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Adam: Naturally, I'll start. As the first man—the literal blueprint for perfection—it's only fitting that I set the tone.
Welcome to the greatest blog you'll ever read. Why? Because I'm on it. Obviously.

Alastor: Ahaha! Ever humble, my dear Adam. Greetings, esteemed readers! Alastor here, your ever-charming co-host and devoted husband. Together, my Husband Adam and I shall enlighten, entertain, and likely horrify you—in that order.

Adam: Speak for yourself, Babe.
I'm here to educate, inspire, and remind the masses just how lucky they are to bask in the glow of my existence.

Alastor: Ahem. While Adam waxes poetic about himself—as he does—allow me to reassure you: this blog isn't merely a shrine to his ego. No, no—we'll share a delightful blend of musings, stories, and most importantly, tales of our precious little ones: our sweet Evelyn, now a curious 14 months old... and our newest bundle of chaos, Eryx!

Evelyn: *blinking like a startled fawn at the sudden attention*

Eryx: *blinks innocently as he doesn’t know what’s going on*

Adam: Obviously, the perfection continues. It's genetic.

Alastor: Aaand there he goes again.
But before we delve into delightful tales of domestic bliss (and the occasional disaster), let's lay down some ground rules, shall we?

The Rules of Our Blog

1. No Minors Allowed.

Adam: This is Hell. Not daycare. If you’re under 18, get out.

Alastor: Quite right! Some topics may be unsuitable for impressionable young minds. And by some topics, I mean most topics.

2. Be Respectful.

Alastor: Discourse and debate are welcome—encouraged, even—but rudeness will not be tolerated. I do have a reputation to maintain, after all.

Adam: Translation: play nice, or Alastor might rip your spine out. Me? I’ll just make you regret existing.

3. No Spamming.

Adam: We don’t care about your scams, your sob stories, or your pyramid schemes. Post garbage, and you’ll be dealt with.

Alastor: And by “dealt with,” Adam means I’ll creatively banish you. Do try to avoid it; cleaning up the mess is such a bore.

4. Don’t Talk About the Fruit🍎

Adam: One time. ONE. DAMN. TIME.

Alastor: Ahaha! Oh, come now, Adam. You did doom humanity. That’s quite the legacy!

Adam: And you’ll doom yourself if you bring it up again. Moving on.

5. Evelyn is Off-Limits.

Alastor: Evelyn is our precious little treasure, and she’s absolutely not to be mocked, insulted, or criticized.

Adam: She’s my legacy—my perfection incarnate. If you so much as look at her wrong, I’ll make sure your afterlife becomes a personal nightmare.

Alastor: Wait don’t you have Cain, Abel and Seth?

Adam: *crosses his arms* I don’t want to talk about it…

6. Keep Your Soul to Yourself.

Alastor: While I appreciate the enthusiasm, I’m not here to make deals. I’ve got enough souls to keep me entertained for centuries.

Adam: And I’m not interested. I’ve already been cursed once, thanks.

7. Stay On Topic... Mostly.

Adam: If I’m giving you wisdom, listen. Don’t derail it with nonsense.

Alastor: Although, a bit of creative flair is welcome! I do enjoy a good story or clever quip. Just don’t bore us.

8. Eryx is off limits

Adam: No one messes with my baby boy and lives to see the next day!

Alastor: *slightly around by Adam’s protective nature*

9. Dark Humor is Fine—But Watch Yourself.

Adam: We’re not your therapists, and we don’t want to be. Keep it funny, not pathetic.

Alastor: Well said! Clever wit is appreciated, but tasteless drivel? Why, that’s just embarrassing—for you.

10. Have Fun—or Else.

Alastor: This blog is meant to entertain! If you’re not enjoying yourself, perhaps the problem isn’t us, but you.

Adam: And if you’re going to whine, I suggest you leave before I block you into oblivion.

Adam: There. Rules laid out. Can we get to the part where I talk about myself now?

Alastor: Ahaha! Oh, Adam, you never stop. But yes, dear readers, dive in and enjoy. And remember: everything here is done with love, mischief, and just a hint of malevolence.

Adam: Mostly from me. You’re welcome.

Alastor: Ahem. Of course. Welcome, and enjoy the show!

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True Name: Evelyn Nickname: Evie Likes: Bunnies, toys, watching movies on the “talkies”, Adam, music Dislikes: Alastor (secretly), scary

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Little Miss Misery Posts List Evelyn’s Sickness Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Final Part

Birthdays and other Dates to Remember!

Adam: ??? (He doesn’t have a birthday)

Alastor: Born on Monday, January 1st, 1900. Died on Friday, October 13th, 1933 at the age of 33)

Evelyn: February 14th, 2024

Eryx: April 20th, 2025

???: Due September 17th (DOB subject to change)

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I guess Eris is adjusting a bit better than before, tho a bit more chaotic.

Alastor: I suppose she does fit her namesake after all…

Adam: *picks up sleeping Eryx and Eris* Yep. Our little chaos gremlin. Maybe we should take her to like a park or something. So she could burn off this energy.

Alastor: That’s a wonderful idea. Plus we do need to buy more clothing and more age appropriate toys for her. She’s too big for the baby toys Evelyn and Eryx play with.

Adam: Yeah… and we should look for a larger place to live.

Alastor: *blinks* Beg pardon?

Adam: I mean, a bigger space. We have three kids ya know. The suite is feeling a bit too cramp.

Alastor: I can have it magically altered to be bigger.

Adam: Yeah, sure… or we could start looking for… ya know… a place not in the hotel.

Alastor: *feels on edge* Adam…

Adam: It’s just a thought babe! Just… Don’t immediately disregard it.*lays Eryx and Eris down on the queen side bed* Okay?

Alastor: *holding Evelyn, who is nodding off* I… won’t immediately disregard it since you asked so nicely. It’s just more convenient and we don’t have to pay rent here. *lays Evelyn down and kisses her forehead* Time for nap-nap darling.

Evelyn: *makes a soft groan, clearly tired* no nap-nap.

Alastor: *gently but playfully* Yes nap-nap. It’s time to visit the land of dreams.

Evelyn: *doesn’t want to but is immediately knocked out and napping within the minute*

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Oh..

You guys look like you need more help than before.

Adam: I’m just out of practice. Having a few-week old who is physically a child is *yawns* exhausting.

Alastor: There was no warm up for her. She was born as if she had caffeine in her veins instead of blood.

Adam: *sits up and smacks his face* Okay. We gotta get up. It’s probably time anyways.

Alastor: Time for what?

A thud is suddenly heard from the background.

Adam: *smiling tiredly* Nap time.

Eris: *curled up around Eryx in the pillow fort she created, snoring just like Adam usually does*

Evelyn: *pokes her head out wondering if it’s safe now*

Alastor: Oh my sweetheart *picks up Evelyn* Did your baby sister frighten you?

Evelyn: *making baby noises and clings to Alastor*

Adam: Thank fuck for nap time. We use this time to — *immediately falls asleep, exhausted from chasing Eris around*

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Hi guys, how is everyone doing today?

Alastor and Adam: *completely exhausted*

Adam: I forgot how energetic kids can be…

Alastor: I thought we’d have more time before being outdone by our own offspring.

Eris: *hopping around hyper* RVOOM! RVOOM! I’M A PLANE! *breaking more things around the suite*

Evelyn: *hiding under a side table*

Eryx: *hiding under a few pillows*

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Eris: Lookie what I made!

Adam: Looks awesome Erie! Guess you watching those drawing tutorials really worked out huh?

Alastor: *cooing* This is well done for a two month old!

Eris: *smiling proudly*Yaw-some

Alastor: The word is “Awesome”.

Adam: Fuck that! Yawsome sounds cooler!

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Adam doesn’t even look up, arms crossed, tone locked and loaded.

Adam: Pop quiz. Your kid asks for a banana. What do you do?

Alastor: Oh, give them a banana.

Adam: …Okay. Clueless.

Alastor: I’m sorry?

Adam: If you give them the banana, it will be the wrong banana.

Alastor: *blinks twice* There are multiple incorrect bananas?

Adam: Try again.

Alastor: Then you allow them to select the banana themselves.

Adam: *scoffs* Do you have all day?

Alastor: …I fail to see—

Adam: Kids picking their own banana equals a time vortex. You just lost half a day of productivity. You should’ve known that.

Alastor: *eyes narrows, patience thinning* Sure.

Adam: Next.

Alastor: *exhales, forcing composure* Fine. You peel the banana for them.

Adam: Okay. Risky.

Alastor: It is a banana.

Adam: You just peeled it too much. Now it’s broken. You just started a meltdown.

Alastor: *stares, incredulous* A meltdown? Over fruit? What about peeling it just a little bit?

Adam: *crosses his arms like the letter X* BZZZ WRONG! You peel it too much, you’re the bad guy, now the banana is stupid. You just added 20 minutes to the meltdown.

Alastor: *slowly sets his drink down* The banana is… stupid. This is all stupid! …So what, precisely, is the correct answer?

Adam: *smirks confidently* You gotta think like a dad. You offer the banana. They refuse the banana. You threaten to throw the banana away. They scream for the banana. They eat the banana.

Silence.

Alastor just… looks at him.

Alastor: …But why?

Adam: Because that’s parenting..

Alastor: *rolls his eyes* …uh huh, sure…

As if on cue—

Evelyn: *toddles to the doorway* Nana!

Both of them turn.

She’s standing there in her little pajamas, hair slightly messy. Big eyes. Completely serious.

Adam: *without missing a beat, muttering* …Showtime.

Alastor: *quietly, to Adam* If this is a demonstration, I refuse to—

Evelyn: BABA! *points* NANA!

Alastor straightens, instantly composed, slipping back into his usual charm.

Alastor: Watch and learn my dear! I will be doing my own method *crouches slightly, all polished elegance* Of course, my dear. One banana, coming right up—

Adam: *snickers* Good luck.

Alastor turns, plucks a banana from the bowl, and presents it with a flourish.

Alastor: Voilà.

Evelyn stares at it. Her face scrunches.

Evelyn: No! *pushes it away like it personally offended her*

Adam: *leans against the counter, arms crossed, not even trying to hide it* Wrong banana 🍌 ~

Alastor; *eye twitches* It is… the only banana.

Evelyn: No! *stomps once like a impatient deer*

Alastor: Very well! You may choose your preferred—

Evelyn is already toddling toward the bowl.

She stands there. Stares.

…And stares.

…And stares.

Five full seconds.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Alastor’s smile is starting to strain.

Adam: *leans into Alastor ear* Time vortex~🎶

Alastor: She is evaluating.

Adam: You just lost ten minutes.

Evelyn: *reaches… hovers… switches… hesitates again*

Alastor: …Any day now, my dear—

Evelyn: No! *turns away from the bananas entirely, as if betrayed by all of them*

Alastor: *freezes*…I beg your pardon little lady?

Adam: *snorts* Keep it up~

Alastor exhales slowly, then tries a new tactic. He picks a banana himself and begins peeling it—carefully, precisely.

Alastor: There. Problem solved.

Evelyn: gasps in horror* BROKE!!

She points at the banana like it’s a crime scene and the meltdown hits. Immediate. Loud.

Alastor stiffens, visibly overwhelmed for the first time.

Adam: And there it is. You peeled it too much.

Alastor: I peeled it correctly!

Adam: Should’ve known that.

Evelyn: *now fully crying, tiny fists clenched, outraged at reality itself*

Alastor: *looks at Adam—actually looks at him—like he’s asking for help without saying it*

Adam: *sighs, pushing off the counter* Move.

Alastor: *hesitates… then does*

Adam: *crouches in front of Evelyn, calm, practiced* Hey. *whistles to get her attention*

Evelyn: *looks over, sniffles, still upset*

Adam: *holding the peeled banana* You want ‘nana?

Evelyn: No!

Adam: *nods, like that makes perfect sense* Okay then~ *stands, picks up the banana… and casually moves toward the trash* Guess I’ll throw it away then ~

Immediate shift.

Evelyn: NO!! *she runs over and grabs his leg* MINE!!

Adam: *pauses, glances down* You said ‘no’ Evie.

Evelyn: WAN’ IT NOW!!

Adam waits one beat. Breaks off a safe bit for her to eat, then hands it over.

She takes it. Sniffles. …And starts eating it like nothing happened.

Alastor just stares.

He looks at the banana.

Then at Adam.

Then at Evelyn, happily chewing like the past minute never existed.

Alastor: …But why? Why did that work?

Adam: *shrugs, already walking away* That’s just parenting.

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There is a sequel to this 🤣 and I can totally see Adam belting this out

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no wonder alastor went into a death coma, he had to birth a whole 5 year old kid

Adam: *reading the messages, snorting* “Whole 5 year old kid”—yeah, that checks out.

Alastor: *dry, adjusting his posture slightly as the child presses against him* I assure you, I have endured worse *pauses* Though not by much.

Adam: *side-eyeing him* Babe, You literally died.

Alastor: *pleasant smile* And yet I persist!

Eris: *perks slightly at the new voice tones—then freezes as the bread is offered. Locks onto it immediately. She curiously rumbles* …rr…

Adam: *cautious* Don’t—just hand it to her—

Too late…

Eris: *SNATCHES the bread bc—quick, sharp. Sniffs it once— then bites. No hesitation this time. Tears into it aggressively at first—then slows… chewing, figuring it out*

Alastor: *watching closely* Aww look dear! Age has your eating habits!

Adam: Hey! That’s all you! Especially after you hunt for deer and sinner meat!

Eris: *pauses mid-bite—then hunches over it, guarding*

Adam: *raising a brow* Yeah, okay kid, so food equals “mine forever.”

Alastor: *thoughtful* A survival response.

Eris: *keeps eating—less violently now, more focused*

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Again, you're probably going to have to give her time to adjust. But it would probably be a good idea to get her some help, too, just in case.

Also, what's her name going to be?

Alastor: Well we had discussed some names, but I don’t believe they would fit our newest member of the family.

Adam: Yeah… honestly I feel like naming her after that one chick who’s about discord and chaos. What was her name again?

Alastor: Eris? The Goddess of Chaos and Discord?

Adam: Yeah! That!

Alastor: Hmmm I’m not opposed to the suggestion. *shrugs* Eris it is then. Welcome to the family Eris.

Eris: *starts making bitting motions and nom-nom noises*

Alastor: I believe our little Eris here needs some food.

Adam: …Do we.. just let her hunt or…??

Alastor: *glares but actually was wondering the same thing himself*

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Well maybe with time and patience they’ll get the hang of things here.

Though how old do you think they are?

Adam: *walks over after putting the babies in their nursery and looks over the kid* I’d estimate… 5 years old physically?

Alastor: But why are they a child?

Adam: Girl. It’s a girl.

Alastor: Ah! Another daughter! That’s wonderful!

Child: *starts struggling and making more animal noises*

Alastor: We should find some clothes for her

Adam: and a diaper! Just because she’s the size of a child doesn’t mean she’s bathroom trained like one.

Alastor: Excellent point darling! *snaps his fingers and the struggling child was enveloped in dark shadows for a moment and the child is suddenly cleaned up and wearing clothes*

Child: *pouting up a storm*

Alastor: *chuckles* Look at how precious she is! And she looks like she’s gonna have road rage!

Child: *struggles even more, making angry noises*

Adam: *holding her out* Yeah, sure, whatever. Just like… what do we do with her now? She’s clearly not wanting to bond with us!

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Oh…. I.. Guess they’re not a fan of plushies… or any toys in that matter…

Alastor: Well… they are only 5 minutes old. They don’t know much about anything. Poor thing is running on instinct.

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* gives the child a plushie* Hello.

The Child: *looks at the plushie, sniffs it, growls* Rrrrr— *and proceeds to bite and tear at it like a wild animal*

Adam and Alastor: *stare in shock*

The child thrashes it violently, biting, clawing, shaking it apart like prey

Adam: …That was just a toy.

The hatchling keeps going—even after it’s destroyed

finally—they stops, panting, clutching the shredded remains to their chest.

The Child: *noticed Evelyn and Eryx, immediately hissing at them as they guard what’s left of their “first kill”.

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The Hatching

The egg gives one final crack—golden seams flaring bright before the shell bursts open

Adam: *shielding his eyes with one wing* Holy shit—!

Alastor: *staring, breath caught* …Oh my.

Inside the broken shell is not a newborn, but a small child—caramel skin, soft fawn-spotted deer ears, a little deer tail, golden wings trembling behind them, and tiny hoofed feet.

Their golden eyes open against red sclera, unfocused and frightened

The child looks at their hands, blinking hard as the room swims around them.

“Child”: *breathing faster, ears flattening …*

Suddenly, the reality of being outside the egg hits them*

Child: screaming in terror and pain AAAAAH—!

Evelyn: *startled, immediately begins crying* Papa!

Eryx: *wailing, reaching for Adam* Aaah!

Alastor: *panicking but moving fast* Why is it… they…crying?

Adam: *kneeling near the child, voice low* The kid’s overwhelmed. Kill the lights!

Alastor uses his shadow magic to turn out the lights in the room. And as the room dims, Alastor silences every trace of static around him

Adam: *softly, hands open* Easy, little fawn. You’re safe.

Child: *begins to try to run, but falls, having never stood up before.

Alastor: *catches them* Oh no little one. You’re not even two minutes old and you already want to be a troublemaker? *he boops her nose gently*

Child: *sobs fading into ragged breaths, leaning into them. Unknowingly curling into Alastor’s warmth.

Evelyn sniffles against Adam’s side. Eryx quiets, staring wide-eyed.

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better make sure evie doesn't start decorating her future sibling like an easter egg XD

Alastor: *holding the egg in his lap*

Evelyn: *toddles over with a curious look in her eyes* Ehhhggg!

Alastor: That’s right my little fawn! An egg! One that is incubating your younger sibling!

Evelyn: *climbs up on the bed and crawls to where the egg is resting in Alastor’s lap*

Alastor: *smiling warmly* Your sibling has been moving a bit. So Daddy and I are keeping an eye on it. Don’t wanna miss this little one’s hatching!

Suddenly the egg starts to budge.

Alastor: Hmm??

The egg starts to shake more.

Alastor: *surprised* Oh my— ADAM! GET IN HERE! IT’S TIME!!

Adam: (from another room) It’s time?! The egg is hatching?!

Alastor: YES! HURRYY! And don’t forget Eryx!!

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Adam: Pop quiz! Your kid’s got an earworm. Same song. Over and over. You’re about to lose your mind listening to it for the umpteenth time. What do you do?

Alastor: Ah. Simple. One removes the source of the irritation *gestures vaguely* The device, the record, the… whatever is producing the noise.

Adam: *immediately shakes his head* Wrong. You take it away, now you’ve got the song and a meltdown. Congratulations.

Alastor: *eye twitches* Then one… limits exposure. A reasonable boundary.

Adam: Nope.

Alastor: No?

Adam: They’ll just sing it themselves. And unfortunately because our children are still babies, they’ll sing that shit-off key. They don’t know any better.

Alastor: …Oh dear.

Adam: Yep.

Alastor: Then perhaps distraction? Offer an alternative—something more… refined.

Adam: Wrong again.

Alastor: How?!

Adam: You put on something else, now you’ve got a fight. They want a new song, they want that song.

Alastor: This feels… deeply unfair. Am I supposed to just endure it?

Adam: Yes, but there is more…

Alastor: *groans* Of course there is.

Adam: You endure it… and then you let them burn themselves out.

Alastor: …So the strategy is to… outlast the madness.

Adam: Yep.

Alastor: And participate in it.

Adam: Especially when they’re older and you can totally make it embarrassing by “getting into it” yourself. If you like something, the kid will immediately hate it.

Alastor: Sounds like a lot of work.

Adam: That’s just parenting.

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Adam doesn’t even look up, arms crossed, tone locked and loaded.

Adam: Pop quiz. Your kid asks for a banana. What do you do?

Alastor: Oh, give them a banana.

Adam: …Okay. Clueless.

Alastor: I’m sorry?

Adam: If you give them the banana, it will be the wrong banana.

Alastor: *blinks twice* There are multiple incorrect bananas?

Adam: Try again.

Alastor: Then you allow them to select the banana themselves.

Adam: *scoffs* Do you have all day?

Alastor: …I fail to see—

Adam: Kids picking their own banana equals a time vortex. You just lost half a day of productivity. You should’ve known that.

Alastor: *eyes narrows, patience thinning* Sure.

Adam: Next.

Alastor: *exhales, forcing composure* Fine. You peel the banana for them.

Adam: Okay. Risky.

Alastor: It is a banana.

Adam: You just peeled it too much. Now it’s broken. You just started a meltdown.

Alastor: *stares, incredulous* A meltdown? Over fruit? What about peeling it just a little bit?

Adam: *crosses his arms like the letter X* BZZZ WRONG! You peel it too much, you’re the bad guy, now the banana is stupid. You just added 20 minutes to the meltdown.

Alastor: *slowly sets his drink down* The banana is… stupid. This is all stupid! …So what, precisely, is the correct answer?

Adam: *smirks confidently* You gotta think like a dad. You offer the banana. They refuse the banana. You threaten to throw the banana away. They scream for the banana. They eat the banana.

Silence.

Alastor just… looks at him.

Alastor: …But why?

Adam: Because that’s parenting..

Alastor: *rolls his eyes* …uh huh, sure…

As if on cue—

Evelyn: *toddles to the doorway* Nana!

Both of them turn.

She’s standing there in her little pajamas, hair slightly messy. Big eyes. Completely serious.

Adam: *without missing a beat, muttering* …Showtime.

Alastor: *quietly, to Adam* If this is a demonstration, I refuse to—

Evelyn: BABA! *points* NANA!

Alastor straightens, instantly composed, slipping back into his usual charm.

Alastor: Watch and learn my dear! I will be doing my own method *crouches slightly, all polished elegance* Of course, my dear. One banana, coming right up—

Adam: *snickers* Good luck.

Alastor turns, plucks a banana from the bowl, and presents it with a flourish.

Alastor: Voilà.

Evelyn stares at it. Her face scrunches.

Evelyn: No! *pushes it away like it personally offended her*

Adam: *leans against the counter, arms crossed, not even trying to hide it* Wrong banana 🍌 ~

Alastor; *eye twitches* It is… the only banana.

Evelyn: No! *stomps once like a impatient deer*

Alastor: Very well! You may choose your preferred—

Evelyn is already toddling toward the bowl.

She stands there. Stares.

…And stares.

…And stares.

Five full seconds.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Alastor’s smile is starting to strain.

Adam: *leans into Alastor ear* Time vortex~🎶

Alastor: She is evaluating.

Adam: You just lost ten minutes.

Evelyn: *reaches… hovers… switches… hesitates again*

Alastor: …Any day now, my dear—

Evelyn: No! *turns away from the bananas entirely, as if betrayed by all of them*

Alastor: *freezes*…I beg your pardon little lady?

Adam: *snorts* Keep it up~

Alastor exhales slowly, then tries a new tactic. He picks a banana himself and begins peeling it—carefully, precisely.

Alastor: There. Problem solved.

Evelyn: gasps in horror* BROKE!!

She points at the banana like it’s a crime scene and the meltdown hits. Immediate. Loud.

Alastor stiffens, visibly overwhelmed for the first time.

Adam: And there it is. You peeled it too much.

Alastor: I peeled it correctly!

Adam: Should’ve known that.

Evelyn: *now fully crying, tiny fists clenched, outraged at reality itself*

Alastor: *looks at Adam—actually looks at him—like he’s asking for help without saying it*

Adam: *sighs, pushing off the counter* Move.

Alastor: *hesitates… then does*

Adam: *crouches in front of Evelyn, calm, practiced* Hey. *whistles to get her attention*

Evelyn: *looks over, sniffles, still upset*

Adam: *holding the peeled banana* You want ‘nana?

Evelyn: No!

Adam: *nods, like that makes perfect sense* Okay then~ *stands, picks up the banana… and casually moves toward the trash* Guess I’ll throw it away then ~

Immediate shift.

Evelyn: NO!! *she runs over and grabs his leg* MINE!!

Adam: *pauses, glances down* You said ‘no’ Evie.

Evelyn: WAN’ IT NOW!!

Adam waits one beat. Breaks off a safe bit for her to eat, then hands it over.

She takes it. Sniffles. …And starts eating it like nothing happened.

Alastor just stares.

He looks at the banana.

Then at Adam.

Then at Evelyn, happily chewing like the past minute never existed.

Alastor: …But why? Why did that work?

Adam: *shrugs, already walking away* That’s just parenting.

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Happy 1st Birthday to Eryx!

Daddy’s Little Rockstar!