Chapter 6.10
Chapter 6.10 We love cake
Somehow, despite getting older, Cointreau and Jeffery were still very much in love.
His doctor’s outfit was partly to thank for this.
Their children were also growing up well. Twix had inherited his mum’s smarts and enjoyed studying muchly.
He also started to dabble with the chemistry set, which had been passed down in the family since Generation 2.
The little prodigy was also a dab hand at chess, quite often playing against sad, lonely men online who still lived in their mother’s basements and / or attics.
At some point, Hershey had grown up into a not too shabby looking child. He was definitely more adorable as a toddler, however. Like all the other children, he had inherited the trademark Mika honker.
Being eccentric, he quickly hi-jacked the workbench that his Great-Aunt Amaretto had once used, and started to create random inventions, most of which turned out to be boring lumps of metal with no real purpose.
During breakfast time, Aero and Bounty started to chat about who would be picked to front Generation 7 since the main chapters for this generation were drawing to an end.
Bounty was hopeful that she would be chosen to front the next generation since she was the only girl of the current generation. How her logic even worked, no one knew.
‘You’ll pick me, right?’ Bounty asked one day, when her siblings were in the other room singing karaoke.
Cointreau came back with her response instantly.
‘With a mug like that, you’d be so lucky. I don’t understand how your father and I managed to produce your face with our genetics.’ 
Naturally, this severely crippled Bounty’s self-esteem.
Sometime later, Cointreau decided to prove she still possessed her friendly trait by throwing a swanky party for Twix’s transition into teenhood. Obviously, this was just another excuse to stuff her face with cake. Lots of cake.
‘Are you just going to stand there?’ Aero asked his brother, impatient for his slice of cake.
‘I’d suggest you better get off your arse and start cheering if you want your bloody cake.’ Twix said, and quite rightly so.
‘Err, yeah! Woo! Happy birthday, Twix!’
Much to their surprise, Twix turned into quite a dishy young man. This, no doubt, would help him win votes to become heir of the next generation.
Cointreau did not approve of this, primarily because Twix was blonde, and she did not want her ascendants to possess the same hair colour as him, for some reason, she was worried no-one would take the Bailey family name seriously anymore if they possessed inferior genetics.
Ricky suggested Cointreau should just change her name to Hitler and get things over and done with.
Dictator references aside, this chapter will end on a picture of Yorkie playing with what appears to be a hotdog (that or Cointreau should really keep her “secret” bedroom drawer locked shut).
I actually really like Bounty’s unique genetics.