Bonus: the rock identified as a turtle

                                        

                                              
Jill - many many years later
                              
"Oh my God, look at her. She's studying... Do you think we need to go to the doctor?" I asked, genuinly concerned about the little girl hunched over her books at the poor age of eleven.
                              
When I was eleven, I didn't even know what studying was. I had fun instead. Hung out with my friends, had my first joint, kissed for the first time. Hmm, maybe it's a good thing she's not doing that.
                              
Or she's tricking us. That must be it! She wants us to believe she's a little angel but secretly she has an interesting double life. That would be more Jill-like.
                              
"Jill, studying at a young age doesn't mean something's wrong with you," Chase said while rolling his eyes at my exaggerated statement.
                              
"I get it now! This is your fault," I gasped. "These are definitely your genes. Your genes ruined our kid!" I slapped Chase's arm.
                              
Chase shoved me lightly as a reply. His lips curled into a smile.
                              
"I'm pretty sure the other one has more of Code's genes..." Chase told me.
                              
I shuddered visibly. I definitely decided to reproduce with the wrong family. Although Elliott was still very young, he was a weird kid.
                              
Very entertaining at times but when Chase and I saw Code interact with him, we shared a knowing look followed by masked panic. They got along on a level that no other human on this earth could possibly understand.
                              
"You know I can hear you guys, right?" Ava said without diverting her eyes from her books. I did sense some sass in that statement. What she actually meant: shut the fuck up.
                              
"I'm sorry, Bucket, your mom was talking nonsense again," Chase said with a grin.
                              
We called Ava Bucket. Why, you ask? Because I wanted to call her Fuckbucket but Chase wouldn't allow me to do so. I get it now but my hormones figured it was such a lovely name because I love that word. And I loved my kid. See, logical!
                              
One night, when Ava was a few months old, it was Chase's turn to look what our crying Gremlin needed, I thought I heard Chase say bucket through the baby monitor.
                              
He denied it.
                              
He still denies it.
                              
But the name stuck. We try not to call her Bucket outside of the house because people would definitely give us weird stares. I don't mind, but I get a little momma bear when they do it to my children.
                              
We have to at least pretend we're a normal family to the outside world.
                              
"Maybe she needs to go see a doctor then," Ava retorted.
                              
"Aww a grumpy answer, I knew my genes were in there somewhere," I went over to her and hugged her head. She clawed at my arms in order to release her so I obliged.
                              
"And I'm not studying, I'm doing my homework because uncle Code is coming over," she continued to explain.
                              
"Code is coming over? How do you know?" Chase asked. 
                              
"He texted me," Ava answered. Can you believe kids get phones when they're eleven? It shocked me and then I felt old so I caved in. That way it would seem as if I was the cool, modern mom. When I talked to the other parents in Ava's class, I realised they all shared the same opinion.
                              
"He texted you?" I asked incredulously. Code doesn't like to text. Never has, never will. Good thing he made an exception for his goddaughter.
                              
"Can you guys stop repeating everything I'm saying?" Ava sighed.
                              
"Can you guys stop repeating everything I'm saying?" Elliott echoed. I high fived him.
                              
"What are you and Code doing?" I asked curiously.