Playing with Fire: Other Realm, Frost Family Series Book 5

Trick 10

Felix

When I came to, I was sitting slumped against one of the walls in the nursery. Groaning at the stiffness in my lower back as I slowly became a little more aware, I blinked blearily at my surroundings. I was in nothing but my boxers, having apparently undressed while I was sleep walking.

"Damn it," I grumbled wearily. "I hate this shit."

Slowly, my bones and joints creaking with every movement, I rose to my feet. Shaking out my hair, I fluffed it back in a haphazard mess with my fingers. In the middle of the nursery, which was my old closest, the girls' grey and rose pink crib was placed. Cracking my neck as I moved closer to them, I stared down inside the crib.

A small smile of pure, unadultered joy broke over my face as I gazed down at the twins. "Hey, baby girls," I whispered. "Daddy's found himself into a pickle again...Just how angry do you think Mommy's going to be?" My voice turned bitter, but damn it, I couldn't help it. Fuck.

Despite how quiet the girls were, they weren't asleep. A strange trait the two seemed to have at times. Nala stared up at me, smiling softly. Aria's eyes let me know she was less interested, but even she seemed happy to see me.

Nala stretched up her arms, begging for my hand. Sighing, knowing what she wanted, I lowered my hand down into the crib. Nala's fingers wrapped around my right index finger and Aria quickly groaned, trying to get my right pinky. Laughing very softly, I let her. Once both girls were holding tight, Nala let out a small hiccup, Aria a low cry.

If these girls didn't already halfway know how to speak, I didn't know shit.

Closing my eyes, I focused. Very, very, very gradually I let my magic come forth.

Rage, hate, sorrow, depression.

I let a small amount of it all fill me up.

Nala let out a low giggle and Aria's lips spread into a smile. Their bodies began to glow, just a tiny bit, in a softly pale light.

Through the connection we'd just made, my mind was gradually filled with the images of Bri, my mother, and Sera. Bri moving about the house, cleaning. Bri picking up the girls and playing, or feeding them bottles. Mom watching a exercise show on the TV and spread out on a mat following the instructions of the coach on the show. Mom working in the kitchen, most likely making my dinner at that point. Sera sitting on the couch, pouring over some sort of papers, before rising up and moving to change a diaper. All of it was seen through the viewpoint of the girls themselves. They seemed to enjoy sharing their memories of their day when I came in to feed them my vast excess of negative emotions. But I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of liked it. It was nice to see what they - and everyone else for that matter - got up to while I was gone at work.

After ten minutes, both girls unclasped their hold on my fingers. I leaned back, sucking in a deep breath. Doing this always wore me out a bit, but they needed this...Afterall, they required negativity to survive. I had more than enough for myself, so sharing was no big deal. It just tired me, having a portion of my energy drained away.

"Y-you two want a bottle?" I panted out, brushing back more of my hair. Taking in a breath, I shook my head slowly. "Nope, time for a change first." Moving to the place I use to store my shirts that didn't need to be hung up, I got out the diapers, wipes, and powder. Back at the crib, I smirked down at them. "Inny, meany, miney, mo, which baby's butt is getting cleaned first?" I snapped my teeth playfully at them, pretending I was going to gobble them up.