[1035] – Y05.035 – Good Work

[1035] – Y05.035 – Good Work

“Boo boo ba bo ba,” Virot said, staring up at her father from beside him within her basket.

“You don’t say?” Adam replied, holding onto the soft little pillow, squeezing it within his hand, waiting for his daughter to get bored of talking.

“Bobobo?”

“What? She did?” Adam gasped.

“Goo!”

“Wow! I can’t believe she said that.”

“Aboo,” Virot confirmed, her smile growing wide, revealing her pink gums. She threw up her hands in delight, before suddenly distracted by the flash of colour in front of her face. She reached out to grab at the pillow before it dropped onto her stomach.

“Oh dear,” Adam said, holding the tiny pillow up to her once more, allowing her to grab at it with a hand, the girl squeezing it slightly. She giggled and squealed, holding it up above her, her body jolting slightly, before she dropped the pillow beside her and it disappeared from her view.

“I’ll find you something else to play with,” Adam assured, reaching down to tickle her nose, distracting her once more, as the existence of the pillow disappeared.

"Is it fine?" Jurot held Damrot on his lap, the boy's head against his chest. Damrot remained silent as he stared at his father, but every time Jurot spoke, the boy smiled shyly, sucking on his hand. "You must eat well to grow big."

'You've got the spirit, Jurot.'

"Will you swing your axe well?" Jurot asked, causing the boy to smile once more. "Yes. You will."

As the rays of noonval fell upon the land, Adam continued to enchant. During his first breaks, he spent time with his children. Konarot, Kirot, and Karot each lazed about near him. Jirot and Jarot were excited to play Warriors and Wanderers.

"No! Daddy!" Jirot gasped.

"That's the way the die rolled, my dear."

"Daddy..." Jarot pouted.

"I know, I know, but look, even though they've run away, you still managed to find the Stick of Doom, didn't you?"

"Stupid stick!" Jirot huffed. "I want to beat him up!"

"You can beat him up later, maybe you can use the Stick of Doom to beat him up?"

"No! I beat him with my fists! My own two hands! I tell Lucy I did it!"

Virot squealed with delight at her sister's declaration, the girl dribbling lightly, before her father cleaned up her face. Vonda smiled, reaching down to tickle the girl's hair, before she glanced aside to find her mother. The girl fell still for a moment, before she threw up her fists, her gumfilled smile completely engulfing Vonda's sight.

"Okay," Adam replied, almost sadly, before he cautiously stood and carried the boy to his mother. He felt the boy squirm upon seeing his mother, reaching out for the woman, before surrendering him to her. "I guess I'll take Virot to eat too..."

Once Adam was done, he decided to take a walk around the Front Iyr, holding his twins' hands, Jirot excited to lead her father around, talking his ear off about this family and that family. She waved at some of the Iyrmen who had visited the estates to speak of their tales to the young, and even pointed to one of the Iyrmen who was teaching the children.

Adam dropped down and lifted his children up in each arm, planting firm kisses on their foreheads once more, before cuddling them while standing. Jirot and Jarot smiled, hugging their father's neck from each side. Meanwhile Adam stood, losing himself in their warmth.

'I won't be able to enjoy this for long,' Adam thought.

It wasn't long before the month passed and Adam could no longer delay an adventure. The business welcomed the carriages once more, with Jirot storming off, screaming for her nano, with little Jarot following after her. Gangak picked up the twins, smirking towards the old one armed cripple, while Jogak glanced aside to the old man to see how he’d react.

"Good evening, everyone. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Adam smiled towards the group who were eating around the courtyard of an estate. Adam waved his hand to all the workers, glad to see they were all doing well. He could spot Rick wanted to speak with him.

"We're going to be leaving tomorrow to deal with some business in the North,” Adam explained, standing tall in front of the business. “Jane, Mork, and Tork, you'll be coming along with us, but otherwise, it should be business as usual."

Adam peeked to one side, checking in on a particular girl, only to find her crawling from her mother to a set of blocks. ‘What?’

Lucy, who had missed Jirot and Jarot, smiled slightly at the half elf, whose heart ached.

Jurot placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder, reminding him of his task.

"Good work!" Jirot exclaimed towards Jeremy, holding the sword, while her grandmother kept a finger upon the strap to ease its weight for her granddaughter.

"Thank you, Little Boss," Jeremy replied, taking the blade from the girl, only for his eyebrows to raise. 'Oh!'

Remy noted his cousin's reacting, before accepting the blade from the shyer Jarot, who quickly retreated to his sister and grandmother. His brows raised in surprise too, feeling the tingle of magic.

"They're swords because I expect that much of you," Adam said, doing his best not to let the scene overwhelm him. Rick eyed up his own sword, and Greg and Charley accepted their own large weapons. "John, Ivy, we'll be figuring out bows for you another time, so please accept our apologies at this moment."

"S'alright, Executive," John replied, throwing a look to Rick, smiling slightly.

Ivy nodded.

"I have complete faith that you will all be able to defend the business if something happens," Adam said, eyeing up the group. They were each Experts, and with Jonn and Fred and their fantastic weapons, they would be in decent hands. If nothing else, there was Sonarot, who would guide them. He threw a look to the remaining Iyrmen, many of whom were going to disappear into the Iyr. A chill fell within Adam, a chill which whispered within his ear, telling him this was a mistake, but he pushed it away.

There was only really one issue Adam sensed with leaving the business without all the Iyrmen's support.

"Isn't the North dangerous?" a voice called. "Are you going to take me too?"



So many chapters of build up to make a business purely for the sole purpose of spoiling his children.

That's why this is a fatherhood simulator.