"Unconventional time travel part 2"
Thirty minutes later, Hannah stood alone in the bathroom off the side of her and Haul's bedroom-- staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She looked different-- older. She looked too be in her mid thirties and her boobs were slightly bigger than they were before she hit her head, and her hair was longer. How was this possible? Maybe she was dreaming. It would make sense, she had hit her head after all. She could be in a coma.
"You're not dreaming " A very familiar and echoey-sounding voice said from behind her, causing her stomach to sink. 'Son of a fu--' Hannah spun around and came face to face with a pale faced man; He was tall and thin with a youthful face. He had long, wild silvery hair and black eyes with clock-like Pupils, and he wore black ripped Jeans with a matching leather jacket, and a gray tank top with matching boots. It was Time, Luna's... relative? Hannah gave up on trying to remember how Luna was related to him and the others a long, long time ago. He must've been behind this. "Time?! What the hell did you do?!" Hannah hissed, careful as to not raise her voice -- she didn't want Haul (her husband apparently) or the kids (her kids) to hear. Though, she briefly wondered if this was all an illusion concocted by Time as some short of sick Joke on her. Everyone knew about the small (read as huge) crush she had, had on Haul since she was fourteen and she wouldn't be surprised if one of Luna's divine relatives decided to fuck around and pull this cruel joke on her by giving her exactly what she wanted..
Time tilted his head and smile slyly at her "I gave you what you wanted. A peek at your future ~~ it's up to you on whether or not you believe it and enjoy it " Hannah didn't believe that it was real, even though something in her heart told her it was-- there was just no way that she got that lucky. "Put... me... back" Hannah hissed, clenching her fists-- he had no fucking right to play with her feelings and her hopes, and dreams like that! "I can't. I put you in a set time frame and until that set time frame is over, you're stuck here" Time said, leaning against the wall looking rather pleased with himself. "Enjoy" Hannah glared at Time harshly before lunging at him-- only for him to disappear right before she made contact with him, causing her to face plant into the wall. "Owww! Son of a motherfu--" the brunette's swear was cut short by a small knock on the door that was followed by a small voice -- Terry's voice-- saying "mommy, did you get a boo boo?" Hannah quickly scrambled up off the floor, rubbing her head. "Yeah, but I'm okay now, Honey"
It was quiet for a moment "'kay. Daddy made yo'r f'vo'it' for bedfest" oh god, that kid's adorableness was going to fucking kill her. "Okay, I'll be out there in a minute " Hannah responded, looking down at the clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her.
She wondered when and wear she got that shirt and those shoes and that jacket-- they were wicked and she wanted to get them sooner. She then looked down at the pajamas she was wearing and briefly wondered when the hell she had got them;
Hannah quickly took her pajamas off and hurriedly changed into the clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her-- Haul had said that they were going to a barbecue... Luna and Dorian's annual barbecue apparently. When the hell did they start doing those? God, the future was werid. She didn't want to throw their day off after all...
After she was dressed, she exited the bathroom and followed the amora of various foods to the kitchen-- only to still at the sight that greeted her. (The kitchen looks similar to this but with more chairs as well as dishes for the pets and a bigger Table);
Haul stood at the stove, wearing the outfit below;
But that wasn't what had stopped her from moving forward. There, at the table with the two boys from earlier, was five other kids-- all still in their pajamas. Beside them was a black puppy with a navy blue collar eating out of a navy blue food dish that had the name "Hamilton" printed on it and a ginger kitten with a black collar eating out of a silver food dish with the name "Journey" printed on it. The oldest of the children was a boy around eleven years old with medium length bronde (mixture of brown and blonde) hair, freckles, and brown eyes with bags under his eyes; His head was propped up on his fist and his eyes kept fluttering shut.
The boy was wearing a set of navy-blue and white pajamas. On his pants were little footballs, baseballs, soccer balls, hockey pucks, and basketballs, and on his long-sleeved shirt the words "Eat. Sleep. Sports. Repeat" were written in black and light-blue. Next to him sat a boy (around nine years old) with fawn colored skin, hazelnut eyes, and an afro dressed in black, red, and blue musical note pajamas-- who was poking the bronde haired boy. The bronde swatted the younger boy's hair and mumbled "knock it off, Prome" the younger boy pouted, rubbing the hand that the older boy had hit. "You have to wake up, Cred"
'Prome? Cred? What kind of fucking names are those? Where Haul and I high when we named them? And why is one of them black? Does that mean one of us cheate-- no, neither of us would do that. We probably adopted him or had a black ancestor or something' Hannah thought before shaking her head-- this wasn't real, It was just a really elaborate prank that Time had come up with. Of course the names would be nonsensical and stupid. Of course things wouldn't make much sense. Hannah then turned her attention to the other three children-- all girls.
The oldest of the girls (who was about eight) didn't look a thing like her or Haul either. She was pale with flawless skin ,dark-brown hopeful eyes, and long, straight, pitch-black hair that went down to her hips. She was wearing a nightgown with mini-big foots on it and fury, big foot slippers. She was making faces at a giggling Terry "Again, Artie, again!"
Beside "Artie" -- 'which was a horrible name for a GIRL by the way'-- was another little girl, about a year younger than the first, with pale skin and Haul's eyes-- His beautiful, emerald green eyes. She had long, blonde hair that went down just past her shoulders; she was wearing a light-blue nightgown with kittens all over it. She was glaring at the little brunette from earlier, who appeared to be smirking-- what child that small smirks?! "Killy, cut it out!" The little boy just smiled innocently at her -- gotta hand it to Time, he made these kids seem really realistic; they really acted like her and Haul's actual kids would possibly act like. That kid even had her smirk and her innocent act-- it was really, really unnerving now that she thought about it. She's got to stop smirking around Time if he was able to get her smirk and her innocent act down and make it look believable on a fake, hallucination kid. "Stop what, Will? I'm not doin' anyt'ing " the brunette said, tilting his head the way Haul does when he's confused-- These kids are starting to seem realer and realer.
'Wait.. did he call her Will? Oh god, we gave her a boy name. What is wrong with fake future me and fake future Haul? Cred, Prome, Artie, Will, Killy, and Terry?! Those names are terrible! What did we name the baby-' Bon-Bon?! And why do we have so many kids?!' Hannah, once again, shook those thoughts out of her head-- reminding herself that this wasn't real. That these kids weren't real. Her heart seemed to break slightly at the reminder-- this Hallucination(?)/dream (?)/prank (?) was perfect. These kids were perfect. The pets and house were perfect. The clothes were perfect and Haul was perfect... Great. Not she was having feelings. 'Time, when this is over, I am going to punch you in your stupid. Perfect. Youthful face. Hard.' Hannah was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the small brunette, brown-eyed baby girl babbling and reaching out toward her. She was wearing a onesie that said 'Mommy's little monster' on it. The baby girl's babbling drew the attention of the other kids-- "Hi mama!", "Hi mommy!" ," Hey mom" ,"MOM, KILLIAN KEEPS KICKING ME!" "She lyin', I ain't do nothing, mommy!"
Haul chuckled, shaking his head at his kids' antics as he grabbed three plates and walked over to the table. "Kids, mama's feeling a bit off today. Think you can not argue for a little bit?" To her surprise, the kids nodded and said "okay/alright dad/daddy/papa!" Time doesn't have a clue how to write/program kids if he thinks it's that easy to get them to behave. Haul set the two plates on the table -- one was filled with sausage biscuits, another was filled with gravy, and the other was filled with blueberry muffins-- next to a plate of fruit, two pitchers, and a stack of cups. One was filled with what was undoubtedly orange juice and the other appeared to be filled with either apple juice or pee-- 'it's apple juice, Hannah, why the hell would it be pee? '
"And Killian, no kicking your sister" Haul added, as he started passing the food. 'So Killy was just a nickname-- does that mean that the other names she had heard were nicknames as well? God, she hoped so... wait.... she named her kid after Ouat Captain Hook?-- cool.' Two sausage biscuits and two muffins with a side of gravy and a glass of apple juice for 'Cred'. One sausage biscuit with no gravy and three muffins with a cup of orange juice for 'Prome' -- and he put ketchup on his biscuit, definitely her kid. Two muffins, a glass of apple juice, and a bunch of apple and orange slices for 'Artie'. Three sausage biscuits with a side of gravy, a ton of apple slices, a ton of strawberries, and a muffin with a cup of orange juice for 'Will' - definitely her daughter. A ton of apple slices, orange slices, a ton of grapes, strawberries, a single sausage biscuit that was cut in half, and-- he was mixing the orange juice and the apple juice together. No doubt that Killian was hers as well. A bunch of cut up sausage biscuits mixed with gravy with a muffin, three orange slices, and a class of orange juice for Terry who was currently stuffing a bunch of apple slices in his mouth as Haul told him to slow down-- hers as well.
Hannah walked forward before sitting down and making her own plate -- two muffins, mashed up sausage biscuits mixed with gravy, some grapes, a couple of strawberries, and a shit ton of pineapple ,apple, and orange slices with a glass of orange juice as a side-- HEY! Don't judge her, she has a fast metabolism! -- and watched as Haul tried to feed the baby the vile sludge known as baby food, only for her to shake her head and make a face at him. "Come on, Cordelia, work with me here" Haul said, smiling slightly, doing the airplane motion with the spoon that so many parents did. Hannah couldn't help but smile at the sight "here, let me" She said, taking the spoon from him.
She then turned to the baby-- Cordelia, she reminded herself-- locked eyes with her and said "open up" Cordelia tilted her head, seemingly confused, before opening her mouth. Hannah then fed her, smiling sympathetically at her daughter as she winced "yeah, I don't like it either but I promise you'll be able to eat your daddy's food soon enough " she looked up to see the kids (And Haul) looking at her in amazement. "Man, that hasn't worked since Credence was a baby" So 'Cred' was a nickname. Credence looked up and said "hey, don't expose me!" With his mouth full. Okay, note to self, don't let Hailey (youngest sister) babysit ever. She definitely made that mistake in this time line. "Don't talk with your mouth full, Bud" Haul said before taking a sip of his apple juice -- he was drinking out of a red, gold, silver, and green mug with a pencil crossing through this musical note (🎵) and the engravement 'H.S♡ H.H' on it. Looking down, Hannah noticed she had the exact same mug. H.S= Haul Stark. H.H= Hannah Holmes. Haul Stark hearts Hannah Holmes-- Haul was a slytherin musician and Hannah was a gryffindor author/writer. They had customed made mugs. Oh god, why couldn't this be real?
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro