Lagorra

Chapter 10

                    Chapter 10

     "I think we went a little too wild on the baking," Tristan said now noticing the ten dozen cupcakes.

     "We could feed the hungry," I said.

     "Good," Tristan's mom said, satisfied.

     "What smells good," Mason's voice distant.

     "Hello, new lovers," Tristan's mom chirped.

     A second later, my jaw hit the ground.

     "You dropped this," Tristan joked, lifting up my jaw.

     "No way! Your Ellana's mate," I said shocked.

     "Seems that way."

     "You two know each other," Ellana and Tristan's mom asked.

     "Yeah, we grew up together," Mason said.

     Just then, Mark and his dad walk in.

     "Cupcakes," Mark shouted running towards the cupcakes.

     "Tell me again, who's older," I ask Tristan.

     He looks at me then busts out laughing. I look at Mark with a face that read 'Dumb fatass kid,' and looked at Tristan with a face that read 'What the fuck,' then shoved a cupcake in my mouth.

     "Ho-ly shit," I mumbled.

     "Hm mup," Mark agrees.

     "It good?" Mason asked.

     I shook my head no, I'm gonna lie to save them all for me. "No, it's horrible. Worst thing I ever tasted!"

     Tristan sobered up, and stuffed a cupcake in his mouth. His eyes grew. "Mine," he yelled, taking off with the cupcakes.

     "Tristan, you fatty, get back here with those cupcakes," Mark yells running after his baby brother.

     "Um..." Ellana said.

     "Tristan, you fat piece of shit, come back here with my cupcakes," Mark yells, chasing Tristan.

     "Never," Tristan yells back.

     "When will they learn to share," Tristan's dad said, disappointed.

     He walked into the main hallway.

     "Mark Exavier Maxwell, bring you bottom down here," he boomed.

     "What's Tristan's middle name," I ask his mom.

     "Leonardo," she replies.

     "Thank you," I say.

     I head up stairs, because the two teenage children ran up here, and headed to Tristan's room. Mark banged on the door demanding Tristan to open up.

     "Mark Exavier Maxwell, down stairs. Find a corner, face the wall, and stand there for five minutes. You talk, longer you stay," I say to him. He nods and heads down the stairs.

     "I'm not going to open up, Mark," Tristan yelled through the door.

     "Tristan Leonardo Maxwell, open this door this instant," I say.

     He opens the door slowly, hiding behind it. He looks at me as if knowing he was in trouble.

     "Out now."

     He gets out, chocolate around his mouth. I point down stairs, he bows his head and heads down the stairs. I direct him to a corner, face to wall.

     "Five minutes. Talk or make a sound, you stay longer." He nods.

     "What happened to the boys?" Ellana asked.

     "Time out," I say.

     "Mother skills," Tristan's mom says, taking a bit out of a cupcake. "Mmm."

     "I know," Mr. Maxwell said.

     "It's so good," Ellana said.

     "Triple chocolate," Mason said.

     We ate some of the cupcakes, us being nice, saved the two brothers cupcakes also.