Mileven Stories

Super Siblings (2001)

I had a reader of mine request this a few weeks ago. I fear I did not edit very well and may have missed the mark a bit, but please attempt to enjoy anyways and leave as many comments as your heart's desire!
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Waking up in an empty bed was something Mike Wheeler was beginning to get used to.

Before having children and falling into the swing of reality, his favorite part of each day was rousing to the feel of his wife nestled in his arms. Now he was becoming all too familiar with the absent cool touch of their fine linen sheets.

Once he convinced himself to roll out of bed, he felt his body accept its usual gravitational pull down the hall, slowly drifting closer towards the heart of his home.

He could hear the distant giggles from his children who were sat at the dining room table, but he was too distracted by the sight of his wife to even spare a glance their way.

There, positioned perfectly in front of a waffle iron, was El. She had on a comfortable set of deteriorating ripped jeans and a lose hanging flannel shirt that belonged to Mike. Her plain sailing appearance never failed to make her husband's heart skip a beat even after all these years.

Mike tiptoed silently behind her, taking her by surprise when he wrapped his long arms around her slender waist. He dipped his head down, burying his face into the crook of her neck as he murmured, "good morning, love. How long have you been up?"

El pressed a kiss to the top of his head, "about an hour. You know that I can't sleep past seven anymore between the kids and my body's annoying inability to sleep in."

Eleven had become quite an early bird over the past few years. One of the reasons for that was her steady job at a high school. She has been a guidance counselor there since the year before Willow was born, so with the combination of her work schedule and the kids; sleeping in just failed to come to her naturally.

On the other hand, Mike's only real time to unwind was when he slept in. He had been the chaotic combination of a full time writer and a stay at home dad for the past six years. It was exhausting, but the opportunity of doing what he loved while taking care of his children was most appealing.

Willow, who was now in first grade, disappeared each week day to attend school. While Mike missed spending all those quality hours with his little girl, he still found himself plenty busy looking after his disastrous three year old son.

"How have the kids been for you this morning?" he questioned casually as his head ventured further down his wife's chest, lightly pecking at her exposed collarbone.

El subtly whimpered at the affections he was showering her in before forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, "they've been fine, just anxious to get their hands on some more waffles."

"I can think of a few things I'm more desperate to get my hands on besides your homemade waffles," Mike mused, sneakily unclasping one of the buttons that had been holding her shirt together.

She gasped at his remark and action, whacking his shoulder very timidly with a spatula, "Michael Wheeler if I didn't know any better I would say you are trying to seduce me!"

He chuckled at her, slightly losing himself in a trace as he watched her reattach the button he had just unfastened, "is it working?"

The married couple then shared a knowing glance, one that held mounting tension between their dilating pupils. The heat of their isolated moment was immediately evaporated as pitter patters of feet came bounding towards them.

"Mama, when will the waffles be ready?" Benjamin asked while tugging on his mother's sleeve.

El ruffled his raven curls, "any minute now, Benny."