The Next Generation

Good morning or evening ladies and gentlemen, it's me, your good friend, Luis Carlos Alarcón! introducing myself with something I've been wanting to do for a long time and that is to translate some of my fics to English! (Spanish-speaking people are big surprised by this)

Why? It is because of something that I will of course explain at the end of this chapter.

So enough talk and let's get started. The Loud House is from Nickelodeon and its creator was Chris Savino (Even though he was fired when he was accused for that sexual harassment thing) but the story and any possible OC that appears is my invention.

CHAPTER ONE: THE LOUD OF TOMORROW

The morning sun was rising in the distance heralding a beautiful new day, and in some dwelling in the quiet suburbs of Royal Woods, a man with curious snow-white hair was sitting comfortably on a sofa reading the morning paper. To the naked eye it was obvious that he was nearing his forties even though the whitish hue of his hair created the illusion that he looked older than he really was.

He took a deep breath having a big smile of serenity on his face to turn the page being totally focused on his reading until he felt observed and looked up as if someone had stood in front of him staring at him waiting for an action on his part.

-Oh, hello everybody, how have you been?- he greeted the nothingness being only the air his only spectator -nothing better than a quiet morning to read the newspaper and be informed of the crazy things happening in the rest of the world, right?

-Although in the Loud house, these moments of peace and quiet are so rare that you have to make the most of them before something happens to disturb them, ending such a relaxing atmosphere- wanted to continue reading.

-KRANK!- but almost immediately there was the sound of an object breaking accompanied by several shouts and complaints in different tones of voice.

-See what I mean? Now I must go and prevent a catastrophe from forming- snorted before standing up and putting the newspaper aside.

-But you're probably wondering: "Is that you, Lincoln? What happened to you? Why do you look like that?" Well, let's just say that the slow action of time led me to what I am now. As if I were one of those cartoons where the characters never grow up and always stay the same age- he let out another little laugh as he remembered all the cartoons he used to watch and they had that in common.

-We all have to grow up and make a place for ourselves in this world, and despite certain setbacks, I can say that I was very lucky in various aspects of life especially because of the blessings I received that you are about to see, even though several people would consider them the worst calamities- with a last laugh he reached the source of that noise and the shouting that still continued.

-What's going on here?- said in an authoritative tone, putting his hands on either side of his waist and puffing out his chest to appear larger than he was.

-IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!- spoke a twin boy and girl with white hair and a light brown complexion, pointing at each other and holding the pieces of a broken vase at their feet -NO! It was yours!- they began to blame each other, shoving each other.

-CHILDREN, CHILDREN, CHILDREN!- Lincoln got in the way, separating them by stretching his arms out to the sides, but they kept trying to hit each other -speak one at a time. Let's see, Rita, you start- asked the opinionated girl who stuck her tongue out at the other who began to grumble.

-You see, daddy. I asked Rick to lend me his Han Solo figurine for a moment to rescue my Rapunzel doll who is trapped in the tower where she is locked up.

-BUT I TOLD HIM NO! That's not a toy you can play "the prince who goes to the rescue of his princess" with, it's a very delicate collectible figure that could easily break- interrupted the boy who still had fire in his eyes.

-Don't be silly! It's a toy and toys are to be played with, not to be kept on a shelf gathering dust and cobwebs. So I took him for a moment to rescue Rapunzel and he went crazy running around the house knocking over Grandma Rita's vase!- finished the little girl, showing her hands with the dolls of the Disney Princess and the famous space pilot.

-And here we go again... - clearing his throat, Lincoln set out to lecture them -Rita, I've already told you several times that you can't take your brothers' and sisters' things without their permission. Rick, I understand that it bothers you when someone takes your valuable collectibles for fear of damaging them but it's not for you to go crazy and start chasing your sister around the house, have they seen what they caused?- pointed to the broken vase causing them to duck their heads.

-I will discuss this with your mother later. Now go back to your room and no arguing- they both obeyed and left as Rick snatched the collectible figure from Rita, also sticking his tongue out at her, saying that a space pilot wouldn't fit in a fantasy world, to which she refuted that Star Wars, being owned by Disney, could carry off such picturesque scenarios.

-It brings back so many memories...- shaking his head laughing wistfully, he bent down to pick up the pieces so no one would step on them until he felt watched again -Ah, where are my manners? This is Rick and Rita, two of my youngest children being ten year old twins.

-I named her after my mother, and as you can see, she loves Disney princesses and everything related to Disney movies in the same way that Rick is a big fan of Star Wars, Star Trek and everything related to science fiction. How curious is it that two beings born from the same mother within minutes of each other have such opposite tastes, don't you think? Although it's nothing I haven't seen before.

-HELLO, DAD!- suddenly greeted a teenager with some overweight and much bigger than the twins with the same skin tone and albino hair but with two prominent teeth to give him a strong bear hug being able to lift him off the floor.

-Ah... ah... hello, Lewis- Lincoln was turning blue from lack of air until he let it out -How did my special boy wake up today? Didn't you have those nightmares again?

-No, daddy! Now I dreamt that I was on a little boat sailing to the island of candy- let out a stream of drool as he said that in a rather bland voice licking his lips, clasping his hands together and staring blankly indicating that he was letting his imagination run wild.

-I'm happy for you, my special little boy- patted him on the back -look at the time, I think you should go help your mother set the table for breakfast, is that okay?- suggested when she saw a clock on one of the walls.

-As you say, daddy!- not changing his manner of speaking, he turned around to leave but ran face first into another wall -AUHUHUCH!- let out a few tears, rubbing his injured nose.

-Are you all right, son? - immediately, his father checked him, seeing that he was only a little red but not bleeding -I have told you many times that you should be careful when you make those tight turns, don't you see that you could hurt yourself every time you do them? Next time it would be worse.

-I got it, daddy...- not having learned his lesson, Lewis turned around and hit the same wall again -AUHUHUHUHUHUYYYY!- now he broke his nose, spurting out strands of blood.

-Oh my God... go to your mother and wait with her while I look for something to cure your nose with, understand?

-Yes, dad...- Lincoln kept her eyes on him as she walked down the stairs to the second floor, afraid that she would trip and fall and hurt herself even worse, but when she saw that she made it without any problem, he sighed, running a hand through her albino hair.

-That's Lewis, one of my oldest sons at fifteen and he's... you know, "Special" so to speak. On the part of my family and my wife's family there was already one or two cases of members who were not very bright, if you know what I mean, but we never thought that any of our descendants would take that to extremes- his look reflected a great concern for the future that awaited his offspring if he continued like that.

-But despite that, he is very happy and full of life, always trying to see the bright side of things and what he lacks in brilliance, he makes up for with great strength... to the misfortune of everyone he embraces- moaned in pain, rubbing his arms.

-¡DAAADDD!- a scream ran through every corner of the house causing him to put his hands to his ears.

-What happens now?- having no other choice, he went to one of the many rooms in his home, opening the door and entering -Laura, Logan, can you tell me what's going on?

-LOOK, DAD! Look what Laura did to my World War II posters!- a boy a little older than the twins, but with red hair, showed him some posters just like the ones used during that dark period for humanity, only these had been altered with paint of different colors so that instead of promoting that warlike conflict, they would incite peace and love.

-You stress and worry about banalities, my brother. You must get rid of all that negative energy and open your heart to the good vibes that life offers- spoke with a soothing and soft tone a young woman bigger than him with black hair but with white locks, sitting on his bed in a meditation position and breathing deeply as if she had found enlightenment wearing a crown of flowers, colorful clothes and a necklace with the symbol of peace.

-Not this again… Laura, you don't have to damage in that way posters or objects related to wars and warlike conflicts to spread your message of peace and love towards other people, can't you realize that you can cause more harm than good? - the mentioned one didn't pay attention to her and didn't change her position, returning to breathe deeply, nourishing herself with the "good vibes" that life has to offer.

-And Logan, are you still at it? You know that your mother and I don't like your obsession with war conflicts that have cost the lives of countless people. Why don't you dedicate yourself to other things like comics or something more appropriate for your age? - It seemed insane to him that such a young boy would like that kind of subject matter.

-Because no amount of cheap and silly entertainment can compare to the various feats that our brave soldiers have done throughout history- he proudly made a military salute -but this is not going to stay that way, OF COURSE NOT!

Without a second's hesitation, he pulled out a pistol under a pillow and aimed it at the girl to shoot her... ammunition tipped with suction cups so that they would stick all over her body, but she reacted quickly and used a guitar as a shield that protected her from those not at all lethal missiles.

-Very slow, my brother. But don't worry, when I finish fixing these papers that bring out the worst in you and poison your mind so that you become a government dog as you grow up and do their dirty work, you will thank me infinitely- showed another poster, this time one depicting the famous photo of the American soldiers raising the up with the flag alluding to the triumph of the country and its allies at the end of that conflict on a global scale.

-DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!- smaller one taking out a Nerf machine gun, prepared to shoot her again, but she immediately ran out of the room they shared, repeating over and over again that one should not be hypnotized by the tricks that the country uses to get more followers to fight in favor of its nefarious purposes, initiating a new persecution.

BEWARE THEY MAKE ANOTHER FLOWER FALL!- warned Lincoln but they paid him no heed.

-Well, I guess this is the part where they must be wondering who they are. This is Laura, the fourth of my older fourteen year old peace loving children who abhors any kind of violence always trying to instill "good vibes" in others so they don't get anxious about bad things happening to them being a hippie for all practical purposes.

-The other is Logan, the twelve-year-old. He loves war stories and has an unusual patriotism for a boy his age. I love that he has a strong appreciation for this beautiful land where I was born, but as far as fantasizing about being a soldier and liking all things related to those war conflicts... every night we pray that when he grows up he doesn't join the army and get sent on dangerous missions to the other side of the world and fight in wars that only bring more problems than solutions.

-My wife and I thought that if he shared a room with Laura, Laura's influence would take away those kinds of thoughts, which unfortunately has not happened.

-I TOLD YOU HE AND I ARE ONLY FRIENDS!- a new scream worthy of an enraged wild beast reached his ears.

So with no other alternative, and after praying to all the existing divinities to give him patience and wisdom, he went to another room where an enraged young white-haired man, much taller than him and in admirable physical condition, was furiously holding a paper claiming to a black-haired girl with a big pink tuft who was sitting at a drawing table surrounded by many other papers... that had drawn images of couples made up of boys of the same sex.

-But you two look so cute together! Besides, haven't you seriously noticed the way he looks at you when they think they're together? You can tell for miles that he pines for you!- with great enthusiasm and a half-disturbing twinkle in her eyes, the young woman let out a dreamy sigh making a batting of her eyelashes by clasping her hands together on the side of her head.

-Seeing so many anime has rotted your brain!- the older one angrily tore up the sheet of paper containing a drawing of him and another young man, completely reversing the expression on his face -now follow the other crazy things you've created- pretended to tear up his other artwork as well.

-NO! My beautiful works of art!- she took them and clutched them to her body as if they were the most valuable things in the whole world, because for her, the illustrations of young people giving each other love and affection were worth more than all the jewels and treasures in the world.

-DADDY, DADDY! Please tell him not to destroy them! PLEASE!- noticing at last the presence of the man of the house, she ran to him for protection, already looking like a scolded puppy and threatening to burst into tears.

-Ok, ok. Tell me what's wrong with you- he hugged her by the shoulders, comforting her like any good father who first asks for the opinion of both points of view before making a decision.

-She's out again with her gay drawings! Now she's drawing me holding hands with Gerald walking through the park- said calming down a bit, the older one crossed his arms and looked at the younger girl with the eyes of a killer about to pounce on his unsuspecting prey.

- "For heaven's sake, not this again..."- rubbing his temples, the father of them and the other boys and girls seen so far began to think of what to say to solve the problem at hand.

-Look, Rachell, I have told you many times before that those illustrations to which you put so much effort and love could be very annoying to the people you take as a basis to make them. When are you going to understand that people in the real world are not like in the series you like so much and to which you have dedicated so many stories and drawings where you make them become a couple overnight?

-I don't understand how he could have a sister with such a filthy mind- the older one only stopped looking at her in a bad way when his cell phone rang and he took it out of his pocket -AH, GERALD! How did you wake up, friend?- miraculously that temper vanished and he came out of the room smiling broadly -Did he really do that? I can't believe it- it seems that he was told something so funny that he laughed a little.

-Go to the movies this afternoon? Of course, no problem! Just let me see if Jésica is available so we can have a double date for... Do you want it to be just the two of us as an outing between friends? Of course, whatever you say. Just let me see what's on the billboard and then...- kept walking and lost his way down the stairs, completely forgetting what happened.

-Will she go alone with Gerald to see a movie? HOW ROMANTIC! I can already visualize what their date will be like...- also completely forgetting about the mishap of a few moments ago, the girl let her imagination fly again to the clouds and went back to her drawing table to do more drawings.

-It looks like this problem took care of itself. Just see that you go downstairs to eat when breakfast is served, daughter- having nothing else to do there, Lincoln withdrew, grimacing with discomfort until he shook his head to get those thoughts out of his mind.

-That's Larry, the oldest of my sons at seventeen, and when my wife and I are not here, he will be in charge of enforcing order in the house with his strong character and keeping the other boys and girls from turning it upside down, or at least, that's what he's supposed to do. But don't be fooled, as tough as he looks on the outside I can proudly say that he learned what it means to be a big brother and take care of the younger brothers and sisters from harm.

-He dreams of being a great wrestling fighter, and by huge twists of fate, his best friend, Gerald with whom he is now talking mime, is the son of my best friend in the whole world, Clyde McBride, with whom he has also lived thousands of crazy adventures as it happened to us when we were young- the nostalgia was in every word.

-The other one is Rachell, she's 13 years old, and she's... how to put it in a subtle way... she's a lover of Japanese anime having all kinds of merchandise about it, I think they call those kind of people Otaku, only she takes it to the next level because she developed a peculiar interest in pairing male characters together with other men in a love relationship.

-The genre given to that kind of relationship is called Yaoi or something like that. There would be nothing wrong with that because everyone has their own personal tastes, the issue is that she takes it to extremes by pairing both anime and cartoon characters and even real world people in hypothetical gay relationships where she believes there is "spark" between two men.

-As it happens with Larry and Gerald because of how close they are, even on one occasion when he happened to find an old photo album from my school when I was a kid and half of my picture was joined with half of a picture of Clyde he immediately made up a story with pictures of us being a couple calling our union "Clyncoln McLoud" saying how cute we would have looked as a couple in those days- thinking of such a possibility made every last corner of his body tingle.

-So you can imagine how upset my oldest son must feel every time he sees one of those drawings where they put him and his best friend as boyfriend and girlfriend, although I don't know, sometimes I think my best friend's son has strong feelings for him because of the way he talks to him and if it were true, Rachell would have a heart attack from the emotion.

-Excuse me, Dad. I'm in a hurry- at a hurried pace, a girl bigger than any of the previous ones, with black hair whose ends are white and wearing thin glasses walked beside him holding a cup of coffee in one hand and several documents in the other, dressed as if she were a secretary -so much to do in so little time...- the stress could be heard in her voice.

-Are you going to leave without breakfast again, Rose? This would be the third day in a row- stopped her by grabbing her shoulder, looking at her with great concern as he noticed a noticeable dark circles under her eyes as a sign of lack of rest -Why don't you stay for breakfast with us today and get some rest before going to high school?

-I don't have time, Dad. I have to finish these reports before the school board meeting and then plan how the spring dance will be every year- wanted to continue on his way, but he put a hand to his forehead and let out a heavy sigh due to the great exhaustion she felt.

-Do you see, daughter? If you keep demanding yourself like this, you won't be able to even take a step out of the house, let alone do all those things. Listen to me and stay for breakfast to recover your energy, remember that a replenished body and mind are much more efficient than a totally worn out one, so you won't make any mistakes- he advised, noticing that she seemed about to faint.

-Ah... okay, okay. Whatever you say, Dad. Just let me file these documents and then I'll be right down.

-It's all right, daughter- satisfied to see that he was using reason, Lincoln resumed his trip to the bathroom to get the things he required to tend to Lewis's broken nose.

-I TOLD YOU TO GIVE IT BACK TO ME!- but just as the young woman was about to go to her room, Laura and Logan pushed past her, causing all her papers to fall and scatter all over the floor.

-LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU CLUMSY PEOPLE! Now I have to organize them again...- grumbling, she began to pick them up to which his father shook his head but laughed.

-This is Rose, who at sixteen is the second oldest of my children. She is the student president of Royal Woods High School, which entails great responsibilities. She fits the bill as she is very intelligent, responsible and has great leadership skills and is the second in command when my partner and I are not here and I am very proud of her as well.

-The problem is that she lets herself be absorbed too easily by this position, neglecting many aspects of her life, including her family and her own well-being, so she must be reminded from time to time of her true priorities and not become one of those workaholics who let her job suck the life out of her.

-Although I have no doubt that someday she will become a great businesswoman or honest politician who will make a difference in this world that needs people like her who put so much dedication to what they do for the welfare of others.

-LINCOLN, BOYS, GIRLS, BREAKFAST IS ALMOST READY! Come down and eat- a woman's voice announced from the second floor, and in less than the blink of an eye, the young people who had been fighting over banalities came down the stairs to take their seats at the table.

Lincoln stood still for a moment counting them one at a time to make sure they were all down noting that a few were missing.

-¡RÁFA, LIONEL! Didn't you hear that breakfast is going to be served?- he diverted his course to another room and knocked three times on the door, having to open it when he received no answer.

-Are they still sleeping? It's too late for them to...

As soon as he put his first foot inside, a rope wrapped around that same foot, pulling him upwards and leaving him upside down, and other ropes wrapped around his body, leaving him completely immobilized and with no possibility of freeing himself.

-STOP THERE! Who are you?! What do you want from me?! Who sent you?! You came to kidnap me?!

On the other side of the room, coming out from behind a bed that was turned upside down to form a makeshift wall, a boy whose hair could not be seen because of an aluminum cap he is wearing approached him holding a spear made of pencils and markers to keep his distance by touching his face a few times as if to corroborate that it was not a mask.

-Rafa... don't start with your crazy stuff. I'm Lincoln, your father. Get me down from here and go have breakfast before you're late- anyone else would be scared if they were in the same position, but he was taking it very calmly, or rather, with a lot of annoyance.

-NO, NO, NO! You could be a spy who got rid of my father and usurped his place to observe and collect information about my family and then also get rid of us and replace us with other spies who will live our lives to watch our friends and then replace them too and so on until everyone in Royal Woods has been replaced by impostors who will gradually spread to the rest of the world, OH HOLY HEAVEN!- the way he said this was so fast that it was almost impossible to understand him and he began to look hurriedly from one side to the other as if there were hidden cameras around.

-"He forgot to take his meds again"- Lincoln thought, already very annoyed -Okay, okay. I'll tell you something that only your father really knows about you and that no one else in this world, not even in this family, knows. Secretly you watch the My Little Pony series and you have hidden a stuffed animal that you took away from Rita that you sleep with every night and...

-SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!- the boy silenced him by putting both hands to his mouth again, looking in all directions -Sorry, Dad. IF I KNEW IT WAS YOU, I NEVER WOULD HAVE SET THIS TRAP! It's just that I...well...and you know.

-Yes, yes. I understand, don't worry, could you put me down now?- not wanting to embarrass him in any way, he asked him to release him only to end up crashing face first into the floor when the boy cut the rope that held his foot -Did you forget to take your pills or you just didn't want to take them?- questioned standing up and rubbing his face.

-I was going to take them, Dad... but in a book I read that it is through them that the aliens copy our D.N.A to make replicas of us to replace us with as I just told you and thus repopulate the world with our clones with which...- when he spoke again in such a hurry, he made his father roll his eyes and scratch the back of his neck.

-This is Rafa, eleven years old. Let's say he suffers from a certain hyperactivity that makes him hallucinate and believe in things that do not exist, and as you may have deduced by now, he is very paranoid and distrustful of everything and everyone, even his own family. He must take medication to keep those delusions under control or else... you see what he is capable of doing and those books of various conspiracies do not help him to clear his mind of crazy and aberrant thoughts.

-... and when they replace all the people in the world with the copies they created, THEY WILL GIVE THEIR MASTER STRIKE BY TAKING ALL THE WORLD AND KNOWLEDGE WE HAVE, ASSIMILATING IT BY BECOMING MORE LETHAL THAN THEY ALREADY ARE AND THEN EXPANDING THEIR WAVE OF TERROR THROUGHOUT THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE AND FINALLY...- the boy continued raving.

-Relax, Rafa, Relax. You'd better go downstairs and eat the delicious food your mother prepares so you stop having all that nonsense in your head, is that all right?- patted his head a couple of times to get him to control himself –but, where is Lionel?- until now realized that only they were there.

-Lionel? OH! he just got up earlier to go to the library and do some reading. Wait... Do you think he was...?!- Rafa immediately clutched the sides of her head, fearing the worst of the worst.

-NO, NO, NO! You know very well how much he loves books. It's not like he's been kidnapped and replaced with a copy or something- Lincoln held his hands and pushed them away to keep those thoughts away -go to breakfast now, and please, for the love of God, don't start mistrusting your brothers and sisters like that and accuse them of being spies or clones or impostors. Many of them already have their own problems so early in the day.

As the paranoid little guy left hugging himself looking slowly from right to left as if machine guns were going to come out of the walls to turn him into a sieve, Lincoln let out another heavy sigh before heading downstairs and into the house library that was away from the dining room and the living room where he was previously quietly reading the newspaper.

There are several columns of books that almost formed a fort surrounding a small figure sitting on the floor reading with admirable concentration one with the title: "MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF ANCIENT SOUTH AMERICA" slowly turning each page without blinking even once having his gaze completely fixed on the words immortalized on paper that offered tons of emotions.

-Lionel, it's time for breakfast- Lincoln approached the sender, who in truth was the smallest of the youngsters having the same physical characteristics, he continued to focus on his reading as if his mind had left his body -¿Son?- placing a hand on his shoulder he startled him, making him almost drop the book from his hands, raising his head to look at it.

-Oh, it's you, Dad. Good morning- he greeted in a dull and not at all cheerful tone as he removed the headphones that had prevented him from hearing him -How did you wake up?- returned his eyes to the book as if to say that he didn't care about her presence.

-Very well, Thank to God. Why are you here all alone? Couldn't you sleep well because of Rafa's paranoid comments?- Lincoln sat down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

-No, Dad. It's just that I wasn't very sleepy, and as everyone was still asleep, I came to read a little here in the library to pass the time without being interrupted; though it's not as if anyone would even bother to go and see how I am- the father of all the boys and girls in the house opened his eyes enormously on hearing such words coming out of his mouth.

-Don't say things like that, son. You may have been somewhat neglected by your older brothers and sisters lately, but remember that we are a family and all members of a family care for and support each other in one way or another. Never forget that, understand?- he pulled him close to her body, putting her head against his to transmit the warmth and family love that he so urgently needed at that very moment.

-If you say so... is that sometimes I feel like the unwanted one in the story who has to go through a whole odyssey to win the appreciation of his family and fellow men, as has happened to many characters in different literary works and fantasy stories- closing the book abruptly, he stood up, cracking his neck and yawned to adjust his big square glasses and leave the library, not noticing the anguished look that the white-haired man gave him.

-And last but not least, Lionel, who for now is the youngest of my children at five years old. Don't misjudge him and don't think he's a sourpuss, it's just that lately he's been feeling displaced by a certain issue that I'll show you later.

-He loves to read, as you may have noticed by now, and his favorite literary genres are fantasy and adventure. He was always fascinated by the stories I told him before bedtime, dreaming of being one of the protagonists of those tales, like any other child his age... it brings back so many memories.

With all his children gathered in the dining room, he went to the kitchen where a black-haired woman of clearly Latin American descent with a large pregnant belly was preparing something in a frying pan, happily humming a song and being helped by Lewis, who, even with a broken nose, was also singing, only with a bland tone, carrying the plates of food to the table.

-Well, until you finally deign to show up here, loser- was the "loving" greeting she gave him when she saw him.

-You know that I must take advantage of every second of peace that comes my way to relax and clear my mind of life's problems, honey- not being offended in any way, he hugged her so that they could kiss with all the love in the world; Lewis, upon seeing that, let out an "OH!" with sheepish eyes.

-How did my future Lincoln Jr. wake up?- bent down and placed an ear against the woman's belly, rubbing it, receiving a kick from the inside in response -that's my boy- placed a tender brotherly kiss there.

-Don't get your hopes up, honey. You know that if it turns out to be a girl, her name will be Ronnie Jr.- she rubbed her stomach with both hands, thinking about what her life will be like when she brings this new blessing into the world.

-This is my wife, Ronnie Anne, to whom I have been happily married for almost eighteen years. Those of you who know me will know very well that the beginning of our relationship was not the most traditional or orthodox, but as the years went by and we overcame various obstacles, we were able to form the happy and colorful family you have just seen.

-She is more than eight months pregnant and in any of these days she could give birth. You don't know how excited that makes us, but that's what bothers Lionel, because he will no longer be the youngest and he will think that all the attention will fall on his new brother or sister and he will be left aside.

-That happens to many children their age, and their older siblings were no exception at the time, but over time, they realized that no matter how many more children are part of the family, they will never be left out or treated as lesser.

Healing his son's nose "Special" helped them put the last plates of food on the table.

His other descendants, while waiting, passed the time doing some foolish things.

Larry was still talking animatedly on his cell phone with his best friend, not doing his part to keep order among the other Loud boys, which motivated Rachell to continue with his drawings.

Rose had an expression of great stress as she was going through the papers she had barely managed to organize being in total contrast to Lionel at her side who calmly resumed his reading having again that cold and emotionless expression.

Laura went back to meditating, being one of the few people there to remain calm and without making any noise, still trying to find Eternal Enlightenment or Nirvana, completely ignoring Logan's claims from the other side of the table, who threatened to blow her head off with his Nerf machine gun.

Rick and Rita also had their own disagreements continuing their childish debate over whether an action figure was a toy that should be used and not kept touching on the themes that have been seen in the Toy Story movies and the lessons that these have left with those themes.

Finally, Rafa nervously held his silverware still looking from one side to the other wondering how it was possible that such a large family could exist and totally out of the average standards and also questioning how likely it is that a woman can give birth to so many children without collapsing from the enormous effort of so many deliveries being something more like a product of some crazy mind in charge of creating the craziest family for some kind of program in order to entertain some kind of viewer.

-SILENCE!- only Ronnie's powerful voice was enough to make everyone stop making noise and remain judicious -let us pray -Lincoln helped her to sit down so that everyone held hands and bowed their heads keeping their eyes closed -God, we thank you for this food and because we are together as a family and please allow us to continue together for many more years in spite of the mishaps…

-That's all it takes to keep things calm if all else fails. Nothing beats a direct order from my wife to calm the waters and get everyone to behave- Lincoln opened one eye but still kept his head bowed in prayer.

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-... until it's time to take them to school and they make a fuss inside Vanzilla again. The same vehicle that my father used to take me and my sisters and that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family- he continued speaking from behind the wheel of the family van where his children were once again making a fuss that would break even a saint's patience.

-PAY ME THE AFICHE YOU RUINED!- demanded a still annoyed Logan to Laura who continued to ignore his complaints by saying things like money and material possessions come and go and that feeling good about yourself is the only way to be truly fulfilled and satisfied.

-I told you I wouldn't lend you my Darth Vader 1 in 10 scale figure for your silly little princess games and make him the bad guy! He's too complex a character to be lowered to that level- Rick and Rita also continued their disagreements.

-I can't wait to get my own car so I never have to deal with this circus every time I have to go to high school or when I want to go for a ride with my friends...- pleaded an irritated Larry trying to talk on his cell phone.

-So they could be alone with Gerald without being interrupted?- Rachell asked, arching a mischievous eyebrow.

-Yes, exactly. So that I can always... no, wait a second, SHUT UP, RACHELL!- the Yaoist started laughing out loud before taking a notebook to make a story based on that.

-… 38... 39... eh... What was next after 39? - wanted to know Lewis who had been counting the cars he saw from his window for entertainment.

-The 40- answered Rafa who was sitting between him and Rose with that nervous look on his face again -Do you know how many car accidents happen every day all over the world? What if we are part of one? OH HOLY GOD! If an old van like this one full of so many people had an accident...- began to bite his nails at the thought of it.

-Would you please be quiet? I'm trying to concentrate- asked Rose, who at no time was separated from her important papers, now doing some equations with a calculator.

-Ah...- Lionel just sighed, if he managed to keep his concentration on his reading.

-It's amazing how much patience Mom and Dad had when they had to drive me and my sisters to school every day. Who said a parent's life is easy? But as I once heard a long time ago but can't remember where: "I'd never trade it"- laughing and humming ironically, Lincoln put the car in gear so he could free himself, if only for a few hours, from the enormous responsibility of caring for so many boys and girls.

Chapter one originally completed in Spanish on 07/22/2019.

Translated into English on Wattpad on 07/22/21.

Published in Wednobel on 08/27/2021.

I hope you liked the translation of my first TLH fic into English. Please keep in mind that this is the first time I translate any of my stories, so please bear with me if I made any mistakes or if there is something that is not well understood.

So answering the question above about why I am translating my first story about this cartoon, it is because it is an experiment to see if I can expand my horizons even more and not limit myself to doing stories only in Spanish, as I have done so far in this fandom, as well as in the South Park and Dragon Ball Z fandoms of the past.

Also because not long ago, I came across a group on Facebook where they hire different writers and they asked me to join their group after they saw my work, so I wasn't going to miss an opportunity like that, although the main problem is that they only accepted stories in English and that's why I made this translation that I'll send them in the hope that they will like it.

Another reason why I translated this story is because it is two years today since I published it in Spanish and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to translate it.

Well, that's all for today. I don't know when I will translate the other chapters of this fic and other stories I own both from The Loud House and other series, but I hope to do it soon; so until next time and wish me luck ;D