100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 129: Babies?
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Levi sat on his chair, watching Sam follow the blonde toddler tottering around his flat; the slicked blond had an evident scowl on his face.
"Why did you have to agree with this?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
Sam spared him a look but followed after Lizzie, ushering her out of the kitchen. It was not a place for a child, with all the lab apparatuses and chemicals. If anything terrible happens to her, Sam is certain Lisa and Marco will kill her. More so, Lisa.
"No, no, no, not there." Sam pleaded to the toddler, holding her tiny hand in hers and walking back to the living room.
"Marco and Lisa need some alone time." She reasoned, feeling bad for the couple. Since Lizzie came along, they had not had a decent date night, and a couple of days ago, she overheard Marco asking (pleading) Levi to look after Lizzie just for a few hours. But Levi simply shot him his exclusive, ’Are you stupid?" look at the GP.
Of course, Sam offered her help, behind Levi’s back, knowing full well he would disagree. What she didn’t anticipate was the day the couple planned to go out.
It was a Saturday, and that was Levi’s and hers’ Game Night. And as she expected, he was not a happy camper.
"Their coupling is none of my concern Sam." Levi spat coldly as the two sat hand in hand on the sofa opposite him. Sam looked at him curiously, more on his choice of words. At least he didn’t say sex in front of a toddler whose mind resembled a Sponge, absorbing everything she could learn.
"Marco had been desperate; they haven’t had any for months." Levi tattled, looking at Lizzie, tottering towards his desk, and started messing around with his papers on the table. Sam held the smile on his face; Marco did sound desperate. And he was so grateful when Sam offered to be of assistance.
"Well, just consider this a favor he has to return when you have children of your own," Sam said, prying the papers out of Lizzie’s small hands before she ripped anything important. Now the child was running towards the board game on Levi’s lap. "No!" Levi said firmly, putting it above his head, so the toddler can’t reach it.
"I’m not planning on having any! Just look at her." Levi declared, glaring at Sam. "She’s precious." Sam cooed, grinning down at the toddler, who was now gazing up at Levi, wondering why he was giving her a disgusted look.
Levi’s jaw dropped, seeing the motherly smile on the redhead’s face, "Do you!?" He asked suddenly. Sam turned to him, "Of course." She said like it was apparent while ushering Lizzie back to the couch and handing her some of the toys she brought.
Levi tensed for a second, imagining the redhead as a mother and raising little ginger heads a few years from now. "Www--why?!" Levi stammered, confused, his voice louder than he meant to. Sam and Lizzie both gave the Irishman a weird look, and then Sam broke into a wicked smile. "Uncle Levi is a weirdo; I know, honey." Sam cooed at the child, causing the blonde girl to giggle at her.
Sam’s face then turned thoughtful for a moment, thinking it thoroughly.
"The World is filled with idiots." She said, earning Levi’s full attention. She wasn’t exactly one that throws insults out of nowhere; she was the tolerant type between the two of them. Playing with normies rules, something he had trouble doing.
"Statistically speaking, geniuses make up only 2.2% of the population. So, if you multiply the World’s estimated population, 7,210,581,976, by that percentage, .022, it equals 158,632,803.472 people on this Earth are ’considered’ geniuses; compare that to the astounding 97.8% of Idiots 705, 194, 917, 252. 8 of this World. Without that 2.2%, the World is bound to implode. It is my moral responsibility as someone who possesses superior genetics to procreate, to multiply, for the sake and survival of Humanity. "Sam explained, without removing her eyes off the toddler.
She looked at Levi suddenly, adding with morbid amusement.
"It would be a shame, Levi. Jackson’s genius bloodline would end with you." She said with a fake pout on her face.
"Why is it on me? Anna can make children." Levi scoffed, imagining his older sister as a mother. Holding a baby in her arms and a bottle with another, it would be a funny sight.
"Yeah." Sam agreed graciously, then shifting her tone the other way around.
"But let’s not forget that Anna is married to Taylor, an older gentleman. The volume of a man’s semen and sperm motility decreases continually between the ages of 20 and 80. And there is a five-fold increase in time to pregnancy, and the risk of miscarriage is twice as high if the male partner is aged over 45 years than for those whose partners are under 25. So, yeah---Anna still has a chance of having children. Though the math is not on her side, as long as there is life---there is hope."
Levi narrowed his eyes at the redhead, "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." he said, noticing her underlying tone.
Sam broke into a broader smile, "Yet, it’s the most fun." she said, satisfied with herself for successfully annoying the slicked blond.
"She could always get a younger bloke." Levi shot back seconds after; a divorce is always an option, he thought.
"You’re clearly not a fan of romantic relationships, more so, marriage." Levi pointed out, earning an unladylike snort from Sam. "Who said anything about marriage?" she challenged him. She didn’t need to get married to give birth to a child. Nowadays, women can provide for themselves.
This statement caused Levi to ponder in silence; he doesn’t understand her. And based on his observation, a large number of women dream of marriage and a family. But she did make a fair point in leaving the World in the hands of nimrods.
The World would end as they know it if morons ran it. The Wars, famish, destruction. All because they are incapable of being a step forward since they can’t anticipate and make reliable conclusions to form the best solutions to a problem.
