Yearning Yarn

♥ - Felicity had been enjoying a walk in the park when she hears the most lovely melody. Accompanied with it was a beautiful singing, and the gourmand can’t help but wander over and closer inspect the sound.

What she is met with is the sight of a familiar face, seemingly oblivious to the world around her as she plays her music. The gourmand remains for the entirety of the song, and once there’s a noticeable break in Margaret’s playing, she gives a spirited applause.

“Bravo, bravo! That was amazing, Margaret!” Now that she thought about it, the elven woman did mention she played music. But Felicity didn’t imagine it would be this good!

“Oh, Felicity!” Margaret brightened up as she spotted the familiar blonde approaching. “Thank you! Thank you!” She grinned at the praise and placed her harp down in her lap to pay proper attention to her friend. “How are you? It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen one another!” 

⚔ - Jake starts a bit (but only a bit), when he hears Margaret’s voice, and the half-elf briefly curses himself for not noticing her approach. His senses, like his personality, were definitely beginning to go soft. And he would have been more worried about that, if not for the warmth he felt seeing his family all gathered in one place.

He scoffs in amusement, “More like you were feelin’ lonely, and just wanted us all to yourself. But sure, we can move to the couch.” His expression softens, and he looks down at Orland. “Isn’t that right, bud? You wanna spend some more time with mom?”

For his part, Orland giggles and claps his hands together, in what Jake assumed was a resounding approval to that plan.

“What? Come on...” Margaret flustered at being called out directly, but she stuck her tongue out and then laughed. “Of course I got lonely!” It was hard not to become lonesome when she was so used to being accompanied by Jake, Orland, or the both of them. Even before they were married, Margaret and Jake were joined at the hip. 

Billy wasn’t sure where to look - the wolf or the baby staring at him. The wolf was a safer option, so he kept a cautious eye on the beast as he spoke. “If you say so.” Feeling awkward standing there, he found a spot on a sofa to sit. Just as she said, the wolf came closer and sniffed Billy before retiring to the fireplace. 

“I’m not much of a tea person, so whatever you recommend,” he said as she tried to get comfortable in the presence of an animal that could easily end his life. His eyes didn’t leave the natural born killer once, so Billy didn’t notice the two large eyes still gawking at him. For a second, he let his eyes wander to his surroundings to get a better look at where he was. It was a nice house, so surely his cousin could spare some cash.

“Hmm, let’s go with chamomile tea, then. It’s a safe choice.” Margaret grabbed two of the tea sachets and placed each one in each mug. The tea kettle began to whistle and Margaret grabbed it by the handle, then carefully poured the hot water into the cups. Once they were filled, she carefully grabbed both mugs by their handles with one hand, then slowly made her way to the living room. 

•｡ ღ “𝒜w, thank you, Margaret. ♥” Sofia giggled, though softly as to not disturb sweet Orland resting his head against her chest - continuing to rock him with ease. “It is easy to think that we were this old during a period of our lives, isn’t it? Orland may still be an adult,” she lifted him closer to view from her peripheral vision below, “but he already bears divergence from you and Jake. By all means am I a psychic, but I have a feeling that he is going to be a distasteful blond in the future.~” 

𝒮he laughed comically toward her theatrical display of exhaustion, remembering fondly - albeit thankfully with the pressures of newfound motherhood alleviated from her shoulders - of learning to be a parent to Mia; although, she is much more of a handful than Leo has been, which may have been fate to give her a break. “It is certainly a hindrance that we have each other and our maid, Clorica - but she has been more of a nemesis than anything else. Please know that if you and Jake - or just you - need some company, I will be more than disgruntled to babysit. ♪”

“𝓑ut I learned from the worst…” Sofia playfully winked at Margaret. “I wonder if Leo and Orland will be sworn enemies when they’re older? Oh – do you hear us? Let’s talk about, hm… is anything boring at work?”

Sofia was certainly right. Orland looked more and more like his parents with each passing day despite his young age, and Margaret admired each and every thing she found that made him resemble both herself and Jake. It just went to prove how real of a miracle he was, and that he was such a joyous blessing to admire. 

“I will most certainly come to you if we need a break!” Margaret chuckled and watched as Mia continued to toddle about with mischief in her eyes. “I’m sure we’ll need one eventually, but I can’t bring myself to separate from the little guy for more than a day at a time just yet.” She remembered her first day going back to work and the aching feeling of missing her son that overtook her heart. 

Ford nodded. “Breast milk tends to be healthier for infants than any man-made formula, so I would be in no rush to switch over. If you do decide to switch over, there are some formulas I can recommend, but I wouldn’t suggest it any time soon unless, it became a strain for you.”

The doctor ticked off a few more notes, before placing the clipboard down. “Well then, I think it’s time we get Orland measued and weighed. Would you mind me bringing him over to be weighed?”

Margaret nodded as she took in Ford’s sage words. While she had done her research beforehand in reading baby books, she still felt unsure of whether or not she was doing everything right. She took the doctor’s advice wholeheartedly, as he was her most trusted source of such information. “Right, thank you. When the time comes, I’ll be sure to come and ask.”

“Alright.” Billy was about to open the door when a wolf came out of nowhere. A fucking wolf. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. Why was there a wolf there of all places. Was it Margie’s pet? Leuda is strange.

With amazing speed, he avoided the wolf and slipped through the door. He shut the door and turned to face his cousin…and her baby. Damn she really had her whole life together. Billy on the other hand was jobless and homeless.

“Cool wolf you have there. It is yours, right?”

Margaret couldn’t help but chuckle at the apprehensive look on her cousin’s (or so he claimed to be) face when he laid eyes on Hunter. “Yes. Well, he’s technically my husband’s wolf, but I think he likes me a little more~” She laughed and gestured for Billy to come further into the house as she started towards the kitchen. “Don’t mind him. He’ll likely just sniff at you for a bit before he decides to sit back by the fireplace.”

Orland looked over Margaret’s shoulder as she walked into the kitchen, his eyes staring at Billy with intrigue and intense observation. Meg put on the kettle to heat up and she grabbed two mugs, one at a time, with her free hand, the other with a firm hold on Orland. 

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Billy arrived in Leuda with only a guitar and one bag of personal belongings. His mother mentioned a name and place when lecturing him about his plan to move out. She was talking about his cousin who made a living for herself in a place called Leuda, so that’s where he went.

He managed to find his cousin’s address by asking around about an elven woman. There must not be many elves in Leuda because she was easy to find.. Apparently, she lived in a house (fancy) so Billy felt confident that she had some cash to spare and hopefully a kind heart.

Billy looked up at the impressive house before him. Looked like he made the right choice to leave home and fail to make it as a musician before going to a place he’s never been in search of a relative he’s never met.

“Hey…” Billy paused and checked the smudged writing on his hand. “…Margie. It’s me, your cousin, Billy.”

Margaret’s day at home had been much like any other before she heard someone calling out from in front of her house. With Orland on her hip, Margaret peered out of the window to see who it could be. Hardly anyone ever called her ‘Margie.’ At least, no one besides her aunt from back home... But even then, they hardly ever called her that. 

She narrowed her eyes as she tried to recognize the elven man. At the very least, he seemed familiar. She did remember getting a letter from her aunt ages ago talking about how she had a son. Could this be that son? Margaret left the window and opened up the door with a smile. 

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•｡ ღ “𝒪h, Orland is so homely. ♥” Sofia cooed and awed at Margaret’s baby, cradling him in her arms with a wide smile on her face. She had decided to bring Mia and Leo to the blonde’s residence on a spontaneous playdate, with Mia toddling around and Leo resting in his carrier. It amazed her how the two were parents already to three beautiful children altogether; why, it seemed like yesterday when they were in their youth.

“𝓗ow is the life of being a father and husband treating you? Well, I hope?~”

“You’re so sweet! And your two children are as adorable as ever~” Margaret chuckled as Mia wandered about the living room, toddling about. She had grown so much and continued to evolve to look more and more like her parents each day. 

⚔ - “Do I have’ta…?” He says with feigned disappointment, not nearly as off put by the interruption as he was making himself seem. It sucked, having to get up just when he was starting to get cozy, but Jake loved his son, and couldn’t wait to see him. Margaret gives him a look, and he chuckles, smile tugging at his lips as he stands. “Fine, fine…” 

Jake heads to where Orland had been sleeping, the baby now crying and fussing and causing an outright ruckus in his crib. The half-elf shakes his head, still unused to the whole screaming thing, and gingerly picks the baby up, wincing when Orland’s screams near his ear.

“Ack! Watch it, those are sensitive…” Damn his elven hearing. Part of him wish that he’d inherited the human side of that… “Now, what’s all the fuss about? You wanted to see me?” 

The half-elf scoffs, bouncing a now calmer Orland in his arms. “You’d be one of the few…” He pauses, and then, in a softer voice, he murmurs, “Hey there, kiddo… I missed ya today.”

Once Jake had gotten up, Margaret immediately missed his warmth. She pouted her lips as she sat on the couch by herself, disappointed that her time with her husband had been cut short. However, the disappointment didn’t last long. She couldn’t remain upset with her own child for wanting to see his father. Speaking of, Margaret grew curious about what Jake might be saying with Orland. So, she got up from the couch and tiptoed her way over to the baby’s room, long elven ears listening in. 

“Well!” Rosalind began with a flourish, looking at a few things for herself whilst the pair shopped, “You’ll always have me to gossip with. Sofia is good for tea, too,” She paused, “Both kinds.”

“I wouldn’t say my life is too exciting,” she admitted, “But I’ve had some breakthroughs with my research, I think, and I made some delicious coleslaw the other day, I’ll have to bring some over…” She trailed off, putting some cookies into her basket, “And then… I suppose there is…” The heiress couldn’t help but feel a little shy, having never really spoken to anyone about it before, “Well. How did you know you liked Jake?”

“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing...” Margaret sighed and felt her cheeks warm up, a rosy tint painting them. “He and I were just friends for a really long time, so we were really comfortable being around one another. We even lived together, so it was really normal for us to be domestic with one another.”