Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4199666-20140113100323

'''A/N: That is all. Also a lot of people seem to like using this method of self-rping so I don't know if we should introduce it as one way of self-rping. Anyways, this is how I'm used to including Max in storylines and Ronnie doesn't have a WB so this is easier.'''

“Canada,” she announced, her hands tracing over the pages upon pages scattered across the dining table. Their fourteen month old was in a trance, watching Dora in the other room. Initially they had decided to keep her entertained by other means, but after she managed to pick up the word ‘salto’ from one episode, Rachelle had decided it would be a good way to share her culture with the young one. Max was well and truly exhausted by this point, and he let out a resigned “What about Canada?” Rachelle smiled. “We’ll all go to Canada. You’ve been to Florida and Italy and Mexico and Spain, but I’ve never been to Canada.” Max chuckled a little. “My grandparents are Canadian, not me.”

Rachelle insisted anyway. She had always dreamt of travelling the world, a long time before she met Max or had Ronnie. Now she was underway with Baby Number Two, and she knew it would be a while until they could even consider travelling as a family. So, on a whim they decided they would take a trip. Max’s singing career had left them well off, financially, but all of that seemed to get boring after a while. Not leaving the house and devoting all of their time to little Ronnie, a girl who couldn’t seem to think of a better word than “No” to any request. Max had many a time considered joking that she took after her mother, but was smarter than to upset his pregnant wife.

It took about half an hour of trying to convince each other, and also themselves, before they even considered telling Ronnie, whose answer was predictably “No.” It took massive amounts of patience for Rachelle to put up with her daughter’s constant attitude. Rachelle remembered all the times she had called her a little angel and looked back on them with envy, praying this stubbornness was just a phase she was going through. Max, on the other hand, devoted his life to making sure both of his girls would be happy, and he would never admit how much of a toll it had on him.

The two of them had learned to ignore the word, seeing as it often didn’t mean what it was supposed to, and instead was just a means of their toddler testing how much she can control. Instead, they started packing, and by that afternoon they had packed everything they could imagine they’d need. For some reason, they’d never been big on planning. The two of them just spontaneously did things and let everything solve itself around them. At least now they would need to book flights and accommodation, which left a few days of wearing whatever hadn’t been packed to brave the Canadian winter.

Naturally, Ronnie managed to dirty every outfit of hers, twice, and they had to delve into her packed clothes, until they had almost exhausted every outfit by the end of the week. They only had to hold out for eight days, but even that was too long to wait. Max couldn’t help but laugh as he washed the third load of baby clothes that day. Ronnie had wandered into the laundry, and he rocketed her up until she was sitting on top of the washing machine while he loaded it full. She took one look at the dirty onesies and said with a cheeky grin, “Ew.” Max smiled, despite it all.

“Soon your baby brother is going to be making a huge mess just like you do.” Ronnie cocked her head to the side, contemplating this. It was as if something had clicked about the daunting little brother she had been warned about. He was going to be just like her. He wasn’t going to be a grown-up who made her go to bed or eat her vegetables. He was going to be messy and playful and stubborn, just like her. She clapped her hands together, for what seemed like the first time in eternity, and Max breathed a heavy sigh of relief. If only she would do the same for mommy.  