preciouspandora: 

“I’m trying to stay calm and not yell at your or cry.” Pandora sang, leaning her head against the wall as she rubbed her stomach. Her back was still to him, but surprisingly she was smiling. Somehow. She let out a long sigh, patting the spot on her right for him to come and take.

“Come talk to your babies, Naim. They miss their Papa singing to them during the night when you think I’m asleep.”

He felt bad, making her upset. Even though she was singing and smiled at him. Moving her sat next to her, one arm going around her and the other rubbed her stomach. “Somehow, I knew you weren always asleep when I did that…You don’t do so bad yourself, I’ve heard you in the shower and when you’re puttering around the house.”

Grinning, he kissed her cheek and started humming softly, trying to pick out a tune. He settled on a song, one from that damn movie. It was like their life, played oout on the scren. Not exactly, but, similarly. He crooned to their children, keeping her close.

“My gift is my song….And this one’s for you…”

preciouspandora:

faenaim:

preciouspandora:

Nope. This wasn’t happening. Pandora chose to sit on the bottom step and wait for Naim to come back, rubbing her stomach and singing to her two precious babies.

“Hush little babies, don’t say a word. Papa’s gonna end that evil man. And if that evil man’s head turns up, Papa’s gonna throw it in a pit and light him up…”

Naim made sure to stab that head through with the knife, skewering it firmly as he doused it with lighter fluid. A handful of herbs to aid in banishing the fucker and he set Ambrose’s head ablaze. Naim crossed his arms, watching the smug bastard burn alive. He buffered the house with his own Earth magic to keep Panda from seeing, hearing or smelling anything.

He wrinkled his nose as the fucker tried to speak, still hoarse and he glared it. “Speak up, daddy dearest. I can’t quite hear you.”

“My genes are in your kids, too.” He managed to bark at his son before his head started to crumble away, mixing in with the ashes of the terrible grey letters Naim had burned not even 24 hours prior. At least they were getting some good use out of their fire pit lately.

“When big Larry came around to put him down, Spondebob turned into a clown. And no girl ever wants to dance with the fool who went and. Ripped his pants.”

Naim replied by giving the head the finger and waited until the ashes smoldered. He left the knife there, fully intending to clean up that mess later. the ashes would have to be scattered and the knife melted down, among other things. Running a hand through his hair, he went back inside, chewing on his bottom lip.

Never on to run from his problems, he headed downstairs into the basement and stopped short, rubbing his hand along the back of his head. “It’s over….He’s gone, for real this time.”

Look, first off all, lactation shouldn’t start until the latter part of the eighth month. And, if during that time, I happened to be enjoying her breasts, then. Whatever, I’ll only do it if she enjoys it, too. I’m well aware of her need for a breast pump, that’s one of the things we’ve gotta buy when we move to the new house. Fuck, you’re an idiot.

Uh, no. That’s completely hazardous and unsanitary. our sex life really isn’t any of your business, Anon.

Only if she asks and is ok with it. It’s not like I’m some sort of monster who ravages his wife….she’s gotta ask first. ~smirk~

preciouspandora:

randigore:

~shrugs~ I said I might, Christ on a cracker. Doesn’t mean I’m going to.

preciouspandora:

Nope. This wasn’t happening. Pandora chose to sit on the bottom step and wait for Naim to come back, rubbing her stomach and singing to her two precious babies.

“Hush little babies, don’t say a word. Papa’s gonna end that evil man. And if that evil man’s head turns up, Papa’s gonna throw it in a pit and light him up…”

Naim made sure to stab that head through with the knife, skewering it firmly as he doused it with lighter fluid. A handful of herbs to aid in banishing the fucker and he set Ambrose’s head ablaze. Naim crossed his arms, watching the smug bastard burn alive. He buffered the house with his own Earth magic to keep Panda from seeing, hearing or smelling anything.

He wrinkled his nose as the fucker tried to speak, still hoarse and he glared it. “Speak up, daddy dearest. I can’t quite hear you.”

Ah….Um….the thought has crossed my mind, but, I’m not one to deprive my children. Up until she gives birth to them, maybe. I just don’t know.

Considering the only one I really pursued to take her from is the Marquis. I am fine with what I have done. I had a hunch that Randi loved her, but, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t around to see them interact much. Either way, Panda is my wife now and I won’t give her up for anything. My work on the house is done and now, I’m with her always.

preciouspandora:

faenaim:

preciouspandora:

Treehouse it is. Pandora nodded, letting Naim help her off of her back as the walked down their hall hand in hand. This felt so perfect how. How could she have ever doubted him?

“I need to get the sheets first, though. Wait for me?” Pandora more stated than asked, kissing his cheek before she ran off into the basement. A knitted blanket, a top cover, and a fitted cover. The pillows were in the tree house already. Oh! Pillow covers, duh.

What the Hell was that? Pandora narrowed her eyes, staring at what looked like to be glowing… Orange eyes….

Was that a head?

And then, Pandora let out the loudest scream of her life.

Naim was getting some water to drink when he heard her scream. If ever there was a moment in his life where he moved so fast, it would have been back in Faery when he saved Ellyn from an assassin. He held a kitchen knife in his hands, ready to defend her. A heavy hand laid upon her shoulder as he pulled her back and out of the way. He saw the glowing eyes as well and moved to fish thehead out. He grabbed the thing by it’s short hairs and glared at it. The fuck?

“This is supposed to be shriveled up and stuck on a base for Halloween decorating…would you like to explain yourself?” It looked like a half eaten version of Ambrose, flashing eyes, a hole in his cheek and a rather grody looking stump of a neck.

She had to be tripping on something. There was no way that Ambrose’s head was in her basement. She had spent hours down here over the past week. How would have have not noticed something like that!? Had she been that distracted!?

“Her energy, you fool. Taste it. It’s delicious.” Ambrose laughed hoarsely, his eyes blatantly staring into Pandora’s soul, it seemed. He let out a disgusting growl as he looked at-… Was he…?

“Look at you. All nice and plump.”

“Naim. Naim kill it.” Panda cried, holding her hand over her mouth before she could let herself sob. This couldn’t be happening. No. No, Ambrose was gone. This couldn’t happen.

“Well, it’s too bad the rest of your body is ashes in Faery. I’d let you re-attach yourself just for the sheer pleasure of killing you again. Not to mention, I could take you to see Ellyn again. She’ll get more creative than me.” He had a dark look on his face, a smirk and carried the twitching head upstairs.

“Have you ever heard the term, ‘kill it with fire,’ Ambrose? It’s what I should have done, but I wanted a trophy. Now, I’m going to burn you alive. The real way you should have died, bastard.” Back upstairs, he headed for the fire pit, perfectly content with ending this completely.

preciouspandora:

Treehouse it is. Pandora nodded, letting Naim help her off of her back as the walked down their hall hand in hand. This felt so perfect how. How could she have ever doubted him?

“I need to get the sheets first, though. Wait for me?” Pandora more stated than asked, kissing his cheek before she ran off into the basement. A knitted blanket, a top cover, and a fitted cover. The pillows were in the tree house already. Oh! Pillow covers, duh.

What the Hell was that? Pandora narrowed her eyes, staring at what looked like to be glowing… Orange eyes….

Was that a head?

And then, Pandora let out the loudest scream of her life.

Naim was getting some water to drink when he heard her scream. If ever there was a moment in his life where he moved so fast, it would have been back in Faery when he saved Ellyn from an assassin. He held a kitchen knife in his hands, ready to defend her. A heavy hand laid upon her shoulder as he pulled her back and out of the way. He saw the glowing eyes as well and moved to fish thehead out. He grabbed the thing by it’s short hairs and glared at it. The fuck?

“This is supposed to be shriveled up and stuck on a base for Halloween decorating…would you like to explain yourself?” It looked like a half eaten version of Ambrose, flashing eyes, a hole in his cheek and a rather grody looking stump of a neck.

You’re grammar is terrible. And yeah, I know that…but, I’m not getting between their issues anymore. Randi doesn’t want my help. but, I will be here if she needs me. I’m kinda upset at Panda for that, but I’m also aware that she’s been through a lot of you grey bastards the past few weeks and she’s frazzled. It wasn’t acceptable and I don’t condone it, but, I can’t do anything about it.

preciouspandora:

faenaim:

Naim bolted upright as he heard the explosion, protectively pulling Panda into his lap, back facing the blast. It took him a moment and he grumbled softly, nuzzling her neck. “You know…I think I preferred the sunlight….good try, though, babe.” chuckling, he kissed her neck and stood up. He had lesser Aeir powers than his father did. But, he made short work of the blasted glass and encouraged the boards to knit together somewhat. All he’d need was to call a window installer in the morning. Shuffling, he grabbed a large sheet and takced it up to keep the outside, well, out.

Turning, he  scrambled back into bed and pushed her shirt up, pressing kisses to her stomach, mumbling softly. “Your mom is a sweetheart, kiddos. She tries really hard. You’re going to have fun, I promise.”

Mother fucker! Pandora sulked as she really took in what she just did, trying to remember where she had put the vacuum cleaner before her, Naim, Luna or Kitty cut their feet on the glass that had fallen inside.

It was probably in the kitch- “AH!” Panda shrieked, falling back against the bed with a loud laugh. So damn cute. She was so happy that he was home and in a better mood than yesterday.

“You know, it sure is reassuring that we already have to convince our kids I’m not crazy.” She teased, lifting her arms up for him to come and lay in them. What the fuck was abov-

“I’M SPINNIN’ AROUND LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER!” The ceiling fan cackled at them, picking up speed so that it was nearly at mach turbo speed.

“Uhm. Baby?”

“You’re not crazy sweetheart. You’re adventurous.” He smirked and rested his cheek against her tummy gently, but that annoying voice——The FUCK was that?

He sat up and blinked, glancing at his wife. “Allergies again, right? Well, then…Let’s move this party elsewhere.” Nodding, he pulled her off the bed gently and  wrapped his arms around her from behind, ushering her into one of the guest bedrooms. “I’m beginning to think it’s safer in the tree house.”

that’s Randi. Just leave her alone, then. She obviously doesn’t want to talk about it….I wish she would. She did once before, that’s when I told her she’d be my little sister.

She showed up, drunk off her ass at Panda’s. I helped get her ready for bed and made sure she went to sleep safely. I mean, I’ve always had this over-protective big brother streak. You can ask my sister, Ellyn. She’ll tell you first off how aggravating I am. But, I only do it because I care. When I claim family, I don’t let go.

preciouspandora:

faenaim:

He groaned and rolled over, running a hand over his face. “Lady have mercy, that’s fucking bright, Panda…” Slowly, he sat up, then laid back down, head in her lap, nuzzling against her knee. “Make the sun go down faster, babe. Please.”

He wasn’t watching. Good. Pandora smiled, waving her hand over at the window to close the curtains… Or, blow the window out into a million little pieces of glass. That worked too. Pandora stared at the now open hole in their wall as she tried to decide what the proper reaction was.

Naim bolted upright as he heard the explosion, protectively pulling Panda into his lap, back facing the blast. It took him a moment and he grumbled softly, nuzzling her neck. “You know…I think I preferred the sunlight….good try, though, babe.” chuckling, he kissed her neck and stood up. He had lesser Aeir powers than his father did. But, he made short work of the blasted glass and encouraged the boards to knit together somewhat. All he’d need was to call a window installer in the morning. Shuffling, he grabbed a large sheet and takced it up to keep the outside, well, out.

Turning, he  scrambled back into bed and pushed her shirt up, pressing kisses to her stomach, mumbling softly. “Your mom is a sweetheart, kiddos. She tries really hard. You’re going to have fun, I promise.”