mm_phreak (mm_phreak) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-10-06 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | npc, tristan |
Tristan and his NPC mother, phone conversation
Tristan had gone off to his apartment to call his mother. He was dreading the insistent demand he was sure he'd get of bringing Rhiannon to the house, and being told what to do with his life. But there was only one way to stand up for himself and his family. His thumbs pulled up the number ad before he could reason why he shouldn't call, he hit the send.
The phone was answered and his mother fetched. Tristan paced as he waited, then stilled as he heard her voice. "Yes Tristan what is it this time?" Anabella's cool voice asked.
He sighed, sunk into the couch and closed his eyes.
"Well, I'm waiting..." She reminded him, sounding extremely impatient.
"All right, Mother. March second, next year, write down the name Sophia Winters." He said, chickening out a bit since he didn't tell her exactly why or what for.
Anabella picked up a pen and wrote on the paper beside the phone March 2, Sophia Winters. "All right. What else?" She asked.
Tristan sighed. Either she already knew or his mother was quite stupid. His vote went to between the two. "Good then I guess I'll talk to you again after your granddaughter is born." Irritated he pulled his phone away from his ear, then as he heard a screech, was glad he'd done it that way.
"What the hell do you mean, Tristan? Granddaugher? With whom and how the hell can you call me, drop that news and decide you want to hang up?" She asked, not giving him time to answer. "This name? This is the name you've chosen? Does she have a middle name yet? At least Sophia is a distinguished name. You know you have an Aunt Sophia on your father's side. Ugh, dreadful woman. Hopefully your Sophia will be nothing like her." She scribbled more on the same paper, trying to calculate. "Did you just find out about this? I'd be quite upset if you knew about this before and are just telling me now. Are there plans for a baby shower?"
He couldn't resist smiling at his mother's obvious upset. "Yes, Rhiannon and I decided on Sophia together, though I'm fairly certain she'll be called Sophie. No I didn't know I had an Aunt Sophia and we're going to raise our daughter spoiled rotten. Just like Tabetha, but hopefully with more tact and class." He advised, chuckling. "No baby shower plans as of yet either. We're kinda waiting until we get our apartment."
His mother huffed, frustration clear. "You know you're better than Everett's left overs." She said cooly. She'd heard the men talk about Rhiannon. "Better make sure it's yours and she's not just looking for somebody to take over when Ev cuts off her 'allowance' for taking his other brat."
Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. "Then if that's how you feel, you won't ever get to meet Sophie. I won't tolerate you being a bitch to my family."
"I am your family, son." She answered, the scowl on her face likely heard over the phone. "Allie wouldn't have trapped you like this. You're too kindhearted for your own good sometimes."
"Allie was a whore, Mom. Still is probably. I bet I could buy her for two hundred bucks." And that was being generous, he thought. "Rhiannon has only ever been with me and I don't think you want to hear those details, but I'll clue you in if you need to know. She's not Everett's and he hasn't been around since I showed him the door."
"A door he's all too familiar with. Ev has been at our dinner table more than you and talks about a great deal of things with your father when they think I'm not listening." Most of it was business, but there were tidbits of the girl and their boy tossed in from time to time. "What does your precious Anastasia think of all this?"
Letting his breath out slowly, he resolved to go talk to Everett himself. Shit wasn't right and he needed to fix it. Needed to protect the family he loved. "I'm sure he's said quite lovely things about you behind your back too, Mother. Ana is Sophie's Godmother. She'll love my daughter because she loves me."
"How does Rhiannon feel about that?" She fired back, satisfied that he'd said those particular words. "We'll see you soon, Tristan. I expect you to bring your little family for Thanksgiving dinner."
He scowled, not liking the implication then the expectation. "Maybe we'll be there. Behave Mother." He said, then pressed the end call button. After a moments pause he pressed the button further, turning his phone off entirely. Between here and March, the only big holidays to get through were Thanksgiving and Christmas. He could easily get around one, saying they were spending it with Rhiannon's family, but not both. He'd discuss it with Rhiannon later, after a nap perhaps. Or a month of debating.