Four Freedoms Plaza, New York City, New York
Johnny Storm lurched into the kitchen at the crack of 10. He hit the radio as he slouched past Sue and Jen to get some food. A rock song came on the radio that no one was really listening too.
“Are you sure Bruce or the Avengers aren’t going to miss you while covering for me?” Sue asked for the umpteenth time.
“Sue,” Jen smiled, “Relax, stress isn’t good for the baby! You said the ultra sound showed a girl, what are you going to name her?”
“Reed and I are thinking Valeria,” Sue held her belly throw the old Empire State Sweatshirt, “How does Valeria Meghan Richards sound to you?”
Jen smiled, she shifted in her seat. She didn’t remember putting on a boned leather corset this morning, but slouching in it was not a good idea. Her mini skirt was sticking to the seat as she moved. Leather on leather, she thought to herself. Jen was sure the Sue had been wearing a sweatshirt, but now her bosom was held in the leather cups of a black leather and lace baby doll. Jen shock it off.
“Alice has caught family fever too!” Sue cooed with demonic glee, “She wants to collar Ben!”
“Never going to happen,” Jen smirked as she took another sip of her coffee, “Ben is your little puppy.”
“Speaking of family fever,” Sue smiled, “How is it working with Bruce and Betty now that they both are Gamma-born-again?”
“It’s a coin toss,” Jen giggled, “Big green is to childish to see the Red lady as anything but a school yard crush, the grey guy on the other hand. They leveled a small mountain range going at it last month!”
“At least he isn’t racist,” Sue said as she took another sip of her coffee.
Jen took another sip of her Jin and tonic.
“So how has Mistress Malice been handling pregnancy?” Jen smirked
“It’s only Mistress Malice upstairs and when Franklin isn’t around,” Sue played with a spike on her choker, “Ben and Reed don’t mind hitting my back door for the time being.”
Both Jen and Sue turned and stared at Johnny as he put his bowl of strawberry marshmallow cereal in chocolate milk on the table.
“Did anyone give you permission to eat at the table?” Sue snapped.
“No Mistress,” Johnny took the bowl and put it on the floor.
Both women admired him in his blue rubber surf suit with butt crack zipper and detachable cod piece.
“Johnny,” Sue cooed, “If you are a real good boy, Mistress will let Miss Jen play with you tonight. Would you like that?”
“Please Mistress!” Johnny begged.
“Well only as long as I have the blessing of Mistress Malice,” Jen said with a wicked smile.