Gwich'in Dictionary
Shgguya – My grandchild
Ti'yaa – My father
Dak Niighit – "She rises into the air" Layla Mabray's Native name.
Shchada'a – My grandfather
Dinjik – Moose
Khoh t'án - Rose
Shahnyaa – One who informs us – Molly's native name
Shaeeyaa - Shimmering Stars, comic book hero created by Molly.
Sha'oodèe- Boyfriend
Va'oodèe – Girlfriend
Qaspeg – Tunic length, (falling between hip and knees) hooded overshirt with a large front pocket
Shii neet'ihthan nakhwan – I love you