C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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Ethan
My cheek being poked over and over woke me up from a deep sleep, and a sexy dream of my wife. I held in my smile knowing damn well it's seven thirty on the dot, and a three year old clad in spider man pajamas is waiting for me to make him waffles.
As always.
I blindly reached behind me grabbing the small waist of Luca pulling him over my hip, and tickling under his pajama shirt peppering kisses all over his cheeks. His high pitched giggles and screams made me stop and shush him as we both looked wide eyed at each other and slowly peeked over at the sleeping beauty next to me.
"Don't wake mama." I whispered peeling the blanket off me as he crawled over sitting on my chest. He proudly zipped his lips and shook his head shaking around his dark brown waves. "No w-wake mama." He whispered looking back at me with his baby blues he got from his mommy.
I picked him up setting him on the bed as I stood up and crouched down next to the bed so he could crawl on my shoulders, per usual. When he was on we slowly walked over to the other side of the bed so we could check on our girls.
Yes, girls.
I bent down and kissed Liv's forehead and then stayed a little longer so Luca could do the same. I lifted him off my shoulders holding him on my hip and peeled the blanket back revealing Liv's six month along stomach which carry's my baby girl.
I squatted down pressing my lips to the silk that covered her stomach, holding Luca out so he could do the same and whisper whatever he does to his sissy. It's different every morning and night.
I walked quietly out of our room with Luca on my shoulders and as soon as the door closed, quiet Luca was gone. "Go go go daddy g-go!" He yelled wiggling excitedly on my shoulders. I already know he's holding his arms out like an airplane as I run down the stairs securing his legs, and stuck the landing in the kitchen.
I sat him in his chair and closed the table over it so he wouldn't fall and flipped the kitchen light on.
"Okay big man, what will it be today?" I asked leaning over the island watching his big eyes wonder around deciding what he wants. "Hmm." He hummed bitting his fingers which he knows his mama doesn't like.
"Na na's." He said smiling widely wiggling his feet out of his chair. I nodded agreeing, definitely in the mood for banana waffles. I held out my fist behind me as I turned on the kitchen tv, and felt his little fist pound against mine.
I turned on the good stuff.
"Hell ya!" He yelled seeing sponge bob come on. I chuckled hearing him swear, but my laughter immediately stopped hearing the clearing of a throat behind me.
I closed my eyes knowing I got caught.
Son of a bitch.
I turned around pulling a cheesy smile to my lady who stood there with an eyebrow raised, with her hands on her hips.
