Beautiful Boy

kids

six years later...

amara haven-sheff

"Evelyn!" I called.

She came running into the lounge where I was sitting with James, feeding him.

"Where's daddy, sweetheart?" I asked.

She shrugged, "I dunno."

I chuckled, "Can you find him for mummy?"

She nodded excitedly and ran off, calling out for Nic.

She was only two years old, but she was already a chatterbox and loved running around.

James was our second baby, he was about five months old.

After James pulled away, I slipped my the sleeve of my shirt back on and sat him up.

I kissed his head and he grabbed my finger with his little hand.

Evelyn returned to the room, dragging Nic behind her.

"You called?" He teased, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss my head.

"Can you let Pats out for me? He's been staring at the balcony for ages," I asked.

"Of course," he pecked my forehead again, then went to let Patronus out onto the balcony.

We didn't live very high in our apartment building in the scale of things.

The building was a total of twenty-eight stories high, we were on the nineteenth floor.

We had talked about moving back to Sausalito, or even to Oakland, but we were happy in our apartment.

I heard my cell ringing, so I reached to grab it off of the coffee table, keeping one arm around James.

I answered and held it to my ear.

"Hey, Amara, how's it going?" Elena's voice came through the speaker.

"I'm good, what about you? How's Mark?" I asked.

"We're good," she replied, "How are the kids?"

"They're good," I smiled.

I felt Nic put a hand on my shoulder and kiss my head again, "I'm gonna go back to work."

"Okay," I agreed quietly, leaning back to look at him.

"Hi, Nic!" Elena said loudly through the phone.

"Hey, Elena," he chuckled.

I giggled.

"Love you," he said, pecking my lips.

"Love you," I replied.

"Who's that?" Evelyn asked, pointing at my phone.

"Aunty Elena," I responded, she climbed onto the couch next to me.

"Hey, so I have next week off work and I was thinking of driving up to San Francisco," Elena said.