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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 8:14 pm
Bovidae was going to be a father, well more of one then he already was. Ebony was indeed pregnant and Bovi was indeed the father. Unlike the twins, this child would come to them as a newborn, so they needed a few things that they didn't have before, and it was his duty to get them.
A crib, a stroller, and some bottles were the main things on the list. He was currently in a newborn specialty store, looking around. His main thoughts were on the child though. Would it be healthy? Would Ebony be ok in delivery? What would it look like?
He seemed like his eyes were glazed over as he thought, not even looking at anything.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:24 pm
Vincent was shopping. It was probably the only time Vincent would admit to not liking being in any store; he was a demon of greed, and love of--well, being around anything, be it the most expensive object in the store, or the cheapest, was to be expected. Not this time. The young man wanted very much to be free of this place. Pastels, cribs, bottles, rows and rows of different brands of diapers (How was he supposed to know which kind Lissy wanted for Bentley? It wasn't fair!) Rows of toys (Bentley wanted all of them, or at least he'd claimed them all, and then had chucked one at a passing mother and daughter pair when they'd picked up a teddy bear).
And with a misbehaving infant, came the unwanted stares and mutters from other parents. Couldn't Vincent control his son? Wasn't he too young to have a child? Where was the boy's mother? Distracted as he thought about what he'd heard, he nearly bumped into Bovi. Tri-colored eyes widened as he pulled back with his cart.
"Whee!" Bentley cried from the child-safety seat. "Whee! Agin!" When Vincent failed to do the fun jerky-movement again, the infant impatiently tapped him with a tentacle. "Daddeee. Agin!"
"I'm so sorry," Vincent apologized, glancing at Bovi and ignoring his son. (Which was getting increasingly difficult. Bentley seemed quite content to hit his father until he got what he wanted). "I'm Vincent, by the way. Not sure if we've met before--this is Bentley. And er, he's usually better behaved. Don't know what's gotten into him today."
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