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Hello everyone ! This Interlude is kind of a first, since it'll be centered about characters who never had a chance to shine ! I hope you'll like it.

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Seventh Interlude 

Ici, regarde par ici ma petite bouille d’amour!

“You’re going to confuse him!” complained Ofelia, her voice slightly distorted by the old camera’s poor mic.

“I told you he wouldn’t be confused” calmly said Jules, discovering his wife looking at their old tapes.

“You’re right… he is far more brilliant that I gave him credit for…” admitted Ofelia, the still young looking Latina smiling at her husband, even if her eyes were still a bit teary.

“Hey, I miss him too. I miss all three of them. This house is far too big now, if you ask me” said Jules, sitting to cuddle his sad wide a little.

“You want to sell it then?” taunted Ofelia, getting back a little of her usual fiery temperament.

“Not for all the wealth in the world. But I think that you’re doing yourself no good by binge watching those old tapes or the photos. They all grew up, we knew they would leave someday.”

“I know but… Lindsey and Alejandro are halfway through the country, and even Alaric is hours away… And they are all so… so fragile still!”

“Fragile? Have you seen your second son? I’m pretty sure he can handle a bear or two, and probably several of the jocks he’ll have to deal with in college. And Lindsey’s growing up like a weed. And I’m pretty sure that her metabolism…”

“For the I don’t even know how many time it makes, there is nothing wrong with the water or food of Old Creek Jules!” sighed Ofelia, rolling her eyes as her husband returned to one of his pet peeves.

“Sure. The fact that there is a renowned genetic lab, almost completely closed off, two miles from the town’s borders, and that all MAJORS born and bred here are significantly taller than their parents and the average size of their age group…”

“Is perfectly natural! They have healthier living conditions than in the city, less distractions keeping their bodily functions to low level and a lot less stress, because the local economy, while small, is able to grant them enough prospect to not fall into despair and self-destructing behavior.”

“Sure. Then how do you explain Shannon, or Cherry? That Overrock girl went from a pancake to double FF in mere months, and grew so dam big that…”

“I know, everyone talk about Cherry’s tetas! Speaking of which… we could invite her one evening, to… spice thing up!” teased his wife, licking her lips seductively.

“You devil!” laughed Jules. “You know I don’t like them gros seins, I much prefer the perkier, and on the smaller side… But don’t think you’ll wiggle your way out of our discussion miss!” added the French-born MAJOR, his mock anger slightly tarred by his chuckle.

“Fine! You want a definite proof that there is nothing wrong with Old Creek’s water? Dios mio, I can even give you two for the price of one!”

“Go on then, impress me!” taunted Jules, a wry smile on his face. “I’m curious to hear something new! Because all your arguments are rather feeble, if you ask me!”

“Excuse me? Who is the geneticist here? I’ll teach you mister to disrespect your wife and scientific…”

“To the point lady!” almost yelled Jules, doing his best to not burst into laughter.

“Fine! Well, for a start, you’ll have noticed that Lindsey hasn’t had any hormonal imbalance. She’s tall for her age, yes, but not freakishly, and she doesn’t have ballooning curves or early menstruation!”

“That we know off” countered the astronomer. “She may have started to change already, and most changes happens after puberty hit the younglings here. But I see your point!” he hastily added, raising his hands as if to protect himself, while his wife’s turned into fist.

“And you better do that!” huffed Ofelia. “But if you need absolute proof that nothing is wrong here, you have Alejandro to look at.”

“Excuse me? You have no minor in your family, I have a grand-mother. And yet we gave birth to one without trying. After moving here. How is it not proving that there is something fishy with the place, some project to create super-MAJORS or repopulate the Earth with minors…”

“Santa Maria… why did I end up falling in love with a geek?” sighed Ofelia, shaking her head a little.

“Because I proposed to you the very first time we met?” reminded Jules, caressing the side of his wife’s pretty face. “And it surprised you so much that it picked your interest, didn’t it?”

“You’re right… but if I can’t sweet talk my way out of your conspiracy theory, neither can you! And as I said, Alejandro is the definite proof that everything is normal here. Do you really think I would have remained here if my little miracle had any chance to be infected or have his biology unbalanced by something in the food or the water?”

“Of course not” admitted Jules, smiling while shaking his head a little. “It’s true that you’ve always wanted to smolder him, even before the Incident.”

It had been a point of contention between them for quite a long time. Jules Ferrand was more than proud of all his children, but he had always felt that she was both over-indulging and over-protective of their firstborn. Especially when he was less than two years old, when she never let his own twin interact with him without her direct intervention, while Alaric always displayed great, almost instinctual, carefulness around his smaller brother.

“I never did that! I just cared for mi pequeño milagro! Would have done anything else, he could have been hurt so badly as an infant! Do you remember how small he was? Just look at this video!”

Jules turned his head to see his two sons, merely six months old, looking at him through the years. Alaric had already been around 1m (3f3) tall while Alejandro had been around 60 cm (slightly below 2f), a little small for his age had told the doctors, but nothing to be worried about. More tellingly than their height, it was the sheer mass of Alaric, who looked twice as broad as his sibling, and probably already weighted four time the minor’s own weight. But in spite of those differences, the twins looked almost identical.

“You’re right, he was smaller than any kid out there. But he was never weak, he never feared anyone.”

“And don’t you think, sometimes, that it’s precisely because we failed to teach him to be wary, even afraid, of MAJORS, at a young age, perhaps he wouldn’t have…”

Her voice cracked and she couldn’t end her sentence. Jules was surprised, but not shocked, to hear her say it out loud. He had heard that and sometimes worse, when she had assumed he was asleep, as their poor baby boy laid alone in an hospital bed, as they waited for his body to heal. It had broken his heart so much that he had never dared to breach the subject with her. At first, the pain had been too raw, and then times had passed and while their minor child hadn’t had the chance to develop in the happiest and healthiest way, at least he had seemed able to find some balance in his life.

“I do” he admitted bluntly. “But what’s done is done. What is the point in inflicting pain on ourselves for something we can’t change? Alejandro is happy now, happier than he has been for most of his life. I know you have your reservations about Shannon. I share them. But you have to admit that she makes him feel better than anything we have ever been able to offer him after the Incident.”

“Sure but she is so… so much more unreliable that what I assumed she was! She almost killed her mother and her unborn half-brother just because she didn’t like what Alexis said about Alejandro!”

“I know!” agreed Jules. “But you’ve seen how he brightens every time he even hear her name now. She did more to him in a day than we have ever been able to do. We hadn’t even managed to see that he had closed off most of his early childhood, and her mere presence forced him to deal with it, and she managed to make it bearable and a useful experience!”

Ofelia’s lips stiffened and Jules prepared himself for an argument. His wife even put the video on hold, turning her hardening face at him. She was quite stubborn, his beloved. It had been one of the things which had attracted him to her. That and her killer body, and her brilliant mind. And while a part of him dreaded the upcoming barrage of angry words she would shout at him, another part couldn’t wait for what came next. Make-up sex had stopped to be about any make-up, since nothing was broken between them, but it was still incredibly good, after all.

“She had sex with him the very first day they were left alone! And she flaunted her wealth and… and her body to steal him away! What would we even be able to do if anything happened to him? And anything can happen to him in New Orleans, it’s a big city, and there is crime, and there is shady peoples, and … and…”

Ofelia’s tirade stopped, but only because she had too much word to express herself. Jules hesitated, as always, unsure if he needed to talk or remains silent if he wished to actually avoid an escalation of what was, essentially, a rather mild outburst. He finally decided to remain silent, praying for the best. And when her mood darkened even more, he knew he had lucked out and should have talked. His slightly smaller wife rose up to her full height and seemed to puff up a little, trying to look more intimidating to him, which made him chuckle.

“You think it’s funny!? Our little baby is in danger! Realmente en peligro! Shannon va a romper su corazón! She doesn’t live in the same world as us! She won’t be able to understand what he needs, what he can and can’t do and endure!”

“Then why did you let him go with her if you’re so sure? Seriously Ofe, stop treating him like a little kid! He’s almost 20, he’s not alone, he has Lindsey to watch over him, and we both know she’ll gut Shannon before letting her hurt her brother!” roared Jules, his own MAJOR temper getting the best of him. “Sérieusement, c’est pourtant evident!

“Shut up! I’m not doubting Lindsey’s dedication, you stupid moron!” yelled Ofelia, throwing a punch at him, forcing Jules to sidestep to avoid being hit. “But what can she do? She’s still a little baby too!”

“Have you seen her muscles and her growth? She may not be a teen yet, but she will be soon, and I’m willing to bet that she’ll be quite strong. And if it’s not enough, our kids have made friends already! They’ll be helped if the need arise!”

“Yeah, sure! Kids will stop an overgrown billionaire from getting her way!”

“If you’re so against Shannon and Alejandro being together, then when did you agree to let him and Lindsey move to New Orleans! It can’t just be the free scholarship up to college!”

Ofelia opened her mouth, her whole body shaking. Then, with a cry, she threw herself at him and their lips locked. Jules felt her desperation, her fear, all the nervousness her secretive work piled up on her, above the natural concern of a mother whose children had flew away from the nest. He embraced her in a powerful hug, lifting her off the ground and French kissing her deeply and lovingly. He could taste her tears, feel them rolling on her beautiful cheeks.

“It’ll be alright darling, you know it. Shannon may be a lot of things, but she won’t ever hurt Alejandro consciously, and if she happens to do it anyway, she’ll do everything she can to make amends. We both know it,” he whispered to her softly when their kiss broke.

“I know but… I can’t help feeling afraid for him, all the time, and then I feel bad for not caring enough about Alaric and Lindsey! What if… what if I’ve been a bad mother to them and I just realized it now that all our children have left us, Jules?”

“You haven’t been, mon coeur… They all love you, we all love you. You have no reason to feel bad about their upbringing, really.”

Jules’ wife looked deeply into his eyes and brought back his lips to her own. Their kiss was a lot calmer, slower, the prelude of a whole afternoon of sex. Both of them had felt the need to do it for some time now. It had barely been a week since Alejandro, Alaric and Lindsey had started their own paths in life, and yet, their parents felt the need to be with every one of them so poignantly that they hadn’t been able to wait for Saturday to get some relief.

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“This house is so big now…” whispered Jules, looking at the naked body of his wife against his own.

“I know… but it’s so full of memories, good and bad. I almost feel like it’ll start to overflow soon…”

“I get what you mean” admitted Jules. “Everything reminds us of Alaric, and Lindsey, and Alejandro, in all the small ways that force of habits can muster.”

“That’s true” giggled Ofelia. “I almost want to get out and prepare Alejandro’s breakfast ingredients for tomorrow’s morning. While knowing that he isn’t here to eat them…”

“It could be worse. You could be wanting to go into Al’s room to ask him some help with heavy stuff in the garage to remembering that he is hundreds of miles away” chuckled Jules.

“You’ve always been like that. Remember when he went to summer camp in the Rockies and you kept wondering where he was every morning?” giggled Ofelia.

“Yes, I do” smiled Jules, leaning to kiss his wife’s cheek. “Do you want me to get the…”

“No. I… I think that I’m ready now to finally have another go at pregnancy” interrupted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “I… I want other children, like most peoples!”

“Haha, well, who am I then to stand in your way?” laughed Jules, letting a howling laughter fill the calmness of the evening. “Ready for round two?”

“You’ve no idea” mischievously replied Ofelia, mounting him even as his body prepared for a wilder ride.

 

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