Theif 3

Chapter 5

Nash's POV

I wake up to a slap in the face.

"Ow, Wesley, stop, daddy has a headache!" I beg him.

"Mommy told me wake you up. She said hit as hard as I can." He tells me.

I let out a groan.

As much as I know I deserve this, I really don't want to put up with what ever she has planned to punish me.

"Daddy was stupid lastnight." I say covering my head.

"What you do?" He ask, crawling on top of me, laying his head on my chest.

"I didn't listen to your mom."

"How-"

He stopped speaking when there was a sudden piercing loud noise ringing in my ears.

The both of us jump up, looking at the door to see Babe holding two pots in her hand that she just got done banging.

"Ow! Mommy!" Wesley shrieks, covering one ear.

"Ooh, baby," I say covering Wes' mouth, "Don't talk loud, okay?"

"No Wesley," Babe says, "Its okay to scream, there's a monster down stairs!"

Wesley giggles, "No there not!"

She smiles at him, "I know, only an idiot would think so!"

I sigh, "Honey I know. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, when I don't have this headache."

"Or you could just lis-"

I cut her off before she could finish her sentence, jumping out of bed. I was heading for the bathroom, but Babe hands me the big pot in her hand.

I threw up, in her favourite pan. Now I really owe her.

She sighs, "Are you okay?" She ask.

I moan in response.

She takes the pot from me. "Go lay down... Wesley, get away from your stupid dad."

"No problem!" Wes exclaims crawling our the bed as I get in. "Pee-you!"

Regardless of me feeling like complete shit, I smile.

I don't know what I would do without the two of them. They are both my pride and joy. I love them more than life itself. They complete me.

Babe's POV

"Baby, I'm sorry." He tells me after taking the medicine I gave him.

"Shut up. I'm mad at you." I tell him.

"That's not fair." He huffs, "When ever you're mad at me, you make me sad for hours before you forgive me. When ever I'm mad at you, you cry after ten minutes and I feel bad and forgive you."

She shrugs, "It makes up for the time of you being a complete ass when we first met."

Babe's POV

He lets out a sigh, leaning back against the board of the bed frame. "I don't want to do this today. What can I do?"

"Listen to me the first time."

"We went to the bar! What do you expect me to do?"

"You can go out and have a few drinks with out getting drunk, Nash." I declare. "When ever you go out, I let you. Never do I tell you can't. Sure there's been a couple times I haven't felt well and requested that you stay home. I never go out Nash. Never. I am always with Wes. So when I say 'Don't get drunk' I expect you not to get drunk."