DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

As The Days Go By

"Flying? A bird?" I ask as my aunt flaps her arms around.

She nods holding up two fingers indicating it's the second word. She then holds up her fists, mimicking a punch...

"Fighting? Punching?" I say and she shakes her head, going in a defensive position, a boxing position.

"Boxing?" I ask and she nods. "Bird Boxing... Oh, Bird box!"

"Yes!" she yells as the timer goes off, indicating we've successfully scored another point.

She moves towards the love seat, high-fiving me as she props herself on the armrest. We look over at the guys indicating it's their turn and Uncle Dimitri rises from the one-seater making his way in front of us.

"Okay, the genre is music," he announces looking at Dylan who is seated to my left on the love seat.

Uncle Dimitri holds up two fingers, two words. Dylan sits up propping his elbows on his thighs as he focuses on my uncle. Uncle Dimi puts his hand on his hips, holding up his right hand and rocks, moving his hand back and fro. He points on the ring finger, moving his head side to side and Dylan states the answer immediately.

"Single ladies by Beyonce," he says sitting back and Uncle Dimi nods with a dimpled smile.

"That was way too easy Dimitri," my aunt states rolling her eyes.

If you haven't picked it up we're playing charades in the living room. It's about 9 pm in the night and we're all cozy in sleepwear.

I'm in a baggy t-shirt and one of my aunt's pyjama shorts while Aunt Shan is in a nightgown that reaches a little above her knees. Uncle Dimi and Dylan are in pyjama bottoms and tanks, each giving their girl a wonderful view.

Dylan's tribal tattoo is exposed and I can't help but look at it... It is so intricate and beautiful against his tan skin. The next thing to catch my eye is his bandage. His wound has been healing remarkably and his stitches are almost ready to be pulled. I guess it is good Raphael hasn't called yet... it has given him time to heal both physically and mentally.

So, we're currently on our fifth night in the cabin and to make the time pass faster – and take our mind off the fact that Raphael has yet to call– my aunt wanted to play some games. Eventually, we decide on a gender challenge rather than couples. So far we've done monopoly, checkers, operation and now charades. It has been quite a night.

"The rules specify no talking, I didn't talk did I?" Uncle Dimi grins before dropping himself into the one-seater.

My aunt grumbles something under her breath before slapping on a smile. "Well, that's the last of that game... Let's wrap up with Pictionary."

She pulls a box from beside the love seat dropping it on the table and opening it up.

"Okay, Indiana and Dylan are up first," she announces handing us letter-sized, whiteboards and some makers.

She then pushes us in front of the TV before gesturing for us to start.

"Think of your first word or words and get sketching," she instructs and I look over at Dylan who looks at me.

I raise a brow thinking of a word before smiling as it comes to me. I reach over to him, tipping on my toes and whisper what I wanted to illustrate in his ear. He nods and on the count of three, we start sketching, managing to keep the board in view of our teammates.

"A triangle?" Aunt Shan guesses and I shake my head.

"An arrow?" Uncle Dimi asks before sipping on his wine and Dylan replies with a no.