The Chibi Problem Part 9
Over the next couple of weeks, BabyDoll began making his castle into a comfortable nest. His mates helped by helping themselves to anything in the house that they thought he might like. It became a regular routine for me to scavenge the castle for my watch, my jewelry, my coin collection, and several apparently irresistible pieces of lingerie and most of my collection of sex toys. Now why in the hell they would want to line their nest with those, I will never understand and upon reflection, I don't think I want to know.
Whenever I retrieved something, the alphas traded aggrieved looks that said, "Well, dammit!" but they didn't glare or growl at me. We were becoming friends, apparently. Or BabyDoll had issued a directive.
They also collected stuffed animals, afghans, scarves and the cats' water dish for a swimming pool. It was actually pretty funny, until I caught them trying to move a stained glass lamp to get at a crocheted table topper. I caught the lamp before the heirloom became a priceless family pile of glass, and decided we'd better talk.
I gathered them together after dinner for a family conference. I put the recliner back and they took their places on the footrest.
How's the decorating going? I asked. Killer and Angel glanced at each other while BabyDoll patted my leg and "oooooiii"-ed. That's good, sweetie.
This meeting is to establish some ground rules for the nest building. That lamp is very old; it's belonged in my gundam for a very long time. I would not want anything to happen to it. I don't mind you going after the doily, but after this, please ask me first. I'll lift the lamp and you guys can take whatever's under it.
The alphas conferred for a moment, then nodded.
Great. About my watch... I have a nice old turnip watch that belonged to my grandfather that you may use, but I need my watch. That's the way I know what time it is.
They all looked at me, clearly confused. Angel rattled off a whole string of "omae o korosu" and "baka" and "hnnnnn". Killer nodded and snapped a "kisama!" at me. BabyDoll gave me the eyes and a soft "Shiiiii."
No, my mother didn't forget to teach me, I growled. Humans lost the ability to tell time by light and atmospheric conditions a long time ago. That's why we invented clocks.
They chattered together for another minute, then looked at me with sympathetic eyes. Yep, feel sorry for the poor, head-blind human. I really need to get a life.
And the cats' dish is not a proper pool. I'll get you a better pool. You want some recreation equipment, too? Nods all round. I grabbed a notepad and began making a list.
Killer raised his hand.
Yes, beautiful?
He frowned, but kept it short. He wanted a soft bed, like the ones on my bed, for his BabyDoll and his chibits. Angel glared at him, but seconded the request. BabyDoll regarded them both fondly. It took a few seconds before I realised he was talking about the pillows. I made a note.
Okay. Pillows for the bedrooms. Reminds me; do you plan on sharing the same bed all the time?
The alphas grudgingly allowed that there might be occasional nights when one of them might give the other privacy with BabyDoll.
How about when BabyDoll doesn't want either of you?
Shocked eyes. Out of the question. Never happen in a bazillion years. BabyDoll raked them with a sidelong glance then informed me that on those nights he would sleep with me. If that was all right with me..?
I stroked his braid and he thrummed. Anytime, sweetie; you know that.
I put down a "3" next to pillow on my list.
It went on like that for about twenty minutes. They made suggestions, requests and orders. The orders I ignored, the rest I took under advisement.
Finally, Angel raised his hand. I nodded, giving him the floor, and he took off at light speed. I didn't even try to follow the chatter; he was way too fast for me. When he stopped, I looked at BabyDoll.
Food, BabyDoll translated slowly. Angel wanted to know if the sweet brown chunks of food were for all-time or special.
It took a few seconds, but then I realised that he meant the chocolate blocks.
Not exactly special, I hedged, but I'm not allowed to eat a lot of chocolate, so I only bring it home occasionally. The tips of his feathered wings twitched and he came awfully close to pouting. You can have some when I bring it home, but too much would make you guys sick.
He looked to BabyDoll for confirmation and frowned when he got it.
I know, I sympathized. It's great stuff.
After an hour or so, I looked over the list and decreed that we had plenty to start with and that we'd do this again in a week or so.
The alphas had to take their patrols and BabyDoll was yawning, which made me yawn, so we headed off to bed.
BabyDoll was sprawled out on my shoulderblade when we went to sleep. When I awoke, he was gone. I stumbled out to the living room and peeked into the master bedroom to find BabyDoll and Angel cuddling quietly. Killer was elsewhere.
Sorry, guys, I muttered when Angel raised his elegant eyebrows at my intrusion. Just checking.
BabyDoll grabbed a strand of my hair and then my hand when I went to remove him. "Oooooiii?" he crooned curiously.
Sleep hangover, I explained. Slept too much yesterday. Need coffee, caffeine.
He swarmed up my arm to my shoulder to hug me. "Moooooiii" he breathed. "Moooooiii looooo..." The image in my mind was of chibis and chibits and affection and protection. I think BabyDoll just told me he loved me.
TBC...
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