Our Happy Ending? [#2]

eighteen

[UNEDITED][JASON]

        “Damien. I swear—“

        “You shouldn’t swear. Swearing is bad,” Damien replied and there he was, that sarcastic little shit who really knew how to push all my buttons.

        OK. He’s a six. That was a little harsh but he’s really beginning to piss me off and I cannot be dealing with this.

        Erin decided that she was going to go out with a couple of people thus leaving me to babysit the kids. Now Amanda had been no trouble, just as I knew she would be, but Damien on the other hand, he was intent on seeing just how many of my buttons he could push in a short amount of time.

        “If you don’t go to bed then you’re going to spend the entire day in the house doing nothing tomorrow,” I stated. It was taking a lot not to lose my temper with him because I knew he was doing it on purpose. He would tell me that he liked me and tell me we were friends, and then he would go and do something like this which reminds of why he’s a child of Satan.

        “Oo. I am so scared,” Damien replied and I am sure he was doing this on purpose. I don’t even know where he got this attitude from because I was pretty sure his mother wasn’t anything like this and, if she was, she managed to keep it well hidden from the outside world.

        “I thought you wanted to go to the amusement park tomorrow?” I hoped this would work but I wasn’t holding my breath, not with the mood he was in right now. I could threaten him with a trip to a torture chamber and he would still laugh in my face about it.

        “Only if you’re not going,” Damien shrugged. I could feel my patience wearing thin now and I had my fingers crossed that Erin would be back any moment now, especially since it was now half eleven and she hadn’t really ever one to stay out late; unless she was with me and then we would stay out as long as we wanted.

        We would act like teenagers all over again and enjoy ourselves like it was only the two of us in the world. We had done most things from partying in nightclubs until they closed to drinking on a park bench drinking wine from the bottle to walking hand in hand down the street as the sun rose in the morning to even making snow angels at five in the morning while it was still snowing.

        “Oh. I won’t be going. And neither will you,” I muttered.

        “Hm. I still think your car needs some paint,” Damien said and I could see he was actually in thought about that comment. He was actually considering the option of throwing more paint around my car and I wasn’t going to let that happen, I would rather die than let him anything to do with paint and my car at the same time.

        “I still think you need to go to bed. If you don’t then Santa Clause won’t leave you any presents.”

        “I’m not stupid Jason. Santa is just mummy. I saw her last year,” Damien grinned proudly and I was officially out of ideas. I threw myself down on the sofa and my head rolled back slightly, my eyes closing for a moment as I released a sigh while running my hands through my hair in frustration.

        I was so tired and all I wanted was for Damien to actually go to bed. We had a long day planned for tomorrow and he was going to be too tired to do anything while I was going to be too tired to even get us there. At this rate we were going to end up staying at home and it would all be because of one hyperactive child who decided sleep was for the weak.

         “Why don’t you want to go to sleep?” I muttered when I felt Damien climbing on the sofa beside me and then sitting himself on my lap.

        “I’m not tired,” he shrugged and then put his thumb in his mouth so I knew that he was tired, he was simply being a stubborn six year old who didn’t want to do as he was being told.

        “Please try and sleep. Jason has to go to sleep too otherwise Jason won’t be driving us to where we’re going,” I muttered. I could feel himself getting comfortable on my lap and I wrapped one arm around him while the other remained covering my face.

        Praise the Lord. He is finally going to sleep. Hallelujah.

        Perhaps I was acting a little too happy but after running around for over three hours in an attempt to get him to sleep, I was relieved that he was actually attempting to go to sleep now and that he was doing as I had told him to do. I still wished he was like Amanda when it came to bed times though, it would be so much simpler and I wouldn’t have to worry about any of this.

        “Can you take me to bed Jason?” Damien asked through a yawn.

        Damn. I thought you would never freakin’ ask. I might have to go to Church this weekend to personally thank the Lord for giving me this peace and allowing me the opportunity to actually get some sleep.

        “Sure. Let’s go,” I managed to smile as I stood up and rested Damien on my hip, his head quickly falling to my shoulder as he closed his eyes and continued to suck his thumb, his other arm wrapping itself around my neck as I took the walk upstairs to where he was sharing a room with Amanda.

        When I pushed the door open she was fast asleep with ‘Tangled’ playing in the background. Her blonde hair was covering her face a little and her covers were now on the floor from where she had moved so much while asleep. The image made me smile to myself and I reminded myself that I was going to have to spend some time with her when we got home tomorrow.

        I hadn’t done anything with her just her in a while and I was actually missing the time I spent alone with her. She would always tell me how amazing I was and how much she loved me for spending time with her, something I hadn’t heard her say in a while – I will have to make sure Erin keeps Damien in check for a couple of hours because I don’t want anything to interfere with the time I spend my niece. Even if we do end up having a two hour conversation about Disney and how wonderful it was, especially all the princesses.

        “Night night Jason,” Damien mumbled as I put him on the bed and pulled his covers over him, making sure his teddy was tucked in with him because I had been warned how he could get if he woke up without it in the middle of the night.

        “Night Damien,” I smiled to myself as I walked round to Amanda’s side of the bed and moved her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear so that it was out of the way. I then picked her covers up off the floor and put them off her, ensuring her Elsa doll was there with her too, she would scream blue murder if that doll disappeared from view.

        "I love you Princess," I whispered to Amanda and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head.

        I walked over to the TV and switched it off, giving one last look at the two sleeping children and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Erin and I ever had children. I knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park but I loved her and there’s no one I would want to be the mother of my children more than her.

        I then closed the door and headed into the room which I shared with Erin, stripping everything off and then climbing into bed. My last thoughts being of what my children would actually look like.