Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 22)

Vic: It's ok little guy... *rubs Ozzy's head a little*

Marie: *places her hand on Ozzy's neck* No need to worry sweetie. We'll take care of you.

Ozzy: *nods again*

Vic: Have you eaten yet kiddo?

Ozzy: *shrugs a little then shakes his head*

Marie: *still has the apron on, her hair tied and her sleeves rolled* Well I'd better get cooking. *cracks her knuckles and darts into the kitchen*

Vic: *chuckles softly and picks Ozzy up* Once you have her cooking you'll wonder how you ever lived without it! *laughs softly*

Marie: *from the kitchen* I heard that. *gathers the ingredients and equipment* Any requests you two?

Vic: *chuckles* how is that a problem considering it was a compliment. *grins* surprise us.

Marie: *rolls her eyes and begins cutting up the meat and veg* -Hope Ozzy will be able to handle my cooking.-

Vic : *starts to get Ozzy ready for dinner by taking him to wash his hands *

Marie: *selects a couple of herbs and some spices for flavouring* -This is starting to look and smell good.- *taste test the soup* -Maybe a pinch of parsley.- *takes a tiny amount of the herb for the soup.*

Vic: *ties a bib onto Ozzy* How's it coming Marie? Need some help?

Marie: It's coming along Vic and you can set the table. *stirs the vegetables as they simmer*

Vic: *nods and sets the table, setting Ozzy down in a chair*

Marie: *picks up the pepper shaker, sprinkling a bit on the cooked meat* Just a few more minutes.

Ozzy: That smells good what is it?

Marie: An old family recipe.

Ozzy: I see.

Marie: *begins to sort the food into plates and bowls* Hopefully this'll be to your taste, Ozzy. *sets each item on the table*

Ozzy: It smells pretty good

Marie: *smiles* Thank you sweetie. *takes her seat, laying her napkin on her lap*

Ozzy: *starts to pull the bib off*

Marie: *glares sternly at him* Ozzy. . . *her voice sounding similar to Thrax*

Ozzy: But...

Marie: *puts her fingers to his lips* No buts. . *tightens the bib and double knots it* Now keep it on.

Ozzy: *pouts* I don't like bibs...

Marie: *smirks a Thrax-like smirk* Even after you recovered to full health you're still a messy eater.

Ozzy: *waits till she looks away and moves to take it off again*

Vic: *having some of his soup* I wouldn't do that young man...

Marie: *doesn't make eye contact but smirks* I'd listen to your grandfather, Ozzy. *takes a drink of water*

Ozzy: You guys wouldn't really spank me would you?

Marie: *takes a spoonful of soup* Only if you push it. *notices Ozzy hasn't even started his own*

Ozzy: *shifts a little in his seat and picks up his spoon*

Marie: *smirks finishing off her own, wiping her mouth with her napkin*

Vic: Eat your dinner Ozzy.

Marie: *chuckle lightly and begin starting on the second course* Hope the meal's alright, Vic. *takes a bite of veg*

Ozzy: *has a sip of the soup and tilts his head then has another bite*

Marie: *looks towards Ozzy with a raised brow* Something wrong, angel?

Ozzy: *shakes his head* No it's really good. *smiles softly and finishes his soup*

Marie: *smiles setting her cutlery on the empty plate, taking another napkin and wipes Ozzy slightly stained face*

Ozzy: er... thanks... *continues to eat his soup then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand when he finishes it*

Marie: *shakes her head chuckling as she licked the napkin slightly then wiped the rest of Ozzy's face*

Ozzy: Gah! why do all grandma's do that? *squirms*

Marie: Now hold still Ozzy. *smirks slightly as she turns to her husband*

Ozzy: *wiggles* Awww c'mon.... don't lick my face... ewww...

Marie: *laughs lightly* Alright I'm finished. *looks at Vic* Can you take Ozzy back into the living room while I clean this place up?

Ozzy: *pouting playfully* what about dessert.

Vic: *chuckles picking him up* I'll give you dessert... *rubs his head*

Marie: *giggles* You'll just have to wait a little longer. *walks over to the oven and takes out a tray of freshly baked cookies* Just until they've cooled. *sets the tray on the counter*

Ozzy: *smells them* Hey are those cookies? Any cookie dough left over?

Vic: you aren't eating raw cookie dough Osmosis.

Marie: *covers her mouth laughing* Besides it's all used up. *taps his nose* You'll just have to be patient, little one. *turns round to wash the dishes* Vic make sure you keep an eye on him til I'm finished.

Vic: Certainly love. *kisses her cheek and takes Ozzy into the living room.:

Marie: *purrs at him affectionately then continues with the dishes*

Vic: *hunts for a board game to play with Ozzy*

Marie: *hears Vic's searching* -Good luck trying to find any- *sniggers*

Vic: hmmm.....

Marie: *shakes her head slightly putting the last of the dishes away and walks into the living room*

Ozzy: *is talking with Vic about his job and whatnot*

Vic : Do you ever not get yelled at by him?

Ozzy: Not as long as I can remember... If he doesn't yell THEN I worry... *chuckles*

Marie: *sits on the couch next to them* What are you two talking about?

Ozzy: my boss

Marie: *chuckles, stroking Ozzy's cheek*

Vic: Apparently he yells a lot.

Marie: I can probably guess why. *smirks*

Ozzy: *shrugs a little* I'm used to it... it's not like I didn't get it at home all the time when I was a kid anyway.

Marie: *frowns, wrapping her arms round Ozzy pulling him into a hug* Poor baby. *kisses his cheek*

Ozzy: I’m ok. . really. *hugs*

Marie: *purrs softly, holding him close*

Ozzy: *softly* You purr like daddy only softer... *relaxes a little, Thrax's purr having always had a calming effect on him*

Marie: *smiles warmly as she strokes his cheek gently while continuing her purrs*

Ozzy: *hugs her*Grandma?

Marie: Yes, little one?

Ozzy: *softly* are the cookies cooled yet? ^_^

Marie: *laughs lightly* Let's go see. *lifts Ozzy into her arms, getting to her feet and walks to the kitchen*

Ozzy: Yeesh are all of your kind of virus like fifty times stronger than you look?

Marie: *nuzzles him* That and because you're a light weight, little one. *chuckles*

Ozzy: *chuckles* Am I? I dunno... *he's actually somewhat underweight, but not near as bad as when Thrax first began caring for him*

Marie: *laughs giving him a kiss on top of his head* Don't worry about it. *checks the heat of the plate* They should be ready now. *picks up a couple and gives them to Ozzy* Here you go, little one.

Ozzy: *takes one and eats it* Mmm...

Marie: *sets the plate on a tray with a teapot and cups* Is that tasty? *coos*

Ozzy: *has another* Mmhmm!

Marie: *chuckles as she balances the tray on her hand and Ozzy on her hip walking back into the living-room*

Vic: *yoinks a cookie* Mmm... warm and fresh

Marie: *rolls her eyes at her husband* You could have waited til I set the tray down. *sets it on the coffee table and sits back down on the couch cradling Ozzy*

Vic: With your cookies? You're kidding right? *chuckles as he yoinks another yummy cookie*

Marie: *sighs pouring herself some tea and takes a small bite out of a cookie*

Ozzy: *reaches for his third*

Marie: *swallows a piece* Ozzy don't you eat too much. *a hint of warning in her voice*

Ozzy: but they're really good. *nibbles the cookie*

Marie: *sips her tea* It's your own fault if you get sick. *takes another drink*

Ozzy: I won't. *nibbles on it some more*

Marie: *pours more tea* I'm laying off them for a while. I swear I'm getting fat.

Ozzy: You're kidding right? Why do women always think they're fat when they look perfectly fine...

Marie: I looked in the mirror before using the spray and my thighs looked huge. *takes a drink*

Ozzy: *sticks his tongue out*

Marie: *smirks* What a little Puck you are. *taps his nose*

Ozzy: Did you call him that too?

Marie: *nods rubbing Ozzy's side*

Ozzy: *smiles softly*

Marie: *gently strokes Ozzy under his chin with the back of her finger and looks at Vic smiling*

Vic: *smiles* He's a good boy.

Marie: *whispers to him* Most of the time. *smirks*

Vic: *chuckles* Well.. despite his behaviour earlier I think he's a good lad.

Marie: *nods gently rocking Ozzy*

Ozzy: *rests his head on her shoulder, finishing his cookie*

Vic: *chuckles, patting Ozzy's head and nibbling on his second*

Marie: *continues rocking Ozzy as she starts humming a lullaby*

Ozzy: *yawns* Hey it's not bedtime yet. *opens his eyes*

Vic: *chuckles* It's close enough

Marie: *gently laughs, running her finger over Ozzy's stomach*

Ozzy: *continues to cuddle, peering at the time it's about 15 minutes from bedtime*

Marie: *looks over at Vic giving him a wicked grin*

Vic : *chuckles * what's that look dear?

Marie: *smirks looking at Ozzy, moving her free hand in a tickle movement as she mouthed* Get it?

Vic: *grins and leans over, tickling the cell in the sides*

Ozzy: gah! *doubles over and laughs*

Marie: *joins in tickling Ozzy's stomach*

Ozzy: *squirms and wriggles* Hahaha! That tickles!

Marie: *grins* It's suppose to. *blows a raspberry into his stomach*

Ozzy: *lets out a squeal squirming from the tickling*

Marie: -This is so much fun.- *tummy kisses Ozzy*

Ozzy: *continues laughing and tries to tickle back*

Marie: Oh no you don't. *pins Ozzy to the couch and blows another raspberry*

Ozzy: *squeals again.

Vic: *moves over and helps to tickle his sides*

Marie: Enjoying this aren't ya little one? *tickles Ozzy round his rib-cage.*

Ozzy: *continues to laugh in answer, tears of mirth coming to his eyes*

Marie: *runs her hands down Ozzy sides softly, kissing his stomach again*

Ozzy: *doubles over, giggling... a very masculine giggle but still a giggle!*

Marie: *purrs softly as she leans on her elbow, stroking Ozzy torso*

Ozzy: *looks up at her*

Marie: You really are a lively one, little one. *kisses his forehead*

Ozzy: *smiles*

Marie: *looks towards the clock* And I think it's bed-time for you, little one. *sits up lifting Ozzy into her arms and gets to her feet*

Ozzy: Awww... I wanna stay up.

Marie: *taps his nose* Not a chance. *carries him to the bedroom*

Ozzy: Awwww....

Vic: *chuckles* Listen to your grandmother young man.

Marie: *lays Ozzy on the bed removing his jacket, shoes and pants* You need to sleep little one. *pulls the covers round his face kissing his cheek*

Ozzy: but I’m not tired.

Marie: *chuckles lightly sitting on the bed* Maybe not but still need your sleep. *begins humming a soft lullaby*

Ozzy: *sulks*

Marie: *smiles stroking his cheek still humming the tune*

Ozzy: *keeps his eyes open* Nuh uh... not goin' to sleep.

Marie: *lifts him into her arms rocking him gently as she starts singing* /And a song someone sings. Once upon a December./

Ozzy: *continues to keep his eyes open not wanting to sleep*

Marie: *lays his head on her shoulder, getting to her feet and starts pacing still sing the song*

Ozzy: *whines a little* But Grandma....

Marie: *gently nuzzles him, rubbing his back as she goes back to humming the song*

Ozzy: *yawns though tries to fight it*

Marie: *smirks slightly* -It's working.- *rocks Ozzy slowly but soothingly*

Ozzy: *continues to fight sleep* I don't wanna go to bed... don't wanna...

Marie: *smiles* We all need our sleep little one. *continues to rock Ozzy while she's pacing.*

Ozzy: But I don't gotta work tomorrow... C'moooooon.

Marie: *sighs* Ozzy it's getting late and Vic and I need to head home soon. *rubs his back gently*

Ozzy: But I don't wanna go to sleep...

Marie: *her voice begins to get a Thrax-like tone* Ozzy you can't stay up.

Ozzy: Why?

Marie: It isn't good for anyone to lose sleep. *looks towards him* And you have a long day tomorrow.

Ozzy: But I don't have work.

Marie: But you still need your sleep and I don't think your father is going to put up with you keeping him awake. *her voice gives a hint of warning*

Ozzy: he's not even home...

Marie: But he'll be home soon and he's going to be exhausted then. *her nerves reaching their point*

Ozzy: Then he can go to bed. I don't wanna go to sleep yet... c'mon I want to stay up till he gets home.

Marie: *grits her teeth* Osmosis there's no need for you to acted like such a spoilt brat.

Ozzy: I'm not a spoiled brat. And I'm not going to bed yet either.

Marie: *cocks a brow* Not a spoilt brat? Could have fooled me and the answer is still no.

Ozzy: Nuh uh!

Marie: *places her fingers over her eyes* Osmosis enough of your childish behaviour.

Ozzy: *blows a raspberry*

Marie: *takes a deep breath* Osmosis, do you wish to be punished?

Ozzy: No...

Marie: Then stop this behaviour now.

Ozzy: But I don't want to sleep.

Marie: *groans* You can't stay up all night you'll just keep your father awake.

Ozzy: I wanna stay up till he gets home.

Marie: *shakes her head* He could be working very late for all we know.

Ozzy I still wanna stay up

Marie: No a chance Osmosis. *swats his thigh*

Ozzy: ow! Hey!

Marie: Consider that a warning.

Ozzy: *rubs the side of his leg where he was swatted* Hmph...

Marie: *sighs frustrated* Osmosis your attitude wouldn't get you any where at the minute.

Ozzy: So I can stay up?

Marie: *glares at him* The answer is still no, young man.

Ozzy: Not going to bed.

Marie: *massages her forehead feeling a headache coming on* Osmosis your not making this easy on the both of us.

Ozzy: But I don't wanna go to bed.

Marie: That's enough Osmosis or do you want me to punish you like the spoilt brat you're behaving?

Ozzy: No! *stands up and moves to leave the room*

Marie: *gets to her feet and grabs his wrist* Where do you think you're going young man?

Ozzy: The living room... I don't wanna go to bed! *tries to pull away*

Vic: *hears the commotion and shakes his head*

Marie: *keeps a firm grip* Osmosis. Enough. *her voice becoming more strict*

Ozzy: no! *tries to yank away* No no no! *pulls*

Marie: *stands her ground holding Ozzy's wrist tight, her anger reaching it's breaking point*

Ozzy: *doesn't seem to notice in his temper tantrum, continuing to pull at his wrist, he tries but is unable to morph, something that happens to him when he knows darn well he's being naughty* No!

Marie: *grits her teeth tightening her grip* Osmosis this attitude is unacceptable. *she's feel as though one more push from the infantile cell would cause her to snap*

Ozzxy: Leggooooooooooooo! *pulls, trying to pry her hand off of his wrist*

Marie: *takes a deep breath but her eyes flash red* Okay you wish to act like this then you shall be punished like the child you are. *drags him over to the bed hauling him over her lap*

Ozzy: *eyes widen* nooo! No no don't spank me! *squirms*

Marie: *slips his pants and diaper off pulling them round his ankles* Spare the rod, spoil the child. *raises her hand bringing it down with a hard swat*

Ozzy: ouch! No I'll be good! *is tender still from the spanking early this evening though very little if any redness remains*

Marie: *delivers another blow* You deserve this Osmosis.

Ozzy: Owww no! No more! *reaches back and puts his hand in the way*

Marie: *grabs both his hands pinning them to his back and gives a few more whacks*

Ozzy: Owww. it hurts!

Marie: It's suppose to. *gives a few more to Ozzy's red ass*

Ozzy: Owww! *tears start to flow down his cheeks* owww.. I'm sorry... I’ll be good! *sniffles*

Marie: *wipes her brow slightly* Saying it isn't good enough. *delivers a couple more*

Ozzy: *whimpers, his legs kicking out* owww! I'm sorry! I'll be good! I promise I'll be good!

Marie: *sighs a little twisting her wrist to get the stiffs out* Now no more tantrums okay

Ozzy: *sobbing softly into her leg* N-no m-ma'am...

Marie: Good boy but your punishment isn't over yet. *stands him on his feet with his pants still round his ankles pointing to the corner of the room.* I think fifteen minutes should be enough.

Ozzy: *sniffles* no more. M'sorry.

Marie: *massages her stiff wrist* Sorry sweetheart, but you still have to learn not to behave like that.

Ozzy: *stands, rubbing his sore bottom and sniffling*

Marie: *points to the corner again* Fifteen minutes time-out then it's bedtime for you, alright.

Ozzy: *sniffles and nods, heading to the corner with his head down, rubbing his red backside*

Marie: *walks out of the bedroom to gather the stuff she needs* -He's much worse than Thrax when he was young.- *gives her wrist another twist*

Vic: Are you alright?

Marie: *looks towards Vic* Yeah, Ozzy just gave me a run for my money that's all. *massages her wrist gently*

Vic: Here, come here. *stands and walks to her, taking her wrist gently in his hands and massaging it for her*

Marie: *kisses him* Thanks. That's the first time that has ever happen to me in a long time.

Vic: *chuckles softly and kisses her back*

Marie: *slightly blushes* Just hope he'll learn his lesson. *heads into the kitchen*

Vic: Hopefully he will.

Ozzy: *meanwhile continues to sob softly in the corner*

Marie: *fixes Ozzy up warm formula gazing at the clock*

(15 minutes pass)

Marie: *heads back into the bedroom with the warm bottle grabbing Ozzy’s diaper bag going in* Alright Ozzy, times up.

Ozzy: *moves from the corner and goes right to her hugging her * I'm sorry Grammy... *sniffles*

Marie: *sets the stuff down and lifts him into her arms* Ssssshhhhh. . . It's okay sweetie, it's over now. *gently rocks him*

Ozzy: *nuzzles into her shoulder and sniffles softly, clinging to her*

Marie: *rubs his back gently before laying him on the bed* It's okay now baby. *removes Ozzy's jacket, pants and shoes throwing his old diaper in the trash can* Let's get you ready for bed.

Ozzy: *sniffles and nods, rubbing his eyes* Y-yes'm...

Marie: *slips a fresh diaper under him applying the lotion and powder to Ozzy's sore ass and fastens it tight* There you go. *lifts him into her arms and reaches for the formula*

Ozzy: *wraps his arms around her shoulders and sniffles, nuzzling into her chest*

Marie: *rubs his side with her free hand* It's alright now, baby. *slips the nipple into Ozzy's lips.*

Ozzy: *blushes a little but cuddles, sniffling* *softly* Grammy?

Marie: Hmmm?

Ozzy: *softly* Do you still think I’m a spoiled brat?:

Marie: *strokes his side* Technically no but you were behaving like one.

Ozzy: *softly* I'm sorry.

Marie: *smiles* I know baby. *places the bottle between his lips* C'mon now drink up.

Ozzy: *opens his mouth and drinks* *softly* But do you forgive me?

Marie: Of course, sweetie. *coos*

Ozzy: *cuddles her, finishing the bottle*

Marie: *sets the empty bottle on the bedside table, lifting Ozzy to her shoulder rubbing his back*

Ozzy: *cuddles into her shoulder and closes his eyes, clearly ready to obey and go to sleep* Think daddy will spank me again?

Marie: *shakes her head* No, not this time. You've been punished enough. *gently begins to rock him as she starts humming*

Ozzy: *nods and sniffles softly one more time as he cuddles into her chest*

Marie: *strokes his face softly beginning to pace while still rocking him and humming the lullaby*

Ozzy: *sniffs and cuddles, starting to drift off, humming softly with her*

Marie: *smiles softly laying Ozzy on the bed pull the covers up round him as she finishes the lullaby*

Ozzy: *sleepily* Grammy?

Marie: Yes sweetie?

Ozzy: *softly* Stay with me please?

Marie: *smiles sweetly* Of course sweetie. *brings her legs onto the bed, laying beside him with her eyes half closed*

Ozzy: *cuddles, sucking his thumb*

Marie: *smiles softly watching him as he sleeps peacefully*

Thrax: *comes home an hour later, silently cursing to himself*

Vic: *on the couch, a book in his lap and asleep*

Thrax: *gives him a gentle shake* Father wake up.

Vic: mm? *stirrs* murrr... Thrax? *stretches* oooh I must've fallen asleep... what time is it son?

Thrax: *glances at the clock* 11:20

Vic: *yawns* not too late then.. Mmm... *looks around the room* I think your mother may still be in with Ozzy

Thrax: *heads to the bedroom to see his mother curled up with Ozzy* -Now isn't that sweet?- *gives Marie a small nudge*

Marie: *stirs* Huh? What? *turns to see Thrax* Oh Thrax sorry I must have dozed off.

Thrax: *whispers* It’s alright. C’mon let’s head into the living room.

Marie: *nods, gently slipping away from Ozzy and fallows Thrax*

Vic: How was work, son?

Thrax: *cricks his neck* All I was able to was give instructions barely did any lifting or machine work. *growls*

Marie: *sits next to Vic* So basically your boss called you away for nothing?

Thrax: *nods, collapsing in the arm chair*

Vic: *rolls his eyes at the boss's stupidity* At least he seems to be trusting you to supervise... perhaps you'll be getting promoted?

Thrax: *shakes his head* I'm happy with the position I have and it puts food on the table and a roof over our heads.

Vic: *nods*You're likely ready for bed now aren't you?

Thrax: *nods* Yeah I'm exhausted. *massages his eyes* I hope Ozzy behaved himself for you.

Marie: We had a bit of trouble early but he learned his lesson.

Thrax: *chuckles* I see.

Vic: He did not want to go to bed on time. *chuckles* but a warm bottom changed his mind.

Thrax:*laughs lightly* He gets like that sometimes. Thank you both for taking care of him on such short notice.

Marie: *waves her hand* Anything for our family.

Vic: It's not a problem Thrax. *pats his shoulder* you've had a hard night... why don't you go on and get some rest?

Thrax: *nods*

Marie: And I think we should head home, Vic. *nudges him*

Vic: *nods* Yes. Here's our number. *hands him a piece of paper* Call us if you need us

Thrax: *takes the slip* I will. Well goodnight.

Marie: Goodnight Thrax. *drags Vic out of the house*

Vic: *heads out with her* now now no need to pull.

Thrax: *chuckles* Suppose I'd better head to bed myself. *goes to the bedroom, removing his clothes then slips in beside Ozzy as he wraps his arms round him.*

Ozzy: *snuggles up to him in his sleep, sucking his thumb*

Thrax: *smiles softly, gently kissing Ozzy's forehead as he whispers* Goodnight, my baby. *drifts off to a peaceful slumber*

Ozzy: *cuddles in his sleep, sleeping the full night through