Saturday, February 24, 2018
Chapter 131: Hands On
The summer days may not be as warm as Molly and Dysen are used to, but they are are long, beautiful and happy. Time slips away faster than they'd like to admit.
Dysen gleefully hams it up while on the job. He doesn't make much money, but he makes enough to survive on, and maybe someday he'll get promoted.
Whether the client wants career advice, romance advice...
...or parenting advice, Dysen is ready to dispense vague, wise-sounding words of comfort or warning.
"Is it necessary to put your hand on my face?" his father-in-law protests.
"Yup. It's all integral to the process of interpreting your brainwaves."
Molly finally experiences moderate success with her career; the owner of a restaurant commissions her for a few paintings. Dysen hopes he won't have to hear any more regrets from Molly about how she "should have gone into digital art".
It was just one commission, but Molly is confident enough in her future now to begin talking about children. Molly has always imagined she would have them, and that she'd be a great parent. "I want my kids to know their grandparents," she makes a persuasive argument for not waiting forever to start their family. "I never got to meet mine."
"If it happens, it happens," Dysen agrees to skip the usual preventative measures.
Maggie the cat has hit the elder stage. Some of her pelt has grayed over. "Such a pretty kitty," Dysen coos, as he brushes her fur to a perfect softness. "It's hard to believe we found you in a dumpster."
Dysen has always had a soft spot for animals, especially reptiles, so when one of the cats drags in a tortoise, he keeps it.
Larry gets to live in this nice terrarium, located in the barn with the science and the cats.
Next to this ridiculous cat bed.
Dysen didn't want to tell the whole family about the plan to have a kid, but Molly has other ideas.
Molly redesigns the guest room into a nursery.
It's the perfect excuse to add to her toy collection.
Oh, she'll say they're for the baby, but we know better.
Gone is the old floral wallpaper, replaced by an updated style of floral wallpaper.
Over that, paintings, all chosen by or painted by Molly.
The only remnant of Dysen's 'old room' are the overhead lamps and the bed.
Molly hopes she will always be a kid at heart.
"Wow, everything looks great," Dysen compliments his wife's work. "This will be one lucky kid."
"Everything is ready for her," Molly says, brimming with excitement.
Dysen's smile turns confused. "Uhhhh... her?"
"I was thinking I'll go with theme naming. What do you think about Polly Robins?"
Holly Robins, Molly Robins, Polly Robins... Dysen shrugs. "What if it's a boy?"
"Well we'll have to throw him back," Molly quips.
Dysen isn't amused. "You're making me rethink this."
"Oh fine, fine, don't give me that look. I'm sure I can think of a boy's name that shortens to Polly."
"I hope not."
"You'll come around to Polly. It's a cute name."
"I don't know..."
Despite their frequent activity in the bedroom, there is no pregnancy for quite a while, so Molly and Dysen continue their lives at a leisurely pace.
The restaurant staff loved her paintings, but another opportunity hasn't come since then. With no commissions, Molly is free to do her own thing, but isn't making any money! ... Not that the household needs it. The money would just be to stroke her own ego with.
"I should have gone into digital art," she sighs.
"It's not too late to learn," Dysen points out.
"No. I'm stuck in my ways," Molly says.
Etc.: The green Imaginary Friend doll was in Molly's inventory when I moved her in with the family. The dolls would be cute if they didn't have the potential to turn into horror movie monsters.