Even Through the Storm

28. Superheroes

 "Hey, Cassie," I say, walking into my house after Asher drops me off and heads to work.

"Hey, Lo, where have you been all day?" She asks.

"I went to Willow Tip with Ash." I take a seat on the loveseat, my clothes still a little damp.

"Oh, really? That must have been fun!"

"Yeah, we got a little soaked. And I may have gotten sick once or twice. Probably shouldn't have had so much cotton candy."

"Ew, well, would you mind babysitting the boys for a little bit? Your dad and I have to go run some errands."

"Oh, yeah, sure!"

"Great, thanks! Um, okay, dinner's in the fridge, boys are upstairs, Noah's napping, feel free to invite Dri over if you want, yeah, you good?"

"Yeah. Bye, Cassie!" I say as she rushes out the door, my dad running down the stairs after her. "Bye Dad!" I sigh and lay down, letting my feet rest on the arm of the loveseat. "Want to come over?" I text Dri. "I'm babysitting the boys."

"Sure," she texts back. "Be there in ten." Liam and Ryan come running down the stairs.

"Lola!" Liam yells giving me a hug. "Wanna' play superheroes?"

"Um, sure! Do you mind if Dri plays when she gets here?"

"Dri's coming?" Ryan asks. "Yay!"

"You're the bad guy!" Liam yells running back upstairs with Ryan following. I walk up after them, to find them in their room with two red capes tied around their necks and foam swords in their hands.

"Get her!" Ryan screams stabbing the sword into my stomach.

"Woah, woah, woah!" I say over the yelling of the two heroes and the clunking of foam against my flesh. "Quiet! Your brother is sleeping."

"No, I'm not!" Noah says coming out of his room rubbing his eyes. I walk over and pick him up.

"Did you have a good nap, Buddy?" I ask.

"I'm hungry!" He says, laying his head on my shoulder.

"Okay." I hear the doorbell ring. "Who wants chicken nuggets?"

"I do!" The boys yell in unison running downstairs. I put down Noah so he can run after them.

"No running in the house!" I hear a clunk down the stairs.

"I'm okay!" I hear Liam's voice yell. I sigh then walk downstairs and open the door.

"Need a little help?" Dri asks stepping inside.

"Does it look that obvious?" I ask.

"Lo, you have baby drool on your shoulder."

"I'm three!" Noah yells from the kitchen.

"C'mon," I say to Dri. "I promised them chicken nuggets." We walk over to the kitchen and I open the freezer. Dri picks Noah off a chair and puts him in her lap. I grab the bag of nuggets and put a few in the oven on a tray. "Okay, but first," I say putting a tub of pre-cut watermelon on the table. "We need our fruits and veggies."