Little Darling
In another light cont'd.
Inside the house they were playing "Here Comes the Sun" and handing out lemonade. Brick decided to stay by the front door and listen. There weren’t many seats on the inside anyway. He sipped his drink slowly listening to Dylan continue to press this kid.
“So, you’re Lillian’s child, and this is her home.”
The doe eyed child nodded, sipping from her glass. “Mommy’s out for groceries right now though.”she says.
“So, who’s watching you?” Bella asks, she’d claimed a couch to herself, stretching over the length of it as she sipped her drink.
The girl did seem very young. No more than eight probably. She had on a big white gown, the sleeves came down to her wrists. Her hair had all of these ringlets and curls that were held together by a bow.
“Bailey.” she replies.
“Who’s Bailey?” Bella asks.
The girl blinked and then giggled air headedly. Man, she really did favor Lillian. “Oh, aunty Bella, you’re so silly-”
“Listen kid,” Dylan interjected behind her. The gleeful expression on her face dropped at the authoritative sound of his voice. Brick almost wanted to step in and excuse the kid… which was odd, but Dylan didn’t know how to approach children.
What the hell, Brick doesn’t either! What the hell was he even on, right now? Did he smoke something before getting here? He had too. That time travel shit was messing him up.
“We don’t even know you’re name,” Dylan said to the naive girl.
She blinked, her expression blank, “Well my names Brianna, duh uncle Dylan-”
“A-and I’m not your uncle.”
“You’re not!?” She gasped mortified. Lilllian went to cover her ears quickly.
“Don’t listen to him baby girl. He’s just being a jerk!” Brianna cried into her arms.
Collin shot their leader a dissapointed look, “Way to go man. You made the kid cry.”
“I’m not her uncle!”
Bella sneered and swirled the content of her drink in her cup, “Then who are you?” Before Dylan could answer, Bella turns to Brianna. “Niece,” her niece looks at her, taking a break from crying into Lillian’s shoulder, glassy eyed. Bella nods, “Tell me. Who’s my big papa?”
The child is confused.
“BELLA!” Meghan screeches. “THIS IS A CHILD YOU’RE TALKING TO. BE APPROPRIATE.”
“Oh my god, it’s just a stupid question!”
“And you think ‘big papa’ is the right terminology to use for your future partner when speaking with a kid?” Jenna says in a monotone voice.
Bella thinks, “...yes.”
Theres a collective sigh from the group, sans Butch who is laughing.
“Well, she’s a kid not a fortune teller,” Collin speaks up.
“Yeah, talk to my baby with some respect!” Lillian squeals.
“It’s not a time telling question, I just wanna know who my baby daddy is!” Bella barks.
Savannah, who is behind her, raises a brow, “baby daddy?”
The group begins to argue, and Blossom carefully steps up, a little sheepishly, “Hi, um, Brianna? I believe Bella wants to know if she and Dylan are married.”
The little one flutters her lashes and then has a light bulb, “Oh, no, Uncle Dylan and Aunty Bella aren’t married.”
Against all the arguing, Dylan hears this and cheers.
“Whoo!” he throws his arms up into the air, “You heard that, Bella!? I am not, married to you.”
“He’s Destiny’s daddy though,” the kid finishes. The room goes silent.
Dylan goes dull, “Wh-who is….”
Bella’s smirk is almost audible. In a tiny voice she whispers, “You are… the father.”
The room roars.
“N-no, this can’t be…” Dylan looks defeated. Butch drops an arm over his shoulder.
“It could be worse.”
Dylan shakes his head, “No, this is the worse… This has to be some… some time period or-or universe where everything is set in hell-”
“AH HA HA!” Bella’s cackle seems to make him go that much more bleak.
Brianna turns to Lillian with an obtuse gaze, “Did I say something wrong?” she cocks her head.
Lillian pats her back. “No sweetie,” she pulls her in for another hug, grinning dimwittedly, “Dylan is just sad sometimes. I get sad, you get sad.”
“Do trees get sad?”
“Um… yes! Yes, tree’s totally get sad.”
“I think that’s why my bonsai tree in the room isn’t growing after chip pee’d on it. I think the tree is sad.”
Lillian rubs her back, “Oh, sweetie.” She grins. Most likely due to generally being happy she has a child in this timeline. Some primate mother code seemed to have kicked in with her.
Blossom tries to gather the room. She whistles and claps her hands, “Guys? Guys! Hey! Is this anyway to act in someone else’s home? We’re supposed to be here on an important mission, remember?”
“Oh, yeah! Enrique!” Bubbles chirps. Her boyfriend nuzzles her.(“You’re so cute.”)
“That slimy son of a bitch,” Dylan mutters despite his distraught state.
“Language, there’s a child here,” Blossom repramens.
“Blossom, shut up and let me do my job,” Dylan orders, stunning her. He over steps her. “OKAY.” He says over everyone, “You all can laugh at me as much as you want. You can paint me with whatever brush you want for my crimes.”
“Crimes-?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP. i may have massively fucked up in this timeline, and to be quite honest I don’t know what head the Dylan in the universe was thinking with-”
“Obviously, not the one on his shoulders,” Bella sneered to her friends, who properly accomadated her with snickers.
“BUT,” he continued, glaring at them specifically, “that is neither her or there! Thank you Blossom for bringing us back to the real issue here, and that is finding Enrique.”
Blossom crossed her arms, “Could’ve gone without the shoving.”
“Sorry about that.” Dylan turned to Brianna again. “N-neice?”
Her thick expression spreads into an eager look, “Yes, uncle?”
Several snickers and snorts could be heard throughout the room. Dylan let out a long sigh.
“Could you please find someone or something we can use to contact your mother?”
She tilted her head, “Why would I do that, when Daddy’s right there?” Her finger lifted and pointed to the doorway, where Brick stood, quietly. The room fell silent.
TBC
