So Far, So Dysfunctional

Athena amazed Kendall, because the two of them knew very well that the norm for a pureblood woman was to sit at home, be dreadful to the house elves, complain about the children and astay reluctant to give them any sort of affection, nag at the husband about how pointless his existence was, and to absolutely refuse to work. Athena refused to do any of that, though she did not mind speaking about how useless Kendall could be at times. But still.

Then again, Athena was not the norm for pureblood women. And that was why he loved her so dearly.

She began to go through the mail, picking the letters apart and sorting them between the family. She flung the rest of them to him and he picked apart the letters that were from no one, from wizarding entrepreneurs and business men- those had to be burned, for fear his children would use their allowance to become involved in some sort of pyramid scheme.

Speaking of pyramids..

Athena had griped and groaned when she realized she would be missing the expedition to Egypt, but Kendall did not bother to hide his happiness at keeping her home- she went away on these adventures and he always wondered what would happen if something went wrong. She visited dangerous locations, and a lot of who worked with her were bumbling fools..

"You wanted kids, I complain about them daily," he reminded, winking at Gussy who grinned, though Lia's face immediately became thundrous, taking personal offence. Athena was quick on the uptake, taking care of Lia before she broke something. Kendall took another drink of coffee as he opened a letter from the Ministry, reading another boring memo about regulations and blah blah blah. He had kids on the way, protocol bored him.

Wizarding tombs, in Athena’s opinion, were more exciting than Muggle ones. Somewhere along the line, the myth of cursed mummies had been mixed up as it circulated. There were no cursed mummies or cursed anything in Muggle tombs but there were plenty of them in Wizarding ones. That was why Athena loved it so much. Not only did she love rooting through thousands of years worth of dust to find the trinkets those sodding grave robbers missed but she also loved searching through the place for nothing at all, simply taking in the hieroglyphics on the walls. It irked Athena more often than not to find that those sneaky bastards had gotten in there before her. Sure, grave robbing was technically her job profession but she was somewhat tactful about it. Actually no....no, she was just as bad. Still! They had no right to go in there and desecrate some poor guy’s grave without her say-so - even if she was born 2,000 years later. That was irrelevant - under no circumstances could anyone enter a tomb without Athena giving the go-ahead.

She was, understandably, a force to be reckoned with when it came down to it, especially when it concerned her treasures.

“It’s not as if you were complaining at the time!” Athena retorted, looking pointedly at her husband. Athena shook her head and put her hands on her stomach. She tsked and rubbed her hand across it. “Did you hear that, babies? Now you’ve got to give him extra hell. I’ll go and re-visit those ruins in Bolivia especially so you and daddy can have special bonding time together.” Athena lifted her head and smirked at Kendall before picking up her teacup again. “Do you think corruption works the same way as Mozart? Then again...whoever said that that makes babies smarter is a lie. I mean, look at Gussy. What was it I was listening to? It certainly wasn’t Mozart and he’s turned out...okay-ish.” Athena leaned over and kissed her son on the cheek. “You are my perfect boy,” she whispered into his ear, “so ignore your father. There is nothing between his ears but air - remember, you got my brain.”

Gussy gave a nod and Athena laughed. Ophelia’s face screwed up again and Athena threw a strawberry at the child. They’d been lucky Gussy was as calm and as sweet. Ophelia was a horror but Athena did adore her. Athena loved her to bits but there were times where Athena really doubted that, had it not been Kendall dealing with her, she’d still have been fully intact. Ophelia just needed to know how to play it, how to exploit certain situations and know how to let sleeping dogs lie. She’d be good at it once she got older but she was young and spoilt out of her mind so it was understandable really.

Athena’s hands returned to the bump and she began to idly rap her fingers against it. At prompt, the babies thudded back against her fingers and they did not disappoint her now. Athena looked down and smiled, spreading her hand across to feel the force. They were strong, all of them - almost too strong. She was sure, as sod’s law would have it, that the smallest had the hardest of kicks. He preferred shooting his or her hand out instead of a random foot. It was as if the child was aware of what limbs to use already, to communicate and too make his little voice heard.

Athena gave an involuntary yawn and rolled her shoulders back as fatigue began to set in. Athena curled her wrists and hugged her teacup to her chest, bringing her chin down to rest on the rim. She closed her eyes for a few moments and reopened them as another yawn passed her lips. The next kick to her stomach was a ‘firm’ reminder. Athena smiled a little and rubbed the spot where triplet two, she was guessing, decided to get the point across. Breakfast was no longer the choice of the day. Apparently now, a little nap was in order. Athena leaned over and rested her head on Kendall’s shoulder, her eyes flicking over the parchment in his hands. She found nothing worth reading out of it though and closed her eyes once more.

“If Pricilla comes over...” Athena mumbled sleepily. “Tell her...I’ve gone on an expedition of sorts...to...dreamland. Then tell her to go forth and multiply in the nicest possible way.” Athena told him, and with that, she was out like a light. How typical.