Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Mother Goose Pt. 4

The Walker children never ceased to amaze me before and after discovering their abilities. Julie's quick wit and mature attitude, mixed with Thomas' wild imagination and eccentric mind, made every day more interesting than the others. Once Kit learned he could trust me to keep silent about their extraterrestrial powers, homeschooling was his next decision. His children were more than half-alien people. They were his bundles of joy, and like any respectable father, he did not want to lose them to the government to be experimented on. Keeping their talents undiscovered and a secret from the rest of the world would be much easier if they learned at home.

The thought of learning at home had never crossed the children's minds, but they weren't the only ones experiencing something new. Becoming a nanny while also being a teacher would not be simple. As a nanny, being a caretaker would be my central priority, but as a teacher, embracing my assertiveness would have to play a significant part because those two could not run over me. Both children could study a person like a book and use it for personal gain, especially Julia.

"Alright, so if the dog goes bark, and the cat goes meow, what sound does the cow make?" I pointed to a card. We sat in the middle of the living room floor with flashcards as our first class resumed its session. Their intelligence shone through, as the two children hadn't encountered challenges with any topic. If the government didn't use them for their powers, they'd need them for their wits. "Julia? Do you have any clue?"

"The cow goes moo. The pig goes oink. Chickens say cluck, cluck." Julia sighed, rolling her eyes as she looked away from the cards. The five-year-old would've been more intrigued watching grass grow than learning with these babyish tactics. Learning such basics, such as how to spell her name or how to tell time, bored her, as she was a quick learner who could comprehend everything quicker than your average teenager. Her extraterrestrial gene advanced her understanding and critical thinking. It also made her a smart mouth. "Julia goes, this is boring."

"Lion goes roar! Miss Y/n did you know we can still get killed by a lion even though we have thumbs and they don't? They can't even open doors or build stuff as I can." Thomas exclaimed, standing up and pretending to be the big cat. He was having the time of his life learning all of these topics, but it wasn't because he was learning something new, but because he liked the pictures on the cards. Thomas shared a higher intellect with his sister, but his creativity and motor skills were more prominent when compared to her wisdom. His imagination and ability to think outside the box were impressive as he created new concepts and attempted to construct them using his father's tools, even impressing his sister with his concepts and ideas. "But they're still the toughest animal in the kingdom, isn't that cool? I want to be a lion."

"If it makes you feel any better our dad is a lion. He's tough and cool, so technically you're a cub who'll grow up to be one when we're older." she encouraged him. The bond the both of them shared always made me smile. Like normal siblings, they had their ups and downs, but in the end, they always wanted to boost each other's spirits. However, Julia's form of encouragement typically followed with another glimpse of her unusual perspective and harsh reality. "Plus, our old teacher had a book that said male lions typically have more than one lioness in their pride and have multiple wives too. Their wives don't stay alive for long either sometimes."

"Alright, we're having lunch early. You two go and play while I fix it." I announced, ushering for them to spread out. The child's remark was more than enough reason to put our lesson on pause. Kit told me that the kids had handled both of their mothers' deaths pretty well, but it was too well as Julia would mention the tragedy on any occasion. Her candid comments consistently reminded me of a Southern church elder, who'd smiled in your face after informing the pastor of your business.

The three of us stood from the floor but as Julia ran to get her teddy bear, Thomas followed me into the kitchen. The growing boy loved to stuff his face, but food had been prepared.