"Your brother continues to work towards his goal of becoming a chess master," said the Watcher. "He's practicing chess with Charmaine, the former zombie he cured. They seem to be getting really close."
"Your sister," she continued, "remains really happy in her relationship with Nancy."
"Good for them," Breagadoir said, not even remotely feigning interest in the update. "I'm heading out now."
Nightmare came to visit the Durwood household. She thought they might need some eggs.
Doreen appreciated her willingness to share.
Or not.
But no one should have challenged young Nightmare,
because she didn't come alone.
"You look better this way," said the prince. "Oh, I think you have a bulls-eye on your face."
"I have what?" asked the tragic clown Durwood.
"You might want to head home," said the Watcher.
"Why is that?" asked Breagadoir, barely interested.
"Annalove just went into labor," she replied, pity in her voice.
"Peanut," said Annalove, "can you do something to help mommy?"
"Sure," he replied, "Let's go mom! Let's go mom!"
"That's
not what I meant."
But even without any help, Annalove gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. A
human baby boy. Breagadoir was not impressed.
"Maybe this one can make a decent bodyguard for the actual heir," he said.
"I'll still be your queen, won't I?" asked Annalove.
"We'll see," answered the prince.
The day after baby Damon was born, two more significant things happened.
Peanut aged up
and became a built-in nanny for Damon.
This was the other significant thing.
"We should celebrate," said Breagadoir, "and maybe have another one while we're at it!"
"Sounds good to me," said Dahlia.
The following day,
Nightmare became a young adult
and adjusted her wardrobe.
"Look out world, here I come!"
