The Goths
Goth, a term synonymous with darkness, sadness and death. The Goths were a family far from this definition, or, they once were.
"boopity.. boopity.. PEEK-A-BOO!"
Cassandra looked up from her homework, slightly annoyed by the noises her mother was making.
"Mom, do you have to do that?"
"Little Alexander seems to like it, Cassie darling."
"More boo! More Boo!"
Alex squealed as Bella hid her face again. "Boopity.. PEEK-A-BOO!"
"Boopity, boopity ALEX! Oh, where's Alex? There's Alex!"
"Dad," Cass squeaked, "What does Obsequious mean?"
Mortimer thought for a moment..
"Boopity.. PEEK-A-BOO! Where's mommy Alex? Where's mommy? There she is!"
".. It means Bella would you stop that please? Just for a little while." Mortimer sighed.
"Who's a grumpy poop? Daddy is! Isn't he Alex!" Bella sang, as Mortimer chuckled to himself.
Mortimer and Bella Goth had found true happiness, with each other, and with their two children. Everything was perfect. Mortimer had his research and his high-paying place within the most renown scientific community, and Bella had her daughter.
She had been teaching Cassandra everything she knew. She was a cook and a painter, a craftswoman and a public icon. She wanted to give her beautiful girl the best possible start.
".. and if you keep flipping it like that, there will be pockets of air within it and it will be nice and light after it's cooked."
Cass kept flipping the dough clumsily, "Mom, it's not going to work. I can't do it." Bella took the hand Cass was holding the spoon in and led her, and she finally got the hang of it. "See?" Bella giggled, "It just takes a little practice. You can do anything you want to with a little practice and help, Cassandra darling. Don't ever forget that."
She never did forget.
"Ah, M'Bella. Do you have a spare moment?"
Bella strolled in and took a seat, "I always do, for you Mortimer darling."
Alex looked up at his father hopefully, "Story time now?"
Mortimer chuckled, "Yes it is story time." He picked his son up and put him onto the couch. Picking out a book, he took a seat himself and began to read.
Bella treasured 'story time'. It was tradition in the Goth household. Mortimer's father had read to him as a child, and his grandfather had read to his father.
"Reading to a child stimulates the imagination, and a great imagination is the true key to knowledge." Mortimer used to tell her. She believed it, as she was seeing it in action. Little Alex was leagues ahead with his learning, so far that preschool teachers would struggle to provide him with enough to keep him occupied.
That, and he was a Goth by genetics, and with the Goths, it was only 'the best'.
Sometimes, Alex would become distracted. Often finding his fingers more interesting than the storyline, but he would always return his attention back to his father.
Bella thought he might just like the sound of his fathers' voice. It was mellow and comforting.
She knew she did.
She could sit and listen to him for hours at a time. About his research, his past life, his day to day activities. She took comfort in the stability he provided. She did truly love her husband, and she knew she would..
.. for the rest of their lives.
"boopity.. boopity.. PEEK-A-BOO!"
Cassandra looked up from her homework, slightly annoyed by the noises her mother was making.
"Mom, do you have to do that?"
"Little Alexander seems to like it, Cassie darling."
"More boo! More Boo!"
Alex squealed as Bella hid her face again. "Boopity.. PEEK-A-BOO!"
"Boopity, boopity ALEX! Oh, where's Alex? There's Alex!"
"Dad," Cass squeaked, "What does Obsequious mean?"
Mortimer thought for a moment..
"Boopity.. PEEK-A-BOO! Where's mommy Alex? Where's mommy? There she is!"
".. It means Bella would you stop that please? Just for a little while." Mortimer sighed.
"Who's a grumpy poop? Daddy is! Isn't he Alex!" Bella sang, as Mortimer chuckled to himself.
Mortimer and Bella Goth had found true happiness, with each other, and with their two children. Everything was perfect. Mortimer had his research and his high-paying place within the most renown scientific community, and Bella had her daughter.
She had been teaching Cassandra everything she knew. She was a cook and a painter, a craftswoman and a public icon. She wanted to give her beautiful girl the best possible start.
".. and if you keep flipping it like that, there will be pockets of air within it and it will be nice and light after it's cooked."
Cass kept flipping the dough clumsily, "Mom, it's not going to work. I can't do it." Bella took the hand Cass was holding the spoon in and led her, and she finally got the hang of it. "See?" Bella giggled, "It just takes a little practice. You can do anything you want to with a little practice and help, Cassandra darling. Don't ever forget that."
She never did forget.
"Ah, M'Bella. Do you have a spare moment?"
Bella strolled in and took a seat, "I always do, for you Mortimer darling."
Alex looked up at his father hopefully, "Story time now?"
Mortimer chuckled, "Yes it is story time." He picked his son up and put him onto the couch. Picking out a book, he took a seat himself and began to read.
Bella treasured 'story time'. It was tradition in the Goth household. Mortimer's father had read to him as a child, and his grandfather had read to his father.
"Reading to a child stimulates the imagination, and a great imagination is the true key to knowledge." Mortimer used to tell her. She believed it, as she was seeing it in action. Little Alex was leagues ahead with his learning, so far that preschool teachers would struggle to provide him with enough to keep him occupied.
That, and he was a Goth by genetics, and with the Goths, it was only 'the best'.
Sometimes, Alex would become distracted. Often finding his fingers more interesting than the storyline, but he would always return his attention back to his father.
Bella thought he might just like the sound of his fathers' voice. It was mellow and comforting.
She knew she did.
She could sit and listen to him for hours at a time. About his research, his past life, his day to day activities. She took comfort in the stability he provided. She did truly love her husband, and she knew she would..
.. for the rest of their lives.