Evening had came as McKenzie stretched out in the living room talking on the phone with Sean again. Greg listened intently knowing this boy was trying to be more than friends with his daughter. He knew he was a little now and needed to tread lightly but this was still his little girl. While McKenize had said he came over to the house before and met him. Greg couldn’t recall that happening.
“Stooop” Mckenzie said laughing before glancing down at her father. She liked knowing where he was at all times. While she would have felt safer with him in the habitat she knew it wouldn’t be fair to keep him couped up like that so she asked if he wanted to come down with her. Evening had settled softly over the house, the fading sunlight casting a warm, golden hue through the living room windows. McKenzie stretched out comfortably on the oversized sofa, her legs curled beneath her as she chatted animatedly on the phone. The soft glow from a nearby lamp illuminated her face, highlighting the gentle curves of her smile as she laughed at something said on the other end of the line.
“Stop it!” she giggled, her eyes flickering with amusement. She glanced down briefly at her father, Greg, who sat perched on the coffee table below. She liked knowing where he was at all times. While she could have kept him confined to the habitat for safety, she understood how isolating that could be. It wouldn’t be fair to keep him cooped up like that, so she’d asked if he wanted to come downstairs with her.
Greg observed her intently, his gaze steady but thoughtful. From his diminished height, the world looked vastly different—the furniture loomed like towering structures, and the sounds of the house were amplified in strange ways. Yet, despite his new perspective, some things remained unchanged: McKenzie was still his little girl, and he couldn’t help but feel protective.
He listened carefully to her side of the conversation, picking up on the light, teasing tone she used with the person on the other end. The name “Sean” had come up several times, and Greg felt a familiar knot tighten in his stomach. This boy is trying to be more than friends with her, he thought, his paternal instincts flaring. He knew he needed to tread lightly—his position in the household had changed dramatically—but concern for his daughter overrode his hesitation.
McKenzie tossed her hair over her shoulder, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “You’re ridiculous,” she said into the phone, her cheeks flushing slightly. She caught Greg’s eye and offered a wink, as if to assure him everything was fine.
Despite her reassurance, Greg couldn’t shake the unease settling over him. She mentioned that Sean had been over before, that we’d met, he recalled. But try as he might, he couldn’t summon any memory of meeting the boy. Am I forgetting things, or was I simply not included?
The living room was filled with the cozy ambiance of a home at dusk—the subtle scent of vanilla from a candle on the mantle, the distant hum of the refrigerator, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Shadows danced gently across the floor as the last rays of sunlight faded.
“Alright, I’ll talk to you later,” McKenzie said finally, her voice softening. “Yeah… you too. Bye.” She ended the call and set her phone aside, stretching her arms above her head with a contented sigh.
“Sorry about that,” she said, her eyes meeting Greg’s. “Sean can be a bit chatty.”
Greg offered a small smile. “No need to apologize,” he replied, trying to keep his tone light. “Seems like you two are close.”
She nodded, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “We’re friends. He’s helping me with some school projects.”
Greg hesitated before speaking again. “Have I met him before? You mentioned he came over, but I can’t seem to recall.”
McKenzie shifted slightly, pulling her knees up to her chest. “He came by a couple of times when you were… occupied,” she said carefully. “I thought you might have seen him.”
“Perhaps I was busy,” Greg conceded, though the thought unsettled him. Was I so preoccupied that I missed meeting someone important in her life? Or was I deliberately excluded?
An awkward silence settled between them, the air thick with unspoken questions. McKenzie seemed to sense his unease and offered a gentle smile. “He’s a good guy, Dad. You’d like him.”
Greg nodded slowly, weighing his next words. “I trust your judgment,” he said softly. “You’ve always been sensible.”
She reached down and lightly touched his shoulder with her fingertip—a gesture that was both affectionate and a stark reminder of their new reality. “Thanks,” she replied. “I appreciate that.”
He looked up at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and lingering concern. “Just remember, if you ever want to talk about anything… I’m here.”
Her smile widened. “I know, Dad. And I will.”
The tension eased slightly, and McKenzie leaned back against the cushions. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” she suggested. “We could relax for a bit.”
“That sounds nice,” Greg agreed, grateful for the opportunity to spend time together.
She picked up the remote and began scrolling through options. “Anything in particular you feel like watching?”
He shrugged lightly. “I’ll let you choose. Surprise me.”
She selected a classic film they used to enjoy as a family, and soon the familiar opening music filled the room. McKenzie carefully lifted Greg from the coffee table and placed him beside her on the sofa, nestling him comfortably among the soft pillows.
As the movie played, Greg found himself easing into the moment. The warmth radiating from McKenzie was comforting, and for a little while, he could almost forget the complexities of their situation. They laughed at the same scenes, exchanged knowing glances, and shared in the simple pleasure of each other’s company.
Yet, beneath the surface, Greg’s thoughts continued to churn. The conversation with Sean lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of emotions. He wanted to be involved in her life, to offer guidance and support as he always had. But how could he do that now, from this reduced stature? Would she still welcome his advice, or see it as overstepping?
He stole a glance at her—her eyes fixed on the screen, a soft smile playing on her lips. She seemed content, at ease. Maybe I’m worrying too much, he told himself. She’s responsible and mature. I should trust her.
As the credits rolled, McKenzie stretched and let out a satisfied sigh. “That was just what I needed,” she said happily. “It’s been a while since I watched that.”
“Same here,” Greg replied. “It was nice to revisit it.”
She looked down at him thoughtfully. “I’m glad we got to spend this time together. It feels… normal.”
He nodded in agreement. “It does. I miss this.”
McKenzie’s phone buzzed softly, the screen illuminating her face in the dimly lit living room. She glanced down, a smile tugging at her lips as she unlocked it. Her fingers danced across the virtual keyboard, typing a quick response. A light chuckle escaped her, the sound barely audible over the quiet hum of the house settling for the night.
Seated nearby, Greg observed his daughter with a mix of curiosity and nostalgia. The glow of the phone cast a gentle light on her features, highlighting the contours of her youthful face. He noticed the subtle differences between his two daughters. Madison no longer seemed to care if he saw what she was doing on her phone; she often left it face-up, messages popping up without concern. McKenzie, however, still guarded her privacy, keeping the screen angled away, much like she did before everything changed.
“Who’s that?” Greg finally asked, his voice tinged with casual interest. His gaze drifted to McKenzie’s legs, gracefully curled around the pillow he was sitting on. One of her feet rested nearby, clad in a white sock that bore faint signs of wear—the soles slightly grayed from traversing the hardwood floors. It was an unconscious gesture on her part, unintentional, yet it served as a stark reminder of the vast difference in their sizes.
He couldn’t help but notice how her foot now dwarfed him. Before the infection, her feet had seemed so small compared to his. Now, the simple act of her resting near him emphasized the chasm that had formed between their worlds. The thought struck him deeply: if she weren’t careful, it would be all too easy for someone her size to accidentally harm someone like him.
A chill crept over him, the cool evening air settling into the room as the sun dipped below the horizon. The shadows lengthened, and the warmth of the day faded into the crispness of night. Greg shivered slightly, pulling his arms around himself. He glanced at McKenzie, who was still engrossed in her phone, the soft tapping of her fingers the only sound breaking the silence.
“I’m a bit chilly,” Greg admitted, swallowing his pride. “Do you think you could pick me up?”
McKenzie looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting his with a hint of surprise. “Sure, Dad, just a sec,” she replied, holding up a finger in a gentle request for patience. Her attention shifted back to the screen, her focus absorbed by whatever conversation held her interest.
Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. Greg watched her, a mix of understanding and frustration welling within him. He had seen this behavior before—both daughters promising “just a moment” that often extended into much longer. In the past, he or Cindy would gently nudge them to follow through, but that authority was no longer his to wield.
The room grew colder, the darkness outside pressing against the windows. A sense of helplessness settled over him. This is my life now, he thought, the realization heavy in his mind. Dependent on the attentiveness of others.
Seeking warmth, Greg moved closer to McKenzie’s foot. The idea made him uneasy, but the chill was becoming unbearable. He hesitated for a moment before leaning his back against her sock-covered foot. The fabric was soft, and he could feel the residual warmth radiating from her. Even through the material, the heat seeped into him, a comforting contrast to the cool air.
He closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to relax against the gentle rise and fall as she shifted slightly. The warmth spread slowly, not as quickly as he might have liked, but it was better than the biting cold. Emboldened by the relief, he pressed the side of his face and his hands against her foot, seeking more of the soothing heat.
A soft chuckle drifted down to him. “Aww,” McKenzie cooed, her voice filled with affection. “Sorry, Dad. I didn’t realize you were cold. Is that what you were trying to tell me before?”
Before he could respond, she set her phone aside and reached down, her fingers carefully wrapping around him. The touch was gentle yet firm, her hand enveloping him with ease. As she lifted him, Greg felt a brief flutter of vulnerability—the sheer power difference a stark reminder of his new reality.
McKenzie adjusted her position, settling deeper into the couch as she stretched her legs out onto the ottoman. She nestled him comfortably in her lap, the fabric of her sweater soft beneath him. With a thoughtful motion, she pulled a portion of her shirt over him, creating a small cocoon that trapped the warmth between them.
“Better?” she asked, her eyes shining with genuine concern.
Greg felt a wave of heat envelop him, the chill dissipating almost instantly. The closeness was both comforting and humbling. “Yes,” he replied softly. “Much better. Thank you.”
He could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest creating a gentle sway. The warmth of her body seeped into him, easing the tension from his muscles. Yet, despite the physical comfort, a sense of embarrassment lingered. Here he was—a grown man, once the patriarch of the family—now relying on his daughter for something as basic as warmth.
His gaze drifted to the familiar surroundings of the living room. The photographs on the mantelpiece, the books lining the shelves, the subtle scents that made this house a home. But now, it felt different. The house was the same, yet everything had changed. The roles had shifted in ways he could never have imagined.
“Sorry if I was distracted,” McKenzie said gently, interrupting his thoughts. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“It’s alright,” Greg assured her, offering a small smile. “I know how easy it is to get caught up in things.”
She nodded, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. “Still, I should have noticed. I’ll pay better attention.”
He appreciated her sincerity, the way she still valued his comfort and well-being. “I appreciate that,” he said quietly.
They sat together in a comfortable silence, the only sounds the distant ticking of a clock and the soft whispers of the night outside. Greg allowed himself to relax fully, the warmth and the gentle presence of his daughter providing a respite from the complexities swirling in his mind.
Yet, as he rested against her, he couldn’t shake the underlying current of vulnerability. The reality that his body could no longer regulate its own temperature adequately, that the world outside posed dangers he hadn’t previously considered—it was a lot to process.
“Do you remember when we used to sit out on the porch and look at the stars?” he asked suddenly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.
McKenzie smiled softly. “Of course. We’d make up constellations and tell stories about them.”
He chuckled. “You always had the most creative names.”
She laughed lightly. “Well, ‘The Great Spoon of Destiny’ was a masterpiece, if I do say so myself.”
“Absolutely,” he agreed, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
Her expression grew thoughtful. “Maybe we can do that again sometime. I’ll find a way to make it safe for you.”
“I’d like that,” Greg replied, touched by her consideration.
The conversation lulled once more, each lost in their own reflections. Greg marveled at how, despite the drastic changes, moments like this could still feel so normal, so filled with the love and connection they’d always shared.
But underlying it all was the awareness of how dependent he had become. The house he’d worked to provide was now maintained by his daughters. Decisions were made without his input. The independence he once took for granted was a memory.
Greg sighed softly, his gaze drifting toward the window where the night sky stretched like a velvet canvas dotted with stars. The warmth from McKenzie’s embrace had seeped into his bones, but a lingering chill settled in his heart. “I just wish Madison saw it this way,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of longing and resignation. “Sometimes, I feel like we’re just Littles to her. I know our human form is gone, and I understand that I’ve been… reborn into this Little body. But inside, I still feel like me. I don’t feel any different.”
McKenzie looked down at him nestled in her lap, her eyes reflecting empathy and a touch of sadness. The soft glow from the lamp cast gentle shadows across her face, highlighting the concern etched in her features. “Dad,” she began gently, choosing her words with care, “Madison does care. She’s just more like Mom in how she views things. For her, the fact that you’re Littles can overshadow you being our parents in a tangible way. ”
She paused, considering the weight of her next offer. “Do you want me to talk to her?” she asked, her tone sincere. “Maybe I can help her see things differently.”
Greg shook his head slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No, I mean, no thank you,” he replied. “It would probably make things worse. I know she’s trying in her own way. We’ll just have to wait for her to mature a bit.” He let out a soft chuckle, the sound filled with a mix of amusement and nostalgia. “At least she’s not trying to sneak in after curfew, only to realize she forgot her keys and set off every alarm in the house,” he teased, casting a playful glance upward.
McKenzie raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across her face. “I’m not sure who you’re talking about, Little,” she retorted jokingly, emphasizing the last word with a light-hearted tease.
He laughed, the sound genuine and warm. “Oh, no one in particular,” he said innocently, his eyes twinkling. “Just a hypothetical situation involving a certain someone who may or may not have woken up the entire neighborhood.”
She feigned indignation, placing a hand dramatically over her heart. “Well, whoever that was, I’m sure she had a perfectly good reason,” she quipped. “And perhaps the alarm system was overly sensitive.”
“Or perhaps she should have remembered her keys,” Greg countered, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
They both laughed, the shared memories bridging the gap between their current reality and the past. For a moment, the weight of their circumstances lifted, replaced by the comforting familiarity of father-daughter banter.
The room settled into a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft ticking of a clock and the distant hum of traffic outside. The gentle rise and fall of McKenzie’s breathing provided a soothing rhythm, and Greg found himself relaxing further into the warmth of her lap.
“Thank you,” he said softly after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.
She glanced down, her expression curious. “For what?”
“For treating me like… me,” he replied, his eyes meeting hers. “Not just as a Little, but as your dad.”
Her gaze softened, and she reached down to brush a stray hair from his forehead. “You’ll always be my dad,” she said gently. “No matter what. That doesn’t change.”
He nodded appreciatively, a subtle relief washing over him. “I just hope Madison can see that someday,” he mused. “I miss the connection we used to have.”
“She’ll come around,” McKenzie assured him. “It might take some time, but deep down, she loves you. She just expresses it differently.”
Greg sighed, accepting her words. “I suppose you’re right. Patience has never been my strong suit, but I guess I don’t have much of a choice now.”
She smiled softly. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you were always patient with me—even when I didn’t deserve it.”
He chuckled. “You were never too much trouble.”
“Oh, really?” she teased. “What about the time I ‘accidentally’ dyed the dog purple?”
He laughed aloud, the memory vivid. “Ah, yes. Poor Max. He looked like a grape for weeks.”
They shared a light-hearted moment, the echoes of past misadventures bringing a warmth that transcended their current challenges.
“See?” McKenzie said, her eyes shining. “We’ve gotten through tough times before. We’ll get through this too.”
He reached up and gently squeezed her finger, the closest he could come to holding her hand. “I believe you,” he said earnestly. “As long as we stick together.”
“Always,” she affirmed.
A comfortable silence enveloped them once more. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, casting elongated shadows that danced subtly with the flicker of the light. Outside, the world continued its steady rhythm, but within these walls, time seemed to slow, allowing them this precious moment of connection.
“Do you want to hear about what I’ve been working on?” McKenzie offered after a while. “I’ve been diving into some new projects at school.”
“I’d love to,” Greg replied, eager to shift the focus to her interests. “Tell me all about it.”
She began to share details about her latest endeavors—her voice animated as she spoke of challenges and triumphs, theories and applications. Greg listened attentively, asking questions and offering insights where he could. Despite the physical disparities, the exchange felt natural, reminiscent of countless conversations they’d shared over the years.
As the evening wore on, a gentle yawn escaped McKenzie. “I suppose we should both get some rest,” she suggested.
“Probably a good idea,” Greg agreed, feeling a pleasant fatigue himself.
She carefully lifted him, cradling him securely as she stood up. “Let’s get you settled,” she said, making her way toward his habitat.
Once he was comfortably situated, she smiled down at him. “Sleep well, Dad.”
“You too, sweetheart,” he replied. “And thank you—for everything.”
She gave a small nod before turning off the light, leaving the room illuminated only by the faint glow of the nightlight. As she changed into her pajamas, Greg settled into his bed, his mind calmer than it had been in days.
Despite the uncertainties ahead, the connection with McKenzie gave him hope. They might be navigating uncharted territory, but moments like these reminded him that love and understanding could bridge even the widest of gaps.
With that comforting thought, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a peaceful sleep.
Another happy kenzreg chapter😊
i love the happy chapters:), too much bad stuff in the world already. Need balance lol.
Its a change I have made from feedback from people that they would like a bit of balance so that things are quite so dystopian in the outlook and feel. So I’ve tried to add a bit more upbeat happiness to overall stories so its not quite as much of a constant barrage of unhappiness/darkness.
thank you, you are a good writer so I know you will be able to integrate physical and mental closeness. I like how he hugged her foot. I think he should be able to rub her foot to show usefulness to her while they hang out so he can stay with her more and less time in the cage. he needs to try to be in her life like Sera uses her little on her shoulder where he can help her in school and talk to her at work to keep her company. taking on being her little dad. His new responsibly of being her little and a dad to talk to.
Sara is one to integrate her little into her life moreso then Madison or McKenzie have.
madison would probably not want too for social reasons. McKenzie I could see going either way. She may ultimately just want time to herself as she is more of a private person so I could see having greg with her at all times would kind of get in the way of her privacy.
However, She is kind and I could see her taking her dad out of the house.
They have a really good dynamic.
I love these moments between Greg and Kenzie.
They have a natural relationship I feel like or as natural one can have in this situation.
I haven’t been commenting in a while but I wanted to say I really love these interactions. And wonder if even mads will interact like this with him drawing a drastically increasing voide between him and cindy. Even him being seen as more than her as it comes to underbreads even tho he’s a guy. Great work!!!
Hey! long time no talk. I hope you are doing well. Happy Holidays and all that.
That is definitely a possibility as even Madison has shown to be nicer to greg. So it wouldn’t be unheard of for Greg to be the favored little.
i love the physical and mental connection they are showing. I think he should ask to have her hold him as they sleep because Cindy isn’t there to hold him lol. A way to wiggle in there a need for Cindy to be there lol.
I simply love McKenzie and FFS Cindy how could you disregard this sweet girl!!!
1. I love McKenzie! She’s my new favourite
2. The bond they have can never be broken
3. His concern for Madison shows how much of an amazing dad he is
4. “Do you want me to talk to her” no! He knows it would get worse but he also knows his daughter and knows that Madison has to come to the realisation on her own
I can’t wait till next week🥺😂 more!!
I love Mckenzie has become the loving parent for the family, I hope she can be a good parent for her mom and Madison and teach them to love Littles like little humans that need love protection.
1) I still like Mallory alot but McKenize is a good kindhearted character.
2) It would take a lot but I don’t know about never broken.
3) He loves his girls through and through. THat is above reproach.
4)Madison would no appreciate that. You are correct. That is one of those McKenzie means well but it would not end well for greg.
2. Oh no!!!! What’s going to happen! Don’t you dare 😂
nothing planned i’ve just learned to say never say never.
Ok please don’t, McKenzie and Greg give me hope 🥹
Happy chapter!
Gotta have a few of those
1) “Greg listened intently knowing this boy was trying to be more than friends with his daughter” all fathers assume these things.
2) “While she would have felt safer with him in the habitat she knew it wouldn’t be fair to keep him couped up like that so she asked if he wanted to come down with her” that’s kindness, she didn’t bring him out just to put him to work she’s letting him out just so they can hang.
(you also repeated that paragraph twice in slightly different ways one after another)
3) “despite his new perspective, some things remained unchanged: McKenzie was still his little girl, and he couldn’t help but feel protective.” that’s standard father behaviour.
4) “This boy is trying to be more than friends with her, he thought, his paternal instincts flaring” Plot-twist, Sean’s telling McKenzie about his new boyfriend.
5) “. She mentioned that Sean had been over before, that we’d met, he recalled. But try as he might, he couldn’t summon any memory of meeting the boy” he could have been at work, of otherwise busy, he should ask Cindy, she may have met Sean.
6) “I thought you might have seen him.” it’s possible Greg just can’t attach a name to a face.
7) “He’s a good guy, Dad. You’d like him.” a conversation many kids have with their parents.
8) “Just remember, if you ever want to talk about anything… I’m here.” Greg trying to stay in the loop.
9) “grateful for the opportunity to spend time together.” Little or human that’s all any father really wants.
10) “he could almost forget the complexities of their situation” It’s good to relax for a while.
11) “But how could he do that now, from this reduced stature? Would she still welcome his advice, or see it as overstepping?” that’s a pretty scary question to be faced with, Greg’s already put his foot in his mouth regarding Cindy multiple times, and it’s not Like McKenzie has that high of an opinion on littles, (Highest in her family but that’s not a high bar.)
12) “Maybe I’m worrying too much, he told himself. She’s responsible and mature. I should trust her.” Cindy didn’t and look where that got her.
13) “I’m glad we got to spend this time together. It feels… normal.” They’d both be craving Normality.
14) “Madison no longer seemed to care if he saw what she was doing on her phone; she often left it face-up, messages popping up without concern. McKenzie, however, still guarded her privacy, keeping the screen angled away, much like she did before everything changed.” that’s because McKenzie has a higher opinion of littles than Madison, Madison doesn’t care what he thinks so it doesn’t matter to her what he knows, McKenzie does still value her fathers opinion which means some privacy is still due.
15) “He couldn’t help but notice how her foot now dwarfed him” it’s worse for him because he’s smaller than Cindy and McKenzie’s foot would be bigger than Maddie’s (But I also see him spending less time at feet.)
16) “Do you think you could pick me up?” It’s good to see littles asking to be held, it shows a better bond than when the guardians just grab them.
17) “He had seen this behaviour before—both daughters promising “just a moment” that often extended into much longer” I’m sure he’s done that to them too.
18) “The idea made him uneasy, but the chill was becoming unbearable. He hesitated for a moment before leaning his back against her sock-covered foot” seeking comfort from her foot is so cute.
19) “Sorry, Dad. I didn’t realize you were cold. Is that what you were trying to tell me before?” she she hadn’t just gotten distracted she hadn’t even listened previously.
20) “Yes,” he replied softly. “Much better. Thank you.” I’m glad they got there in the end/
21.1) “Sorry if I was distracted… didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Guardian apologies are always good to see.
21.2) “I should have noticed. I’ll pay better attention.” and a promise to do better, such goodness.
22.1) “Do you remember when we used to sit out on the porch and look at the stars?” reminiscing with her would be so good
22.2) “Well, ‘The Great Spoon of Destiny’ was a masterpiece, if I do say so myself.” she sounds like a stry telling genius.
23) “Maybe we can do that again sometime. I’ll find a way to make it safe for you.” could he see the stars with his limited vision?
24) “The house he’d worked to provide was now maintained by his daughters. Decisions were made without his input. The independence he once took for granted was a memory.” really has lost everything except Kenzie.
25) “I just wish Madison saw it this way… Sometimes, I feel like we’re just Littles to her” Why? Because she explicitly told you that?
26) “I know our human form is gone, and I understand that I’ve been… reborn into this Little body. But inside, I still feel like me. I don’t feel any different.” It’s still new, but for the most part the different treatment comes from culture not science.
27) “Madison does care. She’s just more like Mom in how she views things. For her, the fact that you’re Littles can overshadow you tangibly being our parents. ” Just like Cind wanted.
28) “Do you want me to talk to her? Maybe I can help her see things differently.” I think that’d be good, but it’s another burden on her shoulders.
29.1) “At least she’s not trying to sneak in after curfew, only to realise she forgot her keys and set off every alarm in the house,” he’s bold, bringing up her past bad behaviour.
29.2) “I’m not sure who you’re talking about, Little,” she retorted jokingly, emphasising the last word with a light-hearted tease” Using one of Madison’s more annoying traits as a joke if funny.
30) “Thank you, For treating me like… me, Not just as a Little, but as your dad.” Not something he should have to be grateful for, but I understand why he’d see it as something he should.
31) “She’ll come around,” McKenzie assured him. “It might take some time, but deep down, she loves you. She just expresses it differently.” I appreciate her optimism.
32) “Ah, yes. Poor Max. He looked like a grape for weeks.” I’m assuming Max is “on the farm”
33) “He reached up and gently squeezed her finger, the closest he could come to holding her hand” aww, that’s sweet.
34) “Do you want to hear about what I’ve been working on?” I’d love to but unfortunately, the text goes vague about what the projects are after this.
35) So when is this happening in relation to the Cindy part? Are Madison’s friends still upstairs? Did Greg and McKenzie see them?
36) I love how this Image pseudo-mirrors that from 48, when Madison sat on the couch with Cindy twenty chapters earlier.
the differences like Madison sitting on the other end to McKenzie, or Mckenze wearing socks compared to Madison’s bare feet highlight the differences, or Greg seeking comfort from McKenzie’s feet while Cindy seemed weary of Madison’s.
1) Yes they do. Greg is fully in overprotective dad mode even if he is a little now.
2) Thats how you know where I stopped and walked away to do something else and then came back.
McKenzie is a kind person to people who aren’t Cindy.
3) Yes, no matter how small he gets she will always be his little girl. Madison as well.
4) That would be a pretty good plot twist I’m not gonna lie. It would be a bit comical if Greg is being over protective and judgemental and then in finally comes out and he’s like “oh”
5) He probably should as she most likely is aware of sean at the very least. You do bring up good points he also could have just been at work or doing any other countless of things.
6) That is also true. I have that issue at times. I’m not greatest with names.
7) No daughter has ever said anything but. I’ve not heard one you’d hate him ever.
8) Gotta keep those pathways open. Make sure they know it may be harder to hound her now though.
9) for sure, just let them in the door for a visit every now and then .
11) There are in universe people who do think more highly of littles then McKenzie. That is a fair point. Kayla and Chrissy I feel like for sure would.
12) Cindy dug her own grave, threw herself in and buried herself.
13) The whole family would I agree. So much of the lives the lived were uprooted and thrown into chaos. They are all reeling to some degree.
14) I don’t think Greg has put that together yet though. Although Madison does seem to be trying with Greg more then Cindy. Madison has at least made overatures but the fact Madison views both her parents as not having any control over her in a tangible way does change what she hides.
15) Cindy would have a fighting chance Greg wouldn’t have a prayer in comparison. Although you are right. McKenzie wouldn’t make him paint her nails. She’d be more likely to do something like homework which is more utilizing his skills and acknowledging his intelligence. However, there would be reluctance that Madison doesn’t have.
16) Greg does actually recognize of his own volition McKenzie’s authority and that she is his guardian. McKenzie didn’t have to do hardly anything for him to do it either. Its kind of unspoken.
17) Oh most certainly. That one is a two way street.
18)Theres only so many things that could warm him up and it is his daughter so he isn’t going to do anything creepy. He also was near by and it was low effort.
19) I feel like she listened but didn’t process what was being said is probably more likely. She processed he wanted to talk to her and then her mind was focused on her task at hand the next part just didn’t stick.
21.1) It doesn’t happen real often across the depicted stories I guess. So that is fair.
21.2) Even acknowledging her mistake.
22.2) McKenzie seems like the kind of person who is more creative focused then Madison. So I could see her coming up with a good story.
23) He would probably need a telescope or something. Unassisted it would be difficult if not impossible
24)I feel like he lost less then most though. I mean Madison is willing to try, he has his eldest daughter still and Him and CIndy are still together. It could be much worse all things considered. He definitely lost things but most of the other littles depicted I feellike lost more.
25) Perhaps that has something to do with it although some of that could be posturing or more lie then truth at least towards Greg. As Madison has made fewer overtures towards Greg about raising him in Cindy’s methods then she has towards her mother.
26) I would agree. Societal norms and ignorance are more guiding factors as the truths are presented in a way that doesn’t tell the full story. Kinda like how stats can say what you want them to say and still be accurate.
28) I could see Madison getting upset over it. As she could view it as Greg overstepping and it could rescind the progress they made last night of her willing to try with Greg.
29.1) He did say it jokingly. He made sure not to bring it up in a scolding way. Not that it couldn’t have backfired I suppose.
29.2) I wondered how that would play for people. I thought it was fitting.
30) there is a lot of things in life you shuoldn’t have to be grateful for.
31) Madison isn;t heartless. I think there is a higher chance she comes around towards Greg then there is Cindy. I think Cindy will have a much longer road with both her daughters.
32) Yup that big farm in the sky.
33) Its like the little form of a hug towards a guardian.
34) oh darn, maybe next time
35) during and after her friends leave.
36) The goal was to make it seem like a home by depicting them that way. As people have there spots they like to sit. So do they and I tried to keep the environments consistent.
It is nice to have a break from the oppressive Madison chapters. It’s too bad Madison can’t witness these happy moments between father and daughter and then maybe want to emulate them herself.
Just last night in world Greg was sitting in McKenize’s lap as Cindy was in Madison’s lap in similar lighter hearted moments. Prior that same evening Madison did comment that she was willing to try some of McKenzie’s methods with him. So she is canonically aware.
I hope Madison becomes a loving little parent like Kenez
Also, given this change in the direction of the story, are you repurposing the already-done art? I noticed that in the story, Greg was leaning against McKenzie’s foot with his back, and in the art, it looks like he is rubbing her foot with a massage.
Well it wasn’t really a change in direction I’ve had this completed since October. This is just the natural course of the story.
The images aren’t repurposed, I just don’t always make them one to one. Sometimes i make artistic changes as I wrote out the majority of the story first and then made the images after. Sometimes when making the images I want them depicted slightly different as huddling for warmth he would have gone through several positions to warm himself.
The intent was more hugging then rubbing so that the more of his bodily surface would be against her foot to garner more heat into the additional surface area.
the Story also says “ Emboldened by the relief, he pressed the side of his face and his hands against her foot, seeking more of the soothing heat.” which I think is the part the scene depicts.