A Russian and Puerto Rican raising an Asian.

15

<Aleks' P.O.V>

"Good morning" James cooed cradling his fingers through my hair before leaning forward and kissing my forehead.

"Good morning" I yawned turning my head to kiss James palm.

"You look cute in the morning you know that" James laughed wiggling closer to me.

"You look cute all the time" I smiled again rubbing my face against the pillow.

"Mama! Papa! There's a package on the front step can I get it?" Aron yelled from downstairs as James rose from the bed.

"Sure buddy I'll make breakfast and we can open it!" James yelled back pulling on a shirt and basketball shorts. I groaned and rose up from the bed picking up a hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"What's gonna be for breakfast today Mr. Chef?" I joked following James down the stairs as we walked toward the kitchen.

"Nothing for you if you keep this shit up" James responded tossing a glance over his shoulder at me.

"And this is why I hate you in the mornings you're always so catty" I laughed as we got to the kitchen Aron sitting at the table with a parcel in front of him.

"Who's it for?" I asked coming over and kissing the top of Aron's head. I moved him so I was sitting in the chair and I was holding him on my lap.

"It says it for Papa," Aron said pointing at the small black lettering on the white label.

"Did you order anything James?" I asked as James began stirring the batter for french toast.

"Not that I can remember, why don't open it up see what's inside" James shrugged pulling out a pair of scissors and handing it to Aron.

"I get to open it right?" Aron asked excitedly.

"Of course, you do you know how to open packages right?" I smiled rubbing my cheek against his shoulder.

"Of course, I do you showed me remember?" Aron laughed as he carefully cut through the tape on the top of the parcel to pull out a black hoodie as a piece of paper fluttered out and onto the ground. "Look it's a youtube jacket" Aron smiled raising it above his head to show us. I raised an eyebrow at the jacket and looked over at James. He put a piece of bread covered in batter onto the pan and walked over to us. He bent over and picked up the paper and scanned it.

"Huh well, I'll be damned" James laughed handing the paper to me.

"Language" I warned taking the paper and scanning it over before my jaw dropped. "You're kidding me? Right, you have to be kidding me" I asked jaw clenching.

"Are you jealous Aleks? Am I making you upset?" James jeered bending down to kiss my cheek before going back to the french toast.

"I'm not jealous I'm pissed that you got a stupid jacket and I didn't I've been on the news I've done so much more than you have and yet you get the damned jacket" I barked feeling anger bubble in my chest. I knew he was going to rub this in my face for the rest of time and it was pissing me off so horribly.

"Language Aleksander" James Jeered flipping the bread over.

"Oh bite me" I hissed.

"Can I put the jacket on Papa?" Aron asked already going to unzip the jacket.

"Of course, you can buddy" James smiled as Aron slipped his small arms into the dark black sleeves.

"How much longer do I have until you feed me" I hissed smiling at Aorn, as he wiggled around in my lap playing with the jacket sleeves.