"Soulmates"

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July 4th

The sound of crashing, popping, and squealing fireworks blew up in the night sky.

Adam and the rest of the family sat on lush green grass, watched.

Spitfire, Cindy, and Chocolate ran quickly

sparklers in hand,

laughing and chasing each other,

it was a joy-filled evening for the family.

Brooke sat next to Adam,

They had a large barbeque, so a delicious platter sat between them.

"This is great," Brooke says politely. she had a large dress on, almost southern bell-like, and a hat that matched,

laced gloves,

and an umbrella.

Adam nods

"Very good." He smiles

"Thank you, cooking for the family can be a stressful job,

how can I repay you?"

"Oh Adam, No need to repay me,

I love this family,

it was me being nice towards your loved ones" Brooke smiles.

"You're My family. " Adam says, placing his hand on Brookes.

Brooke smiles, her cheeks lighting up "I know." She says simply.

That Night (Later)

"Bedtime Spitfire," Adam says, peeking around the door,

Spitfire was still hyper from the night out

"SPITFIRE!!!." Adam shouts.

Spitfire heard his scream.

"Sorry Cindy, Chocolate,

We can hang tomorrow." he says with a frown.

"Dad wants me."

"Awww," Cindy says, hugging Spitfire sadly.

"Too bad your dad is a drag."

Spitfires face changes "dad is not a drag," He says sternly,

starring coldly towards Cindy

Chocolate watched

"I got to go now, see you tomorrow," he says and turns away running upstairs.

"Boy... where were you?" Adam asked, straightening the bed.

"Dad, I was playing," Spitfires says blankly.

"Get to bed now," Adam says, pointing that way.

Spitfire followed and covered up.

Adam shook his head, finished, and went to bed himself.

Morning...

"Time to get up, Spit," Adam says, opening the blinds.

Spitfire opened his tired eyes "D-dad I don't want to go." He wept.

"Not my problem, you're going anyways, now get up," Adam says.

Spitfire grumbled and crawled out of bed,

Adam put him in Dance class, which was very strict on a six-year-old boy,

it was three hours every day and became annoying for Spitfire, as he wanted to play with Cindy and Chocolate.

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