Vrrrom!! Open wide, Ewwie!" Callista giggled. A
spoonful of chocolate custard flew through the sky,
navigated by the little girl's hand. In the
medcenter's cafeteria, one of the tables had been
converted into a makeshift fort. It looked like
Ewwie and Callista had take table cloths from
several tables in order to make it work out. The two
girls sat below the table. They were camped out
around roughly a hundred dishes of sweets. Some were
half-eaten while others were untouched. Callista's
mouth was stained with chocolate and blue with
Ewwie's fur from kissing (or licking) her best
friend on the cheek. Her once tight, brown curls
were now loose and messy. The state of her dress was
a level five disaster. No stain treatment was going
to fix it.
Callista squeaked suddenly. The little girl dropped
her spoon, staining the front of her dress for the
millionth time. She poked her head out from beneath
the table cloth. "I gotta go potty!!!! I gotta go so
bad!" The little girl quickly withdrew from
underneath the table. She stood before her number
two best friend. She began doing a potty dance. "I
gotta go! I gotta go *now*, Dwusilla!!!"
Ewwiekewwieikkie was oblivious to the fact that her
adopted father's grandfather was nearing the end.
She was simply glad to be around her sisters ...
*eating*. "That's good!" she said excitedly,
receiving the chocolate custard from her 'cousin'.
She was so happy that she barely noticed that her
sister was having an awful time. "Aww. You mad, sis?
Who you so mad?" she asked, as she stood up on her
chair and began jumping up and down. "Cheer up!
Cheer up!" she demanded, as if she could somehow
dance her way into making her sister happy. She
looked down from her chair beneath the table
noticing she was needing to use the refresher. "Oh
no! She's gonna blow!" she said, jumping down from
her chair and taking Callista by the hand. She began
roughly dragging her towards the refresher, but she
did not know where she was going, and seemed to be
going the wrong way. "Where pee? Where pee? Where
pee?" she shouted, all the while dragging the little
Callista around like a ragdoll.
Drusilla, having been stripped of her precious yacht
after only one voyage, was in a terribly bad mood.
She was sitting there, in silence, with her arms in
front of her chest. She was not speaking, nor
eating, and was instead waiting for her chance to
see her grandfather. She would take her argument
directly to him. The weak old man would surely buy
his favorite grandchild a yacht. Wouldn't he? When
Callista needed to use the bathroom she was content
to let Ewwiekewwieikkie handle it, but when she saw
the poor girl being led everywhere *but* the
refresher even her heart empathized with the girl
and she moved to intercede. "It's this way," she
said, raising her nose at the imbecile, before
walking gracefully down the corridor towards the
refresher, leading a parade of children behind her
like a piper. "There it is!" she said, stomping her
foot in annoyance, as she pointed towards the
bathroom. Down the corridor she saw her uncle Marcus
and aunt Zara ... maybe one of them would buy her a
yacht. "Uncle, auntie," she called out, putting on
her best 'I want a present' smile.
no idea why Drusilla was in such a weird mood. After
the fourth pudding cup she had placed before her,
she realized that even chocolate wasn't going to
make things better. "I'm gonna blooowwww!!!"
Callista warned. She was suddenly taken off down a
corridor by her best friend in the whole wide world.
"Weeeeee...!!!" As fun as it was to be tossed about
aimlessly, the little girl *really* needed to go
potty. Auntie Sierra had said to ask Drusilla for
any help she needed. "Ewwwieeee! I gotta peeee!" She
whimpered. All hope was lost until Drusilla saved
them. "There, there!" Callista pointed out once she
had first. "Hurrryyyy!!! I gotta go!!" She probably
should have warned her friends when she first
started needing to go. She was having soooo much
fun! The sleep overs with Ewwie were amazing. She
loved staying with her Auntie and Uncle. She still
missed her parents. The vague answers as to where
they were weren't reassuring. As Ewwie and Callista
disappeared into the bathroom, Zara made her own
waddling hand in hand with Marcus. The urge to go
home was so great that she thought about telling the
Rebels they couldn't successfully get Callista back
and to leave them be. Her goals had been
accomplished: Claudius and Marcus' relationship had
recovered. "Can we stop at Auntie Mae's before we go
home?" She asked, choosing to ignore her obligations
until she saw the Bastard's child being drug around
by Ewwiekewwieikkie like a doll. She spotted
Drusilla too. She was oblivious about the whole
yacht fiasco. With twins on the way, they were the
wrong tree to bark up. Zara made an audible sigh.
Okay. They had to follow through. Zara had given her
word. "Hi Drusilla. Where have you girls been hiding
out?" She smiled warmly as she moved to greet her
niece. "We just finished seeing your grandfather.
I'm sure he'll be ready to see you soon." Little did
she know, Sierra was currently making the man's
heart explode. Last she saw, her sister had been
getting frisked worse than at airport security.
acted the part of a caring aunt he began mentally
plotting the fastest course towards the Nerf Herder.
He could have simply grabbed her and carried her off
telling her it was a game, but there were others
watching and he wanted to maintain a relationship
with his family after this. "Hello, Drusilla. You
should see your grandfather," he instructed her with
a gentle nod of his head. "Are Callista and
Ewwiekewwieikkie here too?" he asked, trying not to
make it obvious that he had watched them go into the
refresher. He did not spend much time with his
youngest niece, but her reputation as a spoiled brat
preceded her. On a superficial level most in the
family viewed them as one in the same. "Maybe you
should check on them?" he asked to Zara, as he
nodded towards the refresher.
"I have to see
grandpapa," Drusilla replied, pursing her lips with
a pout. "I bought a yacht ... a simple one really
... but papa's new wife forced him to make me take
it back," she said, rolling her eyes dramatically,
as if her life had just ended. "I think grandpapa,
being near death, will buy me one since he cannot
take his credits with him," she said, with a half
smile, as she considered her best course to return
to yacht life. "Do you guys have one? All the best
people have one, you know," she said, before
inhaling softly through the nose and raising her
head. "Yes. Callista and Ewwiekewwieikkie are in
there. They were a mess *before* they went in. I
can't imagine what they'll look like when they get
out," she scoffed, before examining her manicure. It
was time for a new one she thought, before tossing
back her brown hair. She was in her own little world
where she was Empress of the galaxy.
encompassed everything that Zara hoped Sia would
never be. The girl was ridiculously spoiled. Marcus
was nice enough to give her an out as soon as her
niece clarified that the girls were, indeed, in the
bathroom. She smiled at Marcus, "No, we don't have
one.." It was her turn to abandon him. "Wish me
luck," she said, heading into the refresher. As she
opened the door, squeals and giggles could be heard.
Suddenly being in Marcus' shoes looked much better.
They had no need for a yacht. The chalet was the
perfect home. She would never want to leave it for
an extended period of time. "Ewwiekewwieikkie?
Callista?" She called out, heading past a little
resting area and into the actual bathroom.
Thankfully, neither girl were in stalls. Instead,
they were standing in front of the sinks having a
little water battle. They were both dirty and wet.
"Hi girls. You beat me to the pudding downstairs, I
giggled, batting water towards Ewwie's face. "Ohai
Auntie Zara!" She sounded star struck. The sight of
Zara alone was enough for her to turn off the water
and dart over to her. She wrapped her arms around
the pregnant woman as much as she could. "Auntie,
you're getting so *big*!" She rested her chin on
Zara's stomach. "Your tummy is huge!" Ah, the
honesty of children. Callista released her aunt.
"Will you play with us,
pwweeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeee!? Dwusilla has
been no fun today. She's acting weird! Like this!"
The little girl shoved her hair behind her
shoulders, crossed her arms over her chest, and
stamped her little foot.
"It's only going to get bigger too." She had not
told Callista that she was carrying children inside
of her. It seemed like something that would have
scary follow-up questions. Things that her parents
should answer. "Okay! Let's play hide and seek.
Ewwiekewwieikkie, you're it!" She said, tagging the
Squib. "Come and hide with me!" She grabbed
Callista's hand and darted out of the bathroom
quickly. The little girl giggled so hard that she
snorted while they moved down the hall. It was time
"Awwie Aww Aww!"
Ewwiekewwieikkie groaned when being declared it. She
shook violently, stomping her feet endlessly, before
heading into one of the stalls to count while the
others hid. She stuck her in face in the toilet bowl
and began to count. "One. Three. Seven," she said,
before wondering how long she was supposed to count
for. "Uh. Two. Nine. Five!" she said, calling out,
wondering if enough time had gone by yet. "One.
Wait. I said one," she said, thinking to herself,
before pulling her head out of the bowl and deciding
it was time to look. "I'm gonna find you!" she said,
but when she emerged from the stall everyone was
gone. She began to sniffle as tears began to well up
in her large yellow eyes. In a protest she sat down
on the floor and began to cry, obnoxiously loud.
Everyone had left her. She had forgotten about the
waiting outside of the stall when Zara and Callista
emerged. "Uh. Two went in. Only one came out?" she
asked of her aunt, before looking up to her uncle.
"Uncle I have a question," she began, as she walked
with the group unwittingly. "As second in line to
the throne how much of the treasury did you have
access to? Like half right?" she asked, as she began
to do calculus in her head. She was so fixated with
her own selfish interests that she did not realize
they were leaving the area of her grandfather's
medical suite and instead towards the rooftop
wondering how they were going to shake Drusilla
loose, but he was glad that Zara had been able to
use her celebrity status to get Callista without a
protest. "No. Not half, but enough," he said,
rolling his eyes at his niece's single mindedness.
"Do not worry, Dru. You will be well taken care of.
Provided you don't spend it all *now*," he informed
her, before leading the group up towards the landing
platform. He very well could not abduct his niece,
but he would need to think of *something* to rid
themselves of her. Fortunately she was very easy to
bribe. As they reached the exit to the roof he
stopped, and turned, arching his eyes and looking
towards Zara. They had almost done it. *Almost*.
As Zara exited
the bathroom, she could hear the distinct splash
from Ewwiekewwieikkie's head smashing into the
toliet water. When she began counting, Zara thought
they were home free. She didn't realize that
distress they had caused the poor Squib until they
were nearly gone. The sobs reverberated down the
halls. The pregnant woman opted to call it not her
problem. There was enough to worry about with
Callista racing with her hand in Zara's. One problem
persisted: Drusilla. She followed them around
insistently while inquiring about their finances.
She thought that Drusilla would leave once they
moved by the area where her father's suite
was...wrong! Zara's tired eyes flickered to Marcus.
What a mess she had placed them in!
reaching the landing bay, the party stopped. Zara
sighed, "We're going home now, Drusilla." There were
so many ways to bribe her...but which to use? The
most valuable possession Zara had on her body was
her wedding ring. That would have to be pried from
her cold, dead hands. So, she decided to go the
direct route. "We're taking Callista back to where
she belongs. Please, don't tell your father." Maybe
begging would work instead of bribing?
Drusilla's singular response to Zara's statement.
"Well..." she said, as she moved her tongue around
her mouth, causing her cheeks to noticably bulge.
"Well since papa and Sierra made me give up my yacht
I won't say anything," she said, as she considered
her options carefully. Perhaps there was more to be
gained than simply spiting her father and
mother-in-law. "But you owe me!" she said, looking
more to her uncle than Zara. She decided that a debt
was more valuable to her than any trinket at the
moment, and she covered her eyes playfully as the
trio made their escape. Beneath her hands a grin
took hold of her lips as she was pleased her father
would suffer a defeat.
to Zara, slightly worried when she did not offer to
buy his niece's silence. But when he realized the
yacht incident, as it had come to be known, placed
Drusilla in their camp there was some relief in him.
He realized that he owed her, which perhaps might
cost him more than a yacht one day, as she now
possessed enough information to destroy the family
*again*. "Alright, Dru," he said, cautiously, as he
led Zara and the oblivious Callista out onto the
roof where the Nerf Herder was waiting. "We're going
for a ride!" he said, as he bent down to Callista's
level with a big, broad smile on his face. He then
helped the *very* pregnant Zara onto the ship along
with Callista before moving towards the cockpit. He
was glad to be returning the innocent child back to
the bastard and his fiance, but he hoped it would
not come back to bite him in the ass. His hands
moved over the controls of the ship blasting them
off the roof and sending them back towards the
chalet where Mug and Iyah would be waiting.
Zara that she should have put a price tag on
Drusilla's silence. Owing her would hang over their
head until the pay back day came. She left the
medcenter feeling uneasy. Were they really going to
get away from this? If Claudius discovered the
truth, then owing Drusilla would seem like nothing.
She hated the thought of ripping the family into
pieces again. She wanted things to be *good*. And
so, with a happy Callista in hand, they all left.
Zara helped strap the little, wiggly girl into a
seat. She didn't mention that the girl would soon be
reunited with her parents. Instead, she sat down and
took a breather. She prayed that Drusilla kept her
She wished she
could say the flight as a quiet one. Callista
ensured it wasn't. All the way back to the chalet,
she asked Zara endless questions which the pregnant
woman answered. Callista was such a sweet girl. By
the end of it, Zara felt like she had talked more in
twenty minutes than she had all year. The sight of
the chalet was relieving. This was almost done. When
it was, Zara would not allow anyone to play her
hormones again. She was going to be mean. No
visitors. No helping people. *Nothing*! She imagined
sharing a hot chocolate with Marcus when they
returned to their solo life. "Looks like they didn't
leave," Zara said, noting Iyah's ship. Can you send
a message to them and let them know they can come
and get her?" Zara wrestled herself out of her seat.
Callista was second. "This is funnnn!!!" She
squeaked. "Thank you for playing with me, Auntie!"
received the message that they had returned with
Callista he was quick to move towards Iyah, grabbing
her, and lifting her up in the air in triumph.
"She's back!" he said to her, moving his face
towards her quickly to kiss her endlessly. When the
moment came over him he moved quickly towards the
door, without getting his jacket, as he burst
recklessly towards where the ship would be landing.
He looked up at the bright lips of the ship, his
heart beating rapidly, and an excited look plastered
upon his face as he excitedly looked towards the
arriving ship. Once he got her back he would never
let her out of his sight again. He would give a new
meaning to the word overprotective. Because of his
failure to protect her on Esseles every boy that
attempted to date her later in life would pay a
back there?" Marcus asked, as he heard all of the
playing going on. The sound of Zara playing with
children brought a smile to his face. He dreamed of
the day when Darrus and Sia would be with them,
playing aboard the ship, and causing them all to
laugh and smile. "Looks like your daddy is excited
to see you," he said, as he noticed the bastard out
at the landing sight without even a coat on to keep
warm. He lowered the ship quickly, touching down in
a hurry to reunite the family as quickly as
possible. As he rose from his seat he turned to
Zara, unaware that he was crying. "We did a *good*
thing," he said to her, as his teary eyed looked
down to the precious little girl.
Iyah Xergo had
just received the best news of her life. Mug said
all he needed to say: she's back. With that, her
heart jumped as she was lifted off of the ground. "Callista!"
She was already crying. Absence really did make the
heart grown fonder. Her heart hurt for her daughter.
She had no idea how she could ever properly thank
Zara and Marcus Rodney for doing this for them. Like
Mug, her brain had checked out. Emotionally powered,
Iyah ran out into the cold with him. She aimlessly
stared at the ship while awaiting its landing.
Happiness warmed every portion of her soul. Her baby
girl was just minutes away from being in her arms.
She couldn't wait...and she didn't have to wait. No
sooner had they arrived did the hatch to the Nerf
Herder open. Callista came running out quickly. She
was so messy. She was so beautiful. Iyah loved her
so much. She didn't wait for Callista to reach her
and Mug. Instead, the dark haired woman took off.
Halfway up the
ramp, Iyah met with her daughter. Together, both her
and Mug embraced the tiny little girl. "Mama!
Daddy!" She could hear Callista repeating. "I missed
you so much!!!" In the mind of the child, Callista
assumed that important business had called her
parents away. Now that the business was over, they
had returned. She squeezed them with her small arms.
Zara was still
standing in the Nerf Herder when the family
reunited. Like Marcus, she found that she was
crying. Rebel or Imperial, Callista was back with
her family. The two idiots on their ramp were
perfect for her. She wiped the tears from her face.
Marcus was crying too. The moment was touching all
around. Her heart felt full of love. Instead of
exiting the ship, she turned towards her husband and
hugged him tightly. "We did, we really did."