ST. CLAUT HOSPITAL
MATERNITY WARD
APRIL 1, 1973
You have to accept whatever comes, and the only important thing is that you meet it with the best that you have to give." - Eleanor Roosevelt
Little Foley was born, seven pounds and six ounces. Both his parents, Lehcim and Ymor, were scoping him up as if that would help them determine whether to keep the little one or not. Lehcim seemed so unhappy at the prospect that they may have to take Foley home. They were expecting a little girl. The name was already picked out for her. Folierre.
"Was it too much to ask for a girl?" Speaking to herself. She turned to her husband, "it is beyond me, how happy you are to have a son. Although you are fully aware it is not what we need right now," Lehcim felt deceived and exasperated. She stared at her feet while shaking her head.
"He is a handsome boy! He reminds me of my father." Ymor stated pensively, remembering his dad.
"Your father? The mass murderer? Now we definitely cannot use Folierre," Lehcim retorted cynically.
Ymor was holding and admiring the baby. He inhaled and disregarded his wife's comments, "We can use Folier. Little Fofo!"
"More like Folly, which I think would be fitting if we were to keep him." Lehcim rebuked deliriously.
Ymor was paying attention to his baby, willing himself to continue to ignore his wife's negativity. "He reminds me of my father. I think he could be the one."
"Do not forget the curse, Ymor, and please don't overlook the fact that your father killed two generations of Neptenus in one day."
Ymor was only acknowledging half of her statement while shifting in his chair. "I do remember the curse. I told you about it and nothing would surely happen until his supposed thirty-first birthday anyway."
"So, we can dispose of him then?" Lehcim grinned.
Ymor was avoiding his wife's ill-fated comments about their newborn. "Lehci, I have a great feeling about him. Just look at him. Isn't he a unique looking kid? He must be the one. You should rest."
Lehcim was concerned and fixated on the boy's birthmark. "What if he isn't? Ymor, we must be ready to do what it takes to keep our family safe."
"I am sorry to interrupt but we have to get the infant ready to be released. We were informed that you wanted to go home as soon as possible. Before you are able to do so, Mrs. Neptenu, first you have to use the bathroom." Interjected one of the maternity ward nurses.
"Yes, you can take him. I will be fine." Lehcim replied flatly.
Ymor was fuming. "Please be gentle with him and return him to me." Ymor directed while handing the baby to the nurse very carefully.
"When that day comes, we will, but we both know it won't be for another 31 years and he is family too. In case you forgot, he is still our boy, he came from your womb, for crying out loud." Ymor scoffed.
Lehcim chose to pretend that she did not hear what her husband had just said. "Promise me Ymor. Promise me, you won't get too attached, and you will put the twins and our welfare before Folly." Lehcim pleaded with her husband.
"I promise nothing. Keep in mind, he could also be a good omen to us. Don't call him Folly, call him Fofo. Our little Fofo." Ymor was in disbelief.
"The only good thing that could happen to us is if he were a girl. I will call him by whatever name I see fit for him and Folly seems about right for his nickname." Lehcim narrowed her eyes while her nose flared.
"Okay Lehci, whatever you like. But do you remember the other part of the curse?"
"Yes Ymor, darling, I remember, but it could also be a double-edged sword."
"What do you mean?" Ymor asked eagerly.
"I mean, change could be a good or a bad thing," Lehcim rationalized.
"Change is always good, Lehci. Think on the bright side for once." Ymor was besides himself.
"Change is NOT always GOOD Ymor, that's why I am in your life, you are so naïve. Life is not always fair. Things go wrong as much as they go right." Lehcim shook her head once more.
"So you want to believe that our Fofo will ultimately be the end of our very existence?" Ymor taunted his wife.
"Not just our existence but our twins as well, you are no stranger to the Neptenu curse, muffin Dow." Lehcim was dead serious, her voice laced with poison.
"Things can go either way, like you said, but I am positive that we can control what becomes of Fofo," Ymor chided.
"What do you mean? Please Ymor, don't get attached to this infant." Lehcim begged with sincere disposition.
"I mean we can teach him to love and care about his bloodline," Ymor replied calmly.
"You mean 'put the fear of God in him' so he knows what's good for him?" Lehcim quipped.
"No Lehci, we need to show him that we love and care for him and he will reciprocate the feeling." Ymor riposted serenely.
"What a lover I married?" Lehcim remarked sarcastically.
Ymor was exhausted from having to defend his son's life to his wife. "Lehci, you know, it's not too hard to show some vulnerability once in awhile."
"No, I can't show any emotion to someone I know may terminate my life or the lives of my handsome twins." No one had more tenacity and determination than Lehcim.
"Sometimes, I wonder about you, Lehci. I ask if you even love me." Ymor was reflective, truly questioning his marriage.
"Of course, I do, darling. Don't be a pest. I am tired, I need to rest." Lehcim was well-versed in the art of misdirection.
"Yes, rest honey. But little Fofo is our baby boy, cursed or not cursed, we are keeping him." Ymor was steadfast.
"Okay, okay, we will, but if he starts showing signs of hostility towards my twins or me, I will annihilate him with my bare hands, I swear." Lehcim agreed, half-ass.
"I know you don't mean that." Ymor petitioned lovingly. He was the most optimistic one in the relationship, if not the only one.
"I am a survivalist. You know about my past. This is who I am. And you are stuck with me." Lehcim declared before winking at her husband. Behind her eyes, an intense mind contortion was afoot.
As she finished that sentence while lying in her hospital bed, she cast a spell quietly onto herself to heal faster. She entered her delta mindset to alter Ymor's. Almost instantly, Ymor was pulled into a reality where his wife mounted him in his chair and proceeded to dry hump him. He was rendered spellbound. He fell in love all over again with Lehcim's great figure, even after three kids. Her breasts were full, skinny waist, voluptuous shape, vavavoom ass, all easily accessible in her loose gown. She understood how to keep it all tight. And she learned what made her husband feel all tingly inside. Taking control. He enjoyed Lehcim tightening her walls around his yogurt slinger while holding him down. She moved her hips forward and backwards, alternating rhythmically, slowly up and down. She continued for 20 minutes and gradually picked up a faster pace. Ymor reached a crescendo unwillingly. She got up and kissed him hard like she did on their first date. She threw him on the bed and sat on his face. He barely had time to think but he licked, tongued, and nibbled vigorously while rubbing himself. All in his head. It was truly all a game for Lehcim. She smirked while Ymor was glued to his chair with his eyes glaring at the ceiling and twitching with his mouth hanging open. He was in his own world.
Johnny Depp narrates
Foley was unfortunate enough to be born a Neptenu. So what? So what? you may ask. We cannot choose our birth parents. But we can damn choose to run away, when we grow some legs to run as fast and far away as possible from a miserable existence.
At this point, I do not think anyone would opt to sympathize with Lehcim. Ymor appeared to be a pushover. Such a pushover that one might wonder. Her vulva must be the bomb to continue a relationship with this aberrant woman.
I do want to burst your bubbles because these aberrant, hateful women oftentimes happen to be mothers. They do exist across the globe. Powerful, eccentric, cold-blooded, money-focused, heartless, but usually nine out of ten end up alone and have to pay for intimacy.