Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 4:24 am Post subject: Nic 'n Olive
On her wedding day, Constance had been implored by her mother and sisters not to go through with her marriage to Brutus Davies, they told her no good would ever come of their union. When Constance asked how they knew this, each of them had claimed that they had had a vision or something from the other side had reached out to them with the information, and though Constance was of the magical variety herself, she was quick to shrug off their warnings. After all, she was confident in her love for Brutus and believed he felt the same for her. She also decided that there was no way Brutus would leave her as she was already several weeks pregnant with their first son.
Sometimes she wished she had just listened.
The young couple hadn't even been married for a year the first time Brutus tried to leave. He came home from work late one night and started packing a bag as soon as he got in, going on about Constance never did anything around the house and all he was doing was working to put food in her mouth. She'd just had their son, Basilius, a few weeks prior. Not wanting to prove her mother and sisters right, she begged him to stay and spent the rest of the night apologizing to him.
The second time he tried to leave, Constance had just had their second son, Arnaldus, a few months prior and had just discovered she was pregnant again. Brutus was less than pleased with the news and didn't even bother packing a bag this time before leaving for the night. When he came back the next morning, he smelled of someone else's perfume and even though it broke her heart, she begged him to stay once again.
The third time came less than six months later, just before Constance was due to give birth to their third son, Melchior. Constance could tell he due for a nuclear meltdown and she was unsure she could beg enough to keep him around this time, so, determined to keep her sons' father in their lives and her husband in hers, she went against her better judgement and sneaked him a love brew. Like all true and effective magic, there was a stipulation in which upon the birth of a seventh son, the spell would lose it's potency and the choice to stay or go would be in Brutus's hands. Constance hardly thought it was relevant.
The change in Brutus was immediate and for several years he was a devoted husband and a doting father, though it was often commented at soccer games and PTA meetings that there was something strangely dull about his gaze. Though it was unplanned, when Constance found out she was pregnant again, this time with triplets, Brutus seemed elated about the prospect. He used his paternity leave to the fullest that time and stayed home several weeks to help his wife with their three newest sons, Artephius, Paracelsus, and Theodorus.
So much time had passed and their lives seemed so much fuller and happier that when Constance found out she was pregnant with their seventh son, she didn't even recall the stipulation in the magic placed on her husband. He seemed so happy about becoming a father once again, but that all changed in an instant as soon as their seventh boy, Nicodemus, emerged small and screaming. Constance was so caught up in the moment as she held her babe that she almost didn't notice the sudden shift, as if Brutus was coming too after a long dream, suddenly placed in a busy delivery room with a screaming baby he had no interest in on his wife's chest.
Unlike the times before, this time when Brutus left, he did it without making a scene and this time Constance didn't try to beg him to stay. No magic in all the world could make him really want to stay anyway.
Constance swallowed her pride and packed up her boys and moved back to the Bronx to live with her mother. The four bedroom apartment in which Constance and all her sisters grew up in was more than enough space for her boys, herself, and her mother. For the first few months, Constance curled up with baby Nic in her mother's bed so her own mother could cradle and comfort her while she wept.
But years had passed and Constance's mother had since passed, so now it was just her and her rowdy group of boys in the apartment, them and a million crystals, charms, and elixirs as Constance had officially made magic working her primary source of income after her mother passed.
She was currently working over the stove while her three oldest boys were down the hall playing with some kids their age while the triplets wrestled and caused general mayhem in the living room.
"Theo! Get your brother's fingers out of your mouth!" She crowed at the three boys. She clucked her tongue and nearly stumbled over little Nic perched at her feet, as he usually was, when she tried to reach for some dried herbs. "Nicky, you're supposed to sit on your stool so I don't trip over you, honey." She scolded lightly before bending over to scoop up her youngest, settling him on the stool just on the other side of her and out of the way of the stove and her herb rack. She took a moment to fluff some of his curly blond hair from his face. Out of all her boys, he was the only one who got his father's liquid gold eyes. She let out a little sigh and smiled at him. "Try and stay put, baby. Mom only has a few things she needs to get done before Mister Amulius comes over. When I'm all finished, we'll go get your brothers and I'll get dinner going."
"Can we have yellow noodles?" Nic asked, speaking of his mother's "famous" boxed mac n cheese.
"Mm, we had that a few nights ago. I think we should mix it up some. We'll see though." She nodded. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Amulius wasn’t historically the most gentle person. He was kind and friendly with his nieces and nephews, his step son Buck too. But there was a more of a casual report, like old friends. Amulius didn’t sugar coat or dumb anything down for the littles in his life and they didn’t seem to mind. But when Lazlo placed baby Norah in his arms, the love was instant. Perhaps it had something to do with already talking about having children, or something special and unspoken between Amulius and Norah. But from that first moment, Norah was Amulius’s pet. She was always at his feet or being carried around on his hip.
It was no exception when Amulius needed to run work related errands. Norah held Amulius’s hand as they approached the apartment door. She was much smaller than her Dad who was a six foot something beanpole. Of course being adopted it was no surprise that she didn’t share any features to Amulius, her skin sun kissed and freckled. She had the most enchanting green eyes, with little flecks of gold in the middle, and dirty blonde hair that Amulius had tied into French braided pigtails.
“Can you knock for Daddy?” Amulius asked her.
Norah nodded and reached up as high as she could, little fist knocking several times before Amulius pulled her back gently.
“That’s perfect, good job.” He praised, patting her back.
Constance craned her neck to look at the door, her hands moving with pure reflex memory as she plucked some sort of beans from a dried out pod over the brew she was making. She glanced to her triplets, who were still very much wrapped up in their horseplay to have even noticed the knocking. She then looked to Nic.
"Nicky, will you go get the door for Mom?" She asked him sweetly.
Nic was unlike all of his other brothers when they were his age. Where they were rough and rowdy, he was much softer and quieter. Constance was sure that would change, after all, she was the eldest out of her sisters and knew that there was a pecking order when it came to to sibling hierarchy and unfortunately Nic was at the bottom rung. But for now, he was her very good, quiet boy.
Nic got up from where his mother had perched him on the stool and went to the front door, narrowly dodging his brother Perry as Theo had chucked him across the room. He paused a moment, watching Perry recover and quickly scramble back over to the mix, before going to the door and cracking it open. He peeked outside through a narrow sliver and had to look up and up at the man standing outside. He'd never seen anyone so big in his life.
"Hello." He greeted simply. "Who're you?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Amulius was familiar enough with Constance and equally familiar with the legend of her little league football team. This much be one of the players.
“I’m Amulius, I’m here to see your mom.” Amulius answered back simply. Norah held onto her Dad’s pant leg but craned to peek through the crack, a little bit nosy.
"Mister Amulius?" Nic asked, as if needing the confirmation that Amulius and Mister Amulius were the same person. He looked away from Amulius when he saw, from the corner of his gaze, a little girl about his age trying to peer in. He looked back at her, equally as nosy, before there was a hand resting in his golden curls and the door was opened further. He looked up to see Constance.
"Sorry about the doorman. Come in." She greeted as she gently coaxed Nic from the door. "My, my, who is this pretty girl you have with you?" She crooned regarding Norah. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"Hello, Norah." Constance greeted before gesturing to Nic. "This is my son, Nicodemus."
"But I like Nicky or Nic better." Nic was quick to correct, apparently not quite as shy as the little girl as he tilted his head this way and that way to try and get a better look at her.
Constance smiled.
"Norah, maybe you and Nic can get situated at the kitchen table so you two can help me and your daddy, hm? Or I have a TV in my room you two can watch since Nic's brothers are...preoccupied." She said, glancing over at the triplets who were still very much involved in Wrestle Mania. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"Whatever my mom watches, mostly kissy or crying movies, but sometimes I watch cartoons." Nic answered with a nod. "I have the Bambi dvd. Do you know him?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"Bambi is a boy...maybe it's a different Bambi." Nic said before craning his neck to look up at Amulius. "Can I show her?" He asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"Is she your mommy?" Nic asked, reaching for Norah's hand to guide her along.
Constance clucked her tongue with a little grin before looking to Amulius.
"She's lucky my other boys aren't here. They probably would scare her more than these three feral monsters." She said, gesturing to her triplets. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Oh...what’re daddies like?” Nic asked, curious. As far as he was concerned, Norah was the daddy expert between the two of them. He didn’t know the first thing about his daddy. All His oldest brother Baz said was that he hated him very much. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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