Tiny Dancer

The Disastrous Family Dinner

"Babe, is that you,"I heard Diego call as I walked through the door.

"It's me Dee," I said as Grace and I entered the kitchen. Benji was asleep in his cradle and Diego was buttoning up his shirt. Instantly, Grace ran to him and leaped into his arms where he showered her face with kisses and only stopped to place a peck on my lips,"I better go change, send me a holler when Dorothy arrives."

I was buckling up my shoes when there was a knock on the door, Dorothy's loud laugh could be heard all throughout the house.

"Damn foxy, where are you going looking like that? Are you going dancing?"

I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head,"Just a light supper Dorothy."

She sent me a playful pout before she sighed dramatically before saying,"well I better check on the tykes. Benji's sleeping, right?"

Diego nodded his head before I grabbed my keys signaling him to start heading out the last thing I saw before I walked out the door was Dorothy mouthing 'get some girl', leading to me rolling my eyes.

We drove to the building stated in the invitation, and entered the building to see Five in the elevator as the doors slowly closed.

"Wait up," I called out with a hand out, preventing from the doors closing.

Diego and I made our way into the elevator as I pressed a motherly kiss on the side of Five's forehead, only for him to act like an embarrassed child whining and rubbing the place were I placed the kiss. Soon after, the rest of our siblings walked in, Klaus in a pair of sunglasses as he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Good, we're all here,"Five says in a sarcastic tone.

We made our way up silently, when a horrid smell filled the elevator, causing me to gag and clamp a hand over my nose and mouth.

"Luther!"Klaus groaned out, digging his face into my shoulder.

"Sorry I'm nervous,"Luther justified over our groans of disgust.

"Can it, Farty McFly," I snapped as I pushed my way out of the elevator.

I looked around the Tiki setting and found a bar, that Klaus was starting to head over to,"get me a Spumante Molto Rosso!"

He just sent me a thumbs up as he started chatting with the bar tender.

"All right,"Five said drawing out attention to him,"when Dad gets here, I'll do the talking, okay?"

"Got a few questions for him myself,"Diego protested.

"Hey, we don't wanna scare him off. He might be able to help us stop doomsday, get us home."

"No, we need to figure out why he's planning to kill the president!"

"Give it a rest Deigo," I protested,"we've already messed up the timeline, we don't need to mess history up even more."

"maybe we should take turns talking,"Vanya piped up," yeah? Here, whoever has got this conch shell gets to talk."

"Vanya, this isn't Lord of The Flies, we all know that shit doesn't work,"I snapped, feeling myself enter my angry mother mood.

"Maybe I should lead,"Allison chimed in, taking the shell from Vanya,"we all know I a better public speaker than the rest."

"Okay daddy's girl."

"Jealous, number two?"

"Hey, no more numbers. No more bullshit. We're team zero,"Diego said.

We all just started at him until Luther spoke up," Um Diego, you don't have the shell."