2021-06-23 - Ancestors

It was a last minute run out to get supplies for the house. It was already pouring rain out. Kailey had been out for roughly an hour at this point. She said something about dropping blankets off at the school shelter while running said errands.

The wind is raging as well outside. Hitting the windows and making them rattle now and again. It is getting worse out there by the second.

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : Okay. Got everything done. On my way back.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : are you responsible for this?

What follows is a short clip of a cute black hair, green eyed baby wearing a colourful bib featuring a single bird on it and several off-brown and green stains. The little girl holds the bib up with one hand and points with the other, single chubby little finger extended and points to the bib. "Goof," she says. Then, louder, and more emphatic, points at the video-taker, "Goof! GOOF!" before the bib is dropped and she flaps her arms , wiggling in her high chair and giggling.

Kailey glances at her phone in the holder, "Read message," She tells the smartphone. Which is does in it's feminine robotic voice. The stop light is still red so she glances at the screen as the video begins to play. And she grins with mischief and giggles. "Reply to message. Yes. Yes I am, and proud of it," She tells the phone, which prints it out mostly correctly. The light changes and she continues on the way home, shaking her head amused.

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : Yes. Yes I am and proud of it!

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : i mighta mistexted that too. oops, stupid fat fingers. anyways great now I have a household of women calling me a goof. i was hoping we could have waited until her rebellious teens before she started.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : more seriously, its bad out there. you ok, need anything?

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : It is nasty out. I am driving safe. And Mew is trying to say Goose.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : i thought it was something bird related. we;re watching tv now another episode of masha and the bear. again. do we even have anything with a bird on it for her to fixate on

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : Yes! in the crawl space there is a box marked Misc with red tape on it. Inside is my rubber ducky collection.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : ok red box with tape on it in the crawlspace. I'll have to look for it when this episode is over.

Kailey keeps hitting all the red lights. But it is allowing her the chance to respond to Everett's queries. And right now she is very thankful for voice to text.

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : I recommend putting on the Kitten Bowl. She loves that and you can set her in the playpen while you look.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : in not going to leave her alone. nuh uh. that's how they get you. you leave something you love alone and then all of a sudden that thing is getting sucked over the void and put in life and death situations. naw better I keep my eye on her

Pulling the phone away from Mew's flailing fingers, he points towards the wall mounted screen where the computer generated girl and bear have their short, seven minute adventure so Mew will stop paying attention to the phone each and everytime Everett lays it on his thigh so he can hunt and peck with his working hand.

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : I'm about 10 minutes out. Keep hitting red lights. There's a little river forming on Main. OH SHIT

Waiting a second, then two, Everett waits to see if more comes after the curse, his brows frowning slowly. When nothing does, he immediately replies with text, pausing only momentarily to glance at the television show to see where the episode he's seen before is, and where his daughter's attention is at.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : you ok

(TXT to Everett) Kailey : This part of Main is probably not the way to go...there's weird dolphins leaping out of the water on the street. Speaking of getting sucked into places. Gotta detour.

(TXT to Kailey) Everett : ok if you're only 10 away i'll stop texting so you can drive. mew says squeal, i'm sure you know what that means more than i do. drive safe and love you kitten

It is about fifteen minutes before the rumble of the VW van can be heard and the garage door opens. Flerken, who had been napping in her cat tree in the corner, lifted her multi-hued head to stare at the door to the garage. Then she got up and stretched and went over to sit before the door and wait. The sound of the van turning off and doors opening and closing is heard. Then finally Kailey comes in from the garage and almost trips on Flerken, her arms being full of grocery bags.

"RAAAAAIIIIR!" Goes Flerken.

"FUCK!" Goes Kailey as she manages to just fall back against the wall. "Oh sweet, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Her voice changes instantly to sympathetic affection as she peers down at the cat, who is composure grooming her ears after that incident. How dare!

Like the feline, Everett has his own ritual for when one of his Pride have returned home. There's a glance towards the direction of the garage door, as though with but a mere glance he can look through the wall but he doesn't get up. Instead he returns his attention back down, watching Mew grabbing one rubber duck by the neck while already holding another in her other hand and give this new one a thoughtful look.

Small, innocent eyes look up at her Father while they sit on the blanket on the floor in the area that's been designated as the play area. Her little mouth opens while she looks up and in goes the duck's behind to be tasted and bitten.

"I bet that's delicious," Everett murmurs. Then the tripwire loudly complains, startling Morganna, who shakes her little body and loses the duck in her left hand. For a second there it looked like she might cry, but seeing the shape of Mommy stifles any such thoughts. Instead it's a play on her emotions, pouty bottom lip, offering the remaining duck, "Maa! Muhmahma!" While Everett, at the same time softly awws and climbs to his feet slowly. "Hey, hon." Is Everett's cheery hello.

"My babes!" Kailey says with enthusiasm and a grin. "Oh, is that a tasty duck, Mew?" Asks mommy as she heads for the kitchen. Flerken follows ever hopeful that Kailey has brought something for her. Which she has. There the sound of a package tearing not a minute later followed by a jingling sound. That quickly becomes the sound of a bell being chased ALL OVER the kitchen tiles.

Kailey, having distracted the mighty Flerken, begins to unpack the groceries. "I got coconut milk and rice. I was thinking of trying to make a coconut curry thing for dinner, how does that sound to you?" She calls from the kitchen as she quickly putters things into their places. "I also forgot I had picked up two growlers for us during this horrible crisis. They're still in the van," She says as she comes back into the living room, leaning over to press a kiss to Everett's forehead.

Morganna is swept up quickly and spun around once before getting a bit hug. "Hi baby girl. Were you full of mischief for dadums?" She asks with a giggle. The babe in turn gives a happy giggle and tries to shove the duck into her mouth. "Mmmmm, tastes like New Orleans," She tells her. This yellow bath toy is indeed decorated like someone going to mardi gras. In fact all the ducks seem to be -from- someplace. New York, Disneyland and World, Houston, and Saint Louis all seem to be part of the flock. "I see you found my collection," This is directed at Everett himself along with a broad and toothy smile.

Everett's reactions are complicated. Coconut milk earns a retching face behind Kailey's back, then rice less so, but it's still a carb. "That sounds great!" he says energetically to conceal his honest reaction. All the better to hide his true feelings when scooping up Mew by her rump with his hand shaped just like a scoop and brining her close to his torso. And having done so, ducks his head back to avoid getting clocked with the duck as Mew giggles flails her arms and legs and returns the rubber ducking to her mouth for a moment more before stretching out her little body and arms for her mother, "Ma! Mamama!" She flails her hands, "Dub."

She then returns to careful inspection of the duck, putting a finger into the rubber duck's mouth. "Does a coconut curry have meat in it?" is Everett's question while he brings the inquisitive girl over to meet Kailey in the middle, his eyes down for the fuzzball flailing her sharp paws around, hunting this new toy, event after the handing over of the baby. Not quite an Olympic event.

"Mm?" asks Everett, putting his new free hand on Kailey's hip and turning his attention up from the floor. The box isn't in sight, as he explains, "I did. I wasn't sure if it was ok for her to play with all of them so I just grabbed a couple. After all, with her and my gimpy arm, it was all I was able to manage." Her hip is given a squeeze, "You want me to get what's left in the car?" Pack mule, even half a man, he still knows what he's good for.

"Only the growlers left in the back," Kailey says with a smile as she nods earnestly at Mew's declaration of the yellow toy's species. "Duck," Mom repeats cleared before leaning in to give her a peck on the nose. Which makes her grin and giggle. "They were my collectible as I traveled," She explains even as she makes faces at Mew. "Not quite a duck for every city, but I tried. Yes I did! So there's about 30 more of these for you to play with," And again she leans in, voice pitching high, and nose wiggling against her daughter's.

"It does have meat. Chicken and cauliflower and broccoli and carrots usually. I got broccoli and cauliflower," Kailey explains as she passes mew back and returns to the kitchen. At about that time her phone beeps and she pulls it out of her pocket. Checking the alert and suddenly grinning. "My reports in!"

"Growlers," repeats Everett, with a hint of uncertainty. He imagines donuts, but this is Gray Harbor. It could be something worse. Like weird dolphin things. "Uh huh," he adds, giving her hip a squeeze, he looks towards the garage door. Her hip is given another squeeze before taking a step and then two back and wiggling his hand over his head with a dismissive gesture, "I'll. I'll go get 'em." Whatever they are. The mighty hunter.

But he stops shy, the garage door knob in his hand and turns to smile at Kailey, "Do you have one for Gray Harbor? Maybe a duck with tentacles on it, or glow in the dark eyes or something?" The beep, and Everett frowns and cants his head, "Report? What's that?" he asks, and then opens the door to extract these things that what do growl and bring them, arm fully extended from his body back to the house, stopping to use his foot to kick the door closed and hopefully before Flerken's discovered the door's been left open. "Your growlers," he says, drily, his expression unamused behind the slight smirk. How dare you bring those in his house, woman.

The two 'growlers' turn out to be two half gallon kegs of beer each. From the opening event a few days back. They are cool thanks to the weather outside and one is most definitely a porter. When Everett returns with them he sees Kailey staring at her phone. Those green eyes are wide and her lips are slightly parted in surprise. The fingers of the hand not holding the phone hovering on her lower lip.

"Holy shit...holy shit...holy shit..." She looks up at Everett stomps back in. "I...I'm...uh...look!" And she turns the phone around as words fail her. Head shaking back and forth while Mew plays with two duckies at her feet. What Everett sees is something from that Ancestor site. And yeah she did the cheek swabbing a few weeks back. Or was it a month? But it's a google maps type view of the city. And there is a green dot and then a red dot right across the street. Where Grant and Vyv currently reside.

Approaching with concern, Everett slides the kegs to the kitchen counter with the question, "What's the matter," he asks, looking down at the playing Mew before turning his attention to her phone. He takes the device from her hand and glances at it, reading the screen a little. Not too much, because he's gets bored easily with big words.

Following the map though, he looks at Kailey and then out the kitchen window even if it doesn't overlook in that direction. There's another glance down at the phone again. The only person he knows that lives there is, well...

"Huh. What's this mean?" he asks looking up from her artily decorated phone to her as he hands it over. "You take a hit out on one of our neighbours? 'Cuz if you were going to I could have suggested the one next door not across the street. That guy's a jackass, Bean says he tries to peek in through the windows." He turns his attention down to his daughter and watches her playing in bliss with her new toys.

A distracted smirk plays across Kailey's lips as her eyes go out the kitchen window to the house across the street. "Um...nah. Not my style...the hits I take are on my bong." Is her reply. Her green eyes return to watch Everett's lack of understanding dawn and takes back her phone.

"This...so there's a box you can check when you do these things. Saying you're willing to be contacted by relatives. And if the other person checked the box, it will show you where you are and how close your relationship likely is..." Kailey explains as she scrolls through the email report slowly.

What a relief it is that Everett doesn't know Vyv lives just across that street.

Or he'd be freakin' out right now.

"Oh. So like you and that doper kid are related?" he asks, shifting his weight to his left leg while leaning against the kitchen island, lifting his gaze up from when Kailey turns around and not from the phone. His gaze sticks for a second on her chest before they finish the rest of the trek to her face where he gives her an innocent look. He's left thinking about something other than her figure for longer than a second.
Is that gears grinding?
Is that the smell of smoke?

"Oh!" His green eyes open with surprise, "so you're RELATED to that kid next door. AND," he adds, pointing down, "Mew's got a babysitter, I mean uncle." Everett smiles tooth fully.

Kailey is nodding as the gears engage and he gets it. Smirking when he calls Grant a 'doper kid'. "His name is Grant and you really need to stop antagonizing the neighbors. Vyv included," She says with a little snort and nod. Then she bends to scoop Morganna back up as she readies to get into the pots and pans drawer. "Banging time is later, little miss," She tells her with a big smooch on the cheek.

The child is passed from mother to father easily, even if his other arm isn't working right now. " I need to text him. This is fucking wild," She says and her breathing has quickened too. "Do you think they're home?" Stupid question in the middle of a storm. "Maybe I should go over there and surprise him? I can bring beer!" She looks at the growlers and back to Everett. Then there is a rumble of lightening and the windows rattle. "Or maybe not..."

Texting it is...

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : Sooooo...I got some crazy wicked news.

Everett gasps even while he smiles broadly. His left hand comes up to touch his chest over his sternum, while he takes a defensive air, "I do NOT antagonize," yes I do. "I'm a victim of my appearance. They take one look at me and decide I'm a thug," the 1310 faded tattoos on his knuckles clearly visible. He also looks like he's enjoying the label. "Besides, I'm 27, I've got my own business, and I have two, maybe three kids," he shows on this fingers, "I think I'm allowed to call someone kid."

While she bends to pick up her daughter, Everett's head tilts, his long hair dangling, while he stops offering a counter-point, that is to say, arguing to enjoy the view. Then he founds softly with confusion, not arguing one iota about being given Mew again, "Besides, didn't that stoner kid have a weed store?" It's a question he's asked before, but technically he didn't call Grant that doper kid this time.

There's a glance at Mew to see she's paying attention to him with that cute curious look. Dad leans in and gives her cheek a quick raspberry to elicit some soft baby giggles. As the baby grabs on his long hair and blurbbles for her 'Dahdah', Everett's attention drifts back to the woman on her phone, "Yeah, don't go over there."
There's a momentary pause and then Everett's eyes widen impossibly large, "HE'S FUCKING VYV?!" Everett's mouth hangs open. With surprise. With shock.
And then with revulsion.

And then there it is. Everett recovers quickly, a little humor growing before his reply, "I wouldn't fuck him with your dick." Baby yanks, forcing Everett's head to tilt. He shouldn't have gotten her started if he didn't want to play. "Ah. Ow. Wait... Vyv lives. Just. Over there?" Everett's deep voice gets that tone. That tone that signals he's getting.

Ideas.

It takes Kailey a moment or two but that line clicks. "Wait, maybe three?" Her head comes up and she looks at him with wide eyes. Then she turns a bit red and looks back at her phone. "We're gonna need a bigger house or, like, some serious renovations of the attic," She looks back down at her phone hopefully, but Grant probably didn't hear his phone.

Then her head comes back up and she looks at Everett in surprise. "Vyv? No, it's definitely Grant. I recognize the email address. And anyway...everyone kept mistaking me for Grant when I had that, um, switcheroo a couple months back," Kailey smirks a little bit. But then she is looking at Ev and her foot comes out to kick him in the shin. "I wish you wouldn't antagonize him. I like him!" And then he is present with her pout. Though it is brief.

"Now what is this about maybe a third?" Kailey tucks her phone away and turns to begin pulling out a cutting board and knife. Onions, cauliflower, broccoli, and carrots all come out along with the chicken. And she begins to cut them up. "Put Mew in the playpen and serve us up some of that porter?" She asks without looking up.

He doesn't miss that look, that soft blush. Some predators go for blood, but with her, it's an endless tease. His eyes hood while he smiles flirtatiously, "Mmhmm, three. Lyric says hello, by the way." Hiding behind the baby at least for a second, Everett sways his hips before retreating to the other side of the kitchen island. Out of the thwapping range, he figures and figures incorrectly when you keep company with a finger wiggler who isn't shy about using her abilities.
"A bigger house or maybe just bunk beds," he offers before a better idea comes along and he brightens, "Oh! Those coffin style beds like in Japan just stacked on top of each other," he wiggles his chin as much as Mew allows, trying to provide imagery for what he means.

Pulling his leg back, Everett strokes his wound against the back of his calf to rub the sensitivity of the kick away while he grins broadly, "Oh, I remember that switcheroo, that's why I said with your dick. And I guess there was some resemblance. I didn't study it long enough." He can get sweet, if for a moment when he wants, up nodding his chin to the woman, "I much prefer gazing at the beautiful vision that what stands before me," and flutters his lashes.

And when she sticks up for Vyv, Everett's voice goes up an octave, "Me? Antagonize him?" With a short pause to do as she asks, Everett wanders to the playpen to gently lay Mew inside. And surgically removing her fists from his hair one at a time. It's what's needed for his voice to return to normal. "I don't antagonize him; he started it on me. I'm just finishing what he started," the giant continues, returning the baby's new duckies into her playpen with her other toys. Once the baby's settled, Dad waves goodbye to the baby before turning around and heading back to the kitchen, this time forgetting to keep his distance as he slides in close and wraps his functioning arm around Kailey's waist to hug her close enough to nuzzle his nose into the nape of her neck.
"Besides," he murmurs into her hair, "aren't you supposed to like me better?" The porter he'll get to later.

"Aaaaand whose room are we putting those bunk beds in? Bean or mine or yours?" Kailey asks innocently as she goes about washing off the veggies and peeling the onions. She is doing pretty good with the chopping and must have been reading or watching foodie stuff. "Yeah, you all but ignored me those five days," She says in a voice that indicates annoyance. Which it probably is given her glance at him.

"You could be the bigger man. Literally and figuratively," She points out as she finishes chopping up the vegetables. The onion run under cold water before she cuts it into neat half circles. "And, oh I dunno, just act nice. Especially with Grant being my cousin. At least...according to that report," Kailey blows out a breath and pauses in her cutting. Glimmers of tears in her eyes could either be due to the onions or feelings.

"I have family, Ev," Softly this is whispered as she sets the knife down and leans on the counter. It appears to be feelings. She looks up at him and smile tenderly. "I don't...I don't know what to think. I was prepared for there to be nada. And now...there's...well..." And she takes another shaky breaths as she dashes away her tears with an impatient hand.

"Can't we hang them from the rafters? The ceiling or the attic? It might require some changes, a little add-on here and there. There's space. Or we can build something over the garage," the more he speaks, the more she makes him think about it, the more ideas he gets and the more he likes the idea. It's not like she didn't already know he wanted a large family. His demeanor changes though when he's accused of ignoring her.
"I---you. I didn't ignore you. I just didn't know what to make of the whole thing. It's not like I blocked you on my phone or walked the other direction when you came by. I just didn't know what to do about it. I couldn't fix that. I don't know how to," his hand slips from her waist to wiggle his fingers. His international sign for Glimmer-use. "But I didn't ignore you. And I remember work was busy too."
There's a pause as his hand returns around her waist and he gently squeezes as his lips press against her neck. He murmurs a soft, "I'm sorry you felt like I'd ignore you though. I wouldn't do that to you. Not on purpose. Not when you needed me."

After a breath, Everett kisses the back of her neck and slips from behind her, moving instead to the growlers. He takes a look at one and then the other, inspecting their labels before heading for the cupboard. "I am the bigger man. Both figuratively and literally. You've heard the way that pretentious little s--" Everett stops talking and pauses while taking a glass from the cupboard. He clears his throat, the sets the glass down before getting a second.
He wasn't helping. But with her pausing and looking up at him, his expression is flat. He replies plainly, "You've had family for almost a year, Kiki," before throwing a look to the self-amused chattering coming from the playpen before he looks back at her. "Or don't we count?" He moves the glasses to the counter, then steps into her personal space, a soft prod to her belly button. "Whatever you're feeling right now? I can't possibly imagine. But you've got a family before you found out you had one already." That makes sense. Instead, he slips his functional hand over her shoulder to cup the back of her head and pull her into his chest for a firm hug.

Kailey nods her head and turns to give him a peck at the apology. "I know...I get you didn't know what to do. Hell, neither did I. But I did really miss cuddling and...you know it is in the past and done." She smiles and shakes her head, returning to cutting things up for dinner.

A 'look' is shot when Everett begins to start up on Vyv again. One brow raised and her lips a thin line and eyes speaking louder than words, 'Really?!'. Shaking her head her eyes drop back to the garlic she is smooching and chopping up. Then she makes a soft noise and looks up. "No no no! That's not what I meant...I mean...uh...I mean...you're my made family. But I have, like, blood family. Maybe people who knew my mom? Maybe I even have grandparents," There's a hopeful lilt in her voice. Perhaps for her the idea of a Grandma or Grandpa was a wonderful one. Something to fantasize about, summers filled with board games and cookies and being taken to the pool or movies. "I'm sorry. You of course are my family! I just..." And she lets out a frustrated sigh.

He can't help the sour face he makes at the idea of cuddling with another man. Not Kailey, but. "... yeah," he murmurs after a short pause. "That's why I was glad it didn't last long. And glad we could catch up on all the missed intimacy." When she turns her attention back to cutting, he returns to being a nuisance, lowering his head so he can look at her through his long lashes while gently gnawing on the shoulder she presents to him.

He gives a quick smile as he lifts his head and shakes it, "You don't have to explain. I think I know what you mean. I'm happy that you're going to find that kind of connection." His hand is pressed against the small of her back as he strokes in small circles to be reassuring. Falling silent, he looks down at her cutting while thinking of something else to say. Be careful what you wish for? Other idioms like that.
In the end he decides not to warn her at all. Not all family is insane.
Even if they're dating Vyv.

A sideways glance, Everett clears his throat and his hand slips down to her behind where he gives her two pats. "I hope it works out for you, babe," is what he settles on, before turning back to the growler to open it and slump over to take a sample of its aroma.

Kailey is not going to bring up the fact that being a guy could have been permanent. Nope. Instead she smiles a bit at the nibbling on her shoulder, canting her head as it sends goosebumps down her arms and neck. "Stop, I'm trying to make dinner," She says with a giggle, gently rolling her shoulder. At the same time tilting her head, pausing chopping, to turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Get out the big iron skillet, please?"

Then she turns back to making the head of cauliflower many smaller heads. The broccoli too. "Okay...I don't want you to think one is more important or anything," She says with what sounds like relief. And she keeps shopping till Everett says that last bit. An odd way to congraulate her for finding blood family after a life of knowing none but her mother. That makes her stop and turn to peer at him in puzzlement. "Ummmm...why wouldn't it? Grant is, like, one of my best friends."

Her protests only makes him smirk with intention as he steals a look at her from the corner of his eye while still looking at the bottle, commenting under his breath about her making dinner, "So was I." To her next request, because the moment still hasn't passed yet for him, Everett continues to murmur as he puts the container down, turns around and puts his hand on his pants, "Alright, but I hope your oven is set to hhhhhigh heat." His eyes sparkle with his mirth and his threats, as they prove to be only threats, lead nowhere when he takes his hand back off his pants and used instead to get the large skillet.
But if she thought the large randy teddy bear was done, she couldn't be more wrong. Even though there's plenty of space, Everett purposefully slides behind her, grinding against her, to pin her against the counter. "Mm, oops. No room," he says as a poor excuse, not moving from his position behind her while placing the skillet on the oven.

With her head turned in his direction, Everett nuzzles her cheek, offering only a soft, thoughtful hmm from his throat before compounding that with, "I didn't know he was a friend of yours. I thought it was just casual." He wiggles his hips, oh. He knows what he's doing. "Sorry, so cramped in here," he murmurs sultrily.

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : If you are preggo again this is not my fault and your mountain of dude needs to not kill me.

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : Grant ROFLMAOWTFBBQ? NOOOOO! Though it is family related. I found blood relatives via Ancestors, my results came in. They even live in Gray Harbour!

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : No shit! That's bad ass. I think. It is still Gray Harbor. You thinking about meeting them and shit?

Kailey has pulled out her phone as it dweedles with a clip of one of Grant's favorite tunes. And Everett has her giggling as she types, head shaking as she draws this out just a little bit. "You are so bad, I like like you," She tells him with a quick glance and a wink. There's even a snort as he does the bump and grind while getting the pan. All the usual antics when he helps her in the kitchen.

"How the hell could you not know he was a friend? You really are a doofus sometimes you know," She says with an exaggerated huff and sideways 'look'. "Like, we do art together all the time. Why do you think you find us in the garage all the time when you get home? We're not just blazing our eyeballs out." And with a last grin at her phone she sends a screenshot of the contact info given to her from Ancestor to Grant. She looks so happy and proud right now.

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : :A screenshot of the contact information Grant gave Ancestor when he did his test. Do you happen to know who this is?

Pausing as her phone makes noises, Everett looks at her, then the phone as it gets her attention, and keeps it. Pursing his lips a little, the brat decides to act out a little, making a throaty sound of disbelief as a reply to her quick glance and wink. "I just figure you two got done bumpin' and grindin'," replies the giant who spends a short few shorts illustrating just exactly what he means pressing Kailey more vigorously against the kitchen counter before the simulated sex.
Head is tilted back and shook so his black mane and shaken free while he puts on a few different O-faces. When his hand isn't roaming her waistline, or gripping the counter's edge, he's using it to stroke his own torso with this fantasy gone wild, and a few of the moves he had to pick up for the Platinum Cabaret's amateur night.

If she's still paying more attention to the stupid phone than him, Everett even adds sound. "Ah. Ahhh. Nnnh. Yeah, so good," before biting his bottom lip

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Some fucker took my name?? You think my doppelganger is back?

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Oh no shit there's an email in my email thing holy shit. Congradudolences? Wow this is awesome. Wait on my Dad's side or the other side?

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : grant HAH! Right?!? Like, what kind of coincidence is that. And, uh, it said paternal. 😃

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Thank god. Didn't want to go there again. That makes you... like shit I need to look at the app.

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : You'd drop this on me while I'm baked like one of Vyv's brownies. Your timing's amazing

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : That makes you Unc's kid. He's uh, he's somethin. You try talking to him yet or do I get to be forum first?

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : My timing is always perfect. Lol. And you're the first. I literally just opened the report a few minutes ago. And what do you mean by something?

"Augh, you are so bad!" Kailey quickly replies her fine painters fingers flying over buttons. Then she sets the phone down and spins around. Lips drawn to one side and a brow raised she asks, "And EW! Especially now knowing we're cousins," She gives his chest a light shove for good measure, making sure to thwap his nipple in the process.

"I am trying to make dinner." No, she was texting not making of the dinner. Then reaches past him for the chicken breasts she got from the store. As she does this she goes up ontiptoe to deliver a peck on his lips. "Feeling neglected are we? Was this mornings romp not enough?" She knows the answer to "enough" is there never is. Probably a good thing he has two ladies. Too bad after living so long together their cycles had synched. Like they weirdly do.

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : This explains why you look like me when you were a dude. This is less weird now

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Somehow

With a discredulilous look that simply reads, 'What, me?', Everett touches his chest with his left hand, quitting his monkeying around once the label has been thrown down. There's a flutter if his flashes, an attempt to look innocent of these and other such outrageous charges. A pantomime that leaves him defenseless for the light push. His hand comes down briefly to catch himself on the island behind him, and once he keeps his balance, the hand raises to belatedly protect his sensitive pec tips.

"Hey, heeyy, heeyyyy. I'm trying to get summin' to eat too," he murmurs with the add of the peck. His large paw slips to rest on her pelvis, mistaking the lean and kiss for a praylode of something more. His smirk only widens when he's proven wrong and he gives her the answer she's likely expecting. "When it's you, love, is anything really ever enough?" he asks as her phone makes more noises behind her.

With his smirk still on his lips, Everett over exaggerates his eye roll before leaning forward and laying his lips on her forehead leaving his speech muffled. "Go on. Tell the world your great news. I'll try to be a good boy and go entertain our daughter while only undressing you with my eyes." Small victories, Everett turns around to hold the counter's edge with his working hand and thrusts his hips back. Quickly, suddenly. Slight but quick thigh movements to stroke his butt against Kailey's lap three times before the brat leaps to get both out of the kitchen and also out of swatting range.

And into the eye-line of a quietly ducky tasting tot, "Hi baby girl!"

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : Right? It was so weird having people think I was you that week. It's Gray Harbor so yeah, less weird but still weird.

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : grant Does this mean my mom was a GH native you think?

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : I dunno. Uncle Rob traveled a bunch. He and dad both did from what I could tell. He was in teh Army a while but like all Baxters wound up here.

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : Why is that?

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : I dunno. No one ever really leaves Gray Harbor.

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : And few Baxters make it out alive. I'd be careful who you tell. You know about the history of the town right? Dead people be trippin

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : I...know a little? Mostly that it is weird and the Addingtons took control or something? I admit...I actually don't really know the history. Is being a Baxter bad...?

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Being a Baxter is AWESOME firstly. They say we're bad luck but the truth is we can affect things different than other folks and the Addingtons seem bent out of shape about it. Long story ending in 'don't worry I found a wait to repair our family's immortal souls'. Apparently I'm the only one excited abotu that too. Probably not a story for text.

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : Oooooookay. Yeah for sure. Sounds like there's a lot to learn. But I'm excited! Happy! I have a fucking COUSIN! We have to do cousin things when this storm passes, whatever they are.

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Lady I'm jsut happy to have family that's badass and is actually excited to BE family. I don't have a lot of that

(TXT to Kailey) Grant : Just keep an eye on your kidlet

Kailey laughs lightly at Everett's playful demeanor. His kisses making her hum and leans into them. "I'll feed you...later," Completing the promise with a wink as she turns back to her phone and food prep.

The phone goes off and she glances at it again. A faint worry marring her face as she is well and fully distracted. Part of her ADHD no doubt. Dinner will be late.

(TXT to Grant) Kailey : Okay that gets me fretting dude. Whyyyy I gotta watch Mew more than I already do cause she Glimmers too.

Everett exchanges a sultry look with Kailey at that promise before he returns his attention to his daughter. It's almost like he knew the phone had her attention, and that he couldn't compete. He is, after all, just a man and not a piece of technology, built by science, made for modern people.
Who could compete with that?

In truth, as much as Everett wants to be Kailey's center of attention, there are many things vying for her attention. He gets it. And he looks at one of the more important ones now. Looking up at her papa from the busy playpen, clutched with toys both hers and her half-brother's, Morganna's wet cupid's bow comes off a rubber duck that she then shows the gorilla, her little surprised look easily overtaken with recognition turning at her torso fractionally.
"Goof. Goof!"

Dad couldn't be prouder, smirking down at her before he reaches down and strokes soft, downy baby hair, brushing a strand from her forehead silently. It isn't until Mew returns to chewing on the object that Everett murmurs, "I love you too, piglet," and the baby bares her fangs with a toothy smile, then flaps the arm holding a toy while the other puts the duck back in her mouth. To find a place that isn't yet covered in baby drool and desperately doesn't know it needs it, her attention returns to the serious task of turning her food into poo.
And making sure these ducks understand who's boss.

Watching for a second or two, Everett gives Mew another head stroke, then heads over to the sofa, scooping up the television remote on his way past before dropping his weight, to take it out on the poor furniture. "Remind me to thank your mother for teaching you that word," he says with enough volume for Mew, not that she's paying attention. The television turns lively and on to the last thing it was turned to PBS. Evening shows are no longer about kids though, now he's joined someone Discovering Americ--snoorrrree.
Not three words get out before the channels start hopping, there's got to be sports on one of these channels.