Remember

Chapter 68: Neon Fish

SAWYERS POV:

"Ezra." I whisper. This is the hardest part of the day, trying to wake up my son. He stirs a little in his sleep, and stays asleep. I roll my eyes.

I turn on the tv and put a random cartoon on, as background noise.

"Ez." I try again, shaking him a little. He starts stretching and kicks the blankets off of him, with a small groan he finally sits up slowly.

"Morning." I tell him, my back towards him. I grab a change of clothes for him and turn around to face him.

"Nice hair." I tell him, amused by how crazy his curls are. The curse of the curls. He ignores me and stares aimlessly at the tv.

"Hungry?" I ask him and he throws himself back into bed.

"Nope, you have to wake up." I tell him and start tickling him out of bed. He bursts out into a fit of giggles, pleading for me to stop.

"Buenos días." Nancy walks, and looks at the mess of scattered toys all over the floor.

"Hola." Ezra exclaims.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asks Ezra. I watch has he pretends to rub his chin as if he had a beard.

"Chocolate pancakes with chocolate milk." He tells her as he gets off the bed and changes the channel to the tv.

"You can only have that if you promise to eat a side of cut up fruits." I look at Ezra pointedly and he turns to me with a scowl.

"No peaches or cherries." He tells me with a point of his finger.

"Make sure to give him peaches and cherries." I turn to Nancy. Ezra charges at me screaming 'no' and holds onto my ankles. I swiftly lift him up and softly throw him onto the bed.

We both start laughing, but Ezra's laugh fades away. I catch him eyeing something on the floor and he frowns and I follow his line of sight, but only toy cars are on the floor.

"Come on. You have to shower." I tell him and get the bath ready.

He's sitting on the bed staring off into space, sleep still in his eyes. I force myself to turn away, him reminding me too much of her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, he's not the ball of energy he usually is every morning.

He shrugs.

"Don't ignore me." I chastise.

"Nothing." He grumpily says and I give him a warning look.

I touch the water,

"Fuck." I hiss, the hot water burning my hand. I close my mouth quick, and look out the bathroom door to see if Ezra is paying attention, he isn't.

I go into his closet to get him a pair of shoes for his outfit, and I step on a toy,

"Shit." I mutter out loud.

"Ooo you said shit." He says in a sing song voice, almost like he's going to rat on me for saying it.

"I know what I said." I tell him, the throbbing pain still beneath my foot.