A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Twenty-eight: Carousel

October 16th, 1994

Michael's POV  

My hands tugged at the zipper that was presumably stuck but after a few tugs it slid up and landed right under my son's chin. We were going outside even though it was a little chilly, the sun was shining and that was all that really mattered.

"Are you ready to go outside?" I tickled the underside of Francis's drool covered chin. He let out a cute little giggle, hands tightening around my shirt, he was starting to stand if he had some sort of support, I was his support at the moment.

"Ou'id!" He sputtered, a throaty giggle erupting from his throat, he continued laughing for a few more seconds before letting his face drop as he looked around in a panic. "Papa?" Francis asked, pinching my nose.

"No, Papa isn't coming," my voice came out all weird and nasally as he continued to pinch my nose. "He's getting your Halloween costume." I explained to the babbling baby.

Prince was seated at the kitchen table, going through catalogs, trying to pull some inspiration from the glossy pages for Francis's Halloween costume. Of course we weren't going to be buying from them, we were going to get Bush to make an outfit- it would be more home made.

"Yay!" Francis clapped his chubby little hands together. Meanwhile, we were going outside for a little exploration time. He hadn't really been outside much, except for the pool- we hadn't really been near the rides yet. There was one ride that was domestic enough for him to go one: the carousel.

I picked up my son, situating him on my hip, his head resting on my shoulder. I unlocked the door, stepping outside into the chilly afternoon air. It being part of October, the park was decorated with the spirit of Halloween. Francis was completely entranced.

We toddled over to the amusement part of the many acred ranch, the noises of the daunting rides coming closer and closer. "Da!" He shouted, looking around the park, excitedly.

"Yes bubby?" I questioned him, he just gazed down at me, the parks lights reflecting in his big brown orbs. He smiled a tiny bit, I grinned back.

The magnificent carousel came into view, it's lights all aglow and a merry tune playing from it as it spun slowly. "Look Francis, a horse!" I pointed to the gallantly moving white horse that was covered in jewels.

"Hor'! Hor'!" Though it sounded like he was saying whore, but it was still cute. He attempted to speak so much more after we started to pretend to have full length conversations with him, I really loved it.

I stepped up onto he floor of the carousel, Francis kicked his little legs as he locked eyes onto the horse I planned to set him on.
He straddled the horse, the one covered covered in jewels. Francis white knuckles the gold pole as he looked around, a bit drazed.

The ride started, popping him up and down. His cheeks glowed with pure joy, the little curls bounced on top of his head, Francis laughed as he glanced at himself through the gold pole.

I wished on that moment that I had some sort of device to capture this beautiful moment, maybe a camera. He seemed so precious, his cute personality just bubbling up.

Francis's eyes fell on a bare pumpkin with dirt encrusted on the side that sat on top of a hay bale. I held on tighter to him as he jumped and down, he eagerly pointed to the brilliantly orange pumpkin.

"Pum'in! Pum'in!" He snickered, slobber dribbling down his chin, I chuckled at his adorable reaction. "Yes a pumpkin. Are you going to be a pumpkin for Halloween?" I questioned, glancing back at it. Prince and I discussed him being a pumpkin, ever since the staff put out the decorations he had become weirdly fascinated by the pumpkins- so we considered putting him in a pumpkin costume.