DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

GETTING BUSY

Chapter 29

GBOYEGA

The next few days became hectic at work.

It didn't help that Elza and the kids were around. I mean I love my wife and children, granted, but whenever I get home after a hard day's job, I just wanted to rest.

Francis is mini - me. He's a split image of me at 11. He liked to play pranks. He hides the Tv remote at exactly the time when all I want to do is put my feet up and watch football.

Stacey is like her mum. At just seven years of age, she likes to cook.

I know what you're wondering. How can a seven year old know how to cook?

Well my daughter Stacey is a whiz at cooking jollof rice.

No jokes. Of course she's always supervised by her mum.

As soon as I walked into the house, Stacey threw herself at me, almost knocking the breath out of me. She forgot she was not a baby anymore. She was almost as tall as Francis and he was almost as tall as me, and I was quite tall at 6 feet.

No surprise where they got their genes from.

Elza on the other hand was petite, at 5'3.

Stacey still clung to my neck like a life line and dragged my body and her's backwards in order to close the door. Francis walked into the living room, remote in hand. This boy's hands were always glued to the remote.

"Hi dad!" He flung at me, and plopped into the leather chair.

He got that smile on his face. That meant he was up to one of his tricks again.

I swung my attention from him back to Stacey.

She let go of my neck, thankfully, and began walking backwards and talking at the same time. She did this all the time and I'd given up on correcting her. The fall was inevitable.

"Dad, I'm making jollof Rice." She grins at me widely.

Oh God! I think died and went to food heaven.

I was the one who tripped, as Francis put his foot out. I noticed this too late and I sprawled ungainly, right into his laps.

He giggled gleefully.

"Glad I could make you laugh."
I said, from my perch on his laps.

I hefted myself up just in time to see Stacey giggling uncontrollably as she walked to the kitchen. I looked back at Francis who was still giggling. Their laughter was highly infectious and I found myself shaking with laughter.

No! My children would definitely not be the death of me.

Francis was watching football, so I plopped down beside him. Goodie! Awesome combination coming up --- Jollof rice and football.

Elza came out of the kitchen and I bent my neck for her to plant a kiss on my cheeks, but she went for my lips instead. Someone was in a good mood, I just might get lucky tonight.

"Hi, honey!" She beamed, and sat down beside me.

We made small talk as Stacey waltzed in, juggling three plates in her hands. She handed one to each of us and skipped back to the kitchen to get her's. We all dug into our spicy jollof rice and chicken and it was even better than I remembered.

Little wonder she wanted to become a chef.

I would definitely support her all the way.

Hours later, I showered and changed into something more comfortable and settled back on the couch to watch football. It was my most favourite spot in the world, if I might add. My feet were on the table and Elza's head was on my lap, she was taking a snooze. The children were in their rooms playing video games and squealing as someone got the upper hand.