His Golden Haze Part I

I Am Not A Robot

A/N: We find out something special about Edward Jacob!

Chapter 35: I Am Not A Robot

Rebecca POV:

"Mama!" Blake pulled on my sleeves.

"What is it sweetie, Mommy is putting together snacks for the beach."

"Daddy can't find his swim twunks."

"Solomon! It's in the bottom drawer!" I called out to my husband.

"Ah!" I heard him from a distance.

"Go ask your brother to help you find your shoes."

Bonfire days are always hectic, at least for my family anyways. Nessie, Jake, and Jay (EJ) were coming down today for the last summer bonfire and we're all excited about that. I couldn't wait to hold my nephew, Nessie sends me pictures of his cute self all of the time! He reminded me a lot of Jake when he was little, just a happy little boy.

Solomon came behind me and kissed the back of my neck. We've both been so busy lately– with him looking over the surf shop and me being a preschool teacher– that I appreciate the little moments were do have together. I zipped up the last Ziploc bag and turned around tJigiss him affectionately.

"Mm, are you're ovulating soon right?" he asked.

"This afternoon to be exact." I pursed my lips together, "Let's make some time tonight."

"Agreed."

It hasn't always been easy for Solomon and I to conceive. Before we had Abraham, we had two miscarriages. It was a tough pill to swallow, but once we had Abraham it was worth all the heartache. Blake was easier to conceive but that doesn't mean trying for a new one will be the same. I'm trying to lessen the load a little so my chances of miscarriage is slimmer.

I'm hoping to have a little girl this time and I'd like to name her Mona Elise. Don't get me wrong, I love my boys but I need a feminine touch to my family even if she turns out to be a tomboy. Plus, I think Solomon would like a little girl to spoil besides me.

All was peaceful for me and my husband until I heard Blake cry followed by a few not so nice words from Abe. I sighed to myself and tried to remain calm. Boys will be boys.

"Abraham William Finau and Blake Oliver Finau! Get your tooshies here this instant!"

The two both came to my feet, Blake still crying and Abe with his arms folded across his chest. I could tell Solomon was trying not to laugh, but we had parenting to do. I squatted down in front of my boys and took in a deep breath.

"Abraham, would you like to tell me what you said to your little brother?"

"I called him a buttfaced buttlicker." he muttered almost incoherently.

"Is that a nice thing to say?"

He shook his head.

"Why did you say mean words to Blake?" I asked.

"Because he pinched me! Then I pushed him and called him a buttfaced buttlicker!"

"You were in my way!" Blake whined.

"Boys, we don't pinch, push, nor do we call each other names. Is that understood?" Solomon added.

"Understood." they said in unison.

"Okay, say sorry and give each other hugs."

My good sons did as told without a fight. They slip up sometimes but that's just a part of growing up.