2 new BG babies! (for real)
Post by meliz820 on Apr 29, 2019 21:41:24 GMT -8
(OOC: This post was written by Elizabeth and Joelle on the old BG)
April 1, 2019
As the kids and Isis walk in the house after school, Haddie begrudgingly starts her homework. She has sat still all day and would much rather be outside, but it shouldn't take her any more than an hour tonight... or so her mother says.
"I don't have any, hahaha!" Yuri taunts as he gets out a soccer ball and goes outside to play. Haddie sticks her tongue out at him.
"Hadassah, don't do that," Isis says.
Isis has no idea what Julian will do. She assumes he might have already finished his work as well, since his asthma often causes him to have to miss recess. He has been spending an awful lot of time on a children's game site lately that has a chatroom. And it is the chatroom that worries Isis. She knows they have explained Internet rules to the kids a million times, but there is something she can't put her finger on about chatrooms that bugs her. And it's not only the fact that adults can pose as "kids."
Come to think about it, a lot of things have been making her nervous lately. And she has no idea why.
A crash rises from downstairs that startles Viktor from his thoughts. He had been posting the newly listed houses on the real estate website, but the arrival of his kids from school means his work day is over. At least as long as he does not have any showings.
As he opens the door to his office he hears Isis groan, "Oh Yuri". A soccer ball rolls into his view at the bottom of the stairs and he hears the sounds of glass being picked up.
Viktor descends the stairs and carefully peers around the corner. From here he can see Hadassah wiggling in the dining room chair where she is happily watching her mother clean up the broken picture frame instead of working on her homework. Julian is sitting with his back to the scene, his focus on the computer as it boots up. Viktor lays a hand on Yuri's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "No use crying over broken glass," he encourages him.
"Okay..." Yuri says, his eyes still glued to the floor in shock. "I was going outside. They bounce, though. I forgot."
"At least it wasn't a basketball," Haddie says. "The time I broke Mommy's lamp, the one she used for school, it just kept bouncing."
Yuri looks up and giggles. "Yeah, it did."
Haddie smiles at her brother, then looks down at the science question she has been working on.
"If I drop something, what makes it fall down?"
(answer: Gravity)
"Thanks Yuri! You just helped me with my homework!"
Yuri's eyes get big. "Wow!"
Isis cleans up the broken glass and sighs, shaking her head good naturedly. She sees Viktor and gives him a kiss. "So how was your day?"
Viktor squeezes her, burying his face in her hair. "Much better now that the gang's all here." He turns his attention to the computer. "What you got going on over there, bud?" he asks Julian.
"I just scored 80 points! I'm beating MasterMind860!" Julian replies, sounding slightly nasal.
Viktor reaches for his son's backpack to retrieve his asthma inhaler. The gallon Ziploc bag full of medicine and the inhaler mask emerges with a sheet of bright orange paper stuck to it. "What's this?"
Haddie glances over at it, glad for the distraction. "Oh yeah, the program. Some kids from Neighboring City are going here and some from here are going there to... what is vol-un-teering, Daddy?" That's not a word she knows yet.
Isis is now chopping vegetables to cook for dinner, but she momentarily stops. That's interesting. In addition to the kids helping in the classrooms, she will probably have a few new faces to tutor. Isis would have loved a program like that for her senior year, if things had turned out differently.
Flyer in hand, Viktor tousles his daughter's hair. "Volunteering is when you give your time to help someone else. You like to volunteer to help your mom with dinner."
"Yeah," Julian adds, "but you don't like to volunteer to load the dishwasher!"
Viktor laughs. "No, that is a mandate. That means I get to volunteer you."
Haddie giggles. "OK."
Isis goes back to making dinner. Soon it is on the table. On her way to the table, Isis glances at the flier again. She wonders when they will know who is coming and who is going to Neighboring City, but it doesn't seem to say.
Later that evening, after the children are in bed, Viktor rests on the couch next to his wife. He picks up the flyer sitting on the coffee table. "What do you make of this?" he asks.
"It's a good idea. I admit I'm a bit jealous of the kids getting to do it. That's something I wish I'd gotten to do when I was a teenager. It might have solidified my career path, you know? Maybe if I'd had an experience like that to look back on, I would have remembered what I loved about teaching when I needed to the most." Isis sighs. No matter how hard she tries, some things are just reminders of how different her life could have been if she hadn't fallen pregnant at 18. This is one of those things. Suddenly, Isis snuggles a little closer to Viktor, needing a hug.
It's not that she doesn't enjoy her job as a tutor, but sometimes she feels like a failure for completing her degree online. For not being able to face the fear of the scrutiny of others, and so avoiding having to see other people to finish her degree.
Would it have been as bad as she would have expected to come to school every day? Goldman had been, in general, a well-liked professor. Would other students and faculty have blamed her for his death at the hands of the police?
In some ways, she's glad she never stuck around to find out. And yet...
She sighs again, then smiles. "What do you think? I hope the kids have fun."
She must focus on them now. Julian, Hadassah, and Yuri are her life.
"I did, you know," Viktor shares. "It was part of my Family Studies course. We visited a local elementary school and got to do some classroom assistance. It was great to have all those kids climbing all over me." He laughs, remembering. "I helped in a first grade class."
He receives his wife's snuggles. "How are you doing, in general? You seem a little distracted lately."
Isis smiles at Viktor's story, but then she pauses to think at his question. "I don't know," she finally admits. "I mean, everything should be fine, right? It's been years since... but I feel jumpy lately, and not safe until everyone is home, and I don't know why. And I'm frustrated because I feel like I should know why... like I'm missing something. Maybe it has to do with all the time Julian's been spending on the Internet lately, too. I mean, I know they know rules, but they are so young...I was 10 when we got ours, and mature for my age."
Viktor nods. "It's a different world in such a short time," he admits. "We didn't even have internet until I was in junior high. Our kids will never know the days of newspapers, pen pals, and encyclopedias. I will get on Julian's accounts tonight and check in. Is there anything else you would like me to help with?"
"I might need you to take me to the doctor. Maybe that's why I'm out of sorts. I'm not as sick as I was with Yuri, but I definitely feel different." She smiles. "What do you think?"
Viktor's eyes light up. "Are you telling me you're pregnant?" He jumps to his feet, pulling his wife by the hand. He wraps his arms around her and swings her in a circle. Her foot bumps the table in the hallway. "Oops! No more broken pictures today!" Viktor exclaims, steadying the frames on the table.
April 1, 2019
As the kids and Isis walk in the house after school, Haddie begrudgingly starts her homework. She has sat still all day and would much rather be outside, but it shouldn't take her any more than an hour tonight... or so her mother says.
"I don't have any, hahaha!" Yuri taunts as he gets out a soccer ball and goes outside to play. Haddie sticks her tongue out at him.
"Hadassah, don't do that," Isis says.
Isis has no idea what Julian will do. She assumes he might have already finished his work as well, since his asthma often causes him to have to miss recess. He has been spending an awful lot of time on a children's game site lately that has a chatroom. And it is the chatroom that worries Isis. She knows they have explained Internet rules to the kids a million times, but there is something she can't put her finger on about chatrooms that bugs her. And it's not only the fact that adults can pose as "kids."
Come to think about it, a lot of things have been making her nervous lately. And she has no idea why.
A crash rises from downstairs that startles Viktor from his thoughts. He had been posting the newly listed houses on the real estate website, but the arrival of his kids from school means his work day is over. At least as long as he does not have any showings.
As he opens the door to his office he hears Isis groan, "Oh Yuri". A soccer ball rolls into his view at the bottom of the stairs and he hears the sounds of glass being picked up.
Viktor descends the stairs and carefully peers around the corner. From here he can see Hadassah wiggling in the dining room chair where she is happily watching her mother clean up the broken picture frame instead of working on her homework. Julian is sitting with his back to the scene, his focus on the computer as it boots up. Viktor lays a hand on Yuri's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "No use crying over broken glass," he encourages him.
"Okay..." Yuri says, his eyes still glued to the floor in shock. "I was going outside. They bounce, though. I forgot."
"At least it wasn't a basketball," Haddie says. "The time I broke Mommy's lamp, the one she used for school, it just kept bouncing."
Yuri looks up and giggles. "Yeah, it did."
Haddie smiles at her brother, then looks down at the science question she has been working on.
"If I drop something, what makes it fall down?"
(answer: Gravity)
"Thanks Yuri! You just helped me with my homework!"
Yuri's eyes get big. "Wow!"
Isis cleans up the broken glass and sighs, shaking her head good naturedly. She sees Viktor and gives him a kiss. "So how was your day?"
Viktor squeezes her, burying his face in her hair. "Much better now that the gang's all here." He turns his attention to the computer. "What you got going on over there, bud?" he asks Julian.
"I just scored 80 points! I'm beating MasterMind860!" Julian replies, sounding slightly nasal.
Viktor reaches for his son's backpack to retrieve his asthma inhaler. The gallon Ziploc bag full of medicine and the inhaler mask emerges with a sheet of bright orange paper stuck to it. "What's this?"
Haddie glances over at it, glad for the distraction. "Oh yeah, the program. Some kids from Neighboring City are going here and some from here are going there to... what is vol-un-teering, Daddy?" That's not a word she knows yet.
Isis is now chopping vegetables to cook for dinner, but she momentarily stops. That's interesting. In addition to the kids helping in the classrooms, she will probably have a few new faces to tutor. Isis would have loved a program like that for her senior year, if things had turned out differently.
Flyer in hand, Viktor tousles his daughter's hair. "Volunteering is when you give your time to help someone else. You like to volunteer to help your mom with dinner."
"Yeah," Julian adds, "but you don't like to volunteer to load the dishwasher!"
Viktor laughs. "No, that is a mandate. That means I get to volunteer you."
Haddie giggles. "OK."
Isis goes back to making dinner. Soon it is on the table. On her way to the table, Isis glances at the flier again. She wonders when they will know who is coming and who is going to Neighboring City, but it doesn't seem to say.
Later that evening, after the children are in bed, Viktor rests on the couch next to his wife. He picks up the flyer sitting on the coffee table. "What do you make of this?" he asks.
"It's a good idea. I admit I'm a bit jealous of the kids getting to do it. That's something I wish I'd gotten to do when I was a teenager. It might have solidified my career path, you know? Maybe if I'd had an experience like that to look back on, I would have remembered what I loved about teaching when I needed to the most." Isis sighs. No matter how hard she tries, some things are just reminders of how different her life could have been if she hadn't fallen pregnant at 18. This is one of those things. Suddenly, Isis snuggles a little closer to Viktor, needing a hug.
It's not that she doesn't enjoy her job as a tutor, but sometimes she feels like a failure for completing her degree online. For not being able to face the fear of the scrutiny of others, and so avoiding having to see other people to finish her degree.
Would it have been as bad as she would have expected to come to school every day? Goldman had been, in general, a well-liked professor. Would other students and faculty have blamed her for his death at the hands of the police?
In some ways, she's glad she never stuck around to find out. And yet...
She sighs again, then smiles. "What do you think? I hope the kids have fun."
She must focus on them now. Julian, Hadassah, and Yuri are her life.
"I did, you know," Viktor shares. "It was part of my Family Studies course. We visited a local elementary school and got to do some classroom assistance. It was great to have all those kids climbing all over me." He laughs, remembering. "I helped in a first grade class."
He receives his wife's snuggles. "How are you doing, in general? You seem a little distracted lately."
Isis smiles at Viktor's story, but then she pauses to think at his question. "I don't know," she finally admits. "I mean, everything should be fine, right? It's been years since... but I feel jumpy lately, and not safe until everyone is home, and I don't know why. And I'm frustrated because I feel like I should know why... like I'm missing something. Maybe it has to do with all the time Julian's been spending on the Internet lately, too. I mean, I know they know rules, but they are so young...I was 10 when we got ours, and mature for my age."
Viktor nods. "It's a different world in such a short time," he admits. "We didn't even have internet until I was in junior high. Our kids will never know the days of newspapers, pen pals, and encyclopedias. I will get on Julian's accounts tonight and check in. Is there anything else you would like me to help with?"
"I might need you to take me to the doctor. Maybe that's why I'm out of sorts. I'm not as sick as I was with Yuri, but I definitely feel different." She smiles. "What do you think?"
Viktor's eyes light up. "Are you telling me you're pregnant?" He jumps to his feet, pulling his wife by the hand. He wraps his arms around her and swings her in a circle. Her foot bumps the table in the hallway. "Oops! No more broken pictures today!" Viktor exclaims, steadying the frames on the table.
