Our Little Family (COMPLETED)

Surprise Visit

EVANS POV
I was digging around in the garage trying to find something from high-school. It was just a box of old books and stuff like that, nothing to important.

"Evan"? I heard Zoe call my name

"In here, babe"!

Zoe walked into the garage through the door that leads from the kitchen. She had her work suit on with her glasses so, I knew she had just gotten home. I had to work again tonight but Zoe doesn't.

It was dark in the garage due to the fact I haven't gotten around to puting a light bulb in here. The only light I had was from where Zoe way standing in the doorway.

"What are you in here for"?

"Trying to find my box of High-School stuff".

"If it's not in here then we probably took it back to your Mom's house when we cleaned everything out last year".

"Hmm, maybe? I don't remember".

I continued to search through the cold, damp, dark garage.

"Where's Oakley"? Zoe asked me suddenly

"Don't worry, he's napping. I put a movie on for him. He's only been sleeping for a half an hour".

Zoe verbally sighed in relief.

"I love how on top of things you are". Zoe smiled to me

"I am? You're usually the one who plans everything out".

Zoe just chuckled and headed back inside. I looked for a few more minutes then gave up. As I headed back inside, Zoe was on the phone.

"No, Evan works tonight". Zoe said to whoever she was on the phone with.

"I don't know, I'll be home". She continued the conversation

I nuzzled my head on the shoulder. She was trying not to laugh. She playfully swatted me away. I smiled back at her and decided to go check on my son.

I made my way up the stairs with ease. I could hear the movie was still playing. I opened the door of Oakley's room quietly. He wasn't in his bed.

"Hey, Oatie"? I said hoping he was in there.

Oatie is my nickname for Oakley. It sounds better then Oakie. I listened and heard rustling in his closet. I entered with caution until I heard a small sneeze.

"Oakley"? I said again

"He's not in here"!

I chuckled to myself before opening the closet doors slowly. What I found was... scary.

"What the--"? I said shocked

Oakley sat in a pile of flour. Covered head to toe in the white baking ingredient. I remember a couple days ago, Zoe was looking for her flour. I picked up the 3 year old and carried him out of the closet.

"Don't tell Mommy"! Oakley begged

"Why not"? I asked pretending to be oblivious

"She's get mad! Don't tell her please Daddy"!

"Go grab the flour bag in your closet".

He did as I had asked. When he returned I saw I had to get ready for work.

"Sorry Oatie, but Daddy has work now so Mommy will have to clean you up". I said with the boy in my arms

"No! Please Daddy! Please"?!

"Sorry, bud".

I carried him downstairs to see Zoe sitting in the kitchen on her laptop. She didn't look up at us before I said something

"Zo, we need your help".

"Huh, what's going--"?

Oakley looked shyly away from her. I found the situation hysterical.

"Oakley, wanna tell Mommy what you did"? I asked

"N-No.. not really". He frowned.

"What happened"? Zoe asked raising an eyebrow

"Either you tell her or I will". I said sternly

"I-I-I wa-s... playing i-in--". Sweat started to form on his forehead. I could recognize the signs a million miles away.

It worried me that already, at age 3.... he's showing signs of an anxiety disorder.

"Take a deep breath, bud". I whispered into his ear

He did so but it didn't seem to help much. He broke down in tears of both fear and regret. I craddled him in my arms and he grapped onto me.

Zoe seemed to understand my concern.

"It's okay, baby. Mommy's not mad. Just tell me what's wrong". Zoe said gently

With a quivering breath he managed to say

"I'm really sorry, I took your flour".

It honestly didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. It's a parental tactic so they don't do it again, if they know they have to face the situation head on.

"Let's get you cleaned up". Zoe sighed taking the kid from my arms

"Well I'm off to work. See you two later". I said planting a kiss on Zoe's cheek and then playfully messing up Oakley's hair.

I never enjoyed leaving them but, I don't really have a choice. I steped out into the warm summer morning and felt the sun on my face. I made my way to the car.

ZOE'S POV
I cleaned up Oakley quickly and set him down to play. I guess I'm going to have to watch my baking stuff a little more closely. I had gotten a call from my mother this morning.

It was about the normal stuff about how I never call or visit. I do feel bad that we don't visit a lot but we do make an effort to visit a couple times a year. Both Evan and I have really demanding jobs so it's hard to just walk away for a few days. On top of that, we have a child.

I was sitting at my desk in my home office. I had my door open so I could keep an eye on Oakley as he watched TV. I had a lot of paperwork from clients that needed to get filled out asap.

I suddenly heard a knock on the front door. I looked to see Oakley had ran to awnser it. I repressed a sigh of annoyance before standing up to see who's here.

"Oakley, honey"? I called as I made my way through the house to the front door.

"Mommy! Nana and Papa are here"! He called back to me

An immediate feeling of anger entered me. I already explained to my mother this morning that Evan and I are busy today. I put on a smile not wanting to start anything with Oakley around.

"Hi, Zoe"! Mom greeted

"Hey, Mom. Hi, Dad". I forced a smile