While we know Ran is a hornball and Kitten is one damn patient woman, is it okay to request a drabble of them just being a ball full of fluff? Like couple fluff, with or without children 😂 just the rare sightings of our og babies not jumping on the bed 😳
Oh this sweet couple. I mean, Ran is almost always horny when it comes to his Kitten. He just wants to make it purr. But he also has some of the sweetest moments with her, and they love and adore their family and life.
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They’re All Babies
Summary: Ransom is thankful
Pairings: Ransom X reader
Rating: 🥺🥺
Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 950
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There isn’t too much you have to complain about your life. Especially once everyone is settled in bed. Ransom only barely returning after doing his final rounds to make sure everyone was snug and sleeping. Watching you brush your teeth to get ready for bed.
His large frame stands behind you, with just the most gentle of touches to your hips, and even more tender kisses on your exposed skin. There’s nothing sexual about this moment, it’s pure love and respect to you.
He knows that you had struggled a bit after Story, but three years later, and he saw the woman he was madly in love with completely back. Present in every aspect of your lives, and he usually wasn’t too far behind, just admiring every little thing you did.
Ransom had been strong and patient. Had been your rock and stepped up immensely. In some cases, became both the mother and the father, when you struggled to check back in. But you made it. Made it by yourself, but most importantly, as a couple.
Turning on some soft music, he turns you around just so he could dance with you. While his hands hold you with the softest touch, he has you pressed tightly against his body. Swaying the both of your bodies to the music, and his typical sinful mouth peppers delicate open mouth kisses on your skin.
“I never tell you enough, but I’m so thankful for you. So in love with you. Seven years isn’t enough,” you tilt your head to the side giving him better access, giggling a bit when his beard tickles your skin. “I’m serious, Kitten. I couldn’t do this without you.”
“And I couldn’t have done this without you,” Ransom finally leans back to peer down at you. Your eyes shining brightly up at him. “You’ve been my rock. The thing I never knew I wanted.”
“The thing, really?”
“You know what I mean. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”
“Yeah, you could. You deserve more than I can give you.”
“Lies,” you speak loudly, giving him your own soft kiss to his pouty face. “We’ve had our ups and downs from the beginning. But I love our journey to here. We’re both so thankful for each other, but also for this life we’re building. I wouldn’t change a thing, if I couldn’t have this life I have right now, Ran. You were worth all the tears, all the fighting, and growing. You were worth it all. And I know we love each other, because we fought to be here.”
The two of you have a moment of gazing into each other’s eyes. Memories of your life leading up to this moment flashing in your brain. There had been a lot of heartache, but more love, fun, laughter, love, and life. And he was worth every bit of it.
“You are my reason,” you wipe a stray tear off his cheek. Standing on your tippy toes to get give him a kiss on his damp skin. “Oh, baby, I didn’t want you to cry.”
“Yes, you did. You have your ways to make me feel whatever you want me to,” you lean forward, resting your head on his chest, “It only beats for you.”
“Don’t be cheesy, Ran.”
“Daddy.”
His hand drops off your hip, to rustle Story’s hair a bit. Pulling her closer to him, but she’s only worried about wrapping her hand around his ring finger. “Daddy, my bed is cold.”
“You can sleep with me and mama, Princess,” his hand coasts down your skin slowly, before bending over to pick up Story throwing her in the air with a melodic round of giggles. “I was about ready to tuck mama into bed anyways.”
Story lays in between the two of you, before crawling on Ransom’s belly. Pulling at the arm furthest from you, “Daddy, hold me,” her little head snuggling in tight to him, and you can’t help but beam at the sweet little interaction.
“Mama, I had…had, had a bad dream,” your baby boy walks clumsily into the bedroom. Crawling onto you, sniffling.
“Bladey, you’re okay. Mama is right here.”
“Kitten, we’ve got the world’s biggest daddy’s girl and mama’s boy.”
“Shh, they don’t stay this little forever look at Aster and Iris,” hearing that door creak open one more time, you see your oldest babies peaking their head through the door. “Is everything okay?”
“The pipes are making that creepy sound again, and I can’t sleep.”
“It’s hot upstairs,” Aster adds in. Jutting out their lower lips before you pat on the space in between you and Ransom. They don’t sleep in here too often, so when they do, it’s a big event.
“Madam,” Story clears her throat, twisting her head to look at you, “We all here. Can we watch a mobie?”
“I wanna watch a…a, a movie,” Blade agrees, his sweet self looking up at you, “It’ll help me for…forget, forget the nightmares.”
“Kitten,” Ransom smiles over at you, “They’re only this little once. I could do with a bedtime movie night with my reasons.”
Nodding your head, the two of you lean towards the other, just a quick kiss, while your oldest three gag a bit, Story smiles up at you, “I’ll have my own prince one day.”
“Let’s hope that day never comes.”
“Daddy! The Princess of Boston has to have a Prince.”
“I’m marrying mama.”
“Iris is marrying James.”
“Aster is never getting married.”
Ransom has to shake his head, still trying to be positive, but sighs, “I don’t like this.”
You are such a tease about Story’s husband!!! I’m loving it, it is definitely a pick me up that I needed today. I want to ask what happens when EVERYONE has the flu because that’s what’s going on in my house right now.
Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better 🖤
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Quit Touching Me
Summary: The Drysdale's are SICK
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: yucky sickness
Warnings: Four sick kids and a sick Ransom, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 700
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Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.
"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."
He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.
"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."
"Don't want to."
"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.
Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."
"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"
You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."
Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.
"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.
"This really isn't that comfortable."
"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."
"Can I not just go get in my own bed."
"I really don't feel good."
"Would all of you just shut up?"
"Quit touching me."
"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."
"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."
You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."
"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"
"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."
"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."
"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.
"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.
I always have this What If in my head.. what if during that time when Ran and Kitten were still only co-parenting Ran find some woman, like i dont know he would took girls out to buy coffee and some lady would praise Icy&Azzie and maybe he would come back couple of times to that coffee shop and actually start to date her?? I know Ran and Kitten will always find their ways to be with each other, but maybe Kitten after seeing that the love of her life being with someone thats not her would trigger something in her and she will tell him sooner?
Oh my goodness! I love this, it's mean, but I do really love this. A bit of a slow torture. Yes, Kitten and Ransom will always end up together, but sometimes it's the journey that makes them turn out the way that they are now. So let's dive into this! Because it's only fair that if Kitten is dating someone, Curtis, that Ransom could be dating someone as well.
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Watching Your Kids
Summary: Ransom has a date
Pairings: Ransom X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2K
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“Nope, you come here,” Ransom grabs hold of Aster finishing getting her ready for gymnastics, while Iris sits calmly smiling at him. “You like tumbling, Az, you just got to stay still, so I can get you dressed.”
“More fun,” she giggles. As soon as Ransom’s hands are off of her, she does a quick somersault, while he works on getting Iris dressed.
“Dada sad?” Iris asks holding his face in both her hands. “Dada hurt?”
“No, Icy. Dada is tired.”
“No seep?”
“Nope. Dada hasn’t slept well since you were born,” she chokes out a laugh, while he slips on her shoes. Gathering their gym bag, he holds out a hand for both of them, “Alright, let’s see what Miss Hope is gonna teach you guys today.”
Ransom has a love hate relationship with gymnastics. He loves when you come and sit with him. Doing a quick exchange, before he comes to your apartment for dinner anyways. But some days it’s just him, the girls, the teacher, too many rowdy kids, and meddling mothers.
He can tell they talk about him a lot, because they’re always whispering and giggling when he’s here without you. He watches a bit longer as Hope warms the kids up, and an older mother slides in beside him.
“So what’s your story? You’re sometimes here with a,” her eyes drift to his fingers before back at his face, but he still stares at his daughter. “So she’s not the wife, and she doesn’t have a ring.”
“Is this going somewhere, ma’am?”
“Just trying to figure out the parent situations here. I’m like the president of the mothers. You and your…?” Ransom refuses to answer, because he doesn’t have the appropriate label. “Okay, the mother of the twins and you have not signed up for snacks.”
Finally he turns to look and her, and she’s nearly taken aback at his intense stare. His dark blue eyes beyond over this conversation. “Tell us when and what to bring.”
“So you’re dating? It’s just most of us,” she holds up her finger showing a wedding band, and Ransom loses all interest again. “Well, it sets a good example for the kids.”
“My daughters are loved and cared for by both me and their mother. That’s a great example.”
“She’s brought another man in here.”
“That would be her boyfriend.”
“So you are single?” as soon as Hope dismisses the girls, Ransom bolts to get them. Sliding their coats on, and thankful that he’s finished with that.
“Mr. Drysdale?” Hope asks before he can sneak out. “I saw Mrs. Perry talking to you. You don’t owe anyone an explanation on anything,” she smiles while the girls run to the floor, practicing more somersaults and splits.
“You’re doing a good job. None of the other fathers come here.”
“None of them went through what I did to get my daughters,” he grumbles, quickly looking away from her. “I mean, the girls, Aster and Iris really seem to like you, get along great.”
“Yeah, I’ll go to the park with you.”
Ransom’s mouth turns into a small O as he looks at the tiny gymnastics coach. Unsure of how or why the conversation veered in this direction. “Extra practice and everything.”
“What just happened?”
“I’m free this Saturday. And we can either meet there or you can pick me up. Let’s say around noon? And then after they play around we can take them to a movie or dinner, okay? Sounds great. I’ll see you Saturday,” she turns quickly walking into her office, while Ransom still stands there in shock.
“Dada! Go to mama’s now!” Aster shouts, finally pulling Ransom out of his thoughts. He nods his head, calling both girls over to head to your place for supper.
Still almost distracted by what Hope had told him when he walks in, and feeling a ping of jealousy when both girls run to Curtis with both arms wide. But more so when he scoops both of Aster and Iris up, and blowing raspberry tickles on their necks. “Your mom made pizza!”
“Yay!”
“Dada stay?” Iris asks peaking behind her to see Ransom, “Pitza nummy.”
Ransom looks over at you, and giggle reaching to get a plate. Like always Jake and Steve join, and you have your odd made up family until Ransom clears his throat.
“Do you mind if I have the girls this weekend? I mean, if you don’t have anything planned with them?”
“We were going to take them to the pumpkin patch,” you remind him. You notice how he tries not to roll his eyes. We, as in you, him, Curtis, Jake, Aster, and Iris.
“Can we do that Sunday? I have something Saturday. I have a thing.”
“Oh, you have a date?” you playfully ask.
“I think so.”
“Oh,” you respond quickly, and all eyes turn towards you waiting on a response. “Um, well…” thankfully the girls had retired to their bedroom for a bit of playtime before baths. Curtis lays a hand on your thigh and gives a little squeeze, “I don’t want you to introduce the girls to an I think so date.”
Ransom let’s out a chuckle at your uncomfortableness. More sure of himself with his next words, “They’re not being introduced. It’s their gymnastics teacher.”
“Hope?” your voice goes up an octave, and you just stare at him. “You asked Hope out on a date? Why?”
“Hope asked me on a date. No, she told me I was going on a date with her. I think it’s a date.”
“Fine,” you answer standing up, you gather the plates, nearly ignoring Ransom for the rest of the evening. You don’t miss Jake and Steve continuing to look at you, but it’s Curtis’ face that hurts.
“I need a shower,” you answer before you can even comprehend anything at the moment.
“That came from nowhere,” Jake answers, his eyes set on Ransom. “You just…have a date and you’re taking your kids.”
“Is it a date then?” Steve asks. “And she told you? She’s a very…matter of fact woman.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” everyone turns to look at Curtis, nearly gawking. “You should get out there and meet new people. Sometimes it’s just time to…move on.”
“Wait a minute,” Ransom grumbles at him. “Is there something you would like to tell the class? You’re falling aren’t you?”
“I just think, you’re standing still won’t make your move, but you’ll agree to someone asking you. It’s good. I approve. I like Hope. The girls love Hope, plus, I did have a surprise for her this weekend, and seeing how you’re going to have the kids, I can spring it on her. You’ll have fun.”
“What’s going on?” Jake asks looking between Ransom and Curtis. “It’s like I feel the testosterone radiating off of both of them. So much masculinity. Now Ransom, you and your cable knit, counter that.”
“I think you’re moving too fast. She’s not ready for something serious. You’re not serious.”
“People change. Especially when they’re in a healthy relationship.”
“And some people have children together, and they’re always in a relationship.”
“That was terrible,” Jake whispers to Steve. “That didn’t make any damn sense. Ransom is losing this. You just watch.”
“Aster, Iris, come tell your daddy goodbye,”
Ransom never turns his eyes away from Curtis, just gives him a long glare. Only looking away when both girls crash into him.
“No! Dada stay wit me. Hold you,” Iris makes grabby hands at Ransom and he picks both up.
“Mama got a big bed,” Aster adds in. Ransom looks over at Curtis with the biggest smile. “Seep wif mama tonight.”
“CC can scoot over.”
“This just got weird,” Jake adds his snippy commentary. Glancing over at Curtis who never flinches. “I’m about to sit in the shower with her.”
“Shut up,” Steve grouses.
“Dada stay, peas?”
“No, but I’ll see you tomorrow when mama brings you to the estate,” he gives them both kisses and hands them to Jake and Curtis respectively when him and Steve leave.
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Curtis crawls in the bed behind you, and immediately starts to softly kiss your shoulder. “Ten should do it tonight,” you turn to the side to look at him and he smirks.
“We gonna talk about it, or you going to hide in orgasms.”
“Talk about what?” you ask him, and he gives your shoulder a small nibble. “Curtis, what?”
“Fine, Little one what do you want?”
“To not think,” you answer very quickly.
“Now what do you need?”
This takes longer. You sit and think, knowing exactly what to say, but not wanting to admit it. “I need to talk.”
“What is the most important right now?” Turning around to look at him, you crawl into his lap, laying your head on his shoulders, and his hands move up and down your back. “I am okay with whatever you need or want. I am here for you.”
“I don’t like it.”
“What?”
“That,” you respond with a growl. “Ransom and Hope, and bringing my daughters on their date.”
“They go on dates with us.”
“That’s different. They knew you,” Curtis lets out a shot of air, and you realize how ridiculous you sound. “But that’s their coach. And…”
“What do you want from Ransom?” you give him a shrug, because it is definitely not something that’s fair to talk about with Curtis. “What do you need from Ransom?”
“Just him. And I’m sitting in your lap, and it’s not fair.”
He pushes you back to look into your eyes, “You do understand, I am fully aware that you are stubbornly in love with Ransom. I say stubbornly because you’re fucking around with me, literally. Letting that man get asked on dates, that he doesn’t want to go anymore than you want him too. You will not hurt my feelings when you decide you’re tired of me fucking you dumb.”
He gets a tiny giggle from you, but you still cling to his thick frame, “The only one that can stop him from dating, is you. But if you don’t want to try it out, then you need to let him go.”
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Ransom awkwardly walks beside Hope when the girls run off playing with Axel. Since the twins are no longer with them, so there’s no buffer. No conversation, and he can’t very well do what he did with you when the two of you first got involved. This is their gymnastics coach.
Thankfully for him, he doesn’t see you walking in the park. Curtis was right, and you had let the whole week pass, while you stewed bitterly at the fact that Ransom was on a date. On a date that Hope asked him on.
Walking past everyone until you get right on him, spinning him around, to pull Ransom down to your lips. At first he just stands there, but then, his hands pull you closer, before lifting you up to him.
Returning the kiss, and never wanting to let you go. Not even when both girls giggle at you. Iris even having a few tears in her eyes. Pulling back when Aster gives his leg a smack. “What was that for?”
“The only person I want you going on dates with is me. I don’t want to date anyone but you. I don’t want to play these stupid games. I know what you said, but I’m not waiting on you to make a move. I’m telling you that you’re who I want to be with. I want to live together with our girls, and I want to give you more babies. Enjoy every second of this life with you. And I know we got work to do, but you’re worth it. We’re worth it. Ransom, just…” not able to finish your sentence or train of thought, due to the fact that Ransom slots his lips against yours.
“Told you Tucker!” Hope screams. “Where’s my fifty bucks? Stupid idiots in love. By the way, I’m going to leave, so make sure you’re watching your kids.”
Harlan passing away so peacefully has me in all the feels 😢 do my eyes deceive me or is there another little one - Lucy Drysdale?? 👀
Harlan deserved a quiet and peaceful passing. Around the people he loved the most too! It's also why Story took it so hard. Out of ALL of the grandchildren, she was closest to Harlan. Harlan fed her imagination. You found an Easter egg. Listen that was going to go up for December 5th for the 12 Days of Christmas....but I like leaving little hints now and then. Do you realize how hard it is to include a child that hasn't even been introduced yet? I did have some other clues that there was a fifth. At the Christmas party when Story got the necklace from Carter, Ransom’s hand was resting on Kitten’s belly. Every time Kitten was going to the school she was taking Lucy. There are a few others...but I’ll let you see if you can spot them.
5 Drysdale Kids
Summary: Merry Christmas Ransom Drysdale
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: FLUFF
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, mild language, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 787
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Taking a deep breath you hand the little box to your husband. He gives you an odd look before pushing it back into your hands. “It’s not Christmas yet.”
“Just open it. I promise you’ll love it,” you beam up at him. He stands there just holding the box before he starts unwrapping the paper. His eyes stay only on you, narrowing his vision as he tries to decipher what it is that you got him. Finishing pulling off the paper he continues to watch you, unsure of what gift you could have given him. “Look at it when you open it, baby.”
Ransom slowly pulls the lid off, still not turning his eyes away from you, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head. Once it’s open he looks down to see the positive pregnancy test. Smiling through his tears he looks back up at you, “This better be yours and not our daughters.”
“Ransom Drysdale they’re thirteen!”
He bites his lip, and let’s those tears finally fall down, “It’s yours?” you nod yes with the biggest smile. “We’re having our fifth?”
“We’re having our fifth, baby,” he picks you up, and starts bouncing with you in his arms. Stopping as soon as he starts, to press a hand against your belly.
“I’m sorry my little nugget,” his dark blue eyes just wander around your face, “How long?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure. Not that we’ve been careful. I went to the doctor,” his face falls as he glares at you. You knew he’d be pissed, but you wanted to make sure you were pregnant so he wouldn’t get upset. “Twelve weeks.”
“I knew you were looking different. These pretty tits of yours were looking real full.”
“Shut up.”
“We’re having a baby,” you nod your head, bringing his mouth closer to yours, before giving him the sweetest kiss. “We’re having a baby!”
Ransom almost cannot contain his excitement. His body bubbles over with excitement while all of your babies sit on the couch in front of you. Story’s hand holds onto Blade’s and she leans over on him, and your little man gives a hard blink behind his glasses before pushing them up his nose. “I’m nervous.”
“Bladey, there’s nothing wrong,” you say soothingly. Your hand resting on Ransom’s lap, but your sweet baby isn’t convinced.
“Then tell us. Dad, why are you so...happy?” Ransom tries to turn his face down as he looks at his mini me. “Go on.”
“Your mom and I have some very important news, well happy news. The best news.”
“We’re buying a real castle?” Story asks piping up from Blade’s shoulder, but it goes back down when Ransom shakes his head no.
“We’re going to Hawaii for vacation?” Aster asks, again more shakes of no.
“I get to go to the NASA Space Camp this summer? Well, that would just be for me,” your only boy is so cute when he talks about NASA, he’ll get to go, and you as a family will be staying close by while he’s there.
Iris softly smiles when she notices where her dad’s hand is resting. Her eyes glimmer with the tears. You give her a nod, and she stands up to hug you. “I don’t...don’t, don’t get it,” hearing the nervous stuttering in your son’s voice makes you want to shout what the news is.
“You’re getting your fifth,” Iris cries, wrapping her arms around her dad.
Aster’s head slings back on the couch, Blade gives you a big smile, but Story pouts, “I won’t be the baby anymore? This is horse shit.”
“Story Rose Drysdale!” you try not to laugh, letting her know that, that kind of talk is not prohibited.
“Story book, you’re always going to be my itty bitty baby, okay?” Ransom’s hand reaches out to Story who skips to her dad’s lap. You can see the wheels turning in Aster’s head, and you’re almost concerned with what she’s going to say.
“This happened when you went on that weekend getaway!” she shouts her eyes squinting at you. “I told you two to practice safe sex. You lied.”
“Angel, you know I’ve been begging for my fifth for awhile.”
“I just don’t know what to do with you two. Jumping on the bed with every chance you get. Are you happy?” turning to look at your husband, you bring his face to look at you. The pure joy in his eyes lets you know that without a doubt you made the right choice. Still looking at one another you both nod. “Well, okay. This is the last one right?”
“Maybe.”
“Ransom Drysdale! You’re getting fixed, this is it, baby.”
“But...”
“NO!” you all shout at him.
“Fine, fine. I’m settling at five,” he gives you another kiss, while Story plays with his wedding ring. “I love you Kitten.”
In the DA AU, will you be writing more about Anders? Do kitten and Ransom talk about him with the children? 🥺
Oof, you're trying to make things painful, huh? Yes, they do talk about Anders. I'm going to have a special in December, The 12 Days of Christmas with the Drysdale's and there will be a part that features Anders, but let's discuss Anders. This is not necessary to read. PLEASE READ ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS!
Anders Beckett Drysdale
Summary: Ransom and you celebrate and mourn
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: Fluff and then Explicit
Warnings: Blood, MISCARRIAGE, aftermath of a miscarriage, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.4K
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Blade kisses your belly over and over again, while Ransom just giggles at him, “Buddy,” he tries to pull him away, but Blade continues issuing his kisses, “Buddy, mommy’s got to go to the bathroom.”
“Baby,” he points at your belly, giving you his big snaggle tooth grin.
“Yes, I got a baby in there,” he gives you more and more kisses, and you laugh, just dragging him along with you, “Bladey, can mommy go pee,” with a final smooshy kiss on your belly he lets you free, and tries to continue the kisses when you come back out. You pick him up and start pressing kisses all over him, his belly laughs reverberating through the townhouse. “You can’t kiss there all the time, buddy.”
“My baby.”
“Yes, Bladey, they’ll be your baby. You’re going to be the best big brother. Come on, let’s get your sissies, we’re going to see your baby.”
“Every time I see you there’s more children,” Dr. Fisk tells you, while Ransom helps you up on the exam table. His other arm holding on to your little man. “So, what do you think we’re having.”
“Baby,” Blade answers proudly pointing at your belly.
Throwing her head back Aster groans, “Not another boy.”
“Blade is cute, Azzie.”
Dr. Fisk giggles moving around the wand, Blade gasps putting his hands over his mouth when he hears the heartbeat, “Right there’s the baby. See their head,” you point, and Blade’s eyes only get bigger. Iris steps closer to you, but your ever dramatic child Aster sits idly.
“Iris, what do you think you’re having? Can you tell?” the doctor asks her, and she shakes her head no. “You’re having another baby brother.”
“Kitten, what are you thinking for names? I know you’ve been thinking,” Ransom’s lips kiss on your shoulders, his hands rubbing over the baby bump.
“Well, we have Steve and Harlan in one name. I think it’s only fair...I want him named after Jake,” you spit out quickly and Ransom chuckles. “What?”
“We’ll name him Jake Jensen Drysdale then,” you laugh. “No, how were you thinking of naming him after Jake?”
“His middle name, Anders...but, you don’t think it’s too close,” you can’t look at him, you’re afraid he’ll hate the name. Reminding him of Andy, and you couldn’t fathom Ransom not being able to say his son’s name. “It means brave.”
“Kitten, it’s perfect,” he gives you another kiss. “Do you remember?” you look at him confused. “That night by the creek. Using the cold water to create cold chills on your body.”
“Why are you even bringing that up?”
“I’d kiss up your cold skin, warming you with my lips, wanting you to feel every part of me. Then I sunk into that tight cunt of yours...”
“Ransom, we’re naming our baby, and you're over here talking about sex beside a creek.”
“I’m getting to it, woman,” he covers your mouth with his hand, “I look up meanings to names, too. I wanted something about a river, a creek, or brook, or something,” you swipe your tongue up his hand, “You’re disgusting. I got better uses for that tongue,” leaning forward he gives you a filthy kiss, a kiss that’s too hot for the conversation at hand. “Beckett.”
“Huh?” you awkwardly answer, still entranced by his mouth
“Beckett. It means dweller by the brook,” you smile up at him sweetly. “I watched my cum leak out of you that night. Fingered it right back in you.”
“Such a sweet moment ruined by your horny ass.”
He deeply laughs, issuing a soft kiss to your lips, “Gotta keep you on your toes pretty girl.”
Your eyes flutter awake, you let out a pained breath rubbing along your stomach, “Ran,” you squeak out, only for him to groan a bit. The moonlight giving just enough light for you to see the sticky blood soaking the bed, “Ransom! No. No, oh god, no.”
He jerks back, feeling the mess on himself, and one glance down at how soaked the two of you are, “Kitten,” your voice cries and screams at the same time, feeling a wave of unbearable pain rush over you.
“Your mom, she’s closest. I gotta,” another scream, exits your throat, and Ransom dials his mom quickly.
“She’s...we need...can you watch the kids?” his eyes keep flicking between your face and the deep crimson spot on the bed, his own body covered in it.
“I’ll be right there,” Linda didn’t hesitate. She heard the fear in his voice, the pain in your cries. When she pulls up, Ransom is walking you out to the car, as fast as possible, barely telling her a thank you. When she opens the door the bedroom, she slams her hand on her mouth. Unable to breath or remove her eyes from the bed.
“Bebe?” Iris rubs her eyes, walking down the hall, and Linda closes your bedroom door quickly. “Where’s mama and daddy?”
“They had to go to the doctor. Let’s get you back in bed,” she reads the little girl that she struggled so much to accept as her own a story. With each word, Iris will stare up at her, giving her a sweet smile, when Linda glances down. For too long Linda tried to push the child away, but seeing her not even realizing the mess down the hall, Iris is so content, so loving, and she decides Iris is Ransom’s. Her little head collapsing on Linda’s lap, and she brushes back her hair. Picking up her phone she lands on Frank’s number, “Frank?”
“Linda it’s 3:00 in the damn morning.”
“Ransom...he, he...he took Y/N to the hospital,” her hand holds onto her mouth as she cries.
Frank sits up quickly, “What’s wrong? Linda? What’s wrong?”
“There's blood...everywhere. I don’t think...he’s not...I gotta get them a new bed. New carpet. Frank, it’s everywhere.”
Dr. Fisk shakes his head no at you and Ransom, and you lose self-control. Tears roll down your cheeks, you grip tightly to your bump. Anders’ no longer moving, no heartbeat detected. And Ransom holds you tightly, his own tears wetting your shoulder. Of all the pain you had been through in your life, nothing prepared you for this pain. Knowing when you woke up in the pool of scarlet that it wasn’t good. And the only words that come out of your mouth is a repeated, “Nononononononono.”
Your voice hoarse from the tears you’ve cried, your feet drag through the door of the townhouse, Ransom’s hand firmly in yours as he guides you in. You shake your head no at him, because although your tired, you can’t look, can’t see. Knowing that it’ll look like a massacre, but when you open that door, and see that it’s pristine and clean, you collapse to your knees, “He’s gone. Ransom our baby...he’s...” Ransom falls to the floor with you holding your body as tight to him as he can get it, while he rocks you back and forth. The two of you in an odd time loop of being numb and feeling an aching pain.
Ransom gets enough strength to lift you up, carrying you to the bed, and the two of you exhausted from the lack of sleep, let your tears and whimpers lull you to sleep. In your world of pained dreams, Linda brings the kids back, but seeing the two of you, gathers them back up to take somewhere else, but you heard it. That sweet little whining, “Mama,” from your baby boy. The boy that made it. He had never been away from you, and his pitiful cries for you, make you yearn for nothing more than your babies. Running out of the room, Linda has no words, but those babies cling to you. Blade holding on so tightly no one could pull him away.
“Baby,” he tries to smile, and you cry again. “No cry.”
“Your baby...” Turning you see Ransom emerge from the bedroom. “He’s gone.”
“No!” Iris cries, and Aster, clings tighter to you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Ransom joins your family circle, his hands and body trying to touch every one of his babies and you. “Thank you, mom. I’ve got it from here.”
I don’t even wanna know.. but like.. what happened to harlan🥺🥺
BOY!! You're really trying to break my heart! So, Harlan did pass of old age...
Tell Me A Story
Summary: Goodbye Harlan Thrombey
Pairings: The Drysdale's
Rating: Complete and utter sadness
Warnings: Death of a major character, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 780
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You knew it was coming, Harlan had been slowing down more than usual. His usual nickname of 'Ransom Blade' was just Ransom. Even your husband had refused to go into work. Staying next to his bed the whole time. "Ransom, where's the little Ransom?"
"You want me to go get him?" Ransom chuckles, fiddling with a Go stone.
"I want all of them."
You give Ransom a nod, and go to get all the kids. Iris nearly refusing to go in there. She just stood still with tears in her eyes, rubbing her big round pregnant belly. "Mama, I can't."
"You need to. You'll regret it."
"It's too much. I just can't," she begs you with her eyes, her head shaking back and forward. It’s been too much that she’s been through in less than a year, and you don’t want to push her.
"You're not a child, and I won't make you. But you need to say your goodbyes," Story holds tightly to your hand as the other kids walk in with you, except for Aster. She holds her hand out to Iris, who takes it in her own. Aster's hand presses up on the growing Posie, as she leads the two in.
Harlan just stares up at Blade. Your son, nearly grown. Taller than his dad, but the spitting image of him. "Ransom," Harlan chuckles. "you look just like your daddy, you know?" Blade laughs through his tears. "I'm so proud of you. You're going to do amazing things, but you've got to stay out of trouble. Okay?"
"Okay, grandpa."
"My feisty one," Harlan points at Aster, "So much of your dad's sass. Don't settle. You deserve the world. I remember meeting you and Iris for the first time. Such beautiful babies. I hadn't seen one in so long. Your daddy was so happy and proud. You two saved his life," he looks over at Iris, tapping the side of his bed for her to come closer, "My sweet angel," holding his hand up against her bump. "You'll see him again. Death couldn't keep that boy from you. You're going to be an amazing mom. You had the best teacher. I have always looked at you as mine. You protect that baby, like your daddy protected you."
"I love you grandpa," Iris responds through her tears.
"Kitten," he laughs looking at you. "Thank you. For my Ransom, for my grandkids. You saved all of us. You showed a broken man what love was. Gave him the life he wanted and all the kids he could ever want. Where's my little one?" she peaks her head out from behind you. "Stay you're crazy and conniving self. Ransom, son, I haven't told you enough, but I'm proud of you. Proud of the man, husband, and father you’ve become. Keep them safe, love on them everyday, because life is too short. My sweet little dreamer," Story never staying too far from Harlan gets his hand pressed against her cheek. "Tell me a story."
"I can't," she cries holding his hand on her cheek.
"You have to. I want your voice to be the one that puts me to sleep."
Story clears her throat, looking at her dad and then at you, "Remember those baby dragons in the wall?" he nods his head. "They had magical powers. I thought they were to harm the castle, but they weren't. They're going to protect us once the mage is gone. They've been growing, and learning. Now that they can fly, they've left their nest in the walls, and they circle the castle. You hear them?"
"I do. Story, one day he'll come," he looks at her with a sad smile. "Don't always be looking for Prince Charming. You'll have your trials and tribulations, but the one that always sticks by your side, even if it's in the dark, that's the one. In the dark of the night, he'll be your light. You believe me?"
"I do."
"Finish your story, my little dreamer," Story continues to tell her tale of the protecting dragons, adding in her embellishments, still gripping tightly to his hand when his eyes drift close. You try to pry her hand out of his, but she just holds steady.
"I love you," she whispers, giving him his final forehead kiss, before going into Ransom's arms. "I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Okay, baby. I just need a moment with mom," you grab his hand, guiding him away from everyone. You know your husband is needing his own form of comfort. His own moment to melt into a carefree life of a child, and you have no problem with helping him cope.
Could we see a little girls night out/boys babysitting night? One of my favourite drabbles to re-read is when Ran and Steve are watching the kids and they overhear him saying he fucks his wife🤦🏻♀️😂 surely that’s not the only time Ransom put his foot in it, is it? -🦋
Haha!! These men, there's so many of them, but also so many little girls! And who else do you think is going to join them? So Ransom is trying to keep Iris and James, and then Aster and Carter apart. But then you have Emy and Story who have BIG personalities. Sammy and Blade, AJ and Cas, and then Kira.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
I Wanna Dance With Somebody
Summary: Girls night out
Pairings: The men x the kids
Rating: cute
Warnings: none 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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“No, no. Like this,” Emy leans her head forward furrowing her brow at Sam.
“Samuel, that is not how you pour tea for the princesses,” Story reminds him, and he tries again. Both girls nod their head at him, but he gets a tap on his leg from Emy when he holds his tea cup wrong.
“Pinky up,” as soon as his pinky goes up she quits her tapping. “Have you found a keeper of the keys?”
Story’s eyes look over at Sam, as she bats them quickly. “Have I?”
“What does that even mean?” she pulls out a ring of old looking keys and puts in in his lap. “That didn’t tell me anything.”
“You hold onto the keys to the kingdom,” he slowly blinks his eyes looking back and forth between the two girls. “This,” Story’s arms go up looking around the estate, “Is the kingdom.”
“Does your dad know you have these keys?” Story shakes her head no.
“Samuel! Will you be the keeper of the keys?” Emy shouts at him.
“Will you two leave me alone if I say yes?” with a hard single nod from both, he sighs, “Fine, I’ll be the keeper of the keys. But I’m gonna have to tell your dad that you have these.”
“I promise you, if you take one step closer...” Jake’s eyes go between Kira, AJ, and Cas, “You’ll leave me no choice!” he holds up his Nerf gun, cocking it and Blade takes another step forward, “That’s it!” he lurches forward and starts running after Blade. Sammy and Kira split ways, and Jake just fires randomly to anyone that he can hit. Jumping to shoot in AJ and Cas’ direction, and they start firing back.
Jake spins around, firing out Nerf bullets, and missing the majority of the time. Bucky leans his head from around the tree trunk, and then turns back to Blade and Sammy. “Okay, the idiot is going wild right now. I’m sure he’s about to lose some stamina.”
Blade peeks around the tree as well, watching his ‘uncle’, “You’re right. He’s doing that weird breathing. So I think Bucky should go that way, and Sammy and I should go this way.”
“You’re leaving me to fend for myself?”
“You’re bigger than us Bucky!” Sammy shouts, and Jake turns in their direction quickly.
“We don’t have a choice now. It’s every man for himself! Run!!” Bucky runs out behind the tree shooting bullet after bullet at Jake who gets shot every time. His body pretends to take every one before he falls flat on his back.
“You killed me Buck! All of you guys were...you were after me. We said no teams,” his head flops to the ground, but he’s dramatic, so his death is slow. He’s not finished, “How dare you. Kids after Bucky now!”
Ransom leaves Aster and Carter outside talking, while he roams the estate in search of Iris and James. “I’m going to kill them,” he grunts. Opening up every single door he can find. At the end of the hall he sees Iris jump out of a guest room.
“Hey Daddy.”
“Don’t hey daddy me, where is...?” James slowly steps out. “I hate girls night out! Get out there with everyone else or go have a tea party with Sam!”
“Where’s dad?”
“He went to go get pizza. Now, get out! I hate having teenagers and I hate girls night out. Do you two act like this with your mothers?” Iris shrugs but James nods his head. Looking at Iris he starts shaking his head no. “Go get shot by a Nerf gun.”
The men sit in the lawn chairs while they watch the older kids chase the younger ones. Not paying any mind on who is missing, “This is the way it should be,” Sam takes a long drink of the beer. “So where was the horny teenagers?”
Ransom scoffs, his eyes still burning holes into James Carter Rogers. “Quit doing that,” Steve hits him on the shoulder. “We have had to watch you and Kitten making out, at least they had the decency to go into another room. I have literally seen you pull her shirt out to look at her titties.”
“My titties,” Steve rolls his eyes looking back at the kids. “I just don’t want to think about your son copping a feel and playing tonsil hockey with my daughter.”
“What’s that?” Story walks up behind her dad with a box of popsicles, and Ransom just raises his eyebrows at her. “Copping a feel and tonsil hockey. It sounds fun.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Well can I try it?” Ransom shakes his head causing her to giggle. “Daddy! I wanna play tonsil hockey,” she stomps her foot but he still shakes his head no. “Can I play tonsil hockey with you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“What about with Bucky?” Bucky snorts throwing his head back, but Ransom still shakes his head. “What about with Carter?”
“Hell no!”
“So I can’t jump on the bed and I can’t play tonsil hockey?”
“No, you can’t do any of it.”
She hands him a cherry popsicle, going around to give each of the other men one, before turning back to him, “I’m gonna ask mom if I can play tonsil hockey with Carter.”
“Story Rose Drysdale! You come back here! Don’t you ask that...she’s going to ask Carter what it is,” Story pulls Carter down to whisper in his ear, and he stands back up, eyes wide looking at Ransom. “Does anybody want a daughter?”
Sam starts cackling, “You should have just told her it was...”
“Mr. Drysdale?” Carter asks with a jog walking over to them, “Um, Story she asked...well, you see, um...”
“Carter,” Steve responds laughing, “we know. I’m gonna put you out of your misery.”
“I didn’t tell her,” Steve flicks his hand for Carter to run off before squinting at Ransom.
“You could have put the poor boy out of his misery.”
“There’s too many damn kids here,” Sam sits up, his eyes had been randomly taking count of all of them, before he just stops. “You got some running over here, and then some over here. Ain’t none of these mine. And don’t you say it,” he looks at Bucky shaking his head, “This isn’t even all of ‘em. Ya’ll are fertile. Especially you,” he points at Ransom who only shrugs. “Is four enough?”
“Don’t go breaking my heart,” Bucky does a quick little shimmy staring down at the two girls who refuse to give up the mic.
“I couldn’t if I tried,” Emy and Story sing up at him. Both giving Bucky the biggest heart eyes.
“Oh honey, if I get restless.”
“Baby you’re not that kind,” the three continue to sing through the whole song. Bucky even grabbing a hand to twirl them around under his arm, while never missing a beat.
Sam grabs Aster’s hand and starts dancing with her. Kira already moving around with Blade, Jake, AJ, Cas, and Sammy. Steve looks over to Ransom, “I’m not dancing with you.”
“Everybody else has a partner.”
“Carter doesn’t,” Ransom points over to him. Carter may not have a partner but he sings every word with them, until Bucky gets him to move up there with them, handing him the microphone while they both sing into it.
“Everyone is dancing but you,” Steve moves his shoulders around with a big smile getting closer.
“Stop. Please...quit it.”
“I think your daughter has a new crush,” Ransom looks up at Story who has Bucky squatting down with her singing in sync with him. Her round eyes shining up at him.
“My daughter needs to quit liking older men.”
“He’s really old. Acts like he’s a hundred and six sometimes.”
“I hate you.”
“You said Kitten was ovulating. Maybe you can make a baby,” Ransom turns and looks at Steve harshly. “What, trying to lighten the mood. Ooh, they’re starting I Wanna Dance with Somebody, I’m joining in before Jake gets a chance to sing Don’t Stop Believing, you grumpy thing!”
Hii! These will be a huge time skip but can you write a drabble like Aster or lris's first time periods?
You can totally ignore this if you feel weird, I'm sorry😣
No, this is great! I had to do some math to figure out how old Blade and Story would be. We're going to say that Aster and Iris are 12, Blade is 9, Story is 6.
Code Red
Summary: Aster and Iris are getting older
Pairings: None
Rating: mild
Warnings: depictions of pre-teens getting their first period, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.5K
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You could see the minor changes in your daughters. Changes that their dad and pops refused to see. Anytime you would bring it up to them, they would try and change the subject. Noticing the blemishes that started to line their hairline. Ransom’s remedy was the best skincare. The slight weight gain, their dad got them bigger clothes. And even their changing bodies. Ransom ignored that all together.
“Ran?” you ask, getting a quick hum from him. His body leaning towards your side of the bed, “I had the talk with Aster and Iris.”
“What talk?”
“They’re changing,” he furrows his brow confused. “They’re turning into little ladies. They’re probably about to get their first period, and...”
“Why would you say that?”
“Baby, it happens. Last I checked, you know exactly how it works. I don’t get pregnant, I bleed.”
“Okay, but that’s you, not my daughters,” you roll your eyes whispering a ‘you’re ridiculous.’ “Those are my babies.”
“And girls get their periods. It’s coming. And I want them prepared.”
“I’ll let you deal with it. And when Blade starts spending more time in the shower, I will hear nothing from you,” your head flicks over towards him. “That’s right, kitten. Your sweet baby boy, is going to be a disgusting pig that can’t think of anything but...”
“Hugh Ransom Drysdale! He is a baby!”
“How do you think I feel knowing that you let Carter and James come over to the estate all the time? Do you realize how many hidden rooms there are here? If James takes Iris behind a tree, I’ll kill him. And Carter fucking Baizen, you know for his birthday his parents got him a new watch. That’s just like mine.”
“He adores you Ransom. Leave the poor kid alone. Of all people, you should feel empathetic towards him. He is basically you, growing up. Goodnight.”
“Wait a minute. Are we not...”
“I’m on my period.”
“I don’t care,” you roll over to look at him. “What?”
“One day, you’re going to have four women in one household all on their period.”
“Do not bring Story into this.”
“Even that tiny little...” you stop talking when those little knocks on the other side of the room happen. “Come on Storry book,” she opens the door, crawling in between you and Ransom.
“You better be glad you weren’t in the mood,” he whispers over at you. Story, clinging tightly to you. Her little fingers curled around his ring finger. Your hopeless romantic child.
Aster was the first one. And of course, she was a drama queen, and you were nowhere to be found. Story was running around the estate in a panic looking for you, “Mama! Ma-ma!” her little legs opened up every door, until she was right in front of Ransom. “I need mama,” she pants out. Grabbing a hold on her knees she doubles over. This little Story book is just as dramatic as Aster.
“What’s wrong?” Ransom asks walking closer to his daughter.
She takes a deep breath, trying to catch her breath, “Aster is distraught,” leave it to Harlan to ensure a six-year-old knows colorful words. “She is in danger,” Ransom grabs his daughter’s hand to get her to guide him to her, “It’s been such a difficult day for her. This morning she was grasping tightly to her stomach, and then...daddy, I think someone stabbed her.”
“What?” Ransom stops to kneel down to look at Story.
“She was bleeding! Do you think that the Black Knight found her? He has been trying to climb up the tower and take her. I haven’t found Prince Charming, so it’s possible. When I find Prince Charming, he will protect our tower.”
“Story, enough with the dramatics. What’s going on?”
“I told you! She has been stabbed and is bleeding. You’ll have to act as her savior. Let me guide you to the tower. Follow me!”
Ransom follows his littlest daughter to the west wing of the estate. Aster is pacing around the room, and she gasps when she sees it’s Ransom, “No. I said mom!”
“I couldn’t locate her. So, I brought the king of the castle,” Story stands behind her dad to push him in. “Show him where you were stabbed.”
“NO! Story, out. You too dad, I want my mom!”
“Angel, what’s wrong?” Ransom sits on the bed, and sees the dirty laundry, and grimaces. Aster sees where he’s looking and screams. “I’m sorry. Your mom, she warned me this was coming.”
“Oh. My. God. OUT! Get out! I want my mom!”
“Angel...”
“Daddy, I don’t want to talk about this with you. Out!”
“Do you have what you need?”
“OUT!!” she screams, stomping her foot.
“Sheesh. I brought the King of Boston, and you’re screaming at him? Come on daddy. We must find mama. Don’t worry, Az, I’ll locate the Queen of Boston!” she drags her dad out of the room. “Let’s...daddy?”
“Can you give me a minute?” Story huffs out air, but starts to look around for you some more. “Azzie baby?”
“I just want mom,” she cries on the other side of the door.
“Story is on the hunt, can I come in,” she opens the door for him, stomping back over to her bed. “Do you need me to do anything?”
“Find my mama?” she pouts leaning over on her dad. “She said she would be here for me when it happened.”
“She’s here somewhere. No doubt the Princess of Boston will find her.”
“Could I not have gotten a letter that said that I wasn’t pregnant? Why do I have bleed?” Ransom bites his tongue, the thought of his daughter getting pregnant right now, is not what he wants to talk about.
“Your mom likes ice cream or fresh baked cookies.”
“Does that help?” she asks.
“That helps her. Let me go get you some.”
“Can you just stay here with me?” he nods his head, wrapping an arm around her.
“What else helps mom?”
“Well...” he stops, that is not something he will be discussing with Aster, “Nothing. You’ll have to ask her.”
“You started to say something.”
“Jumping on the bed.”
She turns and glares at him, “I hate you right now.”
Iris on the other hand was shopping with Mary, Frank and his wife. “Pops, I don’t feel good,” she starts when it’s just him and her.
“Oh, uh, do you uh...think it’s...”
“You can say period. And yes. I think this is a code red.”
Frank tilts his head looking at her, and then begins looking for one of the women that’s with him, “I don’t even want to know.”
“It’s easier to call it Code Red because Az is a drama queen. She milks it.”
“Okay, what do you need me to do?”
“Nothing. I got stuff in my bag. Actually. I’ll be right back,” she walks into the bathroom, groaning. She had hoped that this part of life would just skip pass her. “I hate this,” she whispers to herself. Knowing that with James being her ‘boyfriend’ a word she isn’t allowed to say around Ransom, that you’ll be giving her another talk.
When she walks back to the table, Frank just sits still looking around, and finding no one. “Pops, it’s fine.”
“So, you’re good?”
She squints her eyes at him, “It’s code red. But I’m not Aster Drysdale.”
“Oh good. Do I need to take you home?”
“You can take me to get ice cream. Ooh, a double doozie sounds good too, maybe some salt and vinegar chips.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“Oh my god!! Pops, I am a virgin!”
“I was kidding. That’s just a lot of different...”
“Cheese sticks! You know what? Take me home. Mom will get me all the food and won’t judge me.”
“That’s fine. I’ll let Sugarplum know I’m taking you home.”
“Pops?” Frank turns to look at Iris. Realizing she’s not this little bitty baby anymore, “Were you this awkward with Mary?”
“You’re the last girl, and... there’s that little boy. I think we need to talk.”
“POPS! I have only kissed James,” she grits her teeth looking at him. “That’s a lie, I didn’t say that.”
“Iris Jade!”
“Mom saw it!”
“This day just got weirder. Let’s just...I’m letting your mom deal with this.”
“Can you not tell daddy? James won’t be allowed at the house.”
“Where did you kiss him at?”
Hoping in the car, she buckles, and looks at him confused, “The...lips?”
Frank’s face falls. “I meant where? At the estate?” she nods her head, “Where?”
“I’m not telling you, you narc. You’re worse than Blade. That kid can’t lie to save his life. And you will go straight to Ransom Drysdale, and tell him that his baby girl was kissing James Rogers on...you just about got me.”
“Let me get you home. Let Ransom and your mom deal with you kissing self,” he laughs, but she just stares at him. “Was it good?”
