Divine Intervention vol 3

Chapter 11 Grouch

Diane entered the kitchen the following morning and saw her sisters and her three children having breakfast. "Morning everyone." She says in a depressing tone as she pulls one of the chairs from beneath the edge of the counter and sat down slowly.

At once Gavin and Gabriela stops what they were doing, ran over to her, and hug her. "Good morning mother," Gavin says with a warm smile that reminds her of his father. Gabriela was busy trying to wrap her small arms around her mother's midsection while pressing her ear to her mom's stomach. "It's a little too early for that Gabby," Gavin says shaking his head at his twin, she scowls at him but didn't move.

Jasmine however didn't move and Diane forced a smile as she kissed the twin's cheeks. "Would you like some breakfast mother?" Gavin asks, his beautiful blue eyes full of concern for her. She looks down at him with a warm smile, he had his father's eyes, and he's going to be a force to be reckoned with. She thought nodding at him.

"I would love some." She ruffles his soft brown curls which were a mixture of her Jamaican heritage and his father's Italian lily white-blond hair, which he had dyed brown, thank god for that, his blond hair and blue eyes were just too much for her to handle.

Jasmine rolls her eyes which didn't go unnoticed by Gabriela who fixed her sister with a dark frown. "Not because you're a grouch means we have to be." She says taking a cup from the table and giving it to her aunt to put hot chocolate in for her mother while Gavin heaps eggs, sausages, and pancakes on a plate.

"I can manage, thank you." Was his reply when his aunt Dana try to assist him. With steady hands, he walks toward his mother carrying the breakfast plate. "I'm the man of the house until my father returns home, and it's my duty to care for my mother." He says his tone firm as he places the plate before his mom. "Thank you, son." She nods with tears in her eyes.

Those words coming from the mouth of a nine-year-old would have people looking at him strangely but they had already established the fact that Gavin was no normal nine year old and the fact that he was the spitting image of his father only made him more unique.

"Enjoy your breakfast mother, Gabriela and I have some bookwork to finish, we don't want to fall back in class because we missed a few days." He says taking his sister's hand and leading her from the kitchen. "Freak." Jasmine snorts as he was passing her. He stops as if to say something but changes his mind and continues on his way.

"Are you alright Jasmine?" Diane asks trying to make conversation with her eldest daughter, without saying anything her sisters walk from the kitchen before Jasmine could answer. Jasmine snorts in disgust and glares at her mother and through clenched teeth ground out. "My father is lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life and it's all your fault, so no, I'm not alright." She growls before getting up and storming from the kitchen leaving Diane alone with her untouched plate of food.

Jasmine was stomping up the stairs when Gavin who was sitting at the top of the stairs got up and walks slowly down towards her. She tried stepping around him but he keep blocking her path. "What's your problem?" She snaps at him. "Your attitude stinks and it's not helping anyone, it's only making the situation worst, our father would be so disappointed in how you're treating our mother." His voice was calm and firm as he narrows his now dark blue eyes at her.

When he was happy his blue eyes would sparkle but when he was upset they would become as dark as a stormy sea, just as they were now. She had never seen her father express his anger verbally but his eyes always reveals his emotions. Gavin was like a mini version of her father and she really didn't like that.

"Why don't you do us all a favor and learn to forgive." he stand firm before her, his small arms folded across his chest and his feet apart, just as her dad would do when he was scolding them. "Stop that! Stop acting like dad." but he just shakes his head at her angry words.

"I don't need to act Jasmine, I'm my father's son and the first heir of this family." He said his voice proud, strong, and firm, a voice that was well beyond his years. "And even though our father didn't put you in mother's tummy, he did adopt you which makes you the first heiress of this family, maybe you should start acting like it." turning on his heels he heads back up the stairs.

At any other time she would have shut him up with an insulting remark, scream at him or push him aside but for some reason this time she didn't or couldn't, all she could do was stare in amazement at his retreating back. The firmness and authority in his voice were astonishing.

And to make matters worst, he was right. She thought slamming her door shut. Her attitude really wasn't helping anyone and being angry all the time was so exhausting. She wanted so much to not be angry at her mother but after everything that she has done. Grabbing her phone from her pocket she dials Scott's number, and he answers on the second ring. "How am I supposed to just forgive and move on? Dad is still in a coma and no one knows if he will ever wake up." She growls into the phone before he could say anything.

"Go on, get it off your chest." He said calmly. "Despite the overwhelming efforts of the doctors he still won't wake up or doesn't want to wake up. What my mother said and did to him on that day played a big part in what happened to him but I know daddy and I know that he would be very upset with my attitude towards her because he is very strict when it comes to respecting your parents." She huffs.

"Exodus 20 vs 12: honor your father and your mother so that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you." He says. "I know, I know and the last thing I want is to upset my dad or God but try as I may I can't seem to shake this anger...

my mother has changed so much, she has become this selfish, spiteful, insulting, proud, and boastful person, I'm so ashamed of her and I can't stand to be around her, I'm only here because of my brother and sister." She growls. "Great, now I'm even angrier than I was before I began speaking to you." She snorts grabbing her school bag off her bed."

thank you for reading

Children obey your parents in everything for this

pleases the Lord

(Colossians 3 vs 20)