Ewwiekewwieikkie moved into the living room of the
Rodney estate on Esseles carrying the orange helmet
that belonged to El-Nay Darr. She was holding it
upside down, having filled it with ice cream and
various toppings. As she plopped down she turned on
the HoloNet and began to watch her favorite
animation about a baby rancor. "Yum yum yum," she
declared, as she stuck the spoon into the helmet and
began eating her sundae. She watched the same
HoloNet programs over and over to the consternation
of Drusilla, who hardly ever got to use the main
receiver. The poor Mandalorian had fallen asleep and
the Squib took advantage to use her helmet for the
largest sundae bowl in the house. She took a brief
break to burp, rubbing her belly, before diving back
in. "Sierra, you're missing it!" she cried, although
she had shown her this particular holovid roughly 37
Simply going baby shopping at only ignited Sierra
Rodney's need to get everything *ready*. Since she
had El-Nay around to amuse Ewwiekewwieikkie while
she got some much needed prep work done, she decided
to utilize the Mandalorian. Sierra was on her knees
in what was slowly becoming Bruce's nursery. She had
purchased the paint for his room weeks ago, yet
never seemed to have the time to commit to the
project without having to worry about her Squib
adoptive daughter making a mess. One of the walls
was nearly complete. She had decided to work until
Rainbow Rancor came on. Ewwiekewwieikkie would
remind her to take a break at that point.
It had been quiet downstairs ... a little *too*
quiet. When, at last, she heard Ewwiekewwieikkie
call for her, Sierra had to wonder what she was
about to see. The young woman rose, closing the door
as she made her way downstairs. "I'm coming, I'm
coming!" She called out, turning into the living
room. She first spotted El-Nay asleep on the ground,
then Ewwiekewwieikkie. Wait...what was that orange
thing she was eating out from?! El-Nay's helmet!
Sierra plopped down on the couch beside her. She
looked up towards the screen, deciding that she
would spend time cleaning out El-Nay's helmet later.
"Awww. It's the one with the baby tauntaun. So
cute!" Compared to the other shows Ewwiekewwieikkie
watched, this was the least annoying. "Did El-Nay
say it was okay to use her helmet like that,
Ewwiekewwieikkie?" Probably not.
When Sierra asked her if it was 'okay' to use
El-Nay's helmet the Squib momentarily paused,
staring at her as if she were speaking in a foreign
language. "I found it. Mine!" she said, before
wrapping her arms around the helmet and giving it a
hug. In Squib society they routinely traveled the
galaxy collecting discarded items and worshipping
them as treasures based solely on their visual
appeal rather than value. "Okay. I share," she said,
before chewing in frustration. She stuck the spoon
into the ice cream, pulling out a big spoon of ice
cream, and offering it towards Sierra. "Have some,"
she said, as she slid her tongue from her mouth and
licked the ice cream and toppings off her snout.
Eventually, Ewwiekewwieikkie would fall asleep. In
theory, that would be the best time to get the
helmet back. For now ... finders keepers? Sierra
looked down at the big spoonful of ice cream. "Aw,
thanks!" She took the spoon from her and accepted
the ice cream. She handed the spoon, ice cream-free
back to the Squib. "Mmm. Yummy!" She couldn't wait
to take Ewwiekewwieikkie to Auntie Maeland. It would
be like paradise for her. It was her hope that
Callista would be able to accompany them on that
trip. "After the show is over, do you want to come
with me into the city? I need to get a couple more
things for your baby brother's room. As long as you
don't tell your father, I'll take you to Auntie
Mae's too." Sierra winked.
Ewwiekewwieikkie started giggling hysterically,
flailing her arms and legs wildly as she watched the
baby rancor go down the waterfall. "Yay!" she cried,
before turning to look at Sierra. "We need a pet!"
she declared, before placing another spoonful of ice
cream in her mouth. "The city? Auntie Mae's?! Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. We go ... now!" she announced, before
placing the helmet down and scrambling up the
stairs. Moments later she appeared at the top of the
stairs with her traveling backpack, but she fell as
she run down the stairs, tumbling in a blue ball
that landed with a crash at the base of the stairs.
"Ouch!" she said, before brushing herself off,
leaving a pile of blue fur on the floor. She moved
back towards the helmet before remembering what
Sierra said. "Oh. Oh. I give back!" she announced,
before taking the helmet, still partially filled
with ice cream and moving towards the sleeping
El-Nay. Without thinking she placed the helmet, and
its contents, back on El-Nay's head. "There!" she
said proudly, before moving towards Sierra and
reporting for travel duty.
"A pet, huh..?" A pet wouldn't be so bad. Maybe they
could get something that consumed hair, for as
seasons changed, it seemed there was an increase in
blue fur balls around the estate. Sierra made her
way upstairs to change her top, for the one she wore
was stained with paint. She gathered up her things
quickly and managed to beat Ewwiekewwieikkie back
downstairs. She was there to witness every painful
part of the girl falling down the stairs. She
cringed, waiting for her to cry. Instead,
Ewwiekewwieikkie got over it. Sierra watched the
Squib fix El-Nay's helmet on her head. As she
stared, she could see ice cream running out of the
helmet and onto her neck and armor. Deciding it was
'not her problem', Sierra took Ewwiekewwieikkie's
hand. "Okay, let's get going." She decided not to
take El-Nay today. Instead, she let Stormtroopers
accompany them to the city. Sierra sat in the
speeder behind the wheel. "Hey, Ewwiekewwieikkie ...
do you want to go to the pet store?" Sierra drove
smoothly into the city. She wondered if she should
pick up some sexy lingerie while she was at it,
because she'd need to butter her husband up after
bringing home another mouth to feed.
Once in the speeder Ewwiekewwieikkie pulled her
datapad out of her travel bag and began playing the
baby rancor holovid again, from right where they
left off thanks to the wonders of modern technology.
"Here comes the best part," she said, and then
raised the pad up in front of Sierra's face while
she was driving. She thought she was being generous
by letting her stepmother see the best part, unaware
of the driving hazard she was causing. "Pet store?!
Pet Store?! Yes! Pet store! Pet store!" she said,
before bouncing up and down in her seat. She had
decided she wanted a pet *very* badly, but she did
not know the first thing about taking care of it.
Sierra didn't need to see the datapad's screen. The
music from the video alone was enough to make the
visuals play in her head. The speeder swerved when
Ewwiekewwieikkie suddenly brought the pad up in her
face. "Oh!" She steadied the speeder. "Thank you for
sharing, my dear. When I'm done driving, I'll watch
it with you again." The reaction that the Squib had
to going to the pet store made her smile. "Okay,
we'll go to the pet store first." It was going to be
hard to teach Ewwiekewwieikkie how to care for a
pet. Most of the responsibility would end up resting
on Sierra, and, by extension, El-Nay. Sierra found
herself humming the music to Ewwiekewwieikkie's show
as she manuvered through the city to the first live
pet store that she could think of. The building was
large and spacious. She had seen several HoloNet
commercials for this place before. New Calamar's
largest selection of pets, they claimed. As she
parked the speeder, Sierra got out of it. She
rapidly moved to collect Ewwiekewwieikkie, grabbing
her hand. "Alright, you've got to stay with me in
here. I want to look at all the pets with you."
The shop truly was huge. There were all kinds of
sections within it. There were aquatic animals, sand
dwellers, popular house pets, exotic creatures, and
more. Sierra gripped the Squib's hand a little
tighter. She was expecting to get dragged through
Ewwiekewwieikkie stayed with Sierra alright, for
about half a minute. Her eyes lit up the moment she
entered the pet shop, growing incredibly wide as she
looked at all of the creatures in front of the
store. But then her nose began twitching as she
inhaled all of the various scents that were wafting
through the shop. "Pet? Food? Pet? Food? Pet food?!"
she asked Sierra excitedly, almost tapping her foot
as she hungrily licked her lips. At this moment she
was not sure whether she wanted to adopt one of the
creatures or eat it. She began dragging Sierra up
and down the aisles so quickly that there was hardly
a moment to examine anything in great detail. "How
many can have?" she asked Sierra, as she brought her
free hand up to her chin to prepare for the grand
bargain. She wanted them *all*. She had become
Oh no. Sierra recalled the poo incident from the
other day. Did Ewwiekewwieikkie understand that this
wasn't a buffet? "No, no. Food *later*. We'll get
ice cream after we're done." Sierra reminded her.
Soon, Sierra was being dragged by the girl like a
doll. Anyone who saw them would be reminded of
someone trying to walk a rancor. Sierra stood no
chance. The animals went by in a blur. She couldn't
tell one from the other...expect the lizard she saw
with roughly size-dozen eyes on its head. "Just
*one*. I'm going to have trouble convincing your
father of that much..." She mumbled nervously.
Sierra took the lead, if only to be able to control
how fast they were going. "Woah. Look at that one,
Ewwiekewwieikkie." She said, pointing to a large
tank with a salamander-like creature. It was roughly
as long as Sierra's arm. "Slimy!"
"One? One? One?" Ewwiekewwieikkie said, as she began
stroking her chin and tapping her foot. "You tough
bargain, lady," she declared, as she began to
frantically look around to ensure she had made the
right decision. "Eww! Sticky! Sticky!" she declared,
before scanning her eyes skyward at a sign that read
Livestock. "This way!" she said, as she dragged
Sierra through a set of double doors that led to an
external area behind the shop that looked something
like a barn. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she said, as she spotted
a herd of banthas in a corral. Despite the large
sign that read Do Not Enter she was quickly over the
railing and into the enclosure with the family of
banthas. She spotted a baby bantha, which was
already bigger than her, and moved her arms around
one of its legs in a tight hug. "This one! This one!
This one!" she squealed, as she closed her eyes and
hung on for dear life.
The girl moved *so* fast. Laughing, Sierra happily
allowed Ewwie to drag her around the store all the
way to the Livestock section. She imagined
Ewwiekewwieikkie bonding over a cow or something
completely random...but hopefully not a baby rancor.
There was nothing that Sierra could do to stop
Ewwiekewwieikkie from climbing into the enclosure. "Waitno...!!"
She grabbed her ankle but she moved through Sierra's
fingers. From the sidelines, she watched the Squib
join the herd of banthas. "Crap... Ewwiekewwieikkie,
come back!" Sierra had never been an avid climber.
She was short and didn't adore heights, therefore,
the ground was her happy place. She put a boot up on
the first rung of boarded fence that closed off the
bantha's enclosure. It creaked.
Sierra decided it best not to climb the fence. "Um,
er... Um..." She reached into her purse and pulled
out a bag of Wookie Cookies. All she did was hold it
out and begin to open it. She knew her adoptive
daughter would hear the sound and that would be
that. There was *no* way she could take a bantha
home. It would be gigantic by the end of the year.
If Sierra had a difficult time keeping
Ewwiekewwieikkie away from human poo, then how on
earth would she keep the girl away from bantha poo?
She noticed a smaller barn and another enclose
spaced where banthas of significantly smaller size
were corralled. "Look at those ones." Sierra said,
pointing towards them in hopes that the girl would
Unfortunately the only creature that liked Wookiee
cookies more than Ewwiekewwieikkie was the young
bantha she was embracing. The bantha let out a
grumble and lurched its head forward, eating the
cookies in Sierra's hand in one bite. Its large
mouth began chewing the cookies, allowing the crumbs
to fall forward, before its giant tongue moved
across its mouth. "No! My cookies! No!" she
screamed, before collapsing to the ground in the
dirty hay in a huff. "No! No! Mine! No!" she said,
before crying, but unexpecting the bantha allowed
its tongue to slide from its mouth and lick
Ewwiekewwieikkie across the face, causing her to
start giggling. "Yay! We take this one! Go get a
good bargain! Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Four spoons. Two
forks," she suggested, before moving to hug the
ragged hair of the young bantha again. "You're mine
now!" she told it, before burying her face in its
Sierra quickly realized that she wasn't leaving the
pet store without the bantha. She witnessed how
happy Ewwiekewwieikkie was. In all seriousness, the
bantha reminded her of the Squib as it ate the
cookies directly from her hand, slobbering it in the
process. She bit her lower lip, debating how all of
this was going to work out when Claudius returned
home. Sierra knew she was a sucker for the girls.
"Okay, alright. We'll take him home. You'll have to
think of a name for him, Ewwiekewwieikkie. I'm going
to talk to the shop owner. Four spoons, two forks."
She grinned, quickly heading off to gather what
beginner necessities they'd need for the bantha, as
well as pay. Fifteen minutes later, Sierra
approached the enclosure with the shopkeeper who
unlocked the gate. "Come on, Ewwiekewwiekkie. It's a
done deal. We're taking this bantha home." The owner
had swore, up and down, that this was a miniature
bantha. It wasn't going to get very big. Sierra
liked it because she thought it'd make for a good
companion for Ewwiekewwieikkie, and perhaps a guard
animal as well. She mentally noted these points for
the presentation she'd have to sell her love on the
idea of having *another* furry creature in the
house. "Did you decide on a name?"
"Good! Good!" Ewwiekewwieikkie said to Sierra when
she declared that she had completed the deal for the
bantha. She then turned her attention entirely
towards her new pet and grabbed hold of its back and
started to pull herself up. Her little legs hung in
the air, flailing wildly as she scurred onto the
young bantha's back. She placed her legs on either
side of the creature as she stradled it, and used
her hands to grip its fur to hold on for dear life.
"Go! Go! Go!" she said to the creature, instructing
it to move and carry her towards Auntie Mae's, but
it did not move an inch. "Ut oh. Is broken?" she
asked, before leaning over the side of the bantha to
look beneath it. And when she was hanging that was
when the bantha began moving, nearly dropping her to
the ground. "Oh. No. Go slow!" she cried, as it
broke free of the enclosure and started moving down
the street with the Squib hanging helplessly off the
side. But then something even worse it happened ...
it went right past Auntie Mae's. "No! Stop! No!
Stop! No! Stop!" she squealed, as she reached out
with both hands towards the ice cream parlor, but
unfortunately she was not gifted with the force.
"Sierra!" she squealed, as the ice cream parlor grew
further and further away.
Sierra anxiously watched Ewwiekewwieikkie climb
aboard the bantha. She could understand the
temptation, but things went from bad to worse
rapidly once the Squib was on top of it. All of a
sudden, the bantha began to move. Sierra sprinted
forward with her arms out before her in attempt to
catch Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Ewwie! Hold on!" She cried
out, but now they were both moving forward into the
city. There was no time to think. She needed to
catch the bantha. Sierra ran after them. "Stop!" She
cried out, reaching into a baggy holding bantha
supplies. She gathered up a collar and a leash,
quickly snapping them together. They all passed by
the multi-colored front of Auntie's Mae, but it
seemed that Ewwiekewwieikkie was the only one heart
broken by that. "I'm coming!" She ran quicker after
them. She suddenly regretted letting her workout
regimen go on the wayside as she moved further into
her pregnancy. Huffing and puffing, Sierra managed
to cut off the bantha. "Stop!" She jumped up,
sliding the collar over the bantha's head. Sadly,
this wasn't enough to stop it. The creature moved
forward, now dragging Sierra along too. At least
they were headed back in the way of home... Sigh!
Ewwiekewwieikkie's eyes went wide as she hung upside
down on the side of the bantha as she caught sight
of the latest Auntie Mae's display. "Sorbet? Stop!
Sorbet? Stop! Sorbet? Stop!" she repeated in a
panic, as she was in danger of missing out on Sia's
Supreme Sorbet, which would only be available for a
little time. She *needed* it. To her surprise the
bantha finally stopped, apparently taking to the
word 'Sorbet'. "Yay! Sorbet!" she cheered, as she
attempted to free herself from the bantha, but
ultimately fell to the street below in a loud crash.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she said, as she clutched her knee and
began to rock back and forth. But then she
remembered the sorbet and the tears stopped and her
face excitedly lit up. "Sorbet!" she said to Sierra
and the bantha, before leaving them both behind to
move towards Auntie Mae's. The bantha, now
acknowledging Sorbet as its name, began to follow
after Ewwiekewwieikkie ... even going as far as to
enter Auntie Mae's. All of the children began to
squeal with delight while the adults groaned.
"Sorbet!" she screamed, as she moved right towards
the sneeze guard where she could look at all of the
The bantha was *so* strong. It could have led them
throughout the city all day and night, if not for
responding to the quick name Ewwiekewwieikkie graned
the animal. 'Sorbet'. It was cute, and fitting for
the girl's absolute love for all sweets. When it
finally stopped, Sierra was finally able to breath
again. "Oh thank goodness..." The bantha even
behaved, though she probably shouldn't have allowed
it into the ice cream store where it became a hazard
for people and edibles a like. Sierra stood beside
her Squib adoptive step-daughter, looking down on
her. A smile slipped over her lips and a warmness
came over her heart. She looked over the ice cream
flavors, in complete disbelief of how her life had
changed over the last year. Some of her lowest lows
had been marked by her highest highs. She loved
having a family she belonged to. "What flavor would
you like?" She asked, ordering a pudding pop for
"Um. Um. Um. One of each. No. Wait. Two. Two of
each," Ewwieikkie informed her, before holding up
three fingers on her right paw. "We need helmet to
put it in," she said, with a pout, as she
immediately regretted giving the helmet back. It
made for the best ice cream bowl ever. "Can Callista
see the bantha?" she asked, while she waited
impatiently for her sorbet. As other children
gathered to see the bantha Ewwiekewwikkie got
suddenly defensive, attempting to come between them
and her new pet. "No. Is mine!" she said, as she
came from a culture where unattended property could
easily be taken and possession was more than
nine-tenths of the law. The bantha began to make a
noise, pressing its nostrils against the thin sheet
of glass that separated them from the desserts. Its
nostrils flared, causing the glass to fog up. They
really should not have a bantha in there!
She laughed. "I'm sure El-Nay will let you borrow
the helmet again. For now, I'm sure they have a
nice, big bowl." Sierra turned to order. The sooner
they had their ice cream, the sooner they could go
sit in one of the tables outside. Her head turned
back to Ewwiekewwieikkie. "That's a good idea. I'll
invite her over so she can come meet Sorbet."
Callista's presence was always enjoyable. Sierra
stepped in when she became defensive over the bantha,
running a hand on her back. "Ewwie, it's okay. No
one is going to take your bantha. They just want to
pet it. Sorbet is *yours*." She had begun doing
research on Squib culture to understand
Ewwiekewwieikkie better. It was actually very
interesting, especially the city made of trash. The
woman behind the counter gave her a look as soon as
their food was prepared, as if silently telling her
to get out. Sierra paid, grabbed their ice cream,
and began leading everyone outside. "Ewwiekewwieikkie!
Sorbet! It's a nice day. Let's eat out there." She
pointed to a table where she soon came to sit and
decompress. Her feet were *killing* her.
"Big feet! Big feet! Big feet!" Ewwiekewwieikkie
declared as she looked down at Sierra's swollen
feet, but only for a moment as the attention focused
on her ice cream. "No let them take," she pleaded
with Sierra, but before she knew it she felt the
bantha siding up to her. However, the beast was not
being affectionate, but rather attempting to muscle
in and get some of the ice cream. "Oh no!" she
cried, as she held up the bowl of sorbet so that
Sorbet the banth could not get it. The bantha began
tonguing her, causing her to giggle, and lower the
bowl so that it could get into the dessert. "Oh no!"
she squealed, as she began eating the sorbet as
quickly as she could before the bantha got anymore.
"Oh no!" she declared, a third time, as she got an
ice cream headache.
Sierra blushed. She couldn't really help that her
feet were swollen today. She had been on her feet a
lot, and apparently her body didn't agree with that
anymore. "I promise, no one will take him." She
tried to reassure Ewwiekewwieikkie. The young woman
began eating her pudding pop, watching girl and
bantha wrestle for ice cream. Sierra shook her head
and laughed. "Touch your tongue to the top of your
mouth. It makes the head hurt go away." It seemed
like a dumb wives tale, but try it next time you get
a brain freeze. It works! While Sierra was paying
attention to Ewwiekewwieikkie, Sorbet took advantage
of the situation and ate up her pudding pop in one
big gulp. "Hey..! *Ohstop*!" The bantha licked at
her face, making her giggle and covered her face.
She needed a shower. *Bad*.
Shopping at the baby store with a bantha in tow was
not the wisest of ideas, so the convoy had made
their way back to the Rodney estate after
requisitioning a special transport that could handle
the bantha. Any hopes of keeping the creature in the
yard were quickly dashed when Ewwiekewwieikkie led
the bantha triumphantly into the house. While Sierra
was preparing to shower, Ewwiekewwieikkie was set to
give a tour of the house to her new pet. "This the
refresher. You need to go. You go here," she told
Sorbet the bantha, who had no idea what she was
talking about. "This is the kitchen. My food here.
Not your food. My food. Your food is..." she
continued, as she led the bantha into the kitchen.
"Uh," she murmured, as she opened the fridge finding
a few boxes marked Sierra with healthy food designed
to help with the pregnancy. "Oh I found your food,"
she said, heroically, before moving towards the
living room to watch the holovid about the baby
rancor again. She got behind the bantha and pushed
with all her might until she forced it up on the
couch to sit with her while she watched. "Ooh. The
best part," she told Sorbet, as she snuggled with
The trip into the city had not been an easy one, but
it had been very joyous. Despite difficulties in the
baby store, Sierra was able to get the baby proofing
items that she wanted for Bruce's room and would be
able to continue working on it tomorrow when her
feet felt better. She had entered the bathroom
intending to shower, but was quickly seduced by the
bath tub. Mentally, she calculated how much
potential trouble Ewwiekewwieikkie and her bantha
could get in while she was in the bath. "Ten
minutes." She told herself, starting the warm water.
While the bath filled, she worried more and more
about Ewwiekewwieikkie and her new pet. Before it
had filled, she tiptoed out of her room and down a
flight of stairs. She peeked into the living room,
spotting the Squib and her bantha on the couch
watching that same holovid of the baby rancor.
Sierra smiled brightly, her heart melting in her
chest. She snuck back upstairs to have a moment of
relaxation in the tub before playing mother again.
She undressed and sunk into the tub. Her feet were
propped up on the edge of the tub underneath an ice
pack. She quietly cursed herself for having spent
too much time on her feet. Sierra bent her head back
and closed her eyes. For a brief moment, there was
peace in the Rodney estate.
Drusilla Rodney had opened her door, briefly filling
the Rodney estate with the pulsating sound of jizz
music. She made her way down the stairs towards the
kitchen where she was going to fix herself a few
vegetables for dinner. On the way down she thought
nothing of Ewwiekewwieikkie watching the obnoxious
animation, which had been made for someone 20 years
younger than her, but as she began walking back up
to her room she saw and smelled the bantha. "What
the..." she said, as she looked upon it speechless.
She marched up the stairs like a Stormtrooper and,
without knocking, opened the door to Sierra's
bathroom. "There are two creatures on our couch. One
I tolerate. Two I do not. Either the Squib or the
bantha *must* go," she informed her stepmother,
before taking an obnoxious bite of a vegetable. Full
The brief sounds of jizz music only lifted Sierra
from her relaxation for a second. She thought
nothing of it. Leaving the door unlocked was likely
a bad decision on her part. Sierra wanted the girls
to be able to reach her in case of emergency. Still,
Sierra was caught totally defenseless when Drusilla
burst in. "Drusilla!" She cried, crossing her arms
over her chest. The bubbles in the water helped to
hid the rest of her body. She felt massively
uncomfortable. The silver lining was that Claudius
was not in the bath with her, for she would never
stop feeling embarrassed about the time Jelena
walked in on them. "Drusilla, neither of them are
going. Your sister needs a pet. She has no one to
play with now that Callista is back with her family.
Would you prefer she bother you to play with her?
The bantha is staying." Oye, motherhood. Please one
child, piss off another.
"My *sister* is a pet!" Drusilla immediately shot
back, before taking a rare second bite of her
vegetable medley. "No. I don't wish her to bother
me, but at her age it's unseemly for her to live at
home. Get her an apartment. Find her a husband. Just
do *something*," she implored, before throwing her
hands up in the air, and turning on her heels to
return to the confines of her jizz-filled room. She
was having just about enough of her living situation
on Esseles and welcomed the day when she would
become old enough to leave herself. When she
eventually had her own house, which would of course
be much better than this, she would never allow an
It was probably for the best that Drusilla walked
out when she did. It gave Sierra the chance to not
say something stupid. She watched the girl leave,
her bathroom door wide open now. She thought on
Drusilla's words...was it time to marry off the
girls? Her and Claudius had talked about it. If they
started looking for a suitor for Drusilla now,
they'd be lucky to find one in the next twenty
years. Sierra sunk back down into the warm bath
water and closed her eyes. Was it time to empty the
nest while preparing to refill it again? All she
could see behind her eyelids was Ewwiekewwieikkie
watching that holovid with the bantha. It was
*adorable*. With the Squib, it was so easy to forget
her age. Her child-like mentality made her so
youthful. Ultimately, Sierra didn't know what to do.
Jelena, Dru, and Ewwiekewwieikkie were all so
different. It was hard to make them all happy.
The door to the estate opened revealing a weary
Claudius Rodney. He did not have to look at the
screen to know what was playing on the HoloNet.
"Hello, Ewwiekewwieikkie," he said, as he looked
over towards her briefly. "Hello, batha," he said,
as he spotted it out of the corner of his eye, but
continued walking into the estate. "...bantha?" he
asked himself, after getting a few feet away. There
was a bantha in his estate, and on his sofa!
"Sierra!" he called out, hoping to get to the bottom
of this. Surely there had to be a reasonable
explanation for this, he thought, as he began
bounding up the stairs to look for his wife.
"Sierra?" he called, looking around for her, before
finally arriving in their en suite. He looked at her
before sitting down on the toilet, looking across to
her. There were no words.
Time had slipped her mind. Sierra didn't realize
that Claudius was arriving home and would see the
bantha the instant he walked in. The first time she
heard him call her, she stirred. The second time, he
was so close that there was no use in getting out of
the tub. Her mind was troubled again when he entered
the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Sierra's cheeks
flushed red. Any speech she had about why it was
good to have a bantha had gone away during the time
in the city. She smiled shyly. "Hi honey... I take
it you saw the bantha." She'd need to take him to an
optometrist if he hadn't. It was impossible to miss.
She began getting out of the tub. Her relaxation had
been derailed by Drusilla, and now she had a lot of
explaining to do to her husband. "Ewwiekewwieikkie's
never had a pet. Don't you think it's good for her
to have a companion? We might be able to teach her
about responsibilities too." Sierra grasped a towel
and slowly began drying herself off.
"Saw the bantha. Smelled the bantha," Claudius said,
repeating her words, and adding a few of his own.
"Of course I want Ewwiekewwieikkie to have a
companion, but I was hoping she would have one you
know ... like Callista," he said, as he continued to
sit on the toilet. "...but why on the sofa?" he
asked, as he lowered his head and brought his hands
up to the side of his head to massage his aching
head. "Do ... do what you think is best. Just ...
air freshener," he told her, as he rose from his
preferred eat and began toweling her off. It was one
of the perks of husbandry, but unfortunately the
topic of the day seemed to be animal husbandry.
A terrible image of having to wash the bantha
flashed by Sierra's eyes. She'd need to put on a
bathing suit because she was going to get completely
soaked anyway. It was going to need bathed
frequently in order to not stink up the house.
Sierra's eyes sunk for a moment. Perhaps she had
been bothered by what Drusilla said. Teenagers excel
at getting under people's skin. "I... I don't know
what's best." Sierra said, laughing while shaking
her head. "Drusilla made a point to come in here and
tell me her opinion." She surrendered the towel to
her husband. He did a better job of drying her than
she did. "I really don't know what I'm doing,
Claudius. I'm not even a real mother. I'm their
*stepmother*, and I'm stumbling through every step."
"I can't imagine what pearls of wisdom Drusilla
deemed to bestow upon you, my love," Claudius said
as he continued toweling her, drying some areas much
more effectively than others. "Don't worry. No
mother knows what they're doing when they start.
It's all about on the job training," he explained to
her, as he knelt down in front of her to make sure
he dried *everywhere*. "The trick is to make them
think you know what you're doing, because they don't
have any idea either," he said, as he smirked up at
her. "Remember. You're the adult. You're the one in
the charge. Don't let the inmates run the asylum,"
he said, before rising back up over her dried body
to face her directly. He leaned forward, placing a
kiss upon her lips to boost her morale. It seemed
she had a very long day.
Her eyes followed him down her body. She wasn't
going to share Drusilla's solution to the 'problem'.
It seemed like the combination of a long day, never
excelling at motherhood, and the fact that every day
brought her closer to Bruce had caught up with her.
Sierra's self esteem was a new thing. It was still
growing. "I suppose you're right. I tend to hold
myself to high expectations. I feel like I can never
reach those with the girls. No matter what I do,
Drusilla will never come to respect me.
Ewwiekewwieikkie is.. Well, Ewwiekewwieikkie." And
Jelena was her best friend...well, *second* best
friend. She let out a sigh then kissed him. She had
missed him today and wanted nothing more than to
spend the night close. As the kiss ended, she turned
away from him and slipped into her robe. She tied in
closed and took his hand. "I want to show you what
I've been working on today." Sierra wasn't a fan of
showing him her insecurities. With the girls, there
were days when she felt like a hamster running on a
wheel. She brought Claudius to their son's future
bedroom and pushed open the door. Only a single wall
was completely painted with scene he might see from
the viewport in his office. On another wall, Sierra
had begun to draw the planets of the Ringali Shell.
"Fear not, my love. Drusilla is actually behaving
much better than before you got here, and
Ewwiekewwieikkie is as happy as I can ever
remember," Claudius told her, as he was led by her
from the refresher and down the corridor to the room
that had been earmarked for their son. He was not
aware she had done anything to it yet, so when she
opened the door and showed him the changes it was a
revelation. "Oh my," he said, as he reached out and
took her hand, clutching it. "When did you find the
time to do this?" he asked, as he turned his head,
smiling at her affectionately. What she had managed
to complete so far was wonderful. "Hopefully he can
grow up into a peaceful galaxy where he can explore
the stars of the Unknown Regions without fear of
war," he said to her, as he looked at the starmap
she had already begun placing on the wall. It was
everything he hoped.
"Really?" That was news to her. It made her feel
better. The only parenting Sierra had really
witnessed in her life was Rikka. Her methods were
inhumane and terrible. The nursery had begun coming
together as Sierra had imagined it. She had very
specific plans, and thus worked until it was all
perfect. She stood beside her husband, holding onto
his hand tightly. "I made El-Nay watch
Ewwiekewwieikkie while I worked." Sierra explained,
leaving out the fact that Ewwiekewwieikkie had eaten
ice cream out of the Mandalorian's helmet. Sierra
recovered from her hormonal moment. She smiled. She
was happy that he liked it so much. "I hope so as
well, my love. Until that time, we'll teach him
everything we know about the stars and planets." She
glanced at the starmap. By the time Bruce was born,
he'd have visited every planet of the Ringali Shell
from within his mother's womb.
"Good. Finally a use for that nitwit," Claudius
joked, as he moved towards the wall for a closer
examination of the work. "Anything I can do to
help?" he asked, feeling a bit left out of the
preparations for his son's arrival with how busy he
had been with work. "I hope it doesn't bore him.
Maybe he won't want to follow me to the stars. Maybe
he'll want to be an artist like you," he said, as
his head slowly turned from the map to her face. The
truth was each of his children had taken after him
in some way, but not in the ways he had hoped, or
She snickered. Sierra felt bad about the ice cream
incident. El-Nay's hair would be an absolute mess.
Slowly, she stepped back and lowered herself into a
foldout chair that she'd brought into the room to
entice herself to relax occasionally. Her eyes
followed her husband. "Do you want to help me paint
the other walls? There's still much to do." Sierra
was nesting badly. Despite having a shedding Squib,
the house was extremely clean because *she* needed a
way to work out all these nesting urges. "Maybe
he'll want both. I wonder who he'll take after more.
What will he look like? Will he have dark hair like
yours, or be a blonde like me?" She sat back. "I
feel like I'm still far behind with all of this.
Rikka had me when she was 29 weeks pregnant.
Granted, she also drank and smoked a lot, which
probably attributed to that happening. If that
happened to me, we'd only be eight weeks away from
Bruce being here."
"Yes. I want to help you," Claudius said, as he
slowly turned to smile at her. He had not done
enough with his daughters and he wanted to make sure
to do right by his future children with Sierra.
"We'll know soon enough. I'm sure he'll have all of
our best qualities," he said, as he turned closer
towards her until he was directly against her. "Well
don't start drinking or smoking," he instructed her,
as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. As he
held her close he looked around the room that would
one day house their son and first child together.
Their future was drawing increasingly near.
She looked forward to working on the room with her
love. Her heart warmed. Her anxieties started to
move towards the back of her head. Sierra's arms
wrapped around his waist. "As long as he doesn't
have my ass." She couldn't help joking. She peeked
up at him with a glimmer in her eyes. Claudius was
such a wonderful man. She hoped Bruce would take
after his father. She laughed, nuzzling her head
into his shoulder. "Stop ruining my weekend plans.."
She looked over his shoulder. It was easy to imagine
the room completed. It was even easier to imagine
holding her son close to her. A wave of happiness
overcame her. A year ago she was so sad and so
alone...now this? Sierra lifted her head to press
her lips against his. Now her life wouldn't be
complete without Claudius.