Witch Hazel
Chapter 3 Part 6
“He’s an odd little fellow, isn’t he?” mused Sigrun as the acrobat fell on his ass after an attempt to stand like a statue.
“Yeah,” Camille nodded. “Kinda cute though.”
Diego glowered from his spot on the grass and wondered if he could see up their skirts by doing a handstand. He was willing to bet Sigrun wasn’t wearing any panties.
Benita hadn’t been feeling well lately, so Leonardo took to caring for her like a champ. He cleaned, he cooked, he cleaned her up after she finished each visit to the toilet bowl.
“Do you need to go to the doctor?” he asked, glancing at her as she nibbled at her waffles. “This has been going on for a while now.”
“I hate doctors,” she pushed fruit around on her plate. It didn’t even smell good. Maybe it was just Leonardo’s cooking…
The moment Benita broke the news to Leonardo. She was pretty nervous, after all, she’d recently been changed from a human and had next to no idea what was happening with her body and no real clue how Leo would take this news.
He seemed pretty happy though.
The nursery upstairs, in Diego’s old room. Leonardo broke his back on this one, it’s his first baby so he’s pretty excited.
Mostly he’s excited to nap in the rocking chair, pissing Benita off every time her big belly exhausts her and she wants a comfortable place to drop her massive self for an hour. I think he gets some sick amusement from her stomping her foot and yelling at him.
Flashback:
Diego came romping down the stairs as Leonardo walked back in from a long day at work. “Look, look!” he bounced from one foot to another in his brightly colored jammies, clearly never having left the house all day by - Leo glanced at the clock - 3 PM.
“Look at what?” he asked, setting his wallet and keys down on the end table. He tried to look at Diego as little as possible when the rainbow of neon colors made his eyes hurt. His brother was…. what was the word? Quirky? Special? None of those seemed to fit this scenario.
Diego stopped bouncing and jutted out a pouty lip. “You’re not looking.”
“What am I supposed to look at?” Leonardo pulled off his shoes and finally glanced up. He hid his pained double take fairly well, it came off only as a startled jump when he saw what his brother had done to his hair. “Gods and goddesses alike,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“You don’t like it?” Diego pouted a little more.
“You kinda look like, ahhh, you fell in a mop bucket of leftover hair dye,” Leonardo chuckled. “Or got colored on by small children. Perhaps the stylist had a seizure?”
His brother gave a huff, crossing his arms and storming off. “You don’t understand fashion.”
Benita watched him stalk up the stairs. “If that’s fashion, count me out,” she said to her mate. “Maybe it’s time to find him his own place.”
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