Adore Delano x Reader

Part 23

In which we pick back up with Adore's reaction to the news, Mrs. Delano having a bit of a meltdown- courtesy of Delano-ling no.6, then flash forward a bit to Lucas soaking (there's a joke there) up his last bits of summer while transitioning into something he'll be doing in the fall: swim lessons! Feat. angst /tension when Melissa falls in and Lucas saves the day by diving to get her, but we don't have to talk about that yet! Additional shenanigans include the other ratlings learning to swim.

Where we last left off, Melissa had just whispered a certain something to Danny, Amelia and Diana ate popcorn and you braced yourself for whatever was to come following that. We pick up approximately ten minutes later. Danny was staring blankly at you, Diana and Amelia were still eating popcorn and Ollie was yelling at Danny to try and get them to snap out of it.

"Mamiiii!" "I think her brain finally broke." "That happened a long time ago, Di." "Mami?" "Mel, mami's in shock. Go play." "Mami broke!" "Mami's about to be very broke, Mel." "She still talks!" "Are you okay?" "Shut up and hug me." "That's not quite the reaction I expected, but okay." "What did you expect?" "Lucas all over again." "The hugging and the tears, Roy being your therapist, the wedding vows or..?" "Just in terms of the sappiness. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't want you to cry, I'm just surprised you didn't." "It's called being in shock." "I know, I don't have two braincells left." "And I do?" "No. You have one. And I'm pretty sure we share it." "Rude." "I'm right." "Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean I can't tell you that you're a bitch." "Oh." "Mami, you made her cry." "Oh shit-" "She's never done that before..." "Mama broke, too!" "Mom, no tears." "I feel bad." "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" "A hormonal, bloated mess who can't do anything right and is a total cunt to her wife, that's who!" "You want cheetos, ma?" "I want hot cheetos." "Okay, I'll get you hot cheetos. Mami, stay." "I don't have a choice, Amelia."

Eventually, you dried your hormone-induced tears and Amelia fed you hot cheetos while Danny held you. You couldn't say you didn't like the attention, you just didn't like the hormones. Or hot cheetos. But, apparently, your little parasite- I mean fetus- did. They liked hot cheetos a lot. Honestly, it had been a right of passage since Lucas. Because you hated them so much, every time one of the little demons hit the "give me the spicy cheese sticks, mother" phase in their intrauterine development, Danny would make sure to stock up on everything you actually liked to eat so that you could...honestly, cleanse your entire GI tract, considering what's in those things.

The point where the kid was tired of fried napalm came sooner than it had with their siblings, and just in time. You had begun functioning again just in time for the start of the kids' swim lessons that Lucas's school had started providing. He did them the summer before last, because- you know- pandemic, and he really liked them, so he dragged his siblings with him. They were all quite good, except for Melissa, because...she's a baby. Well, she'd be two in December, but still. Baby. She liked swimming, and liked to throw diving toys into the pool for the big kids. It was a normal day of her sitting by the edge of the pool, throwing diving rings. She got one stuck on her foot, and in trying to pull it off, she fell in. A friend of Lucas's was the first to notice, so she shouted, "Melissa fell in! Mrs. Noriega, Melissa fell in!". Lucas heard his friend, sisters and mother screaming from the other side of the pool where he was talking to other kids, and then saw his baby sister splashing about frantically and crying, so he did what any sensible, adrenaline-high big brother would do and dove in to get her. Danny and some of the other parents stood by in case intervention was needed and the swim instructors watched, dumbfounded by how a six year old could do something like this. Melissa flailed a bit, then managed to attach herself to Lucas's back where she promptly fell asleep. Everyone in Lucas's swim class, as well as the other adults, clapped for him, even though in his eyes, its what anyone would have done. Danny picked Melissa up off of Lucas's back, and you almost threw yourself at your oldest son, proud of him beyond words. Immediately following this incident, Melissa was given a floaty ring to sit in while throwing her toys at people, for which she seemed pretty grateful. The following swim lessons were considerably less eventful, which you and Danny were thankful for. Amelia took to swimming almost as quickly as her big brother. Diana struggled a bit, but otherwise did very well for her age. That leaves us with Ollie...he was a bit shit. Yes, he's three. But he was also bad. Not like he would drown at any minute- not that bad, but he definitely struggled. So, Lucas and Danny worked with him and eventually, Ollie became a decent swimmer. Melissa was still constrained to floaties, water wings and mom and mami's backs. But she practiced in the bath!