The next birthday was the twins…
Fern was in a depressed funk. Her children were growing up so quickly and there was still so much to accomplish.
Happy Birthday Matilda and Poe.
She grew up to be an adorable kid. She was an active and happy child, always smiling.
Poe grew up to be an attractive young man, but he suffered the same bouts of depression as his mother.
Fern was tired and guilty. She knew it was her fault that Poe was depressive.
She put up her book and continued to beat herself up. Depression ran in families. No one else in her family had ever been depressed, so it was all her fault.
Lorne came in the room and sat down on the bed.
Lorne: “What is bothering you, Potted One?”
Lorne: “Don’t lie.”
Fern: “I’m not…”
Lorne looked at her sternly.
Fern: “I’m just worried about Poe.”
Lorne: “I know, but he’s going to be okay. The therapist will be able to help.”
Fern: “But its all my fault.”
Lorne: “Fern, stop and listen to me. It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. There is nothing wrong with you or Poe. It’s just a part of who you are. You’re both perfect the way you are. I’m here for the both of you whenever you need, and I know Dorian and Matilda are here for you both too. That’s what family is for.”
Lorne pulled Fern into his lap and cuddled her as the tears slid down her cheeks.
A few weeks later…
Fern: “Let’s go to the park… we can a picnic and rally support for the upcoming primaries.”
Fern cooked her rubber chickens…
And had a water balloon with her Dad and brother.
Orion pulled out his best Clint Eastwood impersonation.
And then challenged Griffin and Lorne to a dual versus himself and Fern.
Fern wasn’t too sure about this.
Lorne was a noodle boy, so she wasn’t worried there… but Griffin was a professional athlete.
But she had nothing to worry about….
The first round. She was pissed when she got doused the second round. Orion found it hilarious.
Lorne sucked as expected.
Griffin had the throwing arm of a god.
They went over to the family’s house after and it was a lot bigger of an event now.
Dorian played chess with his Uncle. Dorian knocked over Tom’s key piece and grinned.
Dorian: “Checkmate Motherfucker.”
Tom: “I’m pretty sure your Mother doesn’t let you use that kind of language.”