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The Gimmick Shirt

((Soooo here’s a new installment in Skylar and Hamish’s life. Shenanigans abound. The kids are also adorable here, so that’s a thing~

Also fuck me i finally got this edited. *softly sobs*))

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Weeks rolled on from what Skylar called the 'Young Haz' incident. She wasn't really sure how long it was until all the kids got a stomach virus and spent a couple days puking near constantly- and then she caught the stomach virus.

Only the virus didn't go away, and came with tender breasts and an extreme tiredness. The only reason she kept waking up as easily as she did was because she was getting up, throwing up everything in her body, and then going about her day with frequent bathroom trips.

She managed to keep it under the radar of her worrywart husband and her snooping children.

Skylar had an inkling as to what it was. A trip to town with the kids got her a box of tests and a hilarious gimmick maternity Halloween shirt. She took the tests in the bathroom at home, and lo and behold... She was pregnant. Approximately five weeks along, if she had to guess the date.

The shirt was going to be her plan for a reveal. She just had to wait until he came in for the day. He'd been out moving the herd with Bella, and teaching her how to ride, while Skylar kept the triplets rounded up and entertained.

Rounded up and entertained was easy with some cartoons. That left Skylar free to make her trips back and forth to the bathroom as needed. Which... Today was necessary. She didn’t recall her nausea being this bad but she could hardly keep anything down for too long. Skylar had eaten a bowl of cereal earlier when she'd finally felt hungry, and now... Well.

She was hunched over the toilet bowl, waiting for it to make a return appearance. She'd rolled up the sleeves on the gimmick shirt she wore so she didnt accidentally get puke on them. She was glad the boys did not really understand the shirt all that much which served her purpose.

Her stomach clenched finally and lurched, and Skylar retched into the toilet, one hand holding her one of her horns while the other held onto the rim of the seat. She coughed and gagged again. This baby was going to give her a miserable first couple weeks.

Peter turned away from the cartoons, peeking over the couch as Skylar disappeared into the bathroom again. He slid off the couch and toddled over to the bathroom, looking around the door. “Mommy?” He asked, his voice little and worried.

Shit. Skylar coughed, her stomach squeezing, and spat to clear her mouth. "J-just a minute, Peter. I'll be out in a minute." She hadn't closed the door, because she usually didn't unless she was actually using the toilet, so he was able to peek in and see her hunched over the toilet bowl. He also got to see her toss up a mouthful of cereal in sacrifice to the porcelain god. "I'm o-okay, I promise." She coughed again. This would happen eventually she knew. She got lucky with morning sickness last time when Bella had been little. Of course she'd have it worse now. That’s just how the damn dice of fate fell.

His lip pushed out into a pout, wobbling slightly, his eyes filling with tears. He turned and ran away, his little feet thudding on the floor, he ran to eat window, looking out, trying to spot Hamish and Bella. He could see them, it seemed like they where on their way back to the house. He toddled to the front door. He knew he wasn't allowed to let himself outside without asking first, but this time he felt like it was the right thing to do.

He stood on his tiptoes and reached the door handle, opening it and pushing the door open, letting himself up. He carefully got himself down the steps off the porch and ran around to the back of the house where he had seen Hamish and Bella through the window. "DADDY!" He called out.

Hamish spotted his son, and his brows pushed together in concern.

"Mommy is sick, daddy." Peter called out.

Hamish was stressing out now. He lead Bella and her filly in and helped her dismount. The horses could stay in the round yard for a moment until he could come out and untack them. Bella followed closely after her daddy. Hamish scooped up peter and carried him inside, kicking his shoes off.

"Sky?" He called out, as he came back inside. Peter pointed and Hamish followed the little boy leading him to the bathroom.

She had gone to go after Peter, but nausea kept her glued to the toilet bowl, lest she paint the floors with it instead. She heard the doors click, but she could hear Hamish coming too, and knew he could handle her worried little boy.

The only answer Skylar gave to Hamish's call was the sound of a quiet retch, and sick splashing into the toilet bowl again as she heaved. She choked for a moment, and had to clear her airways of undigested cereal, before her hand slid down to cradle her scarred forehead instead of her horns. Skylar felt like utter garbage, but she would be until her stomach calmed and their baby decided to stop tormenting her. "Nnnnmmm... I... I'm fine, Haz. I'll be..." Her stomach lurched, but there was nothing left to toss up except for sour tasting bile. "I'll b-be out in a minute, okay?"

He shooed peter and Bella back towards the lounge room. "Don't worry peter, daddy will help mommy." The little boy ran off with his sister, Hamish moved into the bathroom and knelt down behind Skylar, rubbing her back. "Babe?" He questioned.

"Sorry." She panted softly, and reached up to flush the toilet. "Ugh. Cereal didn't agree with me." She swallowed thickly, and embraced the warmth from his hand. The muscles of her back twitched under his hands, and she fought off another dry heave. "I'm okay, I promise."

Skylar fetches a damp cloth and wipes her mouth, before leaning back from the toilet. She takes a few deep breaths, and gently pats at the little gimmick skeleton gracing the shirt on her middle, before glancing at him. She offers a weak smile. "Can ya hand me the glass o' water on the sink so I can rinse my mouth please?"

He stood to grab the glass of water, and paused. He grabbed the cup, his eyes fixed on the shirt. He handed it to her and let out a laugh. "Sky." He let out another laugh and his hand joined hers on her belly. "You're pregnant?" He asked.

"According t' the box o' tests I took, and the morning sickness that hits at all hours o' the day, the answer is very much yes." She gives him a shaky smile, and rinses her mouth out swiftly. She leans back when she's done and takes a deep breath, sighing softly. Her fingers lace over his and she gives him a crooked grin. "I was hoping t' tell ya in a less stressful way, but morning sickness kinda dictates my life right now. N' boy do I have a lot of it. Our little one don't like nothing that I eat or drink."

Hamish rubbed his wife’s back and pulled her close, snuggling her against him. "i did the same to my mama when she had me." He kissed her temple and hummed happily.

“Ya did?” She asked wearily, swallowing shakily. Skylar settled against him with a soft sigh, her eyes drifting closed as she inhaled his scent. It didn’t make her nausea any better, but it didn’t make it worse, so she counted it as a win. “How long did ya make her sick for?” With the triplets, Skylar had only been sick once or twice, maybe three times tops. Bella had made her sick in the mornings and whenever she’d ridden Mel for about a month and a half- but this… This was all day and most of the night.

He hummed in thought. “I think I remember her telling me the first two and a half months where really rough. She still got sick after that, but it was a lot easier.”

Two and a half months. Fun. Skylar let off a soft groan and nodded. “Alright. Well, if I’m lucky, I wont be sick nearly that long.” She nuzzles his shoulder with a soft sound, and then shifts. “Lets go calm the kids, okay? I ain’t got anything else to puke up, so I’ll be fine for a while. Peter was pretty upset, n’ I couldn’t exactly go comfort him.” Not without painting the floor.

He nodded and helped her up walking out of the bathroom with her.

Peter spotted them instantly and ran over to make sure his mommy was okay. The other three had been too busy with their cartoons to really notice.

Skylar stooped down and gently lifted Peter into her arms. She pressed a soft kiss to his head, and rubbed his cheek. "I'm sorry if I worried ya, Peter. I'm okay, I promise." She rubs his cheek gently, leaning into Hamish as she relaxes as best she can with her stomach still queasy. "Thank you for worrying though. That was very good of you t' tell Daddy that I was sick." She made sure to praise him for that. He definitely hadn't had to do that for her, but he did so anyways.

He clung to Skylar.

Bella turned around on the couch and peeked over. She had gone straight to the couch with her brothers when she had come inside with Hamish. "What happened mommy?" She asked. The way she held Peter showed off her shirt, and Bella squinted at it for a moment. Her mommy had been sick a couple times when her brothers were in her tummy. "Mommy, is there a baby in your tummy?" She asked.

That got the attention of her brothers.

"I got sick, baby girl. My tummy didn't like the yummy cereal I gave it." She explained gently. At Bella's following question, Skylar smiled wide and nodded. "Mhm. I've got a baby in my belly." She runs her fingers gently across the faintly puffy slant of her belly. She had gotten back into shape after the triplets, but some things never returned to normal after something like that. "You're all gonna have a baby sibling. The baby is gonna make me sick for a little while, but hopefully not too long."

Bella got up on the couch and squealed, happily bouncing.

Peter watched Bella, a worried look on his face. He looked down at Skylar's belly and cuddled her. "The baby is bad." He mumbled.

Hamish rubbed Peters back. "Why do you say that buddy?" He asked.

"It makes mommy sick." He pouted.

Hamish gave him a sympathetic smile. "It’s okay, mate."

"Aww sweetie, the baby isn't bad." She rubs his back gently and glances at Hamish. "Is Bella bad? Or Charles? Or Sammy? Are you bad? You all made me sick too. That's just something that growing babies do." She gives him a gentle look. "Daddy did it to his Mommy too, and I did it to your Nana. It's something almost all babies do, sweetie. It doesn't mean they're bad."

He pouted and clung to Skylar.

Hamish smiled and rubbed Skylar's back. "Don't worry, he'll work out that it isn't so bad. He likes all the natural growing stuff, so once he realizes there's a baby actually in there, I’m sure he will perk up."

"Once he can feel it kick, I’m sure he'll love it." She smiles softly, and kisses Peter's head again. "But, baby boy, I'm gonna be sick again often. I don't want you to panic if you see me throwing up, okay? Anything else that scares you, ya can run t' Daddy for sure though." She wanted to cover her grounds and make sure he was informed on everything he needed to know.

He rested his head on her shoulders and nodded. He wouldn't like it, but he understood. He had to be a big boy for his mommy. He blinked and looked down at her breasts that he rested against. "Will the baby have your booby milk?" He asked.

Hamish's mouth curled up into an amused smile.

She couldn't help it. Skylar let out an unladylike snort, and smooched the top of his head. "Yes, yes the baby will. That's all the baby will be able to drink for the first long while." She explains gently. "My body will give the baby everything that it needs to grow big and healthy, like you and your brothers and Bella. When the baby gets bigger, it can start eating solid foods with you and you can show it all your favorites."

Hamish chuckled, rubbing Peters back. The other boys had gone back to watching their shows. Peter seemed happy enough clinging to Skylar, but the boys weren't babies anymore. There were getting heavy, and holding them for too long could put a strain on your back.

Unfortunately, Peter was getting heavy and starting to put more of a strain on Skylar’s back. Usually, it wouldn’t bother her, and she didn’t have a problem toughing out the strain just to make her children happy- but she had another baby growing in her belly that she needed to worry about. So, she kissed his cheek gently, and padded to the couch, swinging him gently over the back and depositing him in the gaggle of children on the other side. “Go ahead and watch your cartoons, baby. Daddy and I are gonna go talk in the kitchen, okay?” She smooched each of her children on the head, and straightened, before heading for the kitchen.

He made a small noise of complaint but sat down on the couch with his siblings.

Hamish smiled at the group of kids then followed Skylar to the kitchen. "You okay?" He asked, watching her closely as she made her way to the kitchen.

“I’m as okay as can be.” She said softly, and sighed at the small pile of dishes she had yet to do. Skylar gave Hamish a smile, kissed his cheek, and started in on kitchen work. She managed the house most of the time, after all. “I mostly used that as an excuse t’ get Peter t’ settle down again n’ give my back a break. If he can get engrossed in his cartoons, he won’t fret as much. He worries a lot about us, n’ about his siblings.” Her stomach churned as her fingers brushed crusted ketchup, and her face twisted. But Skylar was tough. She powered through all her pregnancy induced squicks, and may have scrubbed the plate with a bit more force than was necessary, but she didn’t dry heave and didn’t put it aside for the ‘later’ that would never come. “How did Bella do out with the cows? She doin’ alright riding on her own with Chel?”

Skylar had broken the filly herself. The horned woman could walk that horse up and down a mountain, back her backwards through trees, or hell, make her damn near dance a damn tango if she wanted her to. Skylar would not have her daughter riding an untrained horse. Accidents happened when a horse was improperly trained- and it wasn’t that she didn’t trust her husband… But Hamish didn’t know Mustangs like Skylar did.

A wide smile broke out across Hamish’s face. “You’ll have to come out and watch her next time. She’s a natural. Even cantered a little today; it gave her a bit of a shock, but she kept herself in the saddle and brought Chel back to a walk when I told her to.” His chest swelled with pride.

Skylar laughed softly, and finished the dishes. Rinsing her hands, she dried them on her pants and turned around to look at him. She quirked a grin at him. “I’ll come out next time.” She nods. “I’ll use one o’ the other mares, if ya don’t think they’ll mind. Mel ain’t gonna want t’ go far from her foal yet.” And Skylar didn’t want to take the filly too far out there where anything could mess with it. “The boys are still small enough t’ ride with me.”

“Bella would love that.” He smiled. He pulled Skylar against his chest and kissed at the base of her horns. His hands moved to rest towards the middle of her belly. “Baby number five.” He mused.

Skylar cuddled into him with a soft sound and smiled. “I’ll make sure t’ do it then. I want our kids t’ be happy.” She says gently, and curls her arms around his shoulders as she settles her head against his shoulder. She’s tired- pregnancy fatigue has hit her- and she feels fuzzy in the head as she cuddles into him. She’d sleep well tonight for sure. His comment on their baby makes her chuckle. “Hopefully just baby number five.” Her eyes twinkle in amusement at him. “I might have t’ smack ya if ya put three in me again so soon.”

He chuckled, his fingers rubbing gently against her sides. "Why don't you go sit down with the kids, and I'll do dinner tonight." He kissed her forehead. "What where you planning on making?"

"If I sit down, I'll end up sleeping, and there's still things t' be done, not t' mention kids t' keep an eye on." She sighs softly at the kiss to her forehead and leans into his touch. His beard tickles her face, but Skylar adores it a lot. "I was gonna make some steak n' noodles with some carrots on the side for y'all. M' not much feeling food... So I was gonna make somethin' small and bland for me." Good food usually tasted the worst when it came back up, in her experience anyway. Skylar's fingers slipped into the front pocket of his jeans, and she snuggled them against the warmth of his thighs. "Is there something ya wanted in particular for dinner?"

He shrugged. "We have those sausages in the fridge that have to get used, I was thinking of firing up the barbie." He said, gesturing with his thumb towards the back of the house. "The kids like the sausages, and I can do mashed potatoes, and honey carrots." He suggested.

"Mmm, that works." She nods quietly. "I don't mind doing mashed potatoes while ya handle the barbeque, Haz. Though," she gives him a cheeky look, "try not t' accidentally singe your beard this time. Watch when the heat spikes yeah?" Her fingers slide up from his pocket to tickle through his beard.

Hamish chuckled and moved his hand to give Skylar's bum a gentle smack. "I'll be careful, I know how to use it now." He moved to the fridge and pulled out the pack of sausages. He padded through the house and let himself out the back door, getting the attention of all four kids.

If daddy was outside, they wanted to be outside too. Little feet slapped across the floor at they all rushed to find their shoes and let themselves out the back with Hamish.

"Hello my babies." He smiled, the triplets coming to investigate what he was doing with the grill. "You boy's need to go and play on the grass, this is going to get very hot soon, and I don't want you to get burnt."

Bella remembered the incident with the barbeque and kept her distance.

"How about you kids get the chickens back in their pen?" He suggested.

The kids seemed to like the idea and all four ran off, followed by the dogs, to round up the chickens.

Skylar went through the house while the kids stampeded out and picked up toys, before turning off the television. Returning to the kitchen, she spotted the gaggle of children attempting to round up the chickens, and found herself smiling at them through the window. Skylar collected her potato boiling pot, and took the pot, and a bowl of water outside where Hamish had headed to. Where he had padded down onto the grass, Skylar got settled on the stairs, and started to peel potatoes with a sharp paring knife. The potatoes were rinsed in the bowl of water before she dropped them into the pan for boiling. She had a lot of potatoes to peel to make enough mashed potatoes for everyone.

Samuel loved potatoes- so he would probably want multiple helpings. He was a bottomless pit for his favorite food.

Skylar lifted a brow at Hamish as she heard one of the horses whinny from the round corral. "Hey, Hamish? Did ya remember t' take the tack off the horses? Or did ya rush right in when Peter called for ya?"

"Ah, shit." Hamish said, spinning around. He hadn't turned the gas on yet so it wasn't dangerous to leave the barbeque unattended. He jogged over to the corral and freed the horses of their burdens, cooing an apology to them as he did so. He let them both out with the other mares, and then returned to his cooking.

"We're all good now."

Skylar shook her head with a soft laugh. "When something gets ya worried, ya completely forget what you were doing before." She chuckles gently. The knife scraped against the bone of her finger, and she hummed at it and continued to peel. Not having ectoflesh in some areas was helpful.

He flashed Skylar a smile and started the gas, lighting the coals in the barbeque, he waited for the grill to heat up then placed the sausages over the hot coals. He watched the meat, listened to it sizzle, the delicious smell floating through the air. The kids called out, making comments about the yummy smell, it made Hamish smile.

The yummy smell only twisted up Skylar's nausea. She thought it smelled wonderful, right up until the point that her body and their new baby said 'I don't like this, so you don't either'. She may have gone green, but Skylar got the potatoes peeled, before she retreated swiftly into the house to go boil and mash them and make the honey carrots while she was at it.

While she let everything cook, she quietly curled her elbows over the sink and breathed through her nausea. Ugh. There was no winning with this, she mused. She just needed to live with it and maybe Google some home remedies for morning sickness.

Hamish grilled the sausages happily, keeping an eye on the kids as they ran around, enjoying the last few hours of sunlight. Peter followed after his siblings, but came to sit over by Hamish on the steps when they started getting too rough. He liked rough housing with his brothers, but Bella was always a little bit too rough for him.

He watched his siblings though, a little smile on his face, he didn't need to be apart of the action to enjoy it.

Skylar watched the kids out the window, and smiled faintly as they squared off. They were rough and tumble, just like she and her brothers had been. Though Skylar had been a lot older than her brothers, and the age gap had made her into a second parent figure for them after her dad had died. She'd taught them how to use their horns- and how to be gentle enough with them to play with someone who didn’t have horns, like Thomas.

Skylar watched Peter sit out, and wondered if her youngest son was like her eldest little brother. Thomas had been the 'runt' of the litter, and had the weakest bones of them all. Where Skylar could take a beating, Thomas would break. She wondered... As the potatoes and carrots boiled, Skylar acted on her curiosity and braved the smell of outside, going to sit on the steps near Peter. "Hey, Peter?" She hums softly. "You sit out a lot from playin' with your brothers when your sister gets involved. Does it ever hurt when your brothers n' sister butt their horns against yours?" It was possible that he had inherited Hamish's softer bones, which weren't designed to take the sorts of hits hers were. Diluted genetics and all that.

Peter placed his little hand on his skull. "Only when Bella does it." He said softly, leaning against her. "Bella is too strong." He said, he wrapped his arms around Skylar's middle, cuddling against his mom.

Skylar rubbed his little shoulder gently and then his head. "I'll talk with her." She says softly. "Did ya know that I was too strong for my brothers too?" She hums softly, watching Hamish out of the corner of her eyes. The smell has her nauseated, but her children are more important than self-comfort. "I was a lot bigger than them. Your Uncle Tommy has a real soft skull. He couldn't take the hits that I could give- so I had to learn to play gentler, and so did Adam and Greg." She boops his nasal ridge gently. "We wanted to play with him too, so we softened our play so he didn't hurt when he played with us."

He stood up and smiled. "I like playing with daddy's horns." He said, pointing to Hamish. It made Hamish's mouth twitch up into a smile. He reached up, his little hands holding Skylar's horns. "Will my horns get big like yours mommy?"

"Daddy's horns are fun." She smiles. "Mama has to be gentle with Daddy too." She tilts her head down so Peter can better grasp her horns, and watches him thoughtfully. Her fingers come up to stroke his horns. They had grown, yes, but not nearly as big as Bella's had. He'd gotten more time in her womb than her brothers had with her mother, though, so he might have a more impressive set of horns than his uncles ever would. They had been severely premature. "You might not get as big as me or Bella, but you'll have an impressive set for sure." She smiles, and rubs the base of his horns gently. "They're growing bigger n' bigger every day, and are very healthy looking. I don't see why ya wont have a nice set o' horns by the time you're fully grown." Her scarred forehead comes down and presses gently to his, and she runs the curve of her horns against his. "Do ya want big horns though? They can be awful hard to handle. I have to be very careful with mine.”

He nuzzled his horns against Skylar’s. The feeling of his mommy rubbing his little horns made him smile; it was relaxing. "Maybe they could be this big." He said, holding his hands up with roughly a four-inch gap between his hands. He looked up at Skylar for approval.

She smiles and nods. "Those would be good sized horns for you. You might even be able t' wear shirts that aren't button up without a problem." Skylar was going to need help getting this pull over shirt off her head tonight. Getting it on with her horns wasn’t so bad. Off is where her horns ripped holes in things.

Peter smiled and looked up at Skylar’s horns. “Will the baby have horns?” He asked.

Hamish flipped the sausages, letting them sizzle a little longer before taking them off the heat. He piled them onto a plate, and then cleaned up the barbecue before taking the sausages inside.

"Well, we won't know until we get an ultrasound when the baby is big enough in my tummy to see the horns." She says lightly, and scoots them both over so Hamish can go up the stairs without an issue. She has to cover her nose for a moment, but she makes it through it okay. "But, based on what we've seen so far... Since Bella and the three of you boys have horns, the baby will probably have horns." She nuzzles the top of his head. "What type of horns do you think the baby might have?"

Peter thought for a moment. “Big ones like this.” He said making wild gestures as he lifted his hands high above his head. His little mouth curled into a wide smile. As cool as Peter thought horns like that would be, the little boy wasn’t aware of how impossible or physically damaging those kinds of horns would be on his mama.

Skylar did her very best and managed not to wince at the thought of horns like that. She didn't want to ruin his excitement. "Those would be impressive horns." She agrees gently. "But, I think the baby might have horns more like your horns." She gently cups his little cheeks and kisses his forehead, between his horns. "Or maybe like Bella? Maybe even like your daddy's horns." Horns came out in a variety of shapes and sizes. She just... Hoped she didn’t get horns like those coning out of her lady parts. "Maybe the baby will have horns like your grandpa did. Do you remember the photos of your grandpa?"

Peter nodded. “Grandpa has big BIG,” He said making horn shaped gestures, bouncing a little.

Bella clashed horns with Sam while Charles grabbed her from behind, trying to pull her over. The dogs ran around them, barking at the excitement. Bella spun herself around and shoved Charles roughly, the little boy stumbling back, tripping over his own feet. He fell into the dirt, his little cheeks turning the color of the dust.

He laid in the dirt for a moment, his little mind working to decide how he felt. His emotions won and his eyes filled with tears and he let out a cry. Bella spun around and looked down at Charles, realizing she was the one that made him cry. She turned and ran, finding a place to hide.

The cry startled Skylar, and she was on her feet in an instant. "Hold on, Peter." She said gently, carefully disengaging from her youngest to go to her eldest son. She made her way to him, and carefully picked him up out of the dirt and set him on his feet. "Oh, baby boy, it's okay. You're okay. Lemme see... Where does it hurt?" She asked as she brushed him off, dusting the dirt from his cheeks with her fingers and drying his tears with gentle swipes of her sleeves.

"Bella," Skylar let her voice project so wherever her daughter was hiding, she would hear her while Skylar tended to Charles. "You and I need to talk when you're done hiding from me."

Charles pouted and showed Skylar his hands which were also covered in dirt and has small grazes.

Having heard the cry too, Hamish stepped outside. “Bella!” He called out, his voice firm.

Their daughter shuffled out from behind the chicken coup, walking over to Skylar and Hamish, her shoulders slouched and her gazed fixed on the ground.

Sam toddled over to stand by Peter on the steps.

Skylar brushed his hands off, and very gently smooched the scuffed bones of his palm. The scrapes weren't deep enough to make the bone bleed, but they probably stung. Still, mommy kisses were the best balm for little scrapes that didn't need bandages. "There we go... You're gonna be okay, Charles." She gave him a warm smile and cuddled him gently into her side. She looked up at Bella, and sighed softly. "Come here, Bella." Skylar took a seat on the grass, folding her legs. She let Charles sit on one, and patted the other leg for Bella to sit on.

Bella stopped, and for a moment she ignored Skylar.

Hamish bit his tongue slightly, Skylar was handling the situation and him grumping at Bella was only going to make it worse.

Bella let out a little sigh and shuffled forwards, her shoes scuffing in the dirt. She sat down on Skylar’s other leg, still looking down at her own feet.

Skylar looped her arm around Bella’s shoulders, and rubbed her arm gently. She tilted her head down, looking at her since Bella wouldn’t look up at her. “I’m not mad, sweetheart.” She says softly. Her voice isn’t angry or sharp- it’s smooth and calm. “Bella? I need you to answer me, baby girl. You didn’t mean to make Charles cry, did you?”

She shook her head. “He was pulling me. I just wanted him to get off.” She said.

Charles huffed. “No! She pushed me so hard, mama.” He said, pointing his little finger at her.

Bella’s brows pushed together and she pushed his hand away from her.

Hamish brought Sam and Peter inside. He started dishing up dinner while Skylar sorted things out.

Skylar’s brows furrowed, and she made use of the length of her arms to tuck her children’s hands down in their laps. “Charles,” She says softly, “pointing is not polite. Please don’t do that. Ya wouldn’t like if I put my finger in your face, would ya?” That said, she turned her gaze to Bella. “I understand that ya wanted t’ get him off of you, sweetheart. That’s part of play- he pulls on you, you pull on him, everyone piles on Daddy n’ makes him laugh,” She jokes gently. “But Bella, baby girl, Charles isn’t the only one who’s dealt with you being a little too rough with your brothers. Have ya noticed that Peter hasn’t been playing with you as much?”

Bella scuffed her feet on the ground. “It’s because Peter is a cry baby… He doesn’t like our games, but everyone else does.”

Charles did nod in agreement this time. He liked their games. He just didn’t like being pushed over into the dirt.

“That’s not true, Bella.” Skylar says gently. “He loves to play with his brothers- and he loves to play with you. You’re his big sister- he adores you, just like Charles and Samuel do. But…” She sighs a moment, and lifts a hand to rub her face. “Sweetie? You know how Uncle Adam and Uncle Greg are very careful with Uncle Tommy when they all play together in the grass at your Nana’s house, right? How we’re very careful not to hit him too hard when we play? I want you to guess why. There’s no wrong answer- but I’ll give you a hint. It’s not just because Uncle Tommy doesn’t have horns.”

Bella looked down. “Because… his bones?” She asked.

Charles looked up at his mom, resting his head against her chest.

“Yes.” Skylar says softly. “His bones. He didn’t get to be inside your Nana long enough- his bones are very soft, and they could break very easy. You were inside me for much longer than Charles and Peter and Samuel were- your bones are much stronger than theirs. Your bones are like mine, sweetheart.” She takes Bella’s hand in hers, and rubs their fingers together. Skylar’s bones are hard and strong- harder than even Hamish’s are. Her touch is always gentle though. “Peter is a lot like your Uncle Tommy. It hurts him when you hit him so hard- it probably hurts him when Charles and Sammy hits him hard too, even if he doesn’t want to say it.”

“It doesn’t hurt me, Mama.” Charles commented, patting his skull.

Bella rubbed her arm. She knew she was strong, her mom and dad had been trying to teach her that from the day she had started using her horns. She had to be gentle with her daddy; it was reliving being able to be rough with her brothers who were able to handle it, but now she had to be gentle with them too. She sighed, slumping down slightly.

“Well, that’s good, baby boy. That means you and your sister can play rough all you want- but you’ve got to be gentle with Peter. If you were like Peter, wouldn’t you want your brothers and sister to be gentle too so you could play instead of just watching them have fun?” She voiced lightly. Skylar nudged Bella gently with the curve of her horns as she noticed her slumping. “Talk to me, baby. I can’t read your mind- what’s goin’ through that lil’ noodle of yours there.”

Bella looked up at Skylar, a small frown on her face. “If I go to Pre School… will all my friends have soft bones too…? Maybe no one will play with me, Mama.”

Hamish has stepped out to tell them dinner was ready when Bella said that, his mouth turned down into a frown.

“I had friends when I went to school too,” She said gently, and hugged her to her chest. “Baby girl, you’re not going to hurt them if you’re careful. If you show them that you care about them enough to play safely with them, then you’ll have plenty of people to play with.” She rubs her shoulder comfortingly. “You can’t push other children, though. They’re… They’re going to be like Alex.” Alex didn’t butt his head with Bella- the timid boy would probably faint if Bella ever shook her horns at him, Skylar mused. “You don’t hurt Alex when you play with him, do you?”

Her face lit up. Her mommy was right, she never hurt Alex. “No, I like Alex, Mama. I don’t want him to cry.”

Hamish let out a soft breath and sat down next to Skylar.

Skylar glanced at Hamish out of the corner of her eye socket, but didn’t acknowledge him besides bumping her shoulder gently to his. “Exactly, baby girl. You play carefully with him, don’t you? Because you don’t want to hurt him, and don’t want him to cry. If you play like that with the other kids in Pre School, then you’ll have plenty of kids to play with.” She rubs her little cheek gently. “And if you can do that… do you think you can play a bit more gently with Peter? He wants to play with you all too, and he loves you a lot. He doesn’t want to see you cry- but he doesn’t want you to make him cry either.”

Bella nodded. “We can play gentle games with Peter.” She said.

Charles nodded and laughed. “Peter likes the funny game when he throws the big balls and we punch it with our head.”

Hamish remembered that game. He had bought them a soft ball they could play with inside without risk of breaking anything and the four or them had started a game of Peter tossing the ball up while Sam, Charles, and Bella tried to head butt the ball back to him. The game had left Peter breathless he had been giggling so much.

Skylar smiled warmly, and kissed the top of both of their heads. “Thank you, my little sweethearts.” She murmurs warmly. “He’s gonna be real excited t’ get t’ play with y’all again.” Shifting with them on her lap, Skylar glanced to Hamish. “You can still rough house with him- but you’ll need to practice being gentle with him. Ask him when it’s too rough- and then be a bit more careful. Remember, uncle Thomas still plays with his brothers too. They’re just careful with him because they love him and don’t want to hurt him while they all have fun.” She kisses their heads again, and then bounces them gently on her knees. “Alright, you two. Are you two okay? No hard feelings? Bella didn’t mean to hurt you, Charles.”

Charles nodded. “It’s okay, I gotta pee now!” He said, slipping off Skylar’s leg and running inside.

Bella giggled.

Hamish shook his head and rubbed Bella’s skull. “Dinners ready for you missy, come in and wash your hands.”

Skylar helped Bella up, and dusted her off, before carefully getting to her feet. She offered Hamish a hand and a smile as Bella ran inside to wash up for dinner. “Well… That went better than expected.”

Hamish smiled. “They’re kids, all they need is a kiss and a cuddle and everything is better.” He laughed, making his way back inside with Skylar.

“Then the next time there’s something that happens, you get to handle it, mister ‘kisses and cuddles’.” She gives him a cheeky look.

Hamish laughed and opened the door, letting Skylar in.

Her cheeky look fades as they walk in the house, and the smell of dinner hits her like a wrecking ball. She knows she needs to eat though- not eating is not good, and that leads to problems later down the road. She takes a couple shallow breaths, and goes to make sure all the kids are in their usual seats, and seated properly, before heading to rinse her hands in the sink.

The kids like every night devoured their food like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. Hamish rubbed Skylar’s back. “You okay?” He asked, noticing her uneasy look.

“Not really.” She replied lightly, glancing at him. She pats her stomach lightly. “Baby isn’t fond of me eating… well, anything.” She sighs. “Well…” She motions him to the table. “After you, sweetheart.”

He sat down in his spot and started eating, keeping an eye on Skylar. "If the smell is bothering you, you can go up stairs Sky. I'll sort the kids and the dishes out."

She rolled her eyes. “Not eating isn’t going to help me either.” She points out gently, and comes to sit with him. She lightly scoots the sausage on her plate onto his, since that seems to be the majority of her trigger, and focuses on eating the potatoes, nibbling them slowly. “I’ve been managing t’ keep this on the down low for several days now. I’ll manage.”

He smiled, enjoying his meal as did the kids, the four of them polishing off their plates and asking for more.

Skylar ate her potatoes, and managed a few carrots before her stomach squeezed in warning. She split the rest of her carrots up between the kids, and then cut up a couple more sausages for them to eat, to help top them off. She gave them a smaller second helping, having no intentions of denying their growing kids of food when they burned off the calories with all the play and roughhousing that they did on the norm. When she finished with the second serving, Skylar set to cleaning the kitchen of dishes, busying herself while they ate.

Hamish lent back in his chair. “Babe, let me do it.” He said, poking her bum with his fork.

She snorted. “If you’re going to poke my butt, do it with something else besides a dirty fork,” She teases lightly, and reaches blindly back to grab for it. “Are ya done with it? I’ll wash it too.”

He laughed and pulled his fork back to his chest. "Sky, let me do the dishes." He insisted, reaching out, hooking his finger into the back of her pants, tugging gently.

“But ya already did most o’ dinner, n’ I don’t mind doin’ dishes, Haz. You’ve been busy all day.” She doesn’t fight his tugs, lest it put pressure on her belly, and she ends up backing into his chair as she looks back at him. If he’s not careful, she’ll end up right in his lap.

He pressed a kiss against her back. "You're not feelin’ well. I don't want you to make yourself sick." He said, looking up at her.

Skylar sighed gently. “Not doin’ anything ain’t gonna make it go away, sweetheart.” She says softly. “I can try t’ go lay down n’ rest a bit, but there’s no guarantee it’s gonna stay down.” She was growing well versed in how their baby’s quirks were going to work. Skylar glanced at her belly, and then at the dishes, and sighed again. “Alright though, sugar. Alright. We can leave the dishes for later.” If he didn’t do them tonight, she’d do them tomorrow morning.

He smiled and stood up, kissing her as she went to sit down. He had finished his meal and started scraping leftovers to give to the dogs. He scrubbed at the dishes while the kids finished licking their plates clean. He washed up the dishes, sitting them aside to drip dry. He collected the kids’ plates and scrubbed them clean too.

He emptied and rinsed out the sink, getting a damp cloth to clean the kids grubby faces and hands before they where allowed to get down.

Skylar had gone to sit on the couch and wait for them to finish up. She relaxed as best she could, her eyes drifting closed as she listened to the sounds of the kitchen and dealt with the churning in her stomach as it processed what she’d fed it.

While Samuel was getting his face cleaned, he looked up at his dad and lifted a brow, a motion not unlike what his mother made from time to time. “Daddy? How come the baby has to make Mommy’s tummy feel yucky?”

Hamish smiled. "It's because the baby is in her tummy, and it uses its little horns to head butt her tummy."

Bella's brows pushed together slightly. "You're tricking us, Daddy." She stated.

Sammy pouted at him. “Mommy says tricks are mean, Daddy. She says we should be honest, not tricksy.”

Peter’s little brows furrowed. “Mommy said we can’t see the horns until the baby is big enough to see them with a… uttersound?” He couldn’t remember what the word was, other than it started with ‘u’ and ended with ‘nd’. “So the baby’s horns can’t be making her sick.” He’s still a little proud of himself for working that out.

Hamish raised a brow. "Well aren't you all clever." He chuckled. "I don't really know why the baby makes her sick, it's just something that happens sometimes. You all made mommy sick too. But it won’t last too long."

“Good.” Sammy nodded. “I don’t like Mommy sick. She makes funny sounds in the bathroom when she thinks we’re not listening.”

Hamish snorted. "Mommy’s okay. Daddy might have to see if he needs to get her some medicine." He wiped down the table and the kitchen bench then took the left over out along with the dog food to feed the dogs.

That made Peter perk. “Medicine to make Mommy better?” He hopped out of his chair, and toddled after his daddy. Making his mommy better was definitely something that interested him.

The rest of the kids flocking to the living room disturbed Skylar, and she jerked awake from where she had dozed off. She sat up, scrubbed a hand over her face, and helped the kids set up some of their toys, before getting out of the way as Charles and Samuel took over the couch with their branch of the toys.

She sighed, and headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She could use some ginger ale or something that would settle her stomach, but they didn’t have any.

Hamish rubbed Peters head, while the little boy practically clung to his leg, pleased with the idea of medicine. Hamish put the food out for the dogs then came back inside.

Peter ran over to Skylar. "Mommy, when you're sick you need to sleep." He pushed on her leg gently. "Me and daddy will buy you medicine at the shop tomorrow." He stated.

“Oh, will ya now?” She lifted her gaze questioningly to Hamish, and arched a brow. “That’s awful sweet o’ ya. But, if I go sleep now, then I can’t spend the rest o’ the evening with my precious babies.” She rubs his head gently. His pushing on her leg was adorable, and she ended up obligingly taking a few steps, if only to humor him. She’d gotten a bottle of water instead of a glass- less likely to be spilled- so she tucked it under her armpit as she glanced between her youngest and her husband.

Hamish gave her a smile. "If you need it, I'll make a trip to town." Peter jumped at their feet.

"I'll go too." He smiled.

Hamish lifted Peter into his arms.

Bella poked her head over the couch. “Where are we going?”

Skylar chuckled softly and smiled faintly. “Haz, that’s sweet o’ ya t’ offer. But… I don’t know what over the counter anti-nausea meds I can take that would be safe for the baby.” Her fingers rest on her belly. Her children were important to her- she wouldn’t do anything intentionally to endanger them if she could help it. “All o’ the stuff I’ve heard about is doctors appointments only sorts o’ stuff. Unless you’ve been doin’ some research on your own?”

He glanced to the side and rubbed his head dumbly. "I was... just gonna ask for morning sickness medicine." He figured something like that would have to exist, but Skylar was probably right in that she would have needed a prescription for that kind of medication.

Skylar sighed and gave him a fond smile. She scooted to his side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're real sweet." She says, and gives him a warm look. "Ya could call down t' the pharmacy n' check instead o' wasting gas if ya wanted, but I think its something I'm gonna have t' see an actual doctor about." And since she didn't really bother with doctors for herself, she'd have to actually get a primary physician to look after her.

He shrugged, "I might as well go in anyway, get the kids out of the house for a bit so you can relax a little, I can get you some ginger ale."

She nods. "A'right. You know I don't mind having the kids around. Moms don't get to take breaks from being a mom." She gives him a wink. "But I would like some ginger ale, and maybe some saltines? Maybe that'll help with my nausea some too."

Hamish smiled and kissed her cheek. "Ginger ale and saltines." He repeated. Peter smiled at Skylar from Hamish's arms.

"Mhm, yes please." She nods, and returns the cheek kiss gently. Peter gets a kiss too. "You be good for Daddy, okay? That goes for all four of you."

Bella grinned. "Yes Momma."

Hamish smiled he let Peter down and pulled Skylar against him, peppering her cheek in kisses.

Skylar laughed as his kiss attack was launched. Her freckled cheeks blushed a bright blue as she beamed at him. She loved his kisses, no matter how she felt. Skylar looped her arms around his shoulders and just took a moment to cuddle into him, letting him brace her weight as she leaned on him a little bit. She loved him so much- she wasn’t sure what she’d do without him.

He rested his fuzzy chin on the top of her head. He knew she loved the feeling of his beard, so he rubbed his chin against her skull as she cuddled against him.

It was a weirdly comforting feeling, having his furry chin rubbing against the top of her skull. The hairs tickled over the sensitive scar, but it didn’t hurt. Maybe, she mused silently, she enjoyed his overall fluffiness because her dad had been hairy, and there was some measure of comfort in the feeling of it against her bones. Her muscles relaxed as he rubbed his chin atop her skull, and she sighed contently against his neck. Skylar’s fingers massaged the back of his shoulders as she relaxed against him.

He smiled, feeling her relax against him and let out a soft, happy hum. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too,” She whispered back to him, and pressed soft kisses against his neck and collarbone.

Bella wiggled her brows at her daddy over the back of the couch. “Mama and Daddy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~” She sang playfully.

Hamish laughed. “You shush, I’m allowed to kiss mommy.” He grinned.

The boys laughed peeking their little heads over the couch too.

Skylar found a hilarious amount of irony in that song, and pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle her growing laughter.

Hamish smiled, rubbing Skylar’s back while he poked his tongue out at his cheeky kids.

His kids stuck their tongues out at him too and giggled cheerily.

Skylar snickered as he rubbed her back. "You know what's funny? The rest o' that song goes 'first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage'. And what did we do out of order? Everything." She giggled.

He let out a snort and shook his head. ”We’re terrible.” He smiled. “Such sinners.”

“We’re terrible,” She agreed with a laugh and leaned back to look at him. She took a deep breath and bumped her skull to his chin with a gentle touch. “God, I love ya, y’know that? You n’ our kids brighten up my day.”

“I know.” He hummed. He ran his hands down her back, patting her bum. “Speaking of kids, we have some little beasties who need a bath and horn polish I believe.”

He did so enjoy to pat her butt, she mused in amusement. “Mmm, true…” She blinks slowly and tiredly, and smooches his cheek. “Ya can make the trip to town tomorrow, okay?” She says gently. “Lets get the kids bathed and polished- n’ then I might retire early t’night.”

Bella pouts. “That means an early bed time, doesn’t it?”

“We need t’ get you on a normal schedule anyways, sweetheart. Ya start preschool soon.” Skylar points out. “School starts early in the mornin’.”

Hamish grinned. His little girl was getting so big now. He wrapped his arm around Skylar and headed to the bathroom, the sound of four pairs of feet padding along behind them. Hamish started the bath, getting it nice and warm as all four kids started undressing themselves.

All of their kids were getting big now. The triplets would be starting school in the next couple of years, and Skylar was already due to have another baby. She bounced herself into their upstairs bathroom with the kids, and made sure that no shirts got stuck on horns. Eventually Bella would outgrow wanting to do family bath time with her brothers- but it was a good bonding experience for them now. "Alright, sweet beans." She smiled. "I'm gonna go get the polish ready for after the bath."

"It's downstairs, Mama." Bella chirped.

Skylar arched a brow. "Why's it downstairs?"

"I hid it." Samuel grinned proudly. "Its stinky. Don't want it."

"Unfortunately, all horn polish is stinky." Skylar chuckles. "So ya have t' have it. Into the tub with you, ya naked little goblins."

"Polish is under the kitchen sink, Mommy." Bella provides cheerfully, and scrambles into the shallow tub water. She sits down and happily starts to scrub her toes clean of dirt from running around.

Skylar shakes her head. "I'll be back, Haz. Gonna go find the polish."

“I got em.” He said, squirting soap onto a sponge. He had Sam stand up first so he could wash the little boy, soaping him up all over with foamy bubbles. He took turns helping each of the boys wash, and then when he was done passed the sponge to Bella, she had declared she was old enough to wash herself now.

Bella took the sponge and started to scrub herself down, just like how she had seen her Mama scrub down when she had been in the bath with them. Bella worked herself into a full body lather and then giggled. "Daddy," she grins, "I am the bubble monster!" She declared.

Skylar had tottered downstairs, and found the polish easily enough. She twisted off the cap to check the amount, to see if she needed to get one of the spares from the closet. If she had to change out polish containers while doing yhe kid's horns, one or more of them usually bolted. And it was usually instigated by Samuel.

The smell of the polish made her stomach heave, and she squashed the lid on roughly. She leaned on the counter, taking deep breaths to try and let it pass. Her stomach squeezed rebelliously on dinner, but Skylar managed to keep it down. "Ohhh, baby, you're gonna put your Mama through the ringer, aren’t ya?" She murmured quietly to her belly, before sighing and heading back for the stairs. The lingering nausea was killing the pep in her step, but she tried to look cheery enough for the kids and her husband.

When Skylar returned to the bathroom Hamish was on his knees, his hand cupping Peter’s chin gently as he brushed the little boys teeth. Sam would continually stand himself up in the bath to draw on the wall with the water on his finger, Hamish would softly tap his little bum with the back of his hand and tell the little boy to sit back down.

“Got the polish.” Skylar wiggled the tin with a slightly forced grin. She eyed Samuel, and lifted a brow. “Sammy, sit.” She said, watching as the boy plopped his butt back down and gave her a pouty look. “Don’t even, ya little hobgoblin.” She padded closer to the tub, and made sure they were all rinsed and ready to be taken out. “I’ll let ya work on getting them dried and teeth brushed one at a time, alright?” She glanced to Hamish. “That’ll give me time t’ get their horns polished without having to chase down a buncha naked kids.”

Sammy grins at her, and she laughs and gently splashes him.

Skylar looks at Peter, and smiles at her youngest, before going to prepare the rags for the polish. When Hamish is done with Peter, she scoots him into her room, and fetches him his pajamas. When he’s dressed, she pulls him into her lap and starts to work on polishing his horns, holding her breath as she gently massages the polish into his horns.

Peter sits still enjoying the gentle massage on his horns.

Hamish squishes Sam’s cheeks between his fingers and laughs when the little boy bit down on his toothbrush to stop his daddy from brushing. “Come on, you want your teeth to be shiny?” He asked. Sam opened his mouth and let Hamish finish brushing.

“Sam giving ya trouble?” Skylar asked as she took a shallow breath of air while dabbing more polish onto her rag. She started in on Peter’s second horn. The smaller horns took less time to polish than Bella’s larger set.

“He’s just being a rat bag,” He laughed, lifting Sam out of the bath and wrapping him in a towel, rubbing him dry.

Skylar snorted softly, and finished with Peter. She gently set him on the bed, letting him roll around on her pillows in his pajamas, and went to get Sammy’s Pajamas. She got all the kids clothes, and then sat down, getting comfortable. When Sam was dry, she stole him before he could run off, and began wrangling him into clothes.

“Mommy no!” He huffed, and flailed his arms at her. “No clothes!”

Skylar snorts. “Ya can sleep naked when ya have your own house,” She tickles his side, and works on wrangling his shirt over his head.

He wriggled in her arms, lowering his horns at her and blowing a small puff of smoke out at her.

Hamish lifted Charles out of the bath after having brushed his teeth and dried him off.

Skylar managed to get his shirt on, before she snorted right back at him, and ruffled her horns gently against his. “Ya little hoodlum. Ya ain’t gonna get out o’ a horn polish.” She chuckles. She smooches his face, and then settles him in her lap so he’s facing her. He was less likely to run away if he had to look at her. Her fingers fetched the horn polish, and she wiggled the rag at him playfully. “Be a good boy for me, Sammy, and this’ll go faster.”

He pouted but looked up at her, his little nose scrunched up a little.

Hamish stood Charles slightly to the side, the little boy wrapped up in his towel, while he got Bella out and dried too. Then he let out the bath water, and then led the two into his and Skylar’s room.

Skylar kissed his nasal ridge, and then set to work polishing his horns. She gave him the same treatment that Peter got, massage and all, and once he was done and shined up for the next while, Skylar smiled down at him. “Alright, kiddo, you’re done. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She smooched his cheeks, and let him scamper across the bed.

Skylar took a moment to take a deep breath while she helped Charles into his clothes. Her stomach was not enjoying the smell of the horn polish, and she was getting a sour taste in her mouth. She needed a moment to breathe in something that wasn’t the smell of polish, or she was going to be sick. “Did ya enjoy bath time, Charles?” She asked her son gently, giving him a smile as she shuffled him into his pajamas.

Hamish sat down next to Skylar and passed Bella her cloths, letting her dress herself. He lifted her onto his lap, kissing her little cheeks.

Once Skylar had her eldest son dressed, she carefully began polishing Charles horns, making sure they were taken care of. He didn’t fuss at her, for which she was thankful. Once she finished with him, Skylar gave a smile to Bella and Hamish. Skylar looked pale, her freckles highlighted on her face. “Ya want t’ polish her horns, Haz?”

Hamish noticed her expression and nodded quickly, reaching to take the rag and polish from her. He cupped the polish in his hand, giving Skylar a moment to decide if she needed to leave the room before he opened it.

Skylar cast the polish a glance, blanching even paler. Her stomach gave a lurch, and she knew what was coming as the sour taste in her mouth thickened. The air was still heavy with the smell of polish from her kids freshly polished horns. All the same, Skylar managed a smile, and got up to walk to the bathroom. She gingerly shut the door, and turned on the sink, before sinking to her knees in front of the toilet.

If there was one thing she hated more than she hated morning sickness in general, it was the feeling that you were going to be sick, before you were actually sick.

Skylar was stuck breathing through it, letting the sink muffle her noises, until she felt her stomach lurch up the first mouthful of dinner. Ugh. And so the cycle started again.

Peter slapped his hands against his head at the noise and pressed his face into the pillows. Hamish polished Bella’s horns with a hard frown while the other boys padded curiously over to the bathroom door. “Boys, come away from the door.”

Samuel glanced up at his father and then mimicked the sound his mommy made. He seemed to enjoy the harmless mockery as Skylar echoed it behind closed doors. "Bweeergg. Mommy makes silly sounds!"

Charles also seemed to enjoy the noise, and so made it at his brother, and both of them tussled noisily away from the door.

Bella puffed her cheeks, and looked at the door where her mommy was sick at. She then glanced at her daddy. "Isn't it bed time?" She asked. She usually wouldn't ask, but her mommy was sick, and her brother was gonna be a butthead. Bedtime meant her mommy could get some time to rest without worrying about them, right? Her daddy could focus on making her mommy feel better.

Hamish nodded. “I think so, I’m almost finished polishing your horns and you can go and pick your book for story time.” Hamish’s soul clenched a little, his baby girl was growing up so fast, she would be in school soon. How long would it be before she decided she was too old for story time?

Bella nodded and bit her lip. She worried the edge of her nightdress with her fingers and looked up at Hamish while he finished her horns. "Okay. Daddy...? You don’t have to read me a story tonight if you don't want to. I know mommy needs you." And reading to the boys only was faster than reading to both her and them. They had different tastes in books, she and her brothers, and they didn't like to listen to the ones her daddy would read her. So they had separate story time, unless it was out in the living room. Then it was community story time, and every one listened to whatever her Daddy was reading at the time.

Hamish frowned. "No baby, it's okay. I'll read you a story." he said, finishing up on her horns, he Lifted her down onto the floor. "Peter." He called, the youngest boy had his head tucked under their pillows. He moved around and lifted him up. "Okay kids, lets do stories." He said, ushering them out of the room.

Bella helped to round up her brothers and usher them out of the room. She wiggled and made haste for her room, crawling up onto her bed and making sure her stuffed pony was close so she could cuddle it.

Charles and Samuel barreled down the hall with hall the grace of a drunken bulldozer. They made it to their bedroom, and started to scramble to their respective beds, bouncing excitedly on the top covers.

Hamish chuckled. He peered into Bella's room. "You pick your book and get into bed baby, I'll be in after I settle your brothers down okay." He made his way to the boys room. "Okay, boys" He said, Peter had gotten himself in bed, the other boys where bouncing between each others bed. Hamish sighed and grabbed Sam, mid air making the boy burst into laughter, he laid him down and tucked him in then did the same for Charles. "What book would you boys like?" He asked. Like Bella, the boys had their own favorite book, they snuggled in their bed while he read to them.

When he finished reading he turned on their small night light before turning off their big light. He kissed each of them on the head. "If mommy is feeling better soon I'll send her in to give you a kiss." He said then made his way to Bella's room.

Bella had picked up her favorite book from when she had been a toddler and a baby, as well as the other book that her daddy had been reading to her for a while. It was what her mommy called a chapter book, and had no pictures, but it was about a brave king who tried to win the heart of a fiery dragon riding princess. Bella adored it. She enjoyed other stories, but the pony book brought a special comfort when she wasn't feeling good, or was nervous about something. She was excited for the new baby, but seeing and hearing her mommy so sick was scary. Bella stroked the soft cover of the book and cuddled with her toy horse. Her blankets weren't straight but her daddy could fix them. She smiled when he came inside, and cuddled the pony book to her chest, before holding out the chapter book. She wanted to hand him the pony book afterwards, but not for him to read. "Another chapter, Daddy? The brave king was just about to climb on the dragon, remember? I wonder if he'll do it or if he'll be too afraid. Could you ride a dragon, daddy?"

Hamish sat down on the edge of the bed and opened to the page he had book marked. "I don't know, Dragons seem very scary." He smiled. "Do you think I could ride a dragon?" He asked. He wrapped his arm around her, while he searched for his place to start reading.

"Mmm..." She squinted up at him and giggled softly as she cuddled into his side. "Only if mommy was riding with you. Mommy can ride anything." Bella was sure of that. "You and mommy could ride a dragon." She settled down, and while he was searching, she decided to give him the book early. She poked him in his pudgy belly with the corner and held it up. "Daddy? The baby can't have it cause its mine, but you can read it to the baby tonight. I want my baby sister to have a good taste in books." She chirps. Maybe it would help and comfort her mommy too. That would be a bonus. But Bella was determined to have a sister and have that sister like the same stories she did.

Hamish took the horse book, his brows turned up slightly, it had been a long time since he had read this book with Bella, he kissed her cheek. "Thank you, baby." He said softly. He cuddled close to her. "lets find out if the king rides the dragon, huh?" He smiled.

She beamed at him and nodded, draping against his soft belly as she cuddled him. Her daddy was soft and squishy, and she liked him this way. Her not so little horns poked lightly at his ribs, and she remembered vaguely to tilt her head away as she listened to him start in. Her daddy had the best reading voice.

It turned out the king did ride the dragon, and it seemed like the princess was falling in love with him too, he had seen the smile grow on Bella's little face as he read to her. The book had given the characters different names, but Bella had insisted that he name the princess and king after himself and Skylar, his daughter seemed to enjoy the story better imagining her parents as a king and princess living in a far away kingdom with dragons.

Bella adored it. She could imagine them riding dragons instead of horses, and wearing long flowing dresses or thick furry robes to fight off the cold. Of course, to her a robe was like her mommy's bath robe, so it was a silly image, but she adored it all the same. As the chapter concluded, with the king meeting his own dragon, Bella's eyes were drooping and her head was full of dreamy thoughts.

Hamish marked their page and laid her down kissing her head, he turned off her light, he left her door open so the light in the hallway would let a little bit of light into her room. He returned to his and Skylar’s room and stepped into the bathroom to check on her. "You okay?"

Skylar had given up kneeling in front of the toilet, if only to save her poor knees. She sat to the side of it, looking miserable as she leaned on the edge of the seat and tried to stop the gross bubbling feeling in her empty stomach. She had thrown everything up- all that was coming up now was the few sparse sips of water she'd taken from the tap, and bile. When Hamish stepped in, her head jerked up long enough to see who it was, before resting back on the edge. "Peachy," she rasped faintly, coughing and spitting to clear her mouth. "Kids in- hggg- in bed?"

"They're in bed." He said, Bella's book still in his hand. He pulled it up to his chest and smiled. "Bella gave me her horse book." He sat down on the floor. "She wants me to read it to the baby." He rubbed Skylar's back.

"Good. This is jus' gonna upset them." His hand on her back felt nice, and it seemed to help some of the nausea abate. She only dry heaved a few more times, muscles bunching under his hand, before her body calmed enough that she felt safe enough to leave the edge of the toilet seat. Skylar leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes while her fingers rubbed her lower belly. She was lacking the utter energy and motivation to clamor to her feet to rinse her mouth and get into her pajamas. She still needed to polish her own horns, but she had to wonder if the lingering smell of her polish wasn’t making her ill. The polish smell never really went away. "I'm not gonna object t' ya reading t' the baby. I like listening t' ya read. I just... Need a bit t' get my energy up t' do stuff." She was exhausted and it showed.

He stood up and fetched the cup of water on the sink, filling it with water and passing it to her, so she could at least rinse her mouth out. He knelt down with her. "Do you need anything?" He asked. He would still need to run out and bring the horses in before they cuddled up in bed for story time with their new baby.

She accepted it specifically to rinse her mouth out, and did so, but held onto the cup anyways. She looked up at him as he knelt before her and sighed. "Not at the moment, no. I know ya gotta do chores before bed. Mmm... Gimme a minute n' I'll help ya." She shifted, and placed a hand on the closed lid of the toilet seat so she could shakily heft herself up. He had done more than enough tonight. Skylar could help tend to the horses. It wasn't that hard, after all.

He was going to protest and tell her to let him do it, but figured maybe getting outside in the air would make her stomach settle. He helped her up and made his way downstairs with her, taking it easy to prevent upsetting her stomach again. The air had cooled down and a nice breeze was blowing through, it might even be worth opening a few of their windows to let a bit of the breeze through.

The fresh air outside was nice, and Skylar inhaled deeply as they stepped outside. Her boots clicked on the porch, and she slowly made her way down, heading towards the barn. Mel had been moved to the foaling stall with her foal, to keep them out of the weather, so she would go tend to her rather than subject Hamish to her wrath. As she walked with her husband, Skylar lightly bumped her head against his shoulder. "You're bein' a trooper about this," She murmurs, meaning the morning sickness in general. He hadn’t been exposed to a lot of it before- Skylar had done her best to keep quiet and not freak him out, particularly when she had been pregnant with Bella. "Thank you."

"Better to try keep things calm then have you stressed out more than you need to be." He said, placing a hand on her back while they walked. "You feeling better?" He asked as they neared the horses, he followed her to where they where keeping Mel, he wasn't going to get too close but he wanted to see how she and her new filly where doing.

"Yeah. I'm trying not t' stress too much, but the kids... Don't make all day sickness easy." She couldn't take a break to recuperate. But, such was the fate of a mom. Skylar leaned into him with a soft sound. "A little, yeah. M' not dry heaving in the dirt, so that's an improvement." She jokes faintly.

Mel lifted her head as they for there, and approached to nose at Skylar's face worriedly. The filly was nosing at Mel's teats, nursing happily away. She knickered softly to Skylar and nosed her cheek.

Skylar smiles more, and rubs her nose faintly. The freckled filly is adorable, and quite healthy. "Hey girl... I'm okay. You're such good, watchful mommy for your lil filly and for your rider, ain't ya, Mel?"

Hamish smiled and rested his arms on the stall door. "How're you doing pretty girl?" He asked. The Filly stuck her head out from under Mel's belly to look up at their two guests, nickering softly, she recognized Skylar, but wasn't as familiar with Hamish yet, she let out a small winny letting her mommy know she wasn't so sure about the new face.

Mel leaned her head around and gently ran her tongue over her baby's butt, reassuring the filly that while this man was annoying, he was harmless. Mostly harmless.

Skylar chuckled, and gently bumped her hip to Hamish's. "She's doing okay. I'll work on getting her more familiar with ya here soon. Been working on getting a halter on and off of our little speckled girl. She does better than Chel did. Thinking she might have more of her daddy's attitude this time. At least thus far, anyhow."

The foal made her way over to the door of the stall, sniffing at Skylar and Hamish's hands. Hamish looked down at her. "You're a friendly girl, aren't you?" He cooed. wiggling his fingers at her, the filly's ears flicked back and forth, still unsure about him, she kept closer to Skylar but stretched her neck out to lip at his fingers.

Skylar had been around her since she was born, so she was fairly familiar with the horned skeleton. Skylar smiled, and reached her fingers out to run them over the filly's back, scratching and itching where her little lips wouldn't reach. "She is. She's got Charlie’s temperament, that's for sure." Skylar hummed softly. "She's gonna be easy t' break for riding when she's old enough. She'd be a good fit for Peter if she keeps this temperament.”

He smiled and nodded. "I might bring peter out to see her, he will love her."  He rubbed Skylar's back and made his way over to the other stalls, opening them up so the horses would be able to come straight in. He pulled open the gate to the paddock. Charlie, Chel and the other mares made their way over, the two mares going straight to their stalls, Chel's stall was close to Mel so she could still see her mom. Charlie didn't go to his stall like he usually did. He made his way over to where Mel and the new filly were, standing by Skylar to sniff at the foal.

Chel made her way over too and lipped at the collar of Skylar's shirt, tucking her head over her shoulder to nose at Mel.

Mel pinned her ears, not liking so many others near her foal, and teeth flashed as she nipped at Chel.

Chel pinned her ears and let out a displeased squeal.

Skylar rolled her eyes and fisted her fingers in Chel's mane. "Come on you." She tugged, and guided her away from her mother's stall. The mare subsided obediently. But, after the hell that Skylar had in breaking her, and the work she'd put into her, Skylar could make her obey. She'd put her daughter on a well trained horse after all. She could be led with just her mane.

Hamish had made his way back over and placed a hand on Charlie. "Careful, she'll have a go at you, mate." He warned the Stallion who simply continued to sniff and nose at his new daughter that he hadn't had a chance to met yet, the filly got curious.

Mel's ears pinned, and she squealed at Charlie, grabbing a mouthful of mane and pulling at the stallion as she ushered the filly away from her father. Mel's teeth also nipped at Hamish.

Skylar returned, and intercepted the attempted bite at her husband. She pinched her fingers over the soft part of Mel's lip, and squeezed in a mimicry of a bull ring, making the mare snort and back up. Skylar wiggled her finger at her when she let go. "No."

Mel licked her lips and snorted at her, shaking her head.

Charlie had his ears pined back as he stepped away with a loud snort of his own, shaking himself off from the bite and moved to the comfort of his eldest daughter.

Chel leaned out of her stall to groom her father's neck, and knickered softly at Hamish and Skylar.

Skylar watched them, and leaned against Mel's door. "Heh. At least I'm not like Mel, eh?" She wiggled a brow. "My bites would hurt more." He had the scar to prove it.

Hamish’s mouth quirked up. He stepped up to Skylar and took her hands, bringing her to face him. He pressed her against his chest, one hand in hers, his other on her lower back, he swayed gently with her, similar to the way they had on their wedding night, only this time there was no large round belly between them... yet.

She smiled and leaned into him, her arm sliding up around his shoulder and splaying on his shoulder blades. There was no belly to make their dance difficult- well, there was his, but she could form fit to the shape of it, and work around it. Skylar swayed with him, with more grace than she had before. She smiled up at him, and kissed him gently. "I love you."

The horses stuck their heads over the gates to watch them curiously.

He beamed at Skylar, slow dancing in the barn the light from the setting sun creating a warm orange glow around them. The hand on her back moved around closer to her front, his chest swelled, their love had put their fifth child in his wife, it made his cheeks flush slightly.

He looked so handsome smiling at her in the fading sunlight. Skylar kissed him again, and smiled as his chest puffed up against hers. She wondered what he was thinking about. But, she could guess as his cheeks flushed a bright red color and his hand wandered towards her belly. She smiled and arched a brow at him. "Thinking about how ya put another baby in me?" She asks gently, her fingers sliding up along the back of his neck and teasing the vertebrae there.

He chuckled. “Am I that obvious?” He asked softly, as they continued their dance. He knew Skylar probably didn’t feel too beautiful right now, seeing as just a short while ago she had her head in the toilet getting rid of her dinner, but to him, she looked more beautiful than ever. She always had an extra beautiful glow around her when she got pregnant.

"A little." She smiled. Considering she was still in the gimmick shirt, it was pretty easy to see where his attention was going. "The blush, and your wanderin' fingers are your tells, sugar." She smiles at him slightly, blue eyes pale and gleaming. She didn't feel beautiful, but he always made her feel loved and like she was perfect just like she was. She sways her hips with his, turning just slightly so his thumb could rub over her belly. "No worries- you're gonna have plenty o' time t' touch my belly tonight, I promise. Touch it, kiss it... Gotta spend time with your next baby." She smiles. He'd get more time with this pregnancy than he had the triplets. All for the better, honestly. She was a grump with the triplets. She was gonna try to not be a grump with this one.

He nodded happily. They had a book to snuggle up and read. He struggled but he managed to pull himself away from Skylar to quickly make sure all the horses were locked up properly. He held his wife’s hand as they left the barn, he pulled the barn door closed then took Skylar’s hand again, returning to the house, he did a check over, making sure everything was in order before they went to bed, turning off lights that didn’t need to be on.

They made it to their room, he opened the door for their balcony to let a little bit of the cool air in then made his way to their bathroom to pee before coming to bed, he undressed down to his boxers and crawled into bed, holding the little book while he waited for Skylar.

By the time they were all in the bedroom, Skylar had made the decision to sleep in just a crop top and panties. Naked sleeping could only happen when the kids weren't in the house- because the boys had a habit of running to the bedroom when something scared them. Skylar took her time slowly stripping. When she was mostly naked, she stood by the mirror on the vanity looking at her horns, and judging quietly how long she could go without having to brave the polish and its stink. She sighed, rubbed her horns with her fingers, and then turned to make her way to bed. She crawled up next to Hamish, adjusting her crop top, before cuddling into his side with a soft sound. "Mmm..." The cold air from the open door felt nice over her bones, and she could cuddle to his warmth to offset the chill it might bring the room.

He took a moment to love on his wife some more, pressing kisses to her cheeks and jaw before his attention turned to their baby who right now was probably nothing more than a tiny cluster of magic growing and shaping itself with every passing minuet. He kissed her belly, still soft from the triplets and settled down to start a routine he missed greatly. He read the book, with each page he pressed material from the different ponies against Skylar’s belly, just like he had done for Bella.

Skylar enjoyed the attention he lavished to her, but willingly relaxed as he turned his attention to her belly. She rubbed the top of his skull fondly as he rubbed the well-worn textures of the book against her belly. The soft ones tickled her belly, and Skylar couldn't stop the quiet laugh. Just relaxing and listening to him read to their baby was doing wonders to make her unwind. The faint nauseated gurgling sounds her belly was making began to die off, and she was given a complete reprieve from the constant nausea for the first time that day.

Hamish finished the book and gave her belly another kiss before shifting up and wrapping his arms around Skylar.

“Mmm…” Skylar smiled softly and kissed his cheek. She rolled onto her sides, and cuddled up close to him. “Can’t wait until I’m showing?” She questions lightly.

Hamish’s cheeks flushed slightly and he let out a soft pleased moan, pressing against her. “Mmm, I love when you show.”

She blushed and smiled gently, running her fingers over his sides. She hooked a bare leg over his hips, tucking her pelvis against his as she sighed contently. “Mmm, well, I’ll be showing soon enough. Remember~” She purred against his neck. “The more I’m pregnant… the faster I’m gonna show.” Her uterus would adjust to being pregnant faster, and would, as far as she could tell, grow bigger faster to make more room for her baby to grow. “Mm… I can’t wait until I can roll over, n’ ya can feel our baby kick against your belly.”

Hamish could feel his body growing hotter. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed her flush against him, letting out a soft groan, pressing kisses against her neck.

Skylar smiled against his kisses, and cuddles into his front. “Careful, sweetheart,” She kissed his scarred shoulder gently, “or you’ll get too loud n’ wake the kids.” She was an awful tease when she felt good. Skylar gently bumped her hips against his, and cuddled close with a sigh. “Y’wanna know some good news?”

Hamish let out a long breath and looked down at Skylar. “What good news?” He asked, brushing his fingers gently against her back.

The bare skin of her ecto flesh tickled and pebbled up in gooseflesh as his fingers stroked down her skin. Skylar gave him a smile, and rubbed her toes along the back of his thighs. “I’m not nauseated,” She kisses his neck. “Baby seems to like story time.” She smiles cheekily against his skin.

He grinned widely. He knew the baby couldn’t hear their voices, but having story time make Skylar’s sickness settle made him feel extremely happy. He loved reading to his children.

“I thought that might make ya happy,” She chuckled into his shoulder, and pressed loving kisses to his neck. “Mmm… I like this. Just… bein’ able t’ rest and lay here with ya. Our baby growin’ inside o’ me, with our other little ones sleepin’ in their beds… This is nice.” She muses softly. “Mm… ‘f heaven exists, this is what it’s probably like.”

Hamish smiled and continued to rub Skylar's back. He was beyond relaxed right now, he loved the warmth of his wife close to him, knowing their children where sleeping safely. He was the happiest man alive he reckoned.

Skylar gave him another soft and gentle kiss, and then cuddled close. The smooth curve of her horn cradled his chin as she snuggled close, and settled down. As tired as she was, the soft and gentle touches lulled her swiftly to sleep as soon as they stopped talking, and Skylar settled in for a sound rest, snoring just softly against the plush skin of his chest.

[itsreaditandwow2]

BOEING, YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT COMPANY, AND I HOPE YOU GO OUT OF FUCKIN' BUSINESS! AND I'M GLAD THAT YOUR PLANES ARE BEING BUILT WRONG, AND THE PLANES ARE HAVIN' TO GO TO WASHINGTON TO BE REPAIRED BECAUSE THE STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS THAT Y'ALL BRINGIN' IN HERE CAN'T BUILD THE PLANES RIGHT!

Charles Green (Angry Grandpa)

[therealheandshetvcom]

https://youtu.be/9Zz4JnxFAaI

[romllig]

THE GODDAMN DUMP SMELLS BETTER THAN MY HOUSE!

Charles Green (Angry Grandpa)

[johngaltfla]

Presenting the Most Disgusting Tweet of the Year (Warning: Barf Alert)

Presenting the Most Disgusting Tweet of the Year (Warning: Barf Alert)

by John Galt June 8, 2016 22:10 ET

I’m officially declaring this the creepiest most disgusting Tweet of the Year courtesy of has been pop singer, Madonna:

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[dtcreviews]

20 Atomic in 20 Minutes *VOMIT ALERT* - Super Hot Main Show Challenge Ep. 4

[archerofanarchy]

i was relatively okay on friday and saturday, just groggy and weak and kinda just not impressed with people

my last meal was on saturday

shit went so far south after that i'm probably not going to see it again until march, fucking migratory piece of shit

i've eaten two crisps, six mouthfuls of chicken pasta and an M&S teacake since saturday's meal. i woke up choking on pasta-flavoured vomit in the early hours of this morning. the crisps and the teacake didn't stand a chance.

i've only just now gotten to the stage where i can drink water without projectile-vomiting it everywhere 10 minutes later

i laugh in the face of food, even roast chicken pie and chicken mcnuggets covered in easy single cheese and mac & cheese and chicken noodle soup (aka all my favourites)

i feel like i'm burning up but i don't actually have a fever and every time my mam checks my forehead her hand is BLISTERINGLY HOT even though i myself feel like i am on fire, and she says i'm actually colder than normal

i've spent so much time sleeping and it doesn't seem to be doing a lick of good, my meds are doing sweet fuck all, extra painkillers work for a while and then my aches and nausea come back.

i just want to be better so i can get all my work done and not have to worry about it any more... fucking viruses i fucking hate them so much.

[simplylibbymac]

Enjoying A 20 Year Old CRYSTAL PEPSI (WARNING:VOMIT ALERT)

L.A. BEAST purchased a 20 year old bottle of Crystal Pepsi (The Clear Soda) from ebay for $80 to celebrate 20 years since this amazing soft drink of the earl...

this is the most disgusting shit ever. its filth. he still has swag tho don't worry.