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Summer Days
Rowan manages to always keep a mother’s eye on the important things.
Happy Birthday, Marina!
Happy Birthday, Lacey!
Traits: Brave, Excitable, Rebellious
“And just like that, the youngest of us is old,” Raquel said. “Welcome to the Decaying Corpses club, kiddo.”
“Excuse me, but you’re the farthest thing from a decaying corpse I’ve ever seen!” Rowan argued playfully. “Look at you!”
“Oh, you know I’m not about to look my age. I’ll be the hot mom ‘til the day I die.”
Rowan tossed her head back laughing, and despite taking another step closer to death without her life dream achieved, she had to consider this -- with her wife, children, and best friends beside her -- to be her best birthday yet.
Bonus:
As the only kids at the party, Zion and Lacey entertained themselves with cake.
The front door dragged open with a heavy whoosh and closed with a solid click just as Rowan finished putting dinner on the table.
“Hey, kiddos!” she tossed the dish towel on the counter and smiled at them as they walked in. “How was Trick or Treating?”
“A bust,” Lacey sighed. “I wore this awesome burgaler costume for nothing!”
“It’s burglar, sweetie,” Marina said from the table. “Really? No one gave you candy?”
“No one was home.” Zion took his plate to the couch. “And we stayed in the neighborhood, like you said.”
“Well, you guys can try again tomorrow,” Rowan said. “And since it’s your birthday, Zion, I think you’ll be old enough to take your sister and your friends a little farther to search for candy.”
“Really?” Lacey gasped.
“Well, Mom and I have to agree,” Rowan said.
Lacey turned glittering eyes on Marina. “Mom?”
Marina rolled her eyes. “You know how things work -- whatever Mama thinks is best, goes. Have fun, babies.”
“Alright!” Zion cheered. “Oh, being a teenager is gonna be so cool.”
“For him,” Rowan whispered in Marina’s ear as she set a plate of pasta before her at the table.
Marina popped her eyebrows in agreement, but otherwise said nothing.
“Promise to stay out of the street,” Rowan said.
“Of course, Mama. I know the rules.” Zion grinned. “I’ll keep her safe.”
“And I’ll keep him safe!” Lacey jumped about the living room, giggling at nothing.
Rowan smirked. “I’m sure you will, lovebug.”
“Zoom...zzrrrrr...GET OUT THE WAY, THERE’S A HIGH SPEED CHASE HAPPENING HERE! Wee-oo, wee-oo! THEY’RE GAINING ON US! QUICK, HIT THE--”
Lacey frozen when she saw her mother standing by the stairs, staring at her.
“...Heeeey, Mama,” Lacey said.
A huge grin broke out across Rowan’s face. “Hey, sweetie. Don’t stop on my account -- the police might catch up with you.”
Lacey laughed. “They haven’t been able to catch me yet!”
Rowan rubbed the top of her daughter’s helmet as she headed into the kitchen. “Let’s keep it that way.”
“You got it, Mama. Go right, go right! BEEP BEEP!”
Zion spends an outrageous amount of time playing chess on the computer
