Post by Jules on Aug 3, 2008 21:01:38 GMT -5
Things had quieted down. They were not the same as they once had been, of course not. But Pia and Jack were, after seven years, finding their footholds in the chaos that was the twins. It was going well, and they’d discovered several tricks up their sleeves (mostly courtesy of Vince).
While it wasn’t rare that the boys got out of hand, Pia and Jack were finding that they enjoyed parenthood more then they thought they would. Even after the ‘Blood incident’ (“But mooo-oomm, we wanted our room to be red. We swear we thought it was paint.”)
Jack was happy, what more could a man ask for; two heirs to the throne (although, even at seven, he was kind of glad Armand had come out first).
But then IT happened. It was a perfectly innocent day, the three Ira Men were waist-deep in a pond, having a battle with Replica Battalion ships and one may or may not have had the unfair advantage of rocket power. There was much boyish laughter even though Jack wasn’t a boy (at least on the outside) and it was all around an afternoon to be remembered.
“JACK!”
Jack winced at the tone of his wife’s voice floating out a window. “Ahh boys, your mother beckons.”
“NO! I was winning! That’s CHEATING!” Growled Alex.
“That’s because your ship shot out fireballs.” Armand pointed out. A two-minute scuffle followed, separate by each boy being lifted out of the pond by their collars.
“Go do something undestructive.” Jack pleaded and set the boys down on the grass before going into the castle. Now he had to take a deep breath, square his shoulders and face whatever he had done wrong. When he entered their bedroom there was a flurry of hair and nails and sweet perfume and at first he grinned because he hadn’t thought it was that kind of ‘Jack’ but seconds later he realized she wasn’t kissing him, but strangling him.
“Pia!” He gurgled and her pale, angry, beautiful face glared up at him.
“I HATE YOU!” She screamed. “HATEYOUHATEYOUHATEYOU!”
Jack pried her hands away from his throat and cocked an eyebrow at her. For the life of him he couldn’t think what he had done.
“What?” Pia had seemed to calm down (she wasn’t trying to choke him anymore), but then her leg swung back and she would’ve kneed him right in the groin had he not twisted out of the way at the last minute.
“YOU DO SO MUCH DAMAGE WITH THAT!” She growled and for a moment Jack was truly frightened. He remembered the last time he thought he’d kissed someone else.
“Pia, I swear I’m faithful. Honey, I don’t know where you got the idea---“
“NOT THAT YOU FOOL! I’m PREGNANT! Again!”
Pia stood there panting, fixing the hair that had gotten out of place while Jack appeared to have been turned into a statue. “What….what? What? But….what?”
“I’ve got another one of YOUR SPAWN inside me.”
“But this is great! Pia, another kid!”
“HAVE you seen our children, Jack? DO YOU REMEMBER WHY WE HAD TO GET THE WEST WING REBUILT?”
“Yes…”
“Why?”
“….it burned down.”
“Exactly.” Pia sniffled and then flopped onto the bed.
“…how far along?”
“I don’t know.” She muttered and rolled onto her side. Jack joined her, pulling her back against his chest, a hand protectively on her still-flat stomach.
“We’ll do it.”
“Jack, we’re not good parents.”
“We’re great parents.” But he didn’t sound so sure.
“Really Jack?”
“Yes.” He said more firmly.
“What about the west wing?”
“What about last mother’s day, hmm?”
“…that was really sweet.”
“It was.”
“….even if it was poison ivy.”
“Shhh.”
“Okay Jack fine. We’ll do this.”
“And we’ll be good at it. What’s one more?”
“One more. If there’s more then one in here I swear I will divorce you.”
“It’s probably sixtuplets.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too.”
While it wasn’t rare that the boys got out of hand, Pia and Jack were finding that they enjoyed parenthood more then they thought they would. Even after the ‘Blood incident’ (“But mooo-oomm, we wanted our room to be red. We swear we thought it was paint.”)
Jack was happy, what more could a man ask for; two heirs to the throne (although, even at seven, he was kind of glad Armand had come out first).
But then IT happened. It was a perfectly innocent day, the three Ira Men were waist-deep in a pond, having a battle with Replica Battalion ships and one may or may not have had the unfair advantage of rocket power. There was much boyish laughter even though Jack wasn’t a boy (at least on the outside) and it was all around an afternoon to be remembered.
“JACK!”
Jack winced at the tone of his wife’s voice floating out a window. “Ahh boys, your mother beckons.”
“NO! I was winning! That’s CHEATING!” Growled Alex.
“That’s because your ship shot out fireballs.” Armand pointed out. A two-minute scuffle followed, separate by each boy being lifted out of the pond by their collars.
“Go do something undestructive.” Jack pleaded and set the boys down on the grass before going into the castle. Now he had to take a deep breath, square his shoulders and face whatever he had done wrong. When he entered their bedroom there was a flurry of hair and nails and sweet perfume and at first he grinned because he hadn’t thought it was that kind of ‘Jack’ but seconds later he realized she wasn’t kissing him, but strangling him.
“Pia!” He gurgled and her pale, angry, beautiful face glared up at him.
“I HATE YOU!” She screamed. “HATEYOUHATEYOUHATEYOU!”
Jack pried her hands away from his throat and cocked an eyebrow at her. For the life of him he couldn’t think what he had done.
“What?” Pia had seemed to calm down (she wasn’t trying to choke him anymore), but then her leg swung back and she would’ve kneed him right in the groin had he not twisted out of the way at the last minute.
“YOU DO SO MUCH DAMAGE WITH THAT!” She growled and for a moment Jack was truly frightened. He remembered the last time he thought he’d kissed someone else.
“Pia, I swear I’m faithful. Honey, I don’t know where you got the idea---“
“NOT THAT YOU FOOL! I’m PREGNANT! Again!”
Pia stood there panting, fixing the hair that had gotten out of place while Jack appeared to have been turned into a statue. “What….what? What? But….what?”
“I’ve got another one of YOUR SPAWN inside me.”
“But this is great! Pia, another kid!”
“HAVE you seen our children, Jack? DO YOU REMEMBER WHY WE HAD TO GET THE WEST WING REBUILT?”
“Yes…”
“Why?”
“….it burned down.”
“Exactly.” Pia sniffled and then flopped onto the bed.
“…how far along?”
“I don’t know.” She muttered and rolled onto her side. Jack joined her, pulling her back against his chest, a hand protectively on her still-flat stomach.
“We’ll do it.”
“Jack, we’re not good parents.”
“We’re great parents.” But he didn’t sound so sure.
“Really Jack?”
“Yes.” He said more firmly.
“What about the west wing?”
“What about last mother’s day, hmm?”
“…that was really sweet.”
“It was.”
“….even if it was poison ivy.”
“Shhh.”
“Okay Jack fine. We’ll do this.”
“And we’ll be good at it. What’s one more?”
“One more. If there’s more then one in here I swear I will divorce you.”
“It’s probably sixtuplets.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too.”