"I don't think I even remember how to have a little baby around, are you sure we'll be good at it again?" Havania asked, though mostly as a joke. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I think we’ll be even better this time around. I’m a veteran in this game.” Navrik boasted confidently. “I think I’ll even know how to host a slumber party this time around.”
"You'll know how to make the best pillowforts for them this go around." Havania laughed, stretching up to kiss her husband's face. "Should we start now?" She cooed. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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"In the future nursery? How unsavory." Havania laughed, though it came out a bit breathy and hitched as Navrik pecked at her neck. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
It was a hot spring day, the snowy wet footprints of winter melting in the new seasons sun. Navrik loved warm weather, he preferred it even. He loved being able to work with his hands and do manual labor, which was harder to do when it was cold or wet. He was outside, working on Sal’s four wheeler, hands dirty with grease as he he did pretty routine maintenance. While Sal had moved to the city, Navrik still managed the upkeep for the ATV for whenever Sal was home. It was somewhat of a lazy day, which for Navrik merely meant a late start. He rolled out of bed with the sun and took his time tending to the animals and the land. That meant the goats were still eating their late breakfast, allowing Navrik some peace to work.
The goats were very much his and Havania’s ‘other kids,’ no pun intended, and loved to be under their feet like cats. Navrik, ever the patient man, never expressed real annoyance at this and instead adjusted how he did things to accommodate them and reward them with attention.
Naturally, he was shirtless, a stained ‘white’ Hanes t shirt, one of hundreds; tossed lazily over the railing of the porch. His jeans were already dirty, dirty hands prints from the past and from today, from routine hand wiping on the thigh or butt of the jeans. He’d been growing out his hair, which was long with a gentle wave to it, while normally worn down, Navrik had it tied up in a messy topknot. He was sweating, rolling beads of sweat followed from his hairline and down the gentle curve of his nose.
His clamoring in the ATV could only bee drowned out by John Denver, as Navrik sang along in tandem with the old beat up radio sat on the edge of the porch.
“Country roads, take me home. To the place, I belong-Shit!west virginia...” Navrik sang along, exclaiming in the middle as he had accidentally kicked over the coffee he sat on the ground beside his boot. He continued to mutter along to the song as he picked up the cup and threw its remaining contents over his shoulder.[/b]
She'd been a mama for more than half of her whole life with her own children, preceded by being a mother figure for her two brothers even. And while she would never change any of it for anything in the world, she admittedly loved spending her days with just her and Navrik.
She and Navrik had spent the evening prior sharing a bottle of wine while watching some nothing show that Havania couldn't even remember. They'd joked and laughed through most of it before he carried her off to bed where they spent the rest of the night sharing quiet, giggly conversation until Navrik's words slurred and became sleepy little sighs to which Havania fell asleep to like a lullaby.
Like her husband, Havania had taken the opportunity to sleep in, only waking up when she could no longer feel the residual heat left behind in her husband's sleep spot. She could hear the muffled sound of the radio playing outside, presumably from wherever Navrik had lugged it off to, and smiled sleepily when she heard him singing along.
"Such a bad singer." She joked to herself before rolling out from the blanket nest she and Navrik must have settled into the night before.
Though the years had come and gone, Havania was still as stunningly beautiful as ever, all curves and dark brown skin. When she was younger, she often had her hair and makeup done regularly, as part of her modeling gig, and though she still could make a perfect winged liner, she often opted for a fresh, clean face. It was hard, after all, to put on a full face of makeup when you were chasing around kids and eventually reigning in rowdy teenagers. When her kids were still little, she often kept her hair cut into a short bob to avoid being pulled on by squabbling fingers, but her hair had long since grown back in to its full length, long, dark, and wavy.
She gave a little stretch as she sat up and reached up to twirl her hair into a quick braid over her shoulder. She'd spilled wine onto her blouse the night before and it sat in a crumpled heap by the bedside. Navrik must have given her the literal shirt off his back because it hung loosely over her frame. She got up off the bed and found her slippers in the closet before heading downstairs to start her day. The smell of coffee still permeated the air and she found the warmer on the coffee machine still on with a pot still mostly full atop it. She went over and poured herself a cup and grabbed a few crackers off a dried up charcuterie board she and Navrik had made poorly together the night before. She headed out through the mudroom and into the "back" porch where she found Navrik working on the ATV.
"Good morning, handsome." She greeted, grinning as she went to lean on the railing, popping a cracker into her mouth. She noted the empty cup by her husband's feet and offered her cup out to him, knowing he most likely had spilled and that was the cause of his "expletive" earlier. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Navrik stepped over to meet his wife, minding his earlier spill. He placed his hand over hers so to keep it on the mug, before bringing it to his lips to steal a drink. He released the mug, wiping his upper lip with his lip; replacing coffee with grease. He uttered a lazy curse under his breath, not in English and not really angry, more out of acknowledgment.
“How did you sleep? Did I wake you up?” Navrik asked then, trying to wipe his face off on his mostly clean forearm. It didn’t matter if there was a fire engine circling the house or if anyone of the kids were crying or screaming, Navrik always asked if he woke Havania up, and routinely asked every morning that it applied.
“I slept good, the wine did a number on me.” Havania said, laughing softly as she reached out to gently rub the heel of her palm over the grease smudge while holding her coffee in her other hand. “I only woke up because I didn’t feel you in bed with me.” She took her hand away to observe the stain before moving it to gently thread her fingers into his hair. “How did you sleep? You were awfully giddy before we crashed.” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“You were giddy.” Navrik laughed, leaning forward, and crossing his arms over the railing of the porch. He rested his chin on his arms before looking at Havania thoughtfully. “Hm, I slept good. I think the wine gave me a headache though, it made it hard to sleep in much later.” He explained.
Havania frowned and let out a thoughtful little hum, her fingers still plucking softly through Navrik's hair.
"Did you take anything for it? I can get you some tylenol or something." She suggested. "Or maybe you need breakfast to soak everything up in your system." Her face scrunched with a smile then. "I could make us some french toast and bacon? Maybe a few eggs?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Navrik perked with excitement, eyes lit up and if he had a tail it would certainly be wagging. Navrik was a big boy, nearly seven feet tall with strong muscle carved deep into his tree trunk of a body. He liked to eat and while he wasn’t one to ever complain, Havania was easily his favorite cook.
Havania lived for Navrik's smile. When they first started dating, she got the impression that it wasn't something so easy to come by for him, so every little grin and chuckle felt like a little gift just for her. Even all these years later and though his smile was certainly plentiful, it still felt like something special.
She stretched down to place a peck at his cheek before tucking her mug of coffee into his hand.
"Finish this up for me, hmm? Come in when you're done, I'll get started now." She smiled. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
It was a fairly lazy Sunday night at the Castillo-Mehtevas home. Family dinner had just been finished and the kids were helping out with their usual evening chores while Havania prepared school lunches with leftover beans and cheesy pao. As much as Havania loved having little littles around the house, she was glad that her kids were grown and able to help out with things like cleaning up the dinner table and washing dishes.
All of the kids were working their way through high school, save for Asha who was already graduated and living in the city and Owen who was wrapping up his final year of middle school. Sal and Neran were going into their senior year while Godric was two years behind them only because of a birthday technicality and Lucinda was a freshman (but the cool kind, according to Sal).
As Havania filled up lunch boxes with leftover chicken legs and tomato slices, she listened to her kids joking and prodding with one another and couldn't help but think that nights like this were nice.
However, things were not so nice elsewhere...
Romulus and Remus had never had nice nights with their family. They never sat around sharing stories over dinner or laughed while joking around carelessly with one another. In fact, it was a "good" night if they got a hot meal, though they would never be allowed to share it with their parents or even their other siblings. It was a better night still if they didn't have to encounter any other family members at all.
But tonight was not a good night, it was in fact the worst night and it wasn't because of anything as simple as not having dinner. It was because they were running for their lives.
Romulus had been tasked with seducing Remedy Laughlin and obtaining information on her father's work with The Society, but somewhere along the way he crossed a line and found himself falling in love with her. It was that love for her that made him willing to jeopardize everything and denounce his parent's work, though that decision was proving to be a fatal error.
Armand had yelled and cursed him, even going as far as physically reprimanding him in ways that weren't foreign to Romulus. But after several deft strikes, Armand was apparently willing to settle with casting Romulus out, telling him to never come back, and though this didn't seem like it, it was a kindness, but it was a kindness that his sister, Fauna, wasn't willing to reciprocate. Though she wasn't as favored as their youngest brother, Fauna was still loyal to their parents and thought that Romulus's betrayal was unforgivable. Without any prompting, she went after him, and not willing to see his twin suffer a miserable death at Fauna's hands, Remus went after her.
When the three siblings collided in the woods, it had been an all out brawl, and though Romulus and Remus were not unskilled when it came to fighting and had the physiques to reflect that, Fauna was ruthless. Where Romulus and Remus were hesitant to hurt or even kill their sister, she was not as likeminded as them.
Which meant the only option was to run.
Romulus huffed and puffed as he ran, his torn shirt flapping against his chest as he crashed through the forest. He tried to keep track of Remus, but it was hard with all the adrenaline thrumming through his system. More than simply keeping track of Remus, he was also trying to mind their distance from Fauna, but if her guttural huffs and growling was any indication, she wasn't far behind them. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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