She Who Distributes Rations

@mabel-walsh

Pleasure to meet you, but I really must go, I have work to be about!

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intro post!!!!!!

My name is Mabel Walsh, I am 24 years old.

I was born in Virginia on a farm with my father and brother (who I would do anything for).

I work for Mrs. Thomas' household and volunteer at the British army camp in my free time.

That is surely all you need to know.

Oh? The children? If you wish, I suppose.

I wouldn't recommend talking to James.

(ooc stuff)

violence is okay as long as it's not too graphic

mabel's closest friend is @lil-gae-disaster's Frederick (he's like a little brother to her)

she has teeny tiny crush on @hamalicious-soup's Catherine (it does not end well)

she's bi :)

I AM STARVED FOR INTERACTION

#amrev oc #[mae]

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Ooc//I saw this and wanted to do this too

Trauma candy salad!

Hi I'm Freddie and I was raised very harshly by my maternal grandparents until I was 10 and I brought classic Haribos :D

@cathy-joseph-hayes @the-real-joseph-hayes @mabel-walsh @henry-reed @eleison-difiori @c-hendrixx @frenchguysoldier @william-laurens @thatirishnurse @dieechteanna @adele-antos @thoseitaliansiblings

Oh hello, my name is Mabel, but call me Mae, please. I lost my mother to childbirth when I was very young and was forced to mold myself into an exact replica of her "angelic demeanor". I was sent to a finishing school when I was 14 and spent two years there without any contact with my family. I've never had much luck with love and am married to an unpleasant (though that is an understatement) man after struggling through the war. I brought skittles, Jemmy likes them.

ooc- they stole it

#Isabelle #Frederick #Jemmy

You all have an awful amount of anger towards me, don't you.

#I am flattered #James here

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

Sir, are you Mabels husband?

Now, I have a few questions to ask you

First off: I am her little brother in anything b blood, so how is it that I and my dear friend and children not only were informed of a funeral, but not even of her death?

She also seemed quite unlively in your marriage, and I cannot help but blame you for this. Your children once told me that you and my sister often fought a lot, why was that? She was a wonderful lively spirit when I got to know her, so why would you ever fell the need to try to tame her? Because you couldn't handle her? Sir, I believe the concept you're lacking is the concept of choice. You chose to marry her and yet you bent and broke her until she died. Why did you not choose a tamer woman if you couldn't handle my dear sister?

You are a disgrace of a man who neither deserved his wife nor his children, scum like you deserves to rot in loneliness, for you cannot appreciate your wife as she was and needed to break her into the almost unrecognizable! I cannot believe what you did!

She used to be so lively and lovely, and yet ever since you have had her as a wife, all that had been gone and she was a shell. You should be ashamed of yourself, good sir!

Man expects me to read allat.

To sum it up for you, good sir, as you cannot be bothered to read anything, you don't deserve your wive and kids and you are a disgrace to humankind.

Hey. We don't have problems, I don't know you.

My wife chose her own fate, may her damned soul rest in peace.

You're right, I don't know you, but I know my sister, the woman who you call your wife, and I know how much damage you've done to her.

And then you don't even invite me, my friend or my children, her nieces, to the funeral!

Go be mad at someone else, foreigner. She never mentioned any nieces.

Of course she didn't! If I were married to a woman like you, I also wouldn't mention my family!

And I may be a foreigner, but I sure as hell know that you don't even deserve to walk on the ground I and all my friends and foes fought on.

Shoo.

#ooc- IF I WERE MARRIED TO A WOMAN LIKE YOU??#James here

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So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

Sir, are you Mabels husband?

Now, I have a few questions to ask you

First off: I am her little brother in anything b blood, so how is it that I and my dear friend and children not only were informed of a funeral, but not even of her death?

She also seemed quite unlively in your marriage, and I cannot help but blame you for this. Your children once told me that you and my sister often fought a lot, why was that? She was a wonderful lively spirit when I got to know her, so why would you ever fell the need to try to tame her? Because you couldn't handle her? Sir, I believe the concept you're lacking is the concept of choice. You chose to marry her and yet you bent and broke her until she died. Why did you not choose a tamer woman if you couldn't handle my dear sister?

You are a disgrace of a man who neither deserved his wife nor his children, scum like you deserves to rot in loneliness, for you cannot appreciate your wife as she was and needed to break her into the almost unrecognizable! I cannot believe what you did!

She used to be so lively and lovely, and yet ever since you have had her as a wife, all that had been gone and she was a shell. You should be ashamed of yourself, good sir!

Man expects me to read allat.

To sum it up for you, good sir, as you cannot be bothered to read anything, you don't deserve your wive and kids and you are a disgrace to humankind.

Hey. We don't have problems, I don't know you.

My wife chose her own fate, may her damned soul rest in peace.

You're right, I don't know you, but I know my sister, the woman who you call your wife, and I know how much damage you've done to her.

And then you don't even invite me, my friend or my children, her nieces, to the funeral!

Go be mad at someone else, foreigner. She never mentioned any nieces.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

Sir, are you Mabels husband?

Now, I have a few questions to ask you

First off: I am her little brother in anything b blood, so how is it that I and my dear friend and children not only were informed of a funeral, but not even of her death?

She also seemed quite unlively in your marriage, and I cannot help but blame you for this. Your children once told me that you and my sister often fought a lot, why was that? She was a wonderful lively spirit when I got to know her, so why would you ever fell the need to try to tame her? Because you couldn't handle her? Sir, I believe the concept you're lacking is the concept of choice. You chose to marry her and yet you bent and broke her until she died. Why did you not choose a tamer woman if you couldn't handle my dear sister?

You are a disgrace of a man who neither deserved his wife nor his children, scum like you deserves to rot in loneliness, for you cannot appreciate your wife as she was and needed to break her into the almost unrecognizable! I cannot believe what you did!

She used to be so lively and lovely, and yet ever since you have had her as a wife, all that had been gone and she was a shell. You should be ashamed of yourself, good sir!

Man expects me to read allat.

To sum it up for you, good sir, as you cannot be bothered to read anything, you don't deserve your wive and kids and you are a disgrace to humankind.

Hey. We don't have problems, I don't know you.

My wife chose her own fate, may her damned soul rest in peace.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

Sir, are you Mabels husband?

Now, I have a few questions to ask you

First off: I am her little brother in anything b blood, so how is it that I and my dear friend and children not only were informed of a funeral, but not even of her death?

She also seemed quite unlively in your marriage, and I cannot help but blame you for this. Your children once told me that you and my sister often fought a lot, why was that? She was a wonderful lively spirit when I got to know her, so why would you ever fell the need to try to tame her? Because you couldn't handle her? Sir, I believe the concept you're lacking is the concept of choice. You chose to marry her and yet you bent and broke her until she died. Why did you not choose a tamer woman if you couldn't handle my dear sister?

You are a disgrace of a man who neither deserved his wife nor his children, scum like you deserves to rot in loneliness, for you cannot appreciate your wife as she was and needed to break her into the almost unrecognizable! I cannot believe what you did!

She used to be so lively and lovely, and yet ever since you have had her as a wife, all that had been gone and she was a shell. You should be ashamed of yourself, good sir!

Man expects me to read allat.

you're a horrible man

Slip on a pile of shit.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

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perhaps I should eat

#it is funny I think #to be the one to distribute the rations but forget my own #mabel speaks

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

The shuffle of footsteps approaches, a distinctive limp in their rhythm. They shared a room, perhaps it wasn't uncommon for her to be curious as to why her roommate were missing.

eleison-difiori

She was startled by the sound. Upon realization that it was her roommate, she calmed down, even for a little bit.

Although, she was still quite nervous around all these new faces, and the new environment she found herself in.

"Ah, Miss Walsh. Did I disturb you? Please forgive me for that."

"Not at all, and worry not, Carol still sleeps soundly. Are you well?"

She gestures to the chair beside her.

"May I?"

eleison-difiori

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

The shuffle of footsteps approaches, a distinctive limp in their rhythm. They shared a room, perhaps it wasn't uncommon for her to be curious as to why her roommate were missing.

#ooc- we both use purple lmao

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

The man came into view, Jonathan by his side and between them their daughter Fanziska, also referred to as Franzie, skipping excitedly between them. Katja was accompanying them, too.

Fredericks face lighted up, if such was possible, at the sight of his friend

"Mabel! I have missed you"

He exclaimed with a smile as he approached with his own family.

"Freddie."

Without warning, she pulls him into a one-armed embrace. Careful not to squash the baby she carries in the other.

"I too, Frederick."

"How has life been treating you?"

He asked while he silently offered to carry the baby for her, sensing she needs a break.

"I'm sorry we couldn't meet earlier, the shop has been keeping me busy and then Franzie fell ill."

He apologized while he led his husband and daughters into the house

“Good enough.”

She lies, carefully placing Isabelle in his arms.

“You haven’t met this one yet, have you?”

"No, i have not. What is her name?"

He asked as he rocked the baby girl in his arms. Then, he glanced at her skeptically.

"Do not lie to me, you look like a horse has ridden over you. How have you been, honestly?"

He asked her sternly while still cradling the small child as if it was second nature.

“Isabelle.”

She makes as if she did not hear the second question.

“Her name is Isabelle.”

He smiled softly at the small baby

"Like my sister! I remember her being so small."

Then, he turned to Mabel. "Mae, I'm serious. How are you? And don't give me that "good" bull because we both know that's a lie."

"Babies are tiring, Frederick. That's all it is."

Well, it was a half-truth.

"UNCLE FREDDIE-"

The blonde haired boy managed to escape from Mabel's firm grip, careening towards the Kenneth.

Before Frederick could answer threw Jemmy himself onto the tailors leg. Frederick laughed heartly and kneeled down at the small boys level

"How are you, Jemmy? Are you treating your mom well?" He asked with a jokingly stern voice.

"I nearly set her boots on fire last week!"

The toddler proclaims proudly, showing a charming tooth gap when he smiles.

"What have we spoken about setting stuff on fire, even if nearly?" He said with an overly disappointed tone, clearly indicating that he was joking.

"Well, do you want to play with Franzie? She needs a good boy to be her friend after she was alone sick." He offered. The girl couldn't shut up about playing with her friends again on the way, anyway.

Said girl came forth from her other fathers leg, which she still hid behind despite them having visited Mabels place enough times, and nodded in agreement

"How about Fred runs along too."

The older boy looks the two other children in the eye.

"Do not go to the blackberry bush. Not after you getting stuck."

Mabel adds, switching Isabelle from one arm to another. The children make off. Mabel gestures for the two men to sit down.

Frederick took his place next to Jonathan, sliding their chairs a bit closer.

"They're truly a bunch. You have my utmost respect that you're able to handle them so well."

Frederick said with a smile. Jonathan in the meantime tried to convince Katja, who had chosen to tag along but refused to go outside, to keep an eye on the kids.

She smiles at the praise.

"Honestly, it's a blessing the little Frederick turned out to be so responsible, it helps."

Her manner sobers, slumps.

"I just wish my husband would help around instead of scaring them."

And me. She adds silently to herself.

"I think him learning tailoring has helped his patience a lot. It does require a bunch of patience, after all." Frederick muses.

"Why does your husband scare your children?" Jonathan asked, finally having convinced Katja to go outside to the other kids.

"Oh he just.. you know. Yells and such."

Yell he did, oh he definitely did yell. Among other things.

Frederick frowned

"I don't think he's supposed to yell..." He thought out loud, concern leaking through his voice.

"No, dear he's definitely not supposed to yell" Jonathan remarked sarcastically. "But, Mabel, do you need help with anything? A divorce? We would be totally ready to take kids too if you're too concerned about them noticing anything between their parents." The englishman offered, a frown also appearing on his face. Frederick nodded in agreement.

"You really think it's that easy? Accuse him of using too much force because that is one of the only reasons a woman can get a divorce?"

Her voice cracks, she takes a breath.

"You'd have a bloody good laughing show if I, an uneducated woman tried to get a divorce in court."

She pauses, then throws up her hands, jostling the baby.

"So there! Let him yell! Let him smash glass bottles and hit and try to scare me. There's no way out. And I'm not putting the children through that."

And what he knew, she couldn't leave without him spilling what he knew to newspapers and authorities and God forbid the law.

Freddie glanced at her concerned. "We were just trying to help, Mae." He told her.

"You do know that you're our sister and that our doors are open to you, figuratively and literally, right? You can come to us should it all be too much." Jonathan offered with an equally concerned glance.

"Yes. We care about you. You have done so much for us during the war, we would be imbeciles to not return the favor." Frederick added.

"If were your sister you'd be written down on my father's will."

She snaps, not meaning anything, just wanting to hurt.

Mabel stands abruptly,

"I'll check on the children."

"the only will any of us is written down on is me on my grandfathers will and that only because I'm the only "not completely idiotic heir to this family", you know that" Frederick retorted with a deadpan, concern also present in his voice.

She makes her way down the hallway, words falling on closed ears.

#ooc-#welp wasnt that a lovely conversation #they're sooo bonding and friends right now!!

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

The man came into view, Jonathan by his side and between them their daughter Fanziska, also referred to as Franzie, skipping excitedly between them. Katja was accompanying them, too.

Fredericks face lighted up, if such was possible, at the sight of his friend

"Mabel! I have missed you"

He exclaimed with a smile as he approached with his own family.

"Freddie."

Without warning, she pulls him into a one-armed embrace. Careful not to squash the baby she carries in the other.

"I too, Frederick."

"How has life been treating you?"

He asked while he silently offered to carry the baby for her, sensing she needs a break.

"I'm sorry we couldn't meet earlier, the shop has been keeping me busy and then Franzie fell ill."

He apologized while he led his husband and daughters into the house

“Good enough.”

She lies, carefully placing Isabelle in his arms.

“You haven’t met this one yet, have you?”

"No, i have not. What is her name?"

He asked as he rocked the baby girl in his arms. Then, he glanced at her skeptically.

"Do not lie to me, you look like a horse has ridden over you. How have you been, honestly?"

He asked her sternly while still cradling the small child as if it was second nature.

“Isabelle.”

She makes as if she did not hear the second question.

“Her name is Isabelle.”

He smiled softly at the small baby

"Like my sister! I remember her being so small."

Then, he turned to Mabel. "Mae, I'm serious. How are you? And don't give me that "good" bull because we both know that's a lie."

"Babies are tiring, Frederick. That's all it is."

Well, it was a half-truth.

"UNCLE FREDDIE-"

The blonde haired boy managed to escape from Mabel's firm grip, careening towards the Kenneth.

Before Frederick could answer threw Jemmy himself onto the tailors leg. Frederick laughed heartly and kneeled down at the small boys level

"How are you, Jemmy? Are you treating your mom well?" He asked with a jokingly stern voice.

"I nearly set her boots on fire last week!"

The toddler proclaims proudly, showing a charming tooth gap when he smiles.

"What have we spoken about setting stuff on fire, even if nearly?" He said with an overly disappointed tone, clearly indicating that he was joking.

"Well, do you want to play with Franzie? She needs a good boy to be her friend after she was alone sick." He offered. The girl couldn't shut up about playing with her friends again on the way, anyway.

Said girl came forth from her other fathers leg, which she still hid behind despite them having visited Mabels place enough times, and nodded in agreement

"How about Fred runs along too."

The older boy looks the two other children in the eye.

"Do not go to the blackberry bush. Not after you getting stuck."

Mabel adds, switching Isabelle from one arm to another. The children make off. Mabel gestures for the two men to sit down.

Frederick took his place next to Jonathan, sliding their chairs a bit closer.

"They're truly a bunch. You have my utmost respect that you're able to handle them so well."

Frederick said with a smile. Jonathan in the meantime tried to convince Katja, who had chosen to tag along but refused to go outside, to keep an eye on the kids.

She smiles at the praise.

"Honestly, it's a blessing the little Frederick turned out to be so responsible, it helps."

Her manner sobers, slumps.

"I just wish my husband would help around instead of scaring them."

And me. She adds silently to herself.

"I think him learning tailoring has helped his patience a lot. It does require a bunch of patience, after all." Frederick muses.

"Why does your husband scare your children?" Jonathan asked, finally having convinced Katja to go outside to the other kids.

"Oh he just.. you know. Yells and such."

Yell he did, oh he definitely did yell. Among other things.

Frederick frowned

"I don't think he's supposed to yell..." He thought out loud, concern leaking through his voice.

"No, dear he's definitely not supposed to yell" Jonathan remarked sarcastically. "But, Mabel, do you need help with anything? A divorce? We would be totally ready to take kids too if you're too concerned about them noticing anything between their parents." The englishman offered, a frown also appearing on his face. Frederick nodded in agreement.

"You really think it's that easy? Accuse him of using too much force because that is one of the only reasons a woman can get a divorce?"

Her voice cracks, she takes a breath.

"You'd have a bloody good laughing show if I, an uneducated woman tried to get a divorce in court."

She pauses, then throws up her hands, jostling the baby.

"So there! Let him yell! Let him smash glass bottles and hit and try to scare me. There's no way out. And I'm not putting the children through that."

And what he knew, she couldn't leave without him spilling what he knew to newspapers and authorities and God forbid the law.

Freddie glanced at her concerned. "We were just trying to help, Mae." He told her.

"You do know that you're our sister and that our doors are open to you, figuratively and literally, right? You can come to us should it all be too much." Jonathan offered with an equally concerned glance.

"Yes. We care about you. You have done so much for us during the war, we would be imbeciles to not return the favor." Frederick added.

"If were your sister you'd be written down on my father's will."

She snaps, not meaning anything, just wanting to hurt.

Mabel stands abruptly,

"I'll check on the children."

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Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

The man came into view, Jonathan by his side and between them their daughter Fanziska, also referred to as Franzie, skipping excitedly between them. Katja was accompanying them, too.

Fredericks face lighted up, if such was possible, at the sight of his friend

"Mabel! I have missed you"

He exclaimed with a smile as he approached with his own family.

"Freddie."

Without warning, she pulls him into a one-armed embrace. Careful not to squash the baby she carries in the other.

"I too, Frederick."

"How has life been treating you?"

He asked while he silently offered to carry the baby for her, sensing she needs a break.

"I'm sorry we couldn't meet earlier, the shop has been keeping me busy and then Franzie fell ill."

He apologized while he led his husband and daughters into the house

“Good enough.”

She lies, carefully placing Isabelle in his arms.

“You haven’t met this one yet, have you?”

"No, i have not. What is her name?"

He asked as he rocked the baby girl in his arms. Then, he glanced at her skeptically.

"Do not lie to me, you look like a horse has ridden over you. How have you been, honestly?"

He asked her sternly while still cradling the small child as if it was second nature.

“Isabelle.”

She makes as if she did not hear the second question.

“Her name is Isabelle.”

He smiled softly at the small baby

"Like my sister! I remember her being so small."

Then, he turned to Mabel. "Mae, I'm serious. How are you? And don't give me that "good" bull because we both know that's a lie."

"Babies are tiring, Frederick. That's all it is."

Well, it was a half-truth.

"UNCLE FREDDIE-"

The blonde haired boy managed to escape from Mabel's firm grip, careening towards the Kenneth.

Before Frederick could answer threw Jemmy himself onto the tailors leg. Frederick laughed heartly and kneeled down at the small boys level

"How are you, Jemmy? Are you treating your mom well?" He asked with a jokingly stern voice.

"I nearly set her boots on fire last week!"

The toddler proclaims proudly, showing a charming tooth gap when he smiles.

"What have we spoken about setting stuff on fire, even if nearly?" He said with an overly disappointed tone, clearly indicating that he was joking.

"Well, do you want to play with Franzie? She needs a good boy to be her friend after she was alone sick." He offered. The girl couldn't shut up about playing with her friends again on the way, anyway.

Said girl came forth from her other fathers leg, which she still hid behind despite them having visited Mabels place enough times, and nodded in agreement

"How about Fred runs along too."

The older boy looks the two other children in the eye.

"Do not go to the blackberry bush. Not after you getting stuck."

Mabel adds, switching Isabelle from one arm to another. The children make off. Mabel gestures for the two men to sit down.

Frederick took his place next to Jonathan, sliding their chairs a bit closer.

"They're truly a bunch. You have my utmost respect that you're able to handle them so well."

Frederick said with a smile. Jonathan in the meantime tried to convince Katja, who had chosen to tag along but refused to go outside, to keep an eye on the kids.

She smiles at the praise.

"Honestly, it's a blessing the little Frederick turned out to be so responsible, it helps."

Her manner sobers, slumps.

"I just wish my husband would help around instead of scaring them."

And me. She adds silently to herself.

"I think him learning tailoring has helped his patience a lot. It does require a bunch of patience, after all." Frederick muses.

"Why does your husband scare your children?" Jonathan asked, finally having convinced Katja to go outside to the other kids.

"Oh he just.. you know. Yells and such."

Yell he did, oh he definitely did yell. Among other things.

Frederick frowned

"I don't think he's supposed to yell..." He thought out loud, concern leaking through his voice.

"No, dear he's definitely not supposed to yell" Jonathan remarked sarcastically. "But, Mabel, do you need help with anything? A divorce? We would be totally ready to take kids too if you're too concerned about them noticing anything between their parents." The englishman offered, a frown also appearing on his face. Frederick nodded in agreement.

"You really think it's that easy? Accuse him of using too much force because that is one of the only reasons a woman can get a divorce?"

Her voice cracks, she takes a breath.

"You'd have a bloody good laughing show if I, an uneducated woman tried to get a divorce in court."

She pauses, then throws up her hands, jostling the baby.

"So there! Let him yell! Let him smash glass bottles and hit and try to scare me. There's no way out. And I'm not putting the children through that."

And what he knew, she couldn't leave without him spilling what he knew to newspapers and authorities and God forbid the law.

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

The man came into view, Jonathan by his side and between them their daughter Fanziska, also referred to as Franzie, skipping excitedly between them. Katja was accompanying them, too.

Fredericks face lighted up, if such was possible, at the sight of his friend

"Mabel! I have missed you"

He exclaimed with a smile as he approached with his own family.

"Freddie."

Without warning, she pulls him into a one-armed embrace. Careful not to squash the baby she carries in the other.

"I too, Frederick."

"How has life been treating you?"

He asked while he silently offered to carry the baby for her, sensing she needs a break.

"I'm sorry we couldn't meet earlier, the shop has been keeping me busy and then Franzie fell ill."

He apologized while he led his husband and daughters into the house

“Good enough.”

She lies, carefully placing Isabelle in his arms.

“You haven’t met this one yet, have you?”

"No, i have not. What is her name?"

He asked as he rocked the baby girl in his arms. Then, he glanced at her skeptically.

"Do not lie to me, you look like a horse has ridden over you. How have you been, honestly?"

He asked her sternly while still cradling the small child as if it was second nature.

“Isabelle.”

She makes as if she did not hear the second question.

“Her name is Isabelle.”

He smiled softly at the small baby

"Like my sister! I remember her being so small."

Then, he turned to Mabel. "Mae, I'm serious. How are you? And don't give me that "good" bull because we both know that's a lie."

"Babies are tiring, Frederick. That's all it is."

Well, it was a half-truth.

"UNCLE FREDDIE-"

The blonde haired boy managed to escape from Mabel's firm grip, careening towards the Kenneth.

Before Frederick could answer threw Jemmy himself onto the tailors leg. Frederick laughed heartly and kneeled down at the small boys level

"How are you, Jemmy? Are you treating your mom well?" He asked with a jokingly stern voice.

"I nearly set her boots on fire last week!"

The toddler proclaims proudly, showing a charming tooth gap when he smiles.

"What have we spoken about setting stuff on fire, even if nearly?" He said with an overly disappointed tone, clearly indicating that he was joking.

"Well, do you want to play with Franzie? She needs a good boy to be her friend after she was alone sick." He offered. The girl couldn't shut up about playing with her friends again on the way, anyway.

Said girl came forth from her other fathers leg, which she still hid behind despite them having visited Mabels place enough times, and nodded in agreement

"How about Fred runs along too."

The older boy looks the two other children in the eye.

"Do not go to the blackberry bush. Not after you getting stuck."

Mabel adds, switching Isabelle from one arm to another. The children make off. Mabel gestures for the two men to sit down.

Frederick took his place next to Jonathan, sliding their chairs a bit closer.

"They're truly a bunch. You have my utmost respect that you're able to handle them so well."

Frederick said with a smile. Jonathan in the meantime tried to convince Katja, who had chosen to tag along but refused to go outside, to keep an eye on the kids.

She smiles at the praise.

"Honestly, it's a blessing the little Frederick turned out to be so responsible, it helps."

Her manner sobers, slumps.

"I just wish my husband would help around instead of scaring them."

And me. She adds silently to herself.

"I think him learning tailoring has helped his patience a lot. It does require a bunch of patience, after all." Frederick muses.

"Why does your husband scare your children?" Jonathan asked, finally having convinced Katja to go outside to the other kids.

"Oh he just.. you know. Yells and such."

Yell he did, oh he definitely did yell. Among other things.

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