noveltune [1091] – Y05.091 – Small
[1091] – Y05.091 – Small
[1091] – Y05.091 – Small
“Babo? Nano?” Jirot asked, her eyes glistening towards her nana, her lips forming a slight pout.
Sonarot brushed the girl’s hair gently with a hand, fixing the hair pin. “They will return soon, my Jirot.”
“Okay...” The girl’s lips puckered slightly, trembling, before her face contorted as she made to cry.
Sonarot held the twins until they stopped crying, wiping their faces clean. Jirot sucked on her thumb as she cuddled up to her grandmother, her sleepy eyes slowly closing. Jarot also sucked on his thumb, glancing up to his grandmother, who smiled so tenderly, causing the boy to flush red, before he nestled his head against her bosom.
Lanarot led the triplets around the festival, escorted by Nirot. Karot stood in the centre, holding his sister’s hands on either side of him, the boy’s eyes blinking as he spotted all the stalls which offered them so much food.
“Lanarot, come,” Nirot called, the girl glancing up towards her elder cousin, who pointed out towards a particular stall.
“Hello, uncle!” Lanarot called out, almost drooling as she stared up excitedly at him.
“...” Even this little girl terrified the man, who began to sweat from the pressure of her eyes, and not the heat of the oven beside him. “Hello, Lanarot. Are you enjoying the festival?”
“I love it!” Lanarot smiled even wider, her toothy grin almost wicked. “Bread?”
“I have some,” Bam assured, piling up the bread within the basket. “I have some food for your nephew as well.”
“Karot, come!”
“Not Karot. Your younger nephew, Jarot. I made him some pizza, and some jam doughnuts too.”
“Jarot does not like eating,” Lanarot informed him, smiling innocently, and slightly confused.
“I know, but can you bring him the food, please?”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Lanarot furrowed her brows towards Nirot, whose eyes returned an expectant look, and the girl nodded. “I can do it.”
“Thank you,” Bam said, breaking apart a bread bun, before buttering it, handing it to the girl. “This is for you.”
“This is why you are my favourite,” Lanarot whispered loudly, biting into the bread, while Nirot held the basket in her hand.
“What of my father?” Nirot asked.
Lanarot blinked towards her cousin. “It is time to feed Jarot, cousin Nirot. Come.”
Unfortunately, even with Jirot trying to feed Jarot, the boy did not eat even a single bite of the food. The girl enjoyed the pizza, offering the boy a bite of the crust, but he shook his head. He sipped the milk from his gourd, which had been painted with the Rot family symbol, his name etched along the rim. Once the boy finished his milk, it grew heavier after a short while.
Zirot poked little Jarot’s nose, the older woman rubbing her hand along his cheek. The boy smiled shyly, narrowing his eyes slightly, before hiding within her bosom.
“Nano...”
“My little Jarot.” Zirot smiled, nuzzling against the boy’s forehead, where he would one day take on the tattoo, the blue circle, and the blue diamonds. For a moment, the woman’s throat shuddered, her eyes glistening, but she leaned down to plant a firm kiss against his neck. “You are named after brother, but you are sweeter than even my husband.”
“Babo?”
“Babo Tarot,” Zirot said. “Do you remember him?”
“Babo always smiling?” Jarot asked.
“Yes. He loves to smile, and when he sees you, he smiles so much.”
“I like smiling too,” the boy said, revealing his doubled canines, his smile so bright, even now.
Vonda held Xarot within her arms, the boy’s head against her neck, her hand gently brushing the back of his head. She stared at Adam, as though he were a ghost, before her face contorted between a mixture of wanting to cry, and wanting to smile. The relief rushed through her as she hid her face against her son’s head, the boy giggling with delight.
Adam sat down beside her, the half elf’s heart beating quickly. He swallowed, and dared to reach out to his wife’s hand, brushing it gently. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” Vonda managed, tears pouring down her cheeks, before she rested her head against her husband’s shoulder, feeling his lips against her forehead.
“Eeeeyuh!” Virot complained, glaring at her father, before climbing up beside her mother, reaching out for her shoulder. “Mama! Mama!”
“Virot,” Vonda called, sniffling slightly, before wrapping an arm around her daughter, pulling her close.
“Obobobosh!” Virot warned her father, holding up a finger towards him. “Ababa!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, my Virot.”
“Bab,” Virot replied, before reaching out to her father’s face, grabbing at his chin and his nose, before letting him go. ‘Oboboo.’
“Is that the first time she called you mama?” Adam asked.
“No,” Vonda admitted. “She called me mama upon the first day of the festival, in the morning.”
“I guess I deserve that,” Adam joked, smiling wide. “She really is her sister’s sister.”
Vonda let out a sigh, leaning back, holding her youngest children within her arms. Her heart continued to beat wildly, still unsure if the Adam before her was real, or if she was dreaming. He had left for such a short time. This Adam was so Adam, so it was easy to dream him up, but also, it was so Adam, it could have very well been her Adam.
Jurot had waited outside the estate for a short moment, unsure of what to say or do. However, he realised the awkwardness that came with his absence, and stepped forward. He allowed Jirot and Jarot to greet their elders, and once Adam was done with his triplets, the Iyrman reached down to ruffle their hair.
“Papo...” Konarot hugged his leg tight, refusing to let him go, while Kirot did the same for the other, and Karot pouted up towards him.
Jurot sat beside Pam, wearing Karot around his front, with his nieces holding onto each arm. “I have returned.”
“It’s fortunate you have,” Pam replied. “Monarot has left you a gift.”
Jurot remained silent for a long moment, before the corners of his lips twitched upwards. “Okay.”
Adam sat to one side, watching the scene before him, with his family greeting one another upon their return. He soaked in the sight, engraving it deep in his heart, before he looked aside, noting Vonda peeking at him, their eyes meeting once more.
“You may take the gold back, darling.”
“Gold?” Adam asked, raising his brows.
“The ten thousand gold.”
“Ten thousand gold?” Adam asked, inhaling deeply, furrowing his brows deeply. “Ten thousand gold. Ten thousand gold. I don’t exactly recall what ten thousand gold you mean.”
Vonda sighed, before gently pressing her elbow against his arm, then leaning against her husband. Virot shifted slightly, checking whether her father was trying to steal her mother from her, before she returned back to sucking her thumb peacefully.
“You’re going to need at least that much to spoil our children,” Adam joked, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek, before he held out his hand for Xarot.
“Ha!” Virot began, ready to complain, before her mother held her up, causing the girl to blink at her, until Vonda brought the girl to her chest, brushing her cheek, gently hushing the girl to soothe her.
Xarot squinted up at his father, taking in his sight, before the boy smiled, sucking against his hand shyly.
“I haven’t really played with you much, have I?” Adam whispered, before resting the boy’s head against his chest. “Well, now I’ve got all the time in the world to spoil you.”
Adam almost believed his words.
I forgot how funny Pam was.