Lemonade

Chapter II

Bumble Bee woke up early and left Cyborg in bed to go get ready. She took the time to find a great outfit and thought a green Henley shirt with black jeans and black heels were the appropriate choice.

She went to get her kids ready and then went down to the third highest floor in the tower to the guest rooms.

She knocked on the Lucases' door then the Changs' door and waited.

Marcy answered first. "Hey?"

Bumble Bee smiled deeply. "Hey! I love what you're wearing!"

Marcy was wearing really formfitting distressed peacock blue jeans with a tiny powder blue sweater and black booties. "It's just a lot of blue."

"You look good in blue."

"You look good in green."

Bumble Bee blushed and preened. "Thank you. Is your family up?"

Marcy nodded once.

"Rye!" Calvin yelled.

Rye appeared behind her mother and yelled back, "Cal!"

The moms snickered as the toddlers hugged.

Mari opened her door. "Hey, guys."

"Mar!" Bumble Bee hugged her. "I like your dress."

Mari beamed, wearing a paisley pink dress with a blue jean jacket over it. She also wore brown heeled booties. "Thank you."

"Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Yes."

Bumble Bee cut her eyes at the green eyed witch. "Are you gonna eat?"

"No." Marcy admitted.

"Marce!"

"Leave me alone! I feel nauseous! This baby is mean!"

Mari laughed. "The baby isn't mean!"

Marcy grumped.

"Let's just go upstairs." Bumble Bee soothed. "I'm sure we have wheat bread. We can make you toast."

Marcy perked up, loving toast.

They gathered their families and went upstairs, where Raven was just starting to do her morning meditation. The purple haired sorceress was surprised to see them so early.

"We'll be quiet." Bumble Bee promised.

"Some of us will be quiet." Marcy looked down at Rye.

The four year old pouted.

Mal put his big hand on her tiny head. "My baby can be quiet."

"I'm holding you responsible." Marcy told him. "If Raven gets disturbed, you're gonna get it."

He grumped.

"I could skip meditation." Raven didn't want him in trouble.

"We can't mess you up." Marcy denied. "It's very impolite."

"She's right." Mari jostled her daughter. "This will be a good time to teach them how to behave at someone else's home."

"If you're sure." Raven spoke slowly.

"We are. We're just going to eat toast in silence." Marcy assured her.

"No crêpes and omelettes?" Mally pouted.

Marcy smirked. "No, my bomboloni."

The six year old felt like crying.

"Marcy, make that baby food." Bumble Bee's heart broke.