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Genesis 098
Title~ Brats
Author~ Annarti
Dislcaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 098. Look! It's not Gylepi! Really! >>
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‘What do you think, Lania?’ Aari asked her daughter. ‘Boy or girl?’
Lania put her ear to Aari’s growing stomach, a frowning, ponderous expression on her face. ‘Hmm…’ The baby chose that moment to kick out, making the little girl jump back and giggle. ‘Boy! A girl would never kick Mama that hard.’
Aari raised her eyebrows in amusement. ‘Oh, yes, you did. You kicked more than this one.’
Lania’s mouth dropped open in shock. ‘No I didn’t! Mama you’re lying!’
Aari put on the same face and rested her hands huffily on her hips. ‘I most certainly do not! You were a right little tap dancer, you were.’ She poked the little girl on the nose.
‘Mama,’ Lania whined, holding her hands over her nose as much to keep her mother from stealing it as to hide the broad grin on her face.
‘So do you want a little baby brother or a sister?’ Aari asked, settling herself back on the couch.
Her daughter climbed up beside her and hugged her stomach. ‘A sister. Boys are icky. They have boy germs, and they’re all brats.’ She paused and frowned in thought. ‘Except Papa. Papa’s not a brat with boy germs.’
Aari laughed aloud, patting her daughter on the head.
‘What?’ Lania demanded innocently.
‘Papa can be the brattiest of them all.’ Aari wiped a tear from her eye. ‘Especially to those poor blade archers.’
‘But Papa’s a grown-up,’ the little girl protested. ‘How can he be a brat?’
‘Because boys are never grown-ups,’ Aari grinned, ‘especially that lot.’ She lifted her legs up onto the couch and grinned down at her daughter. ‘One time, he and the other archers put snakes in the blade archers’ saddle bags.’
Lania’s eyes and mouth opened wide like saucers and she gasped loudly. ‘I hope the horsies were okay!’
‘Oh yes, they were fine. The snakes weren’t poisonous, he tells me, but they certainly gave the blade archers a fright.’
Her daughter brought her knees up to her chest and hid her mouth behind them, a sure sign she was grinning as much as her eyes were. ‘What else has Papa done?’ she asked with a giggle.
Aari raised an eyebrow. ‘That was an evil little laugh there, Lania. You’re not getting ideas, are you?’
‘Noooo.’ She shook her head vigorously.
‘You’ll just have to ask Papa when he gets home, then.’
‘Fine, I will,’ Lania said decisively, ‘and I’ll tell him you called him a brat, too.’
Aari laughed again.
Lania gave that evil little giggle, then frowned. ‘Do you think he’ll be back when the baby comes?’
Aari sighed and shook her head, stroking her daughter’s long black hair. ‘I don’t think so, sweetie. He’s not supposed to be coming back until two weeks afterwards, and you know he usually comes home late.’
Lania’s shoulders slouched, then she placed both hands on her mother’s stomach and leant in, talking sternly to the baby. ‘You stay in there until Papa’s home, okay?’
Author~ Annarti
Dislcaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 098. Look! It's not Gylepi! Really! >>
‘What do you think, Lania?’ Aari asked her daughter. ‘Boy or girl?’
Lania put her ear to Aari’s growing stomach, a frowning, ponderous expression on her face. ‘Hmm…’ The baby chose that moment to kick out, making the little girl jump back and giggle. ‘Boy! A girl would never kick Mama that hard.’
Aari raised her eyebrows in amusement. ‘Oh, yes, you did. You kicked more than this one.’
Lania’s mouth dropped open in shock. ‘No I didn’t! Mama you’re lying!’
Aari put on the same face and rested her hands huffily on her hips. ‘I most certainly do not! You were a right little tap dancer, you were.’ She poked the little girl on the nose.
‘Mama,’ Lania whined, holding her hands over her nose as much to keep her mother from stealing it as to hide the broad grin on her face.
‘So do you want a little baby brother or a sister?’ Aari asked, settling herself back on the couch.
Her daughter climbed up beside her and hugged her stomach. ‘A sister. Boys are icky. They have boy germs, and they’re all brats.’ She paused and frowned in thought. ‘Except Papa. Papa’s not a brat with boy germs.’
Aari laughed aloud, patting her daughter on the head.
‘What?’ Lania demanded innocently.
‘Papa can be the brattiest of them all.’ Aari wiped a tear from her eye. ‘Especially to those poor blade archers.’
‘But Papa’s a grown-up,’ the little girl protested. ‘How can he be a brat?’
‘Because boys are never grown-ups,’ Aari grinned, ‘especially that lot.’ She lifted her legs up onto the couch and grinned down at her daughter. ‘One time, he and the other archers put snakes in the blade archers’ saddle bags.’
Lania’s eyes and mouth opened wide like saucers and she gasped loudly. ‘I hope the horsies were okay!’
‘Oh yes, they were fine. The snakes weren’t poisonous, he tells me, but they certainly gave the blade archers a fright.’
Her daughter brought her knees up to her chest and hid her mouth behind them, a sure sign she was grinning as much as her eyes were. ‘What else has Papa done?’ she asked with a giggle.
Aari raised an eyebrow. ‘That was an evil little laugh there, Lania. You’re not getting ideas, are you?’
‘Noooo.’ She shook her head vigorously.
‘You’ll just have to ask Papa when he gets home, then.’
‘Fine, I will,’ Lania said decisively, ‘and I’ll tell him you called him a brat, too.’
Aari laughed again.
Lania gave that evil little giggle, then frowned. ‘Do you think he’ll be back when the baby comes?’
Aari sighed and shook her head, stroking her daughter’s long black hair. ‘I don’t think so, sweetie. He’s not supposed to be coming back until two weeks afterwards, and you know he usually comes home late.’
Lania’s shoulders slouched, then she placed both hands on her mother’s stomach and leant in, talking sternly to the baby. ‘You stay in there until Papa’s home, okay?’