Apologies in advance for A: he shortness of these next posts, and B: The fact that some appearances have changed. Long story short, I got a new laptop.
"What will you do? Burn my waffles?" She asks, with genuine concern. I shake my head. "Nope. I shall withold sex." Eloise gawks at me. I won this round.
The next morning is met with groans from more than one child. Apparently school is not going to be any fun. I have no idea how they know this, never having been but I rest assured that it will be boring and hard and all around terrible.
When I return home I begin scrolling through the challenge fathers, and select Lime Livana. He has some pretty cool features and also an unusual skin tone which I love. So I venture out to the hospital where they inseminate me with Phillip's future child. I get home in time to avoid puking in the taxi, but I barely make it too the loo. The sickness is almost as bad as it was the earlier pregnancies.
I go to sleep that night in Eloise's arms. The next morning I awake and the bed is cold, neat and made up with military precision. There is a note on her pillow explaining that she had had to leave me because she, 'Just didn't feel it was working out.'
Skye, my dearest Skye.
Before you read this, know that I love you. More than anything. But you could see as well as I can, that we were not working out. I am too controlling, and your currwnt situation does not allow us to be like that. Although it was wonderful while it lasted, we must leave one another's company and I must return to my quest, making a living in America. So I am leaving you. Do not try to find me, it could not end well for you.
- your beloved, Eloise Honette.
Most of my day is spent with Paisley, and by the end of it I am showing a baby bump which she immediately attempts to feel. "Don't you have children of your own? You know, in your challenge?" I ask, tearfully. She nods, but does not let go. And I am content to let her do what she likes. Her hands are soft and warm, and the feeling of them touching me is quite nice. Not in that way, pervert.
Thor comes and asks me for help with his homework, and I agree to help him. Just because I have had a few emotional issues, it does not mean that I can let go of my kids. Or let them fail in school. He needs all the help he can get if he is going to pass that maths test he is taking. Sif is coping just fine in maths, and she has at least a B in all of her subjects. In fact she us even on honour roll and taking after school classes to improve. But she wants to grow up with her brother, and so she is going to wait for him to get at least one A in his classes.
Thor comes home the next day after his test waving a sheet of paper around. He got the A on his test, and so it is time for his birthday. They age up right away. Sif is a strong, independent girl who likes exercise and sports. She also fights a lot with her brother nowadays. Thor, he is a nice enough boy but he does not thing before he acts, so more often that not when he tries to do something to help anyone it ends up backfiring and getting him into trouble.
The phone rings. I answer it. Paisley starts to talk. I listen for a while, until she gets to the end of the sentence. The phone falls to the floor with a thud.