Chapter Four: Another Loss

Generation Two: Percival Thiago


Chapter Four: Another Loss


Percy soon realized that being abandoned by her mother had affected Fanchon more than he’d thought it would. She refused to use the potty, no matter what Percy tried.


She would pitch quite a fit every time they tried, but Percy was desperate. He wanted her to be out of diapers by three so she could go to preschool.


Ian did his part by reading books about potty training to Fanchon while Percy was at work.
“No potty!” Fanchon said.
“By Fanchon, everybody poops,” Ian told her, quoting the title of the book.
“No potty!” She repeated.
“What if Grampy gives you a sticker when you use the potty like a big girl?”
“No stick, no potty, not me!”
Ian was happy to try, but in the end of the day, what he liked about being the grandpa was that he didn’t have to push it.


Judith was making some progress in her green initiative laws, and an immigration law she was pushing finally got through the senate. But the stress didn’t go down. Her proposed budget was being completely ignored, and she was hyper-aware of all spending. She only used the limo when meeting with other important political figures.


Ian was still working on getting Fanchon warmed up to using the potty, although it seemed like Domingo was much more attentive than she was. It was hard to get a two year old to sit still for any length of time.


Ian got the call. Judith’s chief of staff was on the other end. She’d had a massive heart attack. Dead on arrival. He could come and see her before the coroner did an autopsy.
At first Ian couldn’t even hang up the phone. He stood there, frozen in time.
“Dad,” Percy said, concerned. “What is it?”
Ian didn’t move.
“It’s mom,” Ian whispered, and then dropped the phone. Percy rushed to pick it up.
The chief of staff reiterated what she had told Ian, clearly in tears. Percy snapped into action.
“Dad, get the diaper bag, and put the kids in the car. We’ll drop them off at Jan’s on the way to the hospital. I’ll call her right now.”


It wasn’t until after they had gone to see Judith one last time, after they got back home, and after he made sure Ian was in bed that Percy let himself break down. He’d seen her that morning. She was fine. How could she be gone?


Domingo knew something was wrong. As Ian laid in bed, trying to process what had happened, Domingo stayed by his side, trying his best to comfort his friend.


The coroner report found no toxins. The attack was likely caused by stress. Ian and Percy buried Judith in the backyard, as she would have wanted.
“Joe said he’s going to fight like hell to get all of your proposals through,” Ian said. Joe was Judith’s VP, who was now the president. “I thought you might like to know. Fanchon’s asking about you. I don’t know what to tell her. I miss you so much,” He sniffed back tears. “I love you, Judith.”


As difficult as it was, Percy and Ian had to try and keep their routine as best they could, for the girls’ sake.


Greer was still behind developmentally. Despite that, though, she seemed to be a very intuitive little girl, and was taking it easy on Grandpa when he took a bit longer than usual with her bottle and her diaper.


Fanchon, too, was being a very easy kid. Finally she went on the potty!


“You did it!” Percy cheered, tossing her in the air. “You’re such a big girl!”
“Yeah,” Fanchon agreed, and giggled adorably.


Greer, not to be outdone, chose the next day to begin crawling. Her hair was also starting to grow in, jet black like everyone else in the family. Ian swore she looked like Judith.


“You’re a good boy,” Ian told Domingo. The dog had been a wonderful emotional companion during the most difficult period in Ian’s life. Healing would be a long process, and Ian would never get over the loss of his wife, especially not as she was so young, but he knew that between his granddaughters, son, and dog that he would never be alone.


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