Ghouls and Goblins
Travis
I heard a rumor when I got out of my meeting with the Originals this afternoon. According to a few sources, there was a totally hot blond chick running around the community with an exposed belly button and a very nice ass. Those guys hadn’t seen anything yet, and I kind of dreaded them seeing her in a bikini this summer.
I think Creed was also a little annoyed because one part of the rumor was that Carlson was hotter than Morgan fucking Rossi. I thought Creed would have been a tad relieved when the focus was taken off Morgan, but what did I know? I agreed though, my girl was for sure the most gorgeous, intelligent, kind, warmest, and bravest woman in the world. She was a goddamn warrior, a fucking queen, and also a warm and loving goddess. She was also magic because she made a man with a broken dick suddenly walk around eighty percent of the time with a fucking hard on. All it took was someone mentioning her name and my dick stood at attention, painfully I should add. I couldn’t get enough of her, I could have lived in her bed for an eternity. That meant I was soon to call my doctor and ask if there was a Viagra opposite pill. I needed better control and prayed that would happen soon.
I didn’t know if these were the happiest days of my life, or if they would somehow become even better with time. I knew that was possible with Wrenly back in my life. I would get on my knees and beg God to please let Wrenly love me half as much as I love her.
The Originals were right, I was becoming a different man. Maybe the man I was meant to be before I let my life go to shit. Or maybe I’m the man I was meant to be before Uncle Tony died. The man he hoped I’d be, and suddenly I find that sad. Tony might have shared my dad’s exact DNA, but he technically wasn’t my father. My dad died two years ago, I’ve known about it for a month, but his death is something that rarely crosses my mind, but I grieve Tony every single day. Biologically, dad and Tony were both my fathers, only it was my dad that did the deed with my mom to create me. That’s all he did, because Tony was my dad in all the ways it counted.
When dad and Tony were in college, they wanted to earn some extra cash. They signed up for a twin study, where they did things like DNA testing to start, then it was some blind tests. Things like how similar their answers were when asked questions. How close they resembled each other when they did things like running and swimming. They wanted to know how two people who shared the exact same genetic makeup and were raised in the exact same environment could end up leading such different lives. It was amazing to learn how alike they were in some things, like facial expressions, the way they walked, their handwriting, etc. But their differences were very big in other things, like their taste in women, their career choices, their grades, and their hobbies. Dad played basketball, but Tony was a quarterback in high school and college. Dad liked girls who were smart and focused on their grades, but Tony liked athletic girls who didn’t always get good grades, mainly cheerleaders. Let’s face it, Tony went for tits and ass and couldn’t care less about brains, while my dad went for blonde’s and brains.
I was a mixture of both of them. I liked basketball and football. I liked Wrenly and she was brains with nice tits and ass. Obviously, I took after Tony in my career choice, but I liked science. Dad was a meteorologist and all. Tony was a cop that was also a member of SWAT.
I don’t know, I guess I always felt so alone in this world that I kind of felt like I needed to find every reason why my dad never loved me, but my uncle did. Their genetic connection made it confusing for me. Tony was biologically my dad and that did give me some comfort. At least if we would have taken a DNA test he would have been my father.
Anyway, yes, I’m a different man. That’s because of Wrenly. She has proven over and over again that she always loved me unconditionally. I hadn’t felt or accepted that since Tony was alive. I should have felt it years ago with Wrenly, but my brain was too scrambled to accept it.
If Wrenly is pregnant, it means Tony would biologically be a grandfather. His DNA will be passed down to a child, and that tugged at my emotions. For her sake, I hope she’s not pregnant. I hate the idea of her being pregnant against her will. We were drugged and fucked up, but I’d still love that child and welcome it into loving arms regardless. I had one question though. Why did some people fuck out in the open, but Wrenly and I had the sense to find a closet? We were aware enough to make the choice of privacy, but not birth control? I had a condom in my wallet.
If she is pregnant, I don’t know if I should feel guilty or not. We could have just did it the one time and cross our fingers she didn’t get pregnant, but her idea of making new memories to replace the one we couldn’t remember was dumb as hell. All we did was raise the chances. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I did participate and knew what the hell I was doing.
Wrenly’s greatest fear is to mourn another baby. I didn’t want that for her, so if she’s not pregnant I may eventually consider a vasectomy. Yes, I’d love to have kids, but I love Wrenly more and would be perfectly fine if I was never a dad. It’s not a requirement in my life.
One thing I’ve worried about is how I would react to the news no matter what it was. The idea of a pregnancy grew on me, especially since I realized that I’m half Tony and half my mom. It didn’t matter that Robert was the sperm donor. What mattered was that Tony’s genetics and the memories I had of him could live on. Well, that and the idea of a miniature Wrenly running around was also exciting.
I pulled into her driveway a little earlier than expected. I was excited to see this adorable belly button and great ass I heard about today. They also said something about a funky sweater and some makeup. I needed to see what that was about, because Wrenly was always a total geek about the holidays.
When I walked in the door, the aroma of garlic greeted me, then it was a little bark that surprised me. I knew she was going to foster, but she hadn’t talked much about it in the last few days. I took off my boots and as I did that, I heard footsteps. A smile formed on my face when I looked up and saw one hell of a sexy witch walk out of her bedroom.
“Hey there.” She smiled as she held a little puppy that was cute as hell, but I had to laugh.
“What the hell is that?”
She bit her bottom lip before she answered. “The cutest little pumpkin ever.” The puppy barked and I chuckled again. He was wearing a little pumpkin costume and even had a tiny stem for a hat. “I ordered it when I found out he would be coming home on Halloween.”
I slid my boots to the side then made my way over to her. My hand rested over her cute little exposed belly button as I pecked her lips. “You’re way too cute and gorgeous for your own good. What are you supposed to be?”
“I’m kinda a witch.” She batted her long fake eyelashes, and I chuckled.
“What am I smelling?”
Wrenly didn’t need to cook, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
She smiled up at me. “Chicken Alfredo, and baby boy here helped.”
“Oh, did he now?” I gave the cute little guy a scratch on his head. “What’s his name?”
She shrugged. “I thought I’d wait for you to name him.”
I paused. “He’s a foster puppy, they’re already named.”
She bit that damn bottom lip and I knew right then she did exactly what I suspected. “You paid ten grand for a fucking dog? Wrenly, you haven’t even bought a car yet.”
She bit her lip again and batted her fake eyelashes. “I ordered my car, and that counts. Plus, he will be a trained operative who will protect me on missions.”
The fuck if that wasn’t a good point and she knew that would win me over. Shit, ten grand for a dog, though? “Fine, it’s your money and I have absolutely no say, but ten grand? Never mind, that’s your business, and he is cute.” I continued to scratch his little head.
“Stop, you’ll knock his hat off.”
I continued to do it, then ran the other direction. She put the puppy down and chased me, but of course, these days I always let her catch me. She tried to tickle me, but I over powered her and we went to the floor. The puppy came over and was licking her face as I held her hands down over her head.
“Ewe, he’s extra slobbery.” She tried to spit but made a zerbert sound. The puppy barked and we both watched as he bounced around and tried to play with us. I had to admit, the little shit was pretty damn cute.
We both laughed as we watched him, then I looked down at Wrenly. “That was a lot of money to spend, Wrenly. I could have asked for a favor, but since you didn’t come to me, you’re out ten grand. So, maybe that means you deserve a good spanking tonight.”
She didn’t laugh.
“We can’t, I’m on a little break from all the sexy stuff.”
I grew concerned. “You don’t like it?” Shit, maybe we were moving too fast.
“We’re in the clear, Travis. I got my period today.”
I wasn’t expecting my heart to sink, leaving me unsure what to say. Instead of saying anything, I lowered my head and rested it against hers. “How do you feel about that?” I asked.
She let out a sigh. “I don’t know. I felt relief at first, but then I thought about it more and maybe deep down inside I was disappointed. I don’t want a baby right now, but that disappointment gave me a tiny bit of hope that maybe someday. I don’t know. How do you feel?”
I pecked her lips. “The same as you. I’d like to be a dad someday, but I’m not ready and maybe I won’t ever be ready. If it doesn’t happen I won’t be crushed, I feel fulfilled in this life, especially after you came back into it.” Okay, so maybe the vasectomy was off the table after what she just said.
“A child won’t make or break us?” She asked.
“Nope, but I think maybe you’ve given us a taste of parenthood, your little pumpkin is awful quiet right now.”
“Shit!” She jumped then tried to push me off her. I laughed as I rolled to my back, and she took off running. Damn, I felt better. That conversation went much better than I expected, but then again, I was oddly disappointed.
“No! Not my only pair of Jimmy Choo’s! They were second hand, and I’ll never find another pair like them!” She screamed.
I made a mental note to ask Morgan to help me order a new pair. I had no fashion sense, but she knew it all. Years ago, I never could have dreamed of the life I could give Wrenly, and hell, for all I knew she had no idea exactly what all I could give her. Damn, I’d spoil her until the end of days if she’d let me. Still wouldn’t have paid ten grand for a dog, though.
I heard her toss the shoes in the garbage then coo at the puppy, saying how she forgave him already.
“Travis, dinner’s ready. The trick or treaters will be here in about an hour.” She called out to me.
I looked up at the ceiling and thanked God for the life I was living. Everything felt fucking perfect.
Right on time, the doorbell rang. Wrenly got super excited and had a pumpkin bowl sitting at the front door filled with candy.
“Twick you!” Addie squealed when Wrenly opened the door. Suddenly, I had a flying monkey in my arms. “Uncle Twabis! I a evil monkey, like Niko!”
I squeezed her little body in a hug. “I can see that, Kiddo.” I looked down and saw Niko was also a flying monkey and Melissa was dressed up as the wicked witch of the west. Following behind them was Creed helping Morgan up the sidewalk.
“Oh, there’s the scariest costume yet. What’s your dad supposed to be tonight?”
Addie pushed back as she sat on my arm and tilted her head in confusion. “He just da big guy.” She shrugged.
“Where’s the candy?” Melissa shouted out. I looked down at her and tried my hardest not to laugh. I wouldn’t dare ask her why she chose the wicked witch instead of…never mind. I couldn’t even think it without feeling guilty. Dammit, I was going to hell. Then I saw another figure and almost dropped Addie. I felt Wrenly grab on to me and I had to slowly let Addie down.
“Shut up.” The deep voice said, and I thought for sure it was the last moments of my life. “It’s me proving I’m mature.”
There Drakos was in a pair of very tight shorts with suspenders, long socks and a pair of ugly brown dress shoes. A rainbow shirt with a round white collar was tucked into the shorts that gave him a fucking moose knuckle. He was also carrying a huge ass sucker. Drakos was dressed up as a fucking Munchkin, and even had his hair greased down with one curl on his forehead. I could feel Wrenly’s nails digging into my arm as we stood there in either shock or close to death from not breathing, afraid if we did we would laugh to death.
“I told him I’d forgive him if he grew up and acted like a dad. He’s pretty dedicated and even wore the costume I bought him.” Melissa said
I was looking at an almost seven foot Munchkin, but my eyes trailed down to the tiny green witch. That little woman really was evil. Slowly, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone.
“Don’t.” The giant Munchkin warned me as I pulled up my camera and hit record to make a video. I made slow moves in hope I’d not startle the beast. I noticed Wrenly was no longer next to me, but behind me with her face in my back. I heard her trying to breathe in and out slowly while trying not to laugh. It was obviously humiliating for Drakos, but it definitely said he had strong feelings for Melissa.
Melissa looked up at him. “Go on now, just like we rehearsed, but you better smile this time.” Melissa ordered.
“Oh yay!’ Addie ran over to stand with Drakos and Melissa, like they were just about ready to put on a musical.
Drakos growled. “ We represent the Lollipop Guild The Lollipop Guild, the Lollipop Guild And in the name of the?Lollipop?Guild We wish to?welcome you to Munchkin Land” He recited it in a deadpanned tone with no facial expression, and Addie sang along, but Melissa was fighting a full on laugh.
“Fu…” I caught myself before the word came out. “…perfect, thanks.” I turned off the video. Wrenly was whimpering behind me. I knew why she didn’t want to laugh, it was the same as me. He was proving his loyalty and devotion to the Munchkin green witch. Also, taking his punishment like a man. Oh my God, I was going to die if I didn’t laugh soon.
“Uncle Scott is a fucking dumbass that’s pussy whipped.” Addie announced and this time there wasn’t just gasps, but a screech that came from Morgan. “Daddy day doe.” Addie added.
“Ugh! Creed!” Morgan punched his arm, but he didn’t even flinch at that, but definitely flinched at Addie’s words.
“Dammit, Addie! You weren’t supposed to hear that! And of course, that’s the sentence you repeat perfectly?” Creed whimpered at the tail end of that question.