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"Wake up, sexy," I said to my wife. I walked into our bedroom. A towel wrapped around my neck. I just finished a two-mile run around the neighborhood.
"Nooooo." She complained. Her eyes were still closed. Some of her rollers were visible underneath her bonnet. Usually, she would pop up in the middle of the night if she felt her nightcap slip off.
"Please, baby, for me. I want your attention." I whined while drying off my hair. It was rare moments like this that one of our children didn't have a nightmare and join us in bed. For five years straight, I had Yn's attention. One thing I didn't consider when having children was that they would be attention-hungry as well.
"You can have all my attention in five minutes."
I got giddy knowing that I was getting what I wanted. I got dressed in some casual clothes. Yn flipped over the comers and sat up. I left our bedroom to give her peace before she had to officially wake up. Entering the loft, I saw two of our kids.
"Hi, dad." They both greeted me. Our youngest boy popped up and jumped on me.
"Hello, Jun," I said, holding onto his body so he won't stumble.
Jun was only four years old. He was an active boy and enjoyed running a lot in the house. Although some days he would stumble. Yn would often call him to slip. Due to his clumsy nature, we always had to keep an eye on him.
"Hello to Alan." I let go of Jun and sat on the floor with Alan. He was stacking blocks. He lifted his head at me and smiled. Then focusing back on his tower.
"Wah, your tower looks so sturdy." I complimented him.
"You think so." He responded by adding another block to the top.
"Of course. Look at my son, a future architect." I cheered, pumping my fist in excitement. Alan backed away from the tower in amazement.
"Thank you." He looked over his work. But something quickly caught his attention. "Mama!"
That caused Jun and I to turn our heads. There stood Yn in a tank top and fluffy pajama bottoms. Her nightcap was off, and her braids were down by her waist. On her hip were our child and our only girl. Chanel, she was named after me. I was so happy to hear that our third baby was a girl, my little Princess. Most people assumed that she was a daddy's girl, but as soon as she came out of the womb. She's been attached to Yn.
"Morning, babies." She kissed the boy's forehead and placed Chanel in my lap.
"What are you guys feeling for breakfast?"
"Oats!" Jun shouted.
"No grits," Alan argued.
"And for you, Chanel?" I asked. She gave a small scream at the mention of her name. The boys got deeper into the argument over oatmeal and grits.
