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AWAY
JOBE WAS AWAY on international break for a couple of days but it seemed like that had taken a toll on our 3-yr-old boy who had been upset and missing his dad.
"aw, honey" i gently stroke my youngest son's hair as he nuzzles into my shoulder, sniffling. "i know, i know, daddy's away but he's coming back really soon, I promise."
Noah shakes his head. "but I want him now!" He complains, tears falling down his adorable cheeks. "don't cry baby, he's just busy right now." You say, trying to ease his worries.
"he's just left yesterday, but he'll be back in a few days, don't cry noah" i repeated.
"but I want him now!" Noah wails, sobbing into my shoulder. He clings to me, desperate for his father's return.
"noah..." i sigh, feeling his tears soak my shirt. "you wanna call him? i think he should be free now"
Noah's expression brightens. "Really?" He asks, his voice quivering, I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Let's try, okay?" i say, reaching for my phone.
"Maybe he'll pick up," i say softly, dialing the number.
"daddy?" he croaks at the phone, his soft hand gripping the corner of my phone.
"hi noah" Jobe speaks through the phone, ruffling in the background showing that he might not be alone, maybe with a few teammates. "you okay, baby?"
"noo, i miss you, daddy" he whines, sniffling a few times more.
"im sorry, noah, promise ill be back soon, hm?" he spoke affectionately, a few yells could be heard in the background.
"but... where are you? maybe mama could drive me there?" he suggests hopefully, looking up at me, his eyes sparkling due to the tears that blurred his vision.
"not how it works, baby" jobe says, his heart softening at the sounds of his son. "i'm a few hours away by plane" he explained, but noah's whimpering grew more. "ill be back soon, noah, promise." he continued trying to assure him.I caressed noah's curls as he used his palm to dry his tears.
"hi jobe" i spoke up.
Jobe's eyes dart to the phone, recognizing my voice. "hi, beautiful" he smiles widely at the screen though i couldn't see him but it slowly fades when he hears our son crying. "noah?"
"someone seems to miss you too much" i rub his back, placing a kiss on his forehead. "noah, i got you to talk to papa, still not enough?"
Noah's crying quickly lessens, his sobs slowly transitioning into a few sniffles as he tries to calm down to speak. "daddy..." he speaks slowly, and it takes him a few seconds before he can ask. "when are you coming back?"
I lifted noah onto my lap, as he took my phone, grasping it with both hands then clicking on the camera icon.
Jobe's expression softens even more upon seeing his son through the phone. "I'll be back in a few days, okay?" jobe says, to which noah slowly nods his head. "you better take care if mommy, okay?" he continues, making Noah giggle and nod in agreement.
