Dahlia wasn't very proud of her current situation,
however, it did keep her close to her son...well, at least in the same
house as her son. And it gave her the chance at going rags to riches. Breagadoir
would need a queen, and
she was the one who had given him a suitable heir. But it was hard to know what decisions that elf might end up making.
"Feeling pretty good about yourself, aren't you," said the Watcher in disgust as she watched Breagadoir strut out the door of the Durwood household.
"Yes. I am indeed," he replied.
"You know your brother's going to beat you in this competition, right?" she retorted.
"He's welcome to try," said the prince with a smile.
"In fact," she continued confidently, "he just had his bachelor party and will be wed soon."
"Really? How many potential heirs has he given birth to? Has he reached the $50,000 yet?" he replied.
No answer. Just silence.
And speaking of silence, it was the most frequent sound when the Ivy family sat down for dinner. Finally, Annalove broke the silence.
"It's obvious who your baby's father is," she began. "We thought it was those MacDuff boys you'd been fooling around with."
"I was just leading them on," replied Nightmare. "I never even kissed them."
"Okay," replied her mother, not sounding relieved. "When did it happen?"
"Remember when you took the boys to the fair for Damon's birthday?"
"Well," Nightmare continued with a wicked smile, "we had the house all to ourselves, so we made use of it."
"Twice."
That was the end of the discussion. She was repulsed by it all, but Annalove resolved herself to provide the necessary care for the children. He wasn't her child, but nonetheless, she helped Demarco learn to walk.
But the resolve fell away when a certain elven prince walked through the door.
"YOU!!" she began, eloquently. "How could you?!?!"
"Quite effectively, apparently, though I'm not sure
what I did in this instance," replied the prince who had, in fact, done plenty of things that warranted this yelling.
"You had a baby with my DAUGHTER?!?"
"Oh," he replied, "you noticed that, did you? Is that a problem?"
"We will need to discuss this
later," she said venomously.
Nightmare seemed to rather enjoy the whole exchange.
Breagadoir, meantime, had better ideas than having a chat with Annalove...