Keith Imagines

Family

           

Hearing little feet making its way to the bedroom you share with your husband, Keith. You quietly told him to act like he's sleeping with you. Quickly getting under the cover, you laid on your back and Keith put his head on your stomach. That's how you two sleep every night and the kids knew it.

"Shh, I think they sleeping." You heard your daughter badly whisper to your son. "They not sleeping. Daddy don't got his du-rag on." You felt Keith smile against your stomach. Fighting from laughing out loud, you tucked your lips in to prevent yourself from smiling hard.

"Mommy. Daddy." Your daughter climbed on the bed shaking your shoulder and tapping Keith on his head. "The TV isn't coming on and we missing Paw Patrol." She whined. Knowing how much they loved Paw Patrol, you decided to end the fake sleeping and told Keith to go check the TV out.

Climbing on the bed after his dad got up, he sat on your lap and laid his head on your chest. "Are you making breakfast, mommy?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes. "You still seem sleepy to me, babe." Picking him off your lap, you got off the bed then stuck your arms out for him to jump in them. Your daughter had already followed Keith downstairs talking his ears off.

Making in downstairs, you placed him on the floor and he ran and sat next to your daughter to watch Paw Patrol. Keith got the TV to come on. Walking into the kitchen, he was already setting the food on the counter. "Y/D/N wanted French toast. What does Y/S/N want?" He asked cracking some eggs into a bowl. "He didn't say. I'll go ask him now." Going into the living room, you asked him did he want French toast or Waffles. He told you he wanted whatever you wanted.

"He want Waffles." Picking up the waffle mix, you poured some into a different bowl and went to the sink to add water. Mixing it together, Keith put on some music. Cooking Music was the name of the playlist. Which consisted of 90's and early 2000's song and some SZA.

"What you trying to do today?" He asked hugging your waist from behind. Thinking it over, you promised the kids you'd take them to the aquarium today. "I'm taking them to the aquarium. There's a great deal going on." Pouring the mix into the waffle maker, you went to the stove to start on the bacon and eggs.

Taking the bacon from the pack and cracking eggs into a different bowl then what Keith used. Setting the eyes on the stove on low, you went to go get the butter for the eggs. You and the kids like scrambled eggs, Keith likes his sunny side up. Pouring the bowl of eggs mixed with pepper and salt into a skillet, you waited until the bottom started turning a white color before moving it around with you fork.

Keith was still making the French toast and waffles a counter down from you. After the eggs and bacon were done, you went back to the refrigerator to take the fruit you brought yesterday for today's breakfast out. Your son like only strawberries and bananas on his waffles with chocolate sauce while your daughter like strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries on her French toast with powdered sugar and chocolate sauce on the side.

Ten minutes later, everything was done.

"Wash your hands then come to the table." Knowing they like to pick their nose when neither you or Keith are in the same room. Hearing the water running from the bathroom next to the kitchen, you placed all the food on the plates and did it how they liked it but the kids like to do the chocolate sauce.

"Let me smell those hands," Keith requested wiping his hands. Sometimes when they're told to wash their hands, they only run water over them. So every time, they're told to let people smell their hands to make sure they used soap.

"Ah, boy, go wash your hands." Keith told him spanking his butt with the hand towel. Giggling, he hurried and ran back in the bathroom. "I told him to use soap like me, daddy. But he didn't listen." Walking into the dining room, she sat at the table waiting for her plate.

"Can you go place the plates while I clean up the best I can right quick?" Nodding his head, he picked up the kids plates first. Wiping down the counters fast, you placed items back in the refrigerator and back in the cabinets. By the time you were done, your son was already sitting at the table eating with Keith and your daughter.

Sitting next to Keith, you picked up your fork and started eating while talking to your family.

"Mommy, I made a new friend at daycare." Your daughter said with a mouth full of her French toast. "Talk to me without food in your mouth," You laughed taking another bite of your waffle. Shallowing the food, she drunk some of her orange juice. "As I was saying," she sassed. "I made a new friend and his name is Ronnie. He gave me some of his candy." She said picking up a piece of fruit.

"A boy?! What I tell you about talking to boys." Keith playfully asked. Rolling her small eyes, "Dad, I'm 4 not 3." She stated. "I told you had to be 35 before you could talk to the boys." He remarked. "But he offered me some candy, I was supposed to say no? You know I love candy." Making her famous puppy dog eyes, he gave in and told her that he could be her only male friend because he gives her candy.

"Dad, did I tell you about the football game yesterday?" Keith's brother, Kevin took him to go play flag football yesterday and he loved it. "Yes you did but I want to hear about it again." Excitedly telling everyone how the game went, you laughed when he told the story of Kevin tripping over him again. He had tripped over nothing running with the ball in his hands and Kevin being right behind him to guard him, tripped over his foot.

You loved your family. They meant the world to you. Just four years ago, you surprised Keith and everyone else at your baby shower. How time has flew.