LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

"Alright, did you two brush your teeth?" I murmured, pulling the lush comforter across Caleb's chest as I tuck, he and his brother in for the night. 

We've tried to give them their own rooms time and time again, but they've decided to stay together each attempt.  Twin thing I guess, but I'm sure they'll grow out of that logic the older they get, despite the fact that their space is huge.

"I did ma, but Caleb didn't." Colin revealed as I rose from his side and went over to his brother on the opposite side. 

"Nu Uh, He lying." He belted before I even got there, which lets me know off top that his ass is lying. 

"Caleb Lyon." I hissed, posted at the side of his bed and staring him directly in the eyes, "Open up and let me see." I instructed and of course he hasn't brushed his damn teeth.

I thumped him upside his forehead, "Get ya butt up, go in there, and brush them teeth little boy." He slid out of the bed, then trotted towards the bathroom, and got to work, "And you better quit with that lying mess Caleb, telling the truth will always get you further with me. Understand?" I scolded while posted up against the wall next to the boy's bathroom as my youngest finished up. 

"Yes mama. I'm sorry, I just didn't feel like doing it before and I didn't wanna get in trouble." He confessed, wiping his mouth after gargling, then jumping back into his bed and beneath the covers.

Colin is the older twin by three minutes, and despite their many similarities, he and Caleb are so very different. 

I feel like Colin's more like me, very levelheaded, straight to the point, cool under pressure, but not to be crossed. Caleb on the other hand is very much like Lucious. I always have to keep my eyes on him, he's devious, blunt, and stays getting into something. He says what's on his mind no matter who's around, with no regard for anybody's feelings.

Pulling the comforter up around him, I kissed his little waiting lips. "Goodnight, mama." He whispered while shifting onto his side as I went over and kissed Colin as well. Flicking off their main light, only the dim shining of their night lights shined from within the darkness while I made my way towards the door. 

"Goodnight, my babies." I muttered, creeping through the wooden frame connecting their space with the rest of the house and gently pulling the door up until it was slightly cracked in the process.

God, I have no idea what I ever did to be this lucky. Blessed can't even begin to describe how life's been treating Lucious and I over these past couple of years. 

Sure, all three of me and my husband's "Mid-Life Crisis Babies" as my three oldest love to jokingly call them, keep us on our toes but I wouldn't trade a second of this life for anything in the world.

Sauntering through the quiet halls of the mansion I approached the main staircase and headed down towards the kitchen for a bottle of water. I smiled, thinking back on the free style battle the twins put on for me earlier while they dressed following their showers.

I have to admit that they're both talented, but that damn Caleb is truly musically gifted just like his father. Caleb may be even more musically inclined than Mal or Keem, but the thing that worries me the most about him are the ever-present hints of Bi-Polar Disorder shining through bits and pieces of his personality. 

My ignorance when first learning about Dre being ill, prompted me to do a deep dive in order to better understand him.  Thus with Caleb, I've noticed small things early on. He acts out a lotta times for no reason. Does things without thinkin' or cops and attitude about the smallest little situation, then goes into a deep funk.  Then there are times when he's bouncing off the walls and in such a great mood, you'd think he was on something.