Set seven years into the future, let's all meet and love Thirdy, Charm and Seb Faulkerson.
This book is inspired by a story I wrote on Payb Takes.
I originally posted it as a special monthsary update but the part has gathered a lot of great comment...
M sits on a chair by the window of the family room.
She is holding a framed picture of her and R that she took out of the box of her most treasured items that she kept in a drawer.
She stares at the photo, smiling.
"Good mowning, Mama!" Charm calls as she runs inside the room to M. She has just woken up.
"Good morning, sweetheart." M smiles.
Charm climbs up to M's lap and kisses her cheek.
R with Seb in his arms and Thirdy soon follow. The boys went for a walk while M prepared breakfast.
"Hey! You're back. Good morning, boys." M greets.
"Good mowning, Papa. Good mowning, Kuwa. Good mowning, cute baby Seb wike Ate Cham." Charm beams.
R laughs and walks to the chair M and Charm are sitting on.
"Good morning, baby girl." He tells Charm and kisses her cheek.
R then turns to M. "Good morning, my original baby girl." He grins and kisses her lips.
"Good morning, Charm. Hello, Mama." Thirdy smiles and goes to give them a hug.
The frame M was holding catches R's eye.
"Uy! Love! Is that our first picture together? You took it out of your treasure box?"
M smiles. "Yes, it is, Love." She says as she hands the frame to her husband.
R looks at the picture and smiles widely.
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"A treasure? Can we see it, Papa?" Thirdy asks.
"I wanna see! I wanna see!" Charm chants.
R pulls a chair from across the tea table and places is beside M's. He sits on it with Seb and Thirdy on his lap.
M takes the frame and holds it for everyone to see.
Charm frowns and twitches a pout.
Thirdy looks at it thoughtfully.
After a few seconds, the little girl could not hold in her opinion anymore.
"Why you wike it so much, Mama? I can't see you and Papa." She complains.
"Yes, Mama. It's blurry." Thirdy adds.
M laughs. "It is, isn't it, loves? You can barely see me and Papa."
The kids nod their heads.
"I love it, not because of what it looks like but what it means to us." M smiles. "Mind telling the story, Love?"
