#wygig: real housewives

[ladysomething]

I know the update came like...three days ago, and by now I've learnt the two-week-long patience anyways, but somehow - and blaming it on the winter break - I feel so plot-starved right now. Like...I miss the wygig verse in my life, and I'm wondering if it's partially subconsciously because of how we've...urm...always been kept SOOOO on our toes that being eased into action now just feels...unsettling? I dunno, brains are weird.

Anyways, love ya! excited for snippet Wednesday (obviously)

winter break is making our minds crazy. so the Tuesday update means a whole extra day of waiting.

and also, the second half of a story is always a bit weird, because everything has to come together, which someone means there are more 'down' moments because there has to be processing time, scheming time, romance time. we're not just constantly building up and up, we're actually cutting things out. certainly makes for a very different experience to the first half!

but, look. I just mentioned it before, but I've been compelled to start a teeny tiny spin off about aleksy/Sophie and kelly/jean-luc, in which max and Charles come to visit and surprise surprise, all three omegas are pregnant and in the same house. real housewives vibe. it's ridiculous and funny and not at all the vibe of the main wygig but you know what. who cares.

maybe I'll manage it finish it over winter break and we'll get some extra content!

Sophie is nervous. 

“I still think you should have told him,” Kelly grumbles from the lounge. 

She’s laying on her back, hands cradled over swollen stomach, a pedestal fan blowing directly onto her sweaty face. Her feet are resting in Jean-Luc’s lap, where he’s dutifully massaging her ankles and feet. 

Sophie doesn’t agree with Kelly’s assessment. She knows her son, and he’s going to freak out no matter how she tells him; she’d rather tell him in person, for her happiness. It’s only right that big news gets told in person. 

And she wants to see his face. She has a feeling that it’s going to be hilarious, and torturing her only son is one of her favourite pastimes. It’s lonely and boring up in the mountains, so she has to find her entertainment where she can. 

“He’ll cope,” Sophie dismisses. 

“Is he going to murder me?” Aleksy asks nervously. He’s been pacing for what feels like hours, stopping only to poke at the fruit bowl he’d cut up this morning to make sure the fruit is still nice. 

Sophie keeps telling him to calm down, and that the fruit will be fine, but he keeps hovering and pacing and poking and prodding. 

“Probably,” Kelly says, at the same time Sophie tries to reassure him by saying, “No, darling, of course not.”

Kelly laughs. Sophie glares at her, even though she probably can’t see over the back of the lounge. 

Aleksy groans, head dropping into his palms. “Oh my God. He’s literally going to murder me.” 

“He hasn’t murdered me,” Jean-Luc adds helpfully. Sophie has always liked him. 

“The difference is, I’m not his mother,” Kelly says. “Hope that helps.” 

His wife, on the other hand, is a traitor and a betrayer. 

Aleksy groans again. “I can’t believe I knocked up my boss’s mother.”