The Nemekian's Family

1

(Storme and Bass)

VIOLIN'S POV-

"You sure you both have everything?"

"Yes Mom."

"Backpacks?"

"Yes."

"Lunch Money?"

"Yes."

"All your books?"

"Yes."

"Glasses?"

"We're wearing our contacts."

"What about-"

"Mom! We're fine!"

I looked towards the slightly annoyed faces of my children and sighed.

"I know. But my babies are in their Senior year. I can't believe it."

"Mom, please don't cry," Bass said.

"I can't help it," I said with a small laugh as I wiped at my eyes.

"Dad! She's crying again," Storme shouted towards Dende who was walking over to me.

"Now kids. Your mother has every right to cry," Dende said with his baritone voice that gave me chills every time. I was always used to my dad's voice and knew that Dende's would eventually get deeper but damn his voice is so sexy.

"Dad. It's just the two of us starting school. It isn't like we've never been to school before," Bass said as he adjusted his backpack across his shoulder.

"I know but you two are Seniors now and it only feels like just yesterday when you were about to start preschool. Give your mother a break here," he said, "Besides, I'm sad about it too."

"Not you too," Storme said with a sigh.

"Crud! Storme, we have to hurry! The bell will ring in five minutes," Bass said before kissing my cheek. "Bye Mom, bye Dad!"

"Bye," Storme said as she hugged me before flying off with her brother.

Dende hugged me from behind as we watched them leave. Once they were fully out of view he turned his head towards me.

"You okay?"

"I think we need another kid."

"Violin, You know we can't," Dende said with a laugh. "Your job is too dangerous for us to have another baby and so is mine."

I have him a raised eyebrow and he chuckled.

"Looking out for Earth is very dangerous I'll have you know."

"I know. It's just that they're already grown up. Next year they'll be in college."

"But for now they are still in high school. Let's just enjoy the present and now worry about the future."

"Easy for you to say. You aren't the one who gave birth to them. I feel old."

He laughed deeply and I could feel the vibrations as he continued to hold me.

"You aren't the only one. Besides, I'm older than you by how many years again?"

"Only four."

"Still though. If anyone should feel old-"

"Then it should be me."

We both turned around and saw Dad smiling at us. "I'm older than both of you and those are my grandchildren that just left without a goodbye."