Wicked (totes_wicked) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2015-04-11 02:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: character: raven darkholme, z: om1: character: wicked, z: om1: location: dyson sphere |
Little baby goes...woo! (all night long)
Characters:Wicked,Katya,Joseph and OTA
Setting:Wicked's place
Content:Crying,inappropriate rapping oh and cult like tendencies
Summary:Wicked's dealing with normal new mom things. Lack of sleep, lack of outside life, a crazy cult formed around her homicidal father-in-law....
It was easy that first night not just because she had Kitty and Nick but because Wicked couldn’t sleep. She stayed up all night just watching them sleep in their tiny crib. Terrified that if she closed her eyes they’d stop breathing or worse if Kitty held them too long they'd forget she was their mother. It didn’t seem possible for something so little to survive without someone watching over it like a hawk. Or that somehow she was supposed look after both of them at the same time. But it was in those moments when both of them were crying for her she was happy to have Nick and Kitty there to help. Between their cries and PB's whines for attention she’d have been in fetal position crying the first night.
Slowly, she was figuring it all out. Joseph would always go down after Katya and Katya went down almost instantly. Katya would also always be the first to let the apartment know she was hungry in the middle of the night and that would stir Joseph awake. But if she wasn’t careful to check the diaper situation frequently there was always a chance that Joseph could wake up crying and wet and for some reason starving. This afternoon was such an occasion.
Naptime was one of those rare times Wicked could actually enjoy watching the current loves of her life sleep. She could read, she could build up her strength. But Joseph did not want to nap after his diaper change he wanted to see if his mother’s ears could bleed. After a lot of gentle shushing getting them nowhere she knew what she had to do.
“To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies? The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me…”
So it wasn’t “Rocka-bye-baby” or “Bah Bah Black sheep” but something about Biggie and rhythmic bouncing always put him right to sleep. By the second chorus of big poppa he was settling
“I love it when you call me big pop-pa. Throw your hands in the air if you a true playa. I love it when you call me big pop-pa. If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby, Bay-bee. Which is not a good goal to have when going out. Don’t like do that.”
She kissed him on the forehead and laid him down next to his sister who had thankfully slept through the whole song and dance. She was ready to cuddle up to PB and take a nap of her own when a knocking came from the door. Desperate not to do an encore she raced to the door ready to tell off whoever it was but instead found a card ,tattered teddy bear and no owner in sight.
“For Magneto’s beloved grandchildren” The card said “And their traitorous whore mother.”
It wasn’t the first gift she had received and she figured it wouldn’t be the last. The Magneto was right brigade were getting bolder, they were approaching her when she walked PB and telling her how she was unfit to be mother to Magneto’s grandchildren. This was the first time she had been home when a gift had arrived. It was unnerving and infuriating. She ripped up the card and gave the teddy bear to PB who was all too happy to destroy. She was not going to let Mag’s fan-club win this mind game.