I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 2: Captain America Visits America?

The babies are to the right...Val is on the left, Tori's in the middle, and Caine is on the right. Aren't they adorable! Yup, I know they are! ^_^ ENJOY

Chapter 2: Captain America Visits America?

Shadé

"Capshin Amewica! Capshin Amewica! Capshin Amewica," the cheery voices of my 16 month old twins resounded.

I think it's pretty sad that I'm jealous of a fictional character. I mean, come on, wouldn't you feel the same? My own children learned how to say 'Captain America' before they could say 'mommy'! That's not normal! 'Mommy' or 'mama' should be every baby's first word, right? Nope, not my children. They hadn't started calling me mommy till after they knew how to say Captain America.

They believe Captain America and Chris Evans is a single person, meaning that if Chris Evans is in another film, he is Captain America. I remember the time they saw Fantastic Four and screamed Captain America whenever the fire guy was shown. I believe his name was the flaming torch, right?

Anyway, they love the Captain America movies and cartoons so much, Ezra went out to get the Winter Soldier DVD as one of their gifts on their first birthday four months ago. Usually, babies would be more excited over toys, but believe me, they were way more excited to watch that damn movie rather than play with their birthday toys. Oh, lord, and then when Halloween came the following week, they both wanted to be Captain America!

Because Caine was a boy, I got him the same outfit as the Captain himself. And Valencia, my god! I got her a girly version of the costume, which came with a cute, matching American flag printed skirt. I mean, she's a girl. Girls love girly things, right?

Not Valencia. She hated it.

She literally went berserk, forcing me to take a quick trip to party city and buy her the same costume as Caine. Ezra and Tori laughed and joked about it, telling me that I have two sons.

"Looks like we gotta get rid of all the pink," my brother joked, emitting a burst of laughter from his daughter and himself.

'Fuck you,' I mouthed, not wanting the babies to pick up on my derogatory language.

At the moment, they were in the living room with my grandmother, Safiyah, which meant pure and wise. And she was exactly just that...sometimes. Only sometimes.

When I returned home with Ezra and the twins, they were immediately sent to Lenox Hill Hospital until they were healthy enough to leave. My grandmother was excited to meet them, and when she did, the first question she asked me was:

"'You had babies with a white man?'"

Her question wasn't...angry, just curious.

When I confirmed her suspicion-but being sure to leave out the 'Prince of England' part, she didn't know how to respond to it, but she didn't really seem too...upset. More like intrigued. I mean, she had to get used to seeing me changing and caring for a porcelain skinned baby. I guess she eventually, and comfortably, accepted them and the fact that their father is white.

My eyes darted from my grandmother to the television screen as Captain America was chasing after the German spy. His body was too much for my thirst capacity. Jesus! He had the same body frame as-

"Shadé," Ezra shouted, pulling me out of my thoughts, which were more than likely going to travel toward someone I rather not discuss. "Who the hell pays the water bill around here," he questioned with his hand firmly placed on the faucet.

"I do," I replied confusedly, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Really? Hmm...oh yeah. Okay, well, if you feel like leaving the sink on, be my guest. I ain't paying the bill," he said, turning away from me and heading back to his bacon. My brother was the chef of the house. I was always cleaning...after everyone. And my grandmother was the peacekeeper and sort of a babysitter.