Theif 3

Chapter 3

I got out the shower, went to our room, and got dressed. After getting dressed, I went to check if there were any bullet holes in Wesley's walls, I don't want him cold tonight.

Fortunately his room was untouched.

Sighing, I walked towards the stairs, and I could already hear the blaring jazz music, which wasn't something unusual in this house. With as different Nash and I have music taste, Wesley found a music we could agree upon. And Wesley loves it, he has since he was a smaller baby, specifically Frank Sinatra.

On his first birthday, Nash got Wes, Frank Sinatra's 1954 album and I can't say I go many days without hearing it.

"Hey now!" Frank sang, as Nash mouthed the words and pointing at me, "I'm so in love!"

Nash came closer to me and grasped my hands swaying to the beat, and at the last trumpet sound, I jerked from him. I turned off the radio, and looked towards Wes.

"Wes, honey, it's time to go night night."

He whined, "Mommy!"

I sigh knowing that this would be yet another argument with him, the same one I have every night. Not that it's a difficult one where he throws a temper tantrum. Luckily, I was gifted to have a child who rarely has one. I hated this argument because I know how much he despises going to bed, and doesn't understand why, but he does it just because I want him to.

He does most of what I want him to, I think it's mostly because of how much he looks up to his father, and he never really sees Nash and I argue, not because we don't, we do often, it's because we always wait until he's not around.

"Honey, you have to sleep if you want to grow. Don't you want to be as tall as me?" I ask.

"No." He answered. "I be tall like daddy!"

I bent over, picking him up, "Well honey, you have to sleep if you want to be tall like him too."

I heard Nash mumble, but couldn't quite make out the words, something along the lines of, "Oh, so now I exist."

I ignored him while he fellow behind us for our usual tuck in with Wes.

After I kissed Wesley's cheek, he was still discussing the topic of sleeping making you grow. "Why I no grow then? I sleep every night!"

"It takes time." I explain.

"Plus," Nash says leaning down and kissing the small boy's cheek, "You never take naps."

Wesley crosses his arms and looks as if he's thinking hard, "Hmm. I take more naps, I grow more?"

"Yup!" Nash answered, popping the "p".

Wesley nodded, "I take more naps."

"Right on! Goodnight little man."

"Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy. I love you."

"Love you." Nash and I both said before exiting the room.

Just as Nash was going to shut the door, you hear a tiney voice cry out, "Daddy!"

Immediately Nash opened the door, looking into the room. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Leave the door open."

"Ohh." Nash nodded. "Sorry."

I watched while Nash smiles, and finally looks up to me. I begin to walk down the hall and we are now making it down the stairs.

"You really think he's going to take naps now?" He ask.

I ignore him. I've planned to do this for the rest of the night, but when my foot left the last step, I feel an arm pull me back, and I was then corned by him and the wall.