"Neo eonje wa?" Noah asked as he sat and kicked his legs back and forth at the table. (When are you coming?)
"I'll be home this evening."
Noah sighed. "Okay."
"I miss you, baby. I love you."
"I love you too. And I really miss you. Why couldn't you bring me this time?" Noah pouted.
"It just wouldn't work out this time. Maybe next time."
"But this time was supposed to be my turn!" Noah whined.
"Noah. . ." Juno said sternly. "The next time I can bring one of you, then it will be your turn."
"Micah got to go last time." Noah pouted.
"Last time was more of a normal trip. I was really busy these past few days, and I had to travel to some places you couldn't have come to."
"I could've waited in the hotel."
"I'm not leaving you in a hotel for that long every day. In two weeks it will be a more average trip I think, and I'll take you for sure."
"I would've just read books and stuff!" Noah argued.
Juno sighed, feeling sorry for the fact that he acted the same way with his dad when he was that age. "No, you needed to stay with mom this time."
Noah pouted loudly. "HMPH!"
Juno sighed again. "I'll see you this evening. Okay?"
"Fine." Noah huffed.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Noah grumbled.
He hung up the phone and set it in front of Micah.
Micah picked up his phone and sat back in his chair with his arms crossed and his brow raised. "Seriously?"
Noah looked away with disgust. "Don't say anything to me." He ordered.
"You're so pouty! And you complain about Judah being bad." Micah laughed.
Noah stood up abruptly. "I'll be upstairs."
"Put your bowl in the sink." Micah reminded.
"Obviously I was going to put my bowl in the sink!" Noah spat.
Micah widened his eyes. "Oh my god. Calm down." He whispered to himself as Noah walked off.
Noah grabbed his book from Micah's bedroom and took it upstairs to the study.
He made himself comfortable again and started reading.
"Teach your children." He read.
"Read to your child. Bedtime stories can mean a lot to little ones and can be a great manner of teaching. Personal experiences from your own life will also have special appeal to your children and can bring home some fine lessons. Prayer with little ones at bedtime can also help establish early communication with the One who can do the most to guide and protect them, our Creator."
"Hmm. Daddy does all these things all the time." He acknowledged to himself.
Then came the sound of slow but determined little footsteps up the stairs.
"Noah?" Called a small voice.
"What?" Noah called.
Judah came running in with a bright smile. "Awe you weading stowies?"
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Our Family
Fanfiction*Sequel* What would it be like to be the patriarch of a family of eight boys? Christopher knows all too well. His parents were out of the picture at a young age, and since then, he's been in charge of the family. He's raised his brothers as if they...
