The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 24

Tolkien opened the door and was startled by cheering. "Daddy!" A shrill voice called. A little girl wrapped around his leg and squeezed. "Hey, baby. I'm home."
He patted her back and looked up. "Why are you home so late?" Nichole asked. Tolkien lifted from his leaning and set his bag on the island.
Tolkien looked Nichole in the eyes. "They kicked me out." "What?" She asked. "Sophia, go up and play. You can come out in a second, okay?" "Okay!" Sophia ran up the stairs and slammed her door behind her.
"Now, what?" Nichole asked. "Victor kicked me out." "But you're The Black Mamba." "I know. But I didn't propose it. He did. He just made me The Black Mamba." Nichole leaned against the sink, soaking all of her husbands words in.
"Well. You'll hate me for saying this, but I'm glad." Nichole looked up at him. Tolkien lowered his eyebrows and met with her eyes. "You're glad? That was my passion!" He roared. "Killing people?!" Nichole leaned in over the island and quietly screamed. "That's not all I do." "Well you do it too much. You shouldn't do it at all."
Nichole leaned back against the sink and crossed her arms. The two sat in silence for a while. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I found a job I might get." Tolkien looked up at her.
"I didn't tell you I was looking because it was supposed to be a surprise. I wasn't going to do it for money, I'd be doing it out of passion. But I guess I'll have to do it for both now." Nichole continued.
"What?" Tolkien asked. "Teaching. There was a position open for a first grade teacher, and I applied. I mean, I didn't get my master's degree for nothing." Nichole smiled. Tolkien smiled back at her.
"So you're not mad?" She asked. Tolkien got up from his stool. "Why would I ever be mad? You love doing it. So nothing should get in the way of that." Tolkien hugged Nichole.
What he had said rang a familiar bell in her head. She couldn't tell if it was genuine or a stab at being kicked out of his club. "I love you, baby." Tolkien said. Nichole sighed. "I love you too."
The two unlocked and Tolkien went to change. "You can come back down, Sophie! Show daddy what you made for him!"

"Clyde Donovan?" A man said looking down at his clipboard, door handle peaked in hand. "Yes?" "She would like to see you now." Clyde got up from his chair and turned the corner. He slowly creaked open the door, and was met with Tolkien and Nichole. Nichole laid in her bed, quietly comforting her baby. Clyde smiled. He looked over at Tolkien, and he nodded backward. Clyde picked his signal and walked forward.
"I guess you'd like to know her name now, huh?" Tolkien whispered. "Wait, you'll tell me? I thought you wouldn't tell anyone until her 'welcome home party'!" He loudly whispered. "Well, you're here aren't you?" Tolkien muttered. Clyde smiled wide. He looked behind himself and looked down at the baby. He looked back up at Tolkien, even more eager than before.
"Sophia." Clyde's heart melted. He put his hand to his mouth as he looked back down at Sophia. "That is so sweet.." He whispered. Tolkien put his hand on Clyde's shoulder. Nichole looked up at Tolkien and nodded. Tolkien nodded back.
"Clyde. There's something I want to tell you." Clyde turned. "Yeah?" Tolkien's grip on Clyde's shoulder tightened.
"We want you to be the godfather ." Clyde froze. The two waited for a response, but nothing came out.
Clyde finally looked over at Tolkien. "Nuh-uh." He said. Tolkien chuckled. "Yes, Clyde." Clyde's face lit up like a thousand suns, and he quickly looked back over at Nichole.
She smiled and held Sophia out. Clyde held his hands and grabbed Sophia, and held her close to his chest. Tolkien placed his hand back on his shoulder. Clyde sniffled as he looked at Sophia, his eyes filled with love.
"Congratulations, buddy." Tolkien said. Clyde held her tighter and he began to cry. Tolkien laughed, and so did Nichole. "He's always been a crier." He assured her. Clyde silently sobbed as he held his godchild in his arms, and smiled so wide, his ears moved.
"Okay, Clyde you're getting the baby all wet." Tolkien chortled. Clyde quickly gave Tolkien the baby and wiped his face. "Oh-, I'm so sorry.." He sniffled.