Orb's Year 937
Connor crossed his arms and glared at his father. "He didn't say anything. He just said he needed to move out. It's apparent to everyone why..."
Brand furiously waved his arms in the air, "And you'd believe it? You'd believe the worst of your own father!"
Brand's anger dissipated at once and the fight went out of him. This was the low he'd sunk to - not even his own son believed he hadn't shamed his brother's wife. "I'm sorry you feel that way," Brand said with sloping shoulders as he walked from the room.
There was no mistaking who he was. Dirk sighed heavily. "I believe him, but I can't come back. You know, I could still hear the echo of your Mother saying I wasn't worthy of being here, that I wasn't a true heir. I'm happier where I am now."
Connor clinked his glass against Dirk's. "Then let us toast to new starts!"
He just wanted someone to talk to him!
"You get her," Christa said, wishing to pull the covers over her head and elbowing Connor.
"No, you," he argued pushing her with his foot.
"I gave birth to her, the least you can do is see to her!" Christa mumbled sleepily.
Connor sighed heavily as he pulled his protesting from the warmth of the bed, grumbling about women and babies.
Dagmar was a nice girl & he'd been spending a lot of time with her at Gemma Grocer's parties. But, his heart wasn't in it. He just wasn't ready to fall in love again...
"Nice to meet you Velma," he said, shaking her hand for a moment longer than polite. He was just entranced! Perhaps she'd cast some gypsy magic over him!
It's a good thing she'd only agreed to go on this silly date to get someone else's attention!
Which was just as well, because Velma the gypsy had Edrick eating out of her hand!
Orb's Year 939
Dirk clasped his brother on the back and gruffly replied, "I know. And I, you."
Brand squeezed his eyes shut. "I wish you and my brother a long and happy marriage," he said tightly, hoping fervently that she would stop in her tracks outside his reach.
But still she came closer.
"I would have a good-bye hug as you have given the others," she said, stepping closer still.
Worriedly, she rubbed a hand on her stomach. She'd heard there could be complications for getting pregnant again so soon after birthing. She prayed everything would be well.
Connor grinned, "It certainly was. It's easy to forget how many families we have in our family tree."
"Ha, more like a family bush!" Ferguson joked.
Ferguson shrugged, "No, I haven't seen him since he came over here to bring out some drinks..."
Brand staggered a moment and then fell...
Rest in Peace Brand Taveryn, Orb's Years 891-939
Connor waited anxiously as Christa labored with their child. Another baby in the house would help lift the mourning gloom that had lingered since Brand's death.
Christa looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Something's wrong, Connor," she whispered as she clutched her belly.
But she was gone.
Rest in Peace Christa Taveryn, Orb's Years 912-939
Orb's Year 940
Connor just shrugged, picking at the sandwiches Ferguson had made. Christa had always cooked for them, he thought sadly. Now they lived on sandwiches and cereal.
Ferguson almost thought he'd reached his Dad, but then Connor had stood up and walked to his room. Ferguson heaved a sigh. He missed his mom.
"It'll be okay, kiddo," his uncle Edrick told him. "It's just going to take some time."
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Edrick asked her.
Velma smiled coyly. "I believe in the laws of attraction and I am pulled to you," she admitted. "And I do not believe in denying oneself pleasures. We are only young once, no?"
Ferguson gave up knocking on his Dad's door after a few minutes. He wasn't answering again. "Dad! I need your help!" he said desperately, hitting the door hard one last time. "I don't know what to do!" Angry and scared, he kicked the door and then jumped on one foot until the pain in his big toe disappeared.
"Cursed Orb!" Ferguson ranted, raising his voice at the crying babies. "What's the matter?"
Instantly, Giselle's face screwed up and she wailed pitifully as the puddle surrounding Heaven widened.
Well, it was apparent what bothered Heaven, he thought. A soiled diaper.