649. Reasons To Kill I

649. Reasons To Kill I

Omen: 4, 13

“No,” Jirot said, while Adam embraced her tight and kissed her face all over.

“What do you mean, no? You think just because it’s not your birthday I won’t give you all my love?” Adam rubbed her stomach, but she squirmed out of his grasp. He grabbed Jarot and kissed him all over too, and though the boy pretended to squirm, he fell further into his father’s arms and hugged him close.

“Why are you pretending that you don’t want this?” Adam nuzzled his nose and let him go to his sister, before he continued with the triplets.

Sonarot wondered if Adam was showing more affection today because he planned to do that today.

“You! You all need to hug each other since you’re siblings!” Adam began, raising his voice slightly. “Lanarot, you too, you need to join in since they are your niece and nephew. Make sure you hug each other every morning.” Adam stared down at the children. ‘They’re too cute!’

“I don’t care if you are angry at each other, hug each other nicely every morning, otherwise...” Adam wondered how he could threaten them. “Daddy won’t give you as many gifts, do you understand?”

Jirot narrowed her eyes at her father. Less gifts?

“Lanarot, do you hear that? Papa won’t give you as many gifts if you do not hug them.”

“I hug them,” Lanarot confirmed, before hugging Jarot first, causing Jirot to complain, until Lanarot hugged Jarot and then the triplets.

“You two! It’s not your birthday today, so hug your aunt back!” Adam pulled Jirot and Jarot to Lanarot. “Hug!”

Jarot and Jirot both hugged their aunt, who returned their hug again, rubbing their heads. She brushed their hair back, as Adam and Jurot often did to her.

“He is fostering good relations between them,” Jurot said, wondering if this was a step towards being a good father.

“No, he just wants to eat,” Jaygak said, seeing how Adam was struggling to not smile as they all hugged one another.

“Well done, well done!” Adam embraced them all. “Just like that from now on, okay? Every morning!”

“Okay,” Lanarot said, hugging her brother’s leg. “My papa.”

“That’s... that’s right!” Adam lifted her up and hugged her, feeling how warm she was in the morning. “Don’t you forget it.”

“Papa!” Lanarot smiled wider and embraced him even tighter, before she also hugged Jurot, who returned the hug, though this time did his best not to hug her so that she was slumped.

“Now, daddy has to inform you all that...” Adam looked down at his children, who all stared up at him expectantly. He almost gave in to them. ‘No, Adam. You’ve acted too much like a fool, you’ve got to actually be productive now.’ “Daddy has to go work, so he won’t be able to hug and kiss you as much daily now.”

Konarot gasped, blinking up at him in shock. Kirot and Karot pouted too, while Jirot smiled up at her father, reaching up for a high five, which Adam caught, and Jarot also asked for a high five, which Adam replied to.

“I know, I know, but daddy needs to work hard so you can all live happy and healthy,” Adam explained. “So make sure you listen to your nanas properly, okay?”

“Okay,” Konarot replied, nodding her head, though she was still pouting up at her father.

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D20 + 4 = 11 (7)

“Nevermind, I won’t work a day in my life and I’ll spend it all with you,” Adam said, wrapping his arms around Konarot to pick her up in a hug.

“Adam,” Jurot said, placing a hand on Adam’s shoulder. His eyes held a particular look.

Adam frowned. “Don’t say it, Jurot. Not in front of the children.”

“If you know, then you must go and work,” Jurot said.

“Ooh! Ah!” Adam gasped, feeling how cold the rain was. He quickly found a place to hide from the rain, looking up towards the sky, where the dark clouds had rolled across with such alacrity.

Umbra remained laying atop a building, relaxing as the cool rain fell across her. She noted the shadow which formed over her, and she opened an eye to see the Chief of the Iyr staring down at her, his arms behind his back, but with his blade of bone and metal at his side. She noted the question in his eyes, and she closed her eyes.

“What an ominous rain,” she said, and soon the shadow slipped away.

“Oh dear,” Adam said, having returned back to the shared estate. “What happened to you?”

Jarot looked up towards his father with his large eyes, sighing after drinking his warm milk. “Daddy.”

“What happened to your leg?”

“He slipped due to the rain and scraped his knee,” Sonarot said, reaching out to rub Jarot’s head. “He cries so well.”

“Of course he cries well, he’s my son,” Adam said, picking up his youngest child and rubbed his head, brushing the boy’s hair back. “Hmm? Did someone cut your hair?”

“I did,” Sonarot said. “He kept pushing it aside but it continued to block his sight.”

“No wonder you slipped,” Adam said, ruffling the boy’s hair. Adam smiled, brushing his son’s forehead with a thumb, feeling how warm he was to the touch.

“Adadada?” Jirot asked, pointing up at Vonda.

“I am certain that must be true,” Vonda replied, bowing her head.

“Eez go nana odeh,” Jirot said, pointing to her grandmother, before shrugging her shoulders.

“Yes, of course,” Vonda said

“Yes,” Jirot said, nodding her head, before placing her hands behind her back and walking off to think deeply on the matter, the gentle rain not bothering her one bit.

“You silly girl,” Adam said, hoisting her out of the rain. “Why are you acting all cool in the rain? You’ll get sick.”

Inakan coughed as though to prove Adam’s point, but she remained focused on staring intently at the statue Jurot had created. She rubbed a tiny hand all across it, and leaned down to stare at it, sometimes bringing it closer to her face.

“No,” Jirot said, but she leaned back to snuggle up to her father. She closed her eyes. “Ez go odeh.”

“I’m sure.”

“She’s speaks so much,” Vonda said, smiling down at the young girl who had closed her eyes, to think deeply and not to nap, of course.

“Are you talking Vonda’s ears off?” Adam asked his daughter.

“Yes,” Jirot replied.

“Do you think she’ll forgive you just because you’re cute?”

“Daddy, sh,” Jirot said, rubbing her eyes before she rolled over towards his chest, grabbing his shirt with one hand, before sucking her thumb.

“How rude,” Adam whispered, but he sat there with a stupid smile on his face. He stared down at his daughter, her curly hair having been cut a little shorter too. He looked to the side to see how long the triplets hair was, though it appeared to be easier to manage as the hair could be pulled back over their horns and kept at bay thanks to the tiny nubs.

A shadow formed over Adam. He looked back to see the Chief looming over him.

I'm sure the title of this chapter isn't ominous at all.