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17

'Archie and Austin James, get yourselves up!' Lucia shouted as she walked into their bedroom, fully dressed at 6 on a Saturday morning. She switched the light on and walked over to the curtains and opened the curtains, letting the sun shine through.

'Mama, turn the light off!' Austin whined, rolling himself onto his stomach so he could bury his face into his pillow.

Lucia sighed and looked over to Archie a bit more hopeful, 'Archie? You up?'

'Yeah.' Archie said as he got up and stretched. Lucia looked proud of herself before looking disdainful over her shoulder at Austin.

'Austin Lewis Christopher James, get your butt of off this bed!' Lucia shouted, throwing Austin's duvet cover off of him, revealing his Harry Potter themedA shorts.

'Where on earth did Christopher come from? I've seen my birth certificate, mother, and I'm sure I only had 3 names!' Austin grumbled, shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight. He was NOT a morning person.

'I just threw that in there, ok? You know, go with the flow.' Lucia shrugged before turning back to the situation at hand. 'Anyway, 3 names or 4 names ,get UP!'

'Mama, te amo. Por favor déjame dormir,' Austin begged, pulling out his last and final trick- Spanish. Funny how every single one of Lucia's sons thought that their mother's native language would get her to do anything they wanted.

'Nino, yo también te amo pero, LEVÁNTATE!' Lucia said, picking her boy up with ease and smothering him with kisses.

'Mama, get off me!' Austin said, wriggling himself out of Lucia's arms and rubbing his tired eyes. 'I'm up.'

'Go shower,' Lucia commanded, pointing towards the bathroom and Austin walked out of the room in the direction Lucia was pointing. Lucia sighed and regretted her decision of teaching all her children fluent Spanish.

Austin used it to get things he wanted, Archie used it so he could get a 100-day streak on Duolingo and win a bet with his friends and Anthony... well, Anthony was the mastermind of the three. He ended up choosing Spanish for his second language at school, so the class would be easy, and he'd get an easy 9 on his GCSEs.

She had 3 extremely creative sons.

'Mum, why are we up so early?' Archie asked, pulling a hoodie over his head. Austin grumbled in agreement as he downed a cup of hot chocolate at 7 in the morning.

'Because I want to take you out!' Lucia said, stuffing her bag with granola bars.

'Where?' Austin asked, instantly perked up. 'Can we go the library, Mama? I already owe a tenner to them cuz my book's overdue.'

'Sure. We'll head there after the mall.' Lucia said, walking over to Austin and trying to smoothen his hair down a bit. Austin and Anthony had received their father's unruly hair, sticking up everywhere. Archie, however, had his mother's brown, curly hair.

'I have plans with Finley!' Archie said, turning to his mother. 'Remember I told you yesterday!

Lucia's face fell a little. They hadn't been out properly since Tom died. Lucia would go out time to time to their local convenience store for the necessities, but that was it. All she wanted was to go out and spend some time with her boys. She couldn't ask him to cancel, she was the one who told him he could go.

'Well then, go ahead. Me and Austin will go. Right?' She said, turning to Austin a hopeful spark in them.

'Yep. Let me just grab my books.' Austin said, running up the stairs. Archie just sat there, stirring his left over cereal milk.

'I can come of you want me too.' Archie tried, but Lucia shook her head. It wasn't fair on him.

'No. Go and have fun. I'm the one at fault I should've remembered.' Lucia smiled, kissing his hair.

Archie nodded, pulling out 'The Secret of Crickley Hall.' Lucia's eyebrows furrowed as she rubbed her eyes. Since when did Archie James read? Was that Austin? Nope, it was Archie alright.

'You have a fever, honey?' Lucia asked, feeling his temperature with his hand. Archie made a face and shook his head. 'Then why on earth are you reading?'

'So a guy can't even read without being stared at funny?' Archie asked, incredulous.

'A guy can. My son, Archie, can not.' Lucia said, wagging a finger in his face to prove a point.

'I'm trying new things, mother.' Archie said. 'I've been reading this damn book for 2 weeks, yet I'm still on chapter 3!?'

'It is an awfully long book. You should've started off with something like... The Rainbow Magic series.'

Archie looked up at his mother and threw her a 'are you serious' look. Lucia just smiled and grabbed her car keys off the hook and blew Archie a kiss. Archie rolled his eyes and turned back, to his never-ending book.

~~~

Anthony was curled up on the couch watching the T20. He wanted to throw his coffee mug at Jos Buttler's head. But England's captain was in USA and Anthony was on his sofa in Bristol.

He shut his eyes as the bowler took of another wicket - making it their 4th in the last 5 overs. Due to Cam's grounding, he had the TV to himself. So he made use of it and watched every single game... every single one.

Then his phone rang. Without taking his eyes off the screen he picked up his phone and held it to his ear. 'Hey, this is Anthony James,'

'Anthony, you watching the game?' Damon said, urgency in his voice.

'Yeah... what's wrong?' Anthony asked, still not worried at all.

'How many wickets are down? Whose batting?' Damon asked.

'Why?'

'Cuz my wife's downstairs watching some sort of soap and I need the score!'

'4 wickets down, Buttler and Brook are batting.'

'OK thanks bye!' Damon said, disconnecting the call in seconds. 

'Can I join you?' Sierra asked, twirling her skirt in her hands. Anthony nodded and she climbed on the sofa and into Anthony's arms. 'Who' that?'

'That's the captain of the England Cricket team.' Anthony answered as Sierra nodded before pointing to something else.

'Why's that man in the funny hat there?'

'That's an umpire. Kind like a referree.' Anthony answered as he groaned as the ball the batter hit fell into the bowler's hands.

'Why's the captain walking off?' Sierra asked curiously. Why did 5-year-olds ask so many questions?

'He's out.' Anthony said as he silently cursed every single English male cricketer ever. Why did England suck at every sport they invented?

Sierra nodded as she continued to ask random questions while Anthony answered, them all patiently, while he was actually screaming in his head. Then a thought made Anthony smile, this might be a start for Sierra's love for cricket. Finally, someone he could talk to about his favourite sport - who wasn't a complete lunatic aka Damon.

'I think my favourite players that guy!' Sierra said eagerly pointing to a guy, with a red beard. 'He looks like Ron Weasley!'

Anthony pursed his lips and kept himself from bursting into laughter or tears. She'd learn...