The Nursery, Sidra, Glacia, Tuesday (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

"One more time," Karla said, massaging her temples and counting backwards from ten. "The rule is...?"

Morton and Julian glared at one another before sullenly reciting, "We don't get to fight over the baby."

"Especially...?" Karla couldn't believe that she had to go over this with them. Again.

"When we're holding the baby."

"What happens when we do?"

"We lose baby-holding privileges for the rest of the day," they intoned. With another dirty look at Julian, Morton stepped forward and handed Kayla to her mother. "He started it," he muttered, loud enough to be overheard.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did n--"

"I swear by the Darkness, I will make it a whole week if the two of you don't stop bickering immediately!" Karla snapped, which caused Kayla to immediately begin fussing. Karla gave them both Look what you did! glares. "Shh, shh, shh, it's all right, baby girl," she soothed, jerking her chin towards the door so the idiot males she was stuck with knew to let themselves out. "Don't cry, little one, it's okay. Mommy's gotten rid of the morons." Karla sat on the rocking chair that Dinah had given them and gently rocked until Kayla settled down and fell back asleep. "Here's hoping the rest of your aunts and uncles know better," she said, since emails, texts, and other various kinds of notifications had gone out, apprising all and sundry that the estate was now open for visitors who wanted to meet Kayla. "Or that they all visit one at a time so no fights break out. Because this is apparently my life now. Refereeing squabbles over who gets to hold the baby." She pressed a kiss to Kayla's forehead. "Wanna see if Mommy and Daddy's high school friends are better at sharing than their Court?"

[Open for folks what want to come and visit!]

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Arrive and Mingle

[glacial_queen]

Help yourself to food, drink, and conversation with other folks from the island and beyond while you wait for a chance to visit with Karla, Warren, and Kayla in the nursery!

Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

Kayla is wearing her I Have The Best Auntie onesie. Because Karla knew her audience. Because Kayla is so tiny, Warren and Karla are keeping the number of people in the nursery at one time to a minimum. But hey! That means no fighting over who gets to hold the baby!

OOC

[glacial_queen]

Because baby, that's why!

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had called ahead to make certain it was a good time. She had somewhat eclectic experience at the whole parenting thing, but she did know that people dropping by unexpectedly could be a mixed blessing.

Then she showed up with a few lullabies in her head and the smallest stuffed Jackalope she could find (the antlers made for great hand-holds for tiny hands).

Re: Visit the nursery

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Well look at you." Leda smiled at the infant. Her voice did not have the cutsey tone many people adopted when speaking to babies, but it was definitely softer and maybe just s touch higher. In Elvish she added; "I pray you use your power of cute only for good."

Re: OOC

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

When visiting my best friend soon after his second child was born, I'd be holding the baby and he'd offer to take him.

Me: That's okay, you get to do this all the time, I don't.

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

"You'd better not already be carrying tales about what her Mommy got up to in high school," Karla teased, looking up to give Leda a soft smile of hello. "No tattling on me before I have a chance to get my excuses straight."

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

"So... I'm not nervous, are you nervous?"

Warren was nervous, so help him. It was one thing when their visitors were people from around the estate. It was another thing entirely, opening the place up to a potential parade of people who would come in and cradle and talk about and talk to their baby, and Warren had spent a lot of the morning pacing a little at the thought.

"I mean, there's nothing to worry about. She's perfect. Two feet, ten toes. Two hands, ten fingers. One nose, two ears, probably the cutest little cheeks in all of Kaeleer..."

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

"They can't be any more ridiculous than the idiots we live with," Karla grumbled, holding Kayla a little closer. "There's no reason to be nervous at all. Right? Right."

It was entirely possible that they were nervous. But shh, don't tell.

"...You don't think they'll comment, do you?" Karla asked, circling around the elephant in the nursery. "I mean, she is perfect, of course she's perfect, but..." Karla bit her lip.

When Warren was listing off body parts, there were two very glaring omissions, after all.

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

"I... hope they don't," Warren admitted, frowning a little. "But even if they do, it isn't as though we don't have, um... precedent. Just ask my dad."

Who certainly didn't find out about Warren's wings from birth. Because there hadn't been any.

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

"Right," Karla said, trying to sound reassured. "Darkness only knows how much longer it would have been if there had been wings involved, too. They'll probably just come in with time." She bit her lip. "You were...seven?"

That was an awful long time to wait to see if this Kayla would have the same fluffy wings as the one they'd met on Fandom.

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

"Yeah," Warren agreed with a sigh. "But when we met her on the island, she already had them. Nommy, too. So it could happen sooner? Maybe it's tied in with their Birthright because they're half Blood or..."

He shrugged his shoulders, feathers ruffling a little.

"Or something."

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

"Maybe?" Karla looked fairly dubious about that; after all, Eyrien children were born with their wings. But she could see Warren's point. It was possible their mutations would be jump started by the increase of psychic power available to them.

"Which means that she probably doesn't have a Healing factor yet, either."

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

"Probably not," Warren agreed. "Mine didn't kick-start until my wings came in, though it could work differently for her. I just... don't want to test it."

Because that involved hurting their baby for the sake of curiosity, and no.

Re: Visit the nursery

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal wanted to visit and to gossip information-gather, so he came promptly.

He was very disappointed she wasn't wearing the onesie he'd painted. Very disappointed, Karla!

But he was smiling anyway. "Hello." He smiled and nodded at Karla and Warren. "How are the three of you?"

Re: Visit the nursery

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Oh goodness no." Leda protested innocently. "I'm saving those for when she's a teenager."

Sila had been told many stories about Leda's adventures around that time.

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

Fuck no, in fact.

Besides, her belly button was healing up quite nicely and normally and Karla was going to consider that all the proof they needed so far.

"But...even if the wings never happen...she's still our Kayla, isn't she?" Karla asked, a trifle anxious. "She feels like her, at least a little bit."

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

"So you're saying I have time to find out what kind of bribes you're susceptible to?" Karla asked. "Asking for a friend."

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

You were outnumbered by aunties, Hannibal! And besides, that onesie was in the laundry because she'd worn it already. You're welcome, Hannibal.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, dimpling up at him. "I'll trade you, a baby for coffee."

Look, it was Hannibal. He probably had some kind of magic, fancy coffee that was ground by virgins under the light of a full moon or something!

"And don't growl," she said, giving Warren a saucy wink. "Since we both know it'll only be because you didn't think of it first."

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

Karla, you were getting one hell of a look, now.

"She is our Kayla," he replied, a little bit of firmness creeping into his tone. "The one we met on the island before, she was on loan. She belonged to some other Karla and Warren. It doesn't matter if she does or doesn't get wings later on, Karla. This little girl is our daughter. She's the Kayla that matters the most."

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

"For coffee, can't I at least growl a little bit?"

Yeah, Warren was grinning as he said that. He clearly wasn't terribly upset either way.

"We're doing fine, thank you, Hannibal. Maybe a little underslept, but apparently that's to be expected."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[trigons_child]

Raven didn't need to wait to visit Kayla and the new parents, since she lived there and all, but she was outside the nursery to visit with friends. And keep an eye on Morton and Julian. Troublemakers.

She wasn't wearing a shirt with "The Kindness" on it, but she was thinking of getting one.

Hush.

Re: Visit the nursery

[sharp_as_knives]

"As I understand it, yes."

Hannibal grinned and took his bag from his shoulder, pulling out a good-sized carafe. "Enough for both of you, I think."

It wasn't ground by virgins; it was ground by a coffee grinder. Under whatever moon it had been this morning. It was vacuum-brewed, though. And organic. And very yummy.

He also pulled out a box of homemade chocolates, which he held out to Karla. "I was going to bring two," he explained to Warren, "but I wasn't certain she'd forgiven you yet for making her do all the work."

Re: Visit the nursery

[glacial_queen]

"I haven't!" Karla said cheerfully. "The only reason I'm letting him share the coffee is because I love him to distraction and I know for a fact he'll pout if I don't."

Don't try to deny it, Warren. You'd murdered her once over coffee. Her sweater had never recovered.

Re: Visit the nursery

[wwiii]

And she'd had it coming, too.

"I'll survive a lack of chocolate," Warren replied with a smile and good-natured roll of his eyes. "I don't have much of a sweet tooth, anyway."

Probably for the best. He'd murdered her sweater once over coffee. He was pretty sure she wouldn't hesitate to just straight-up kill him over chocolate.