Bring Me To Life (After Keeping A Promise, Book 3) Hiccelsa (EDITED)

Chapter 19

The end of October came quick. It was the first week of November. Asher was two months old. And I'm going to be 17 in a month. Hiccup's been trying to avoid his Dad for the entire month.

Hiccup gets mad at him every time, his father tries to help him. Other than him being annoyed with everything, he's pushing through. As much as Hiccup hated that his Father wasn't around, I'm sure they both aren't used to change.

It's hard to see him in these bad days, which are quite often now. It was Saturday, so I decided to leave him alone. I knew he was probably in the basement or in the garage working on some latest creation.

I look to see Toothless sitting at the basement door, with his nose stuck under the door. With a sigh, I just ignored him as went into the kitchen. Asher was in his high chair, minding his own business. He took the Pacifier out of his mouth, dropping it on the floor. As soon as he dropped it, I ran to pick it up. "No, Asher. It'll get dirty." I tell him. He hurt looked at me with those bright green eyes, then tried to reach out for it.

"Hold on," I rinse it in the hot water, then dry it off. After I have it back to him, I clipped it to his shirt so he wouldn't drop it again.

Asher's a smart baby. He doesn't know how to crawl yet, but Hiccup is trying to get him to roll over. Which is adorable. It's super cute watching our little bowling ball with legs try to roll over, when he can't. Yes, we call Asher a Bowling Ball with Legs. He's got baby fat. He's a little chubby. 

It makes him cuter. As the days go by, he starts to look more and more like Hiccup. Sure, he has a lot of me too, like the powers, but I mostly see Hiccup in my son.

Asher soon will know he has powers. When he turns one, he'll know. And as soon as that happens, he's not going to know how to control them. But then again, Asher might be different. He may know how to control them. Better than I ever did.

Asher squeaked loudly letting some ice fly past me. I duck then turn around. I see Hiccup slowly stand up, ruffling the snow out of his hair. "He always goes for me!" He joked fixing his hair.

"He likes you."

"Ha Ha Ha. Very funny." He joked walking over to me. He ruffled our sons dark hair then went to the counter. I watch him for a moment. He then looked up. "Have you seen my dad?" He asked.

"No."

"Good!"

I give him a look. "Why?"

"After a few hours, having someone on your case get annoying." He said, peeling the skin off of an Apple.

"He just wants what's best for you right now," I tell him.

"I know, but I'm not used to him being around me so much. I'm so used to seeing him once a day." He said continuing to peel the Apple. After he was done, he cut it into little pieces. He's probably entertaining himself. "Can he eat these yet?" He then asked about the baby.

"Sorta. I wouldn't trust it though." I answer.

He smirked then started to eat some himself. "He's missing out."

I laugh a little. "He doesn't know what an Apple is!" I say.

"He will."

I only smile shaking my head a little. "Sometimes I wonder about you," I say.

He ate another Apple piece. "A lot of people do." He joked. I suddenly jump when the doorbell rang. Hiccup shook his head at the loud noise. I forgot how much he hates those now.

"I'll get it," I say to him stealing one of his Apple pieces then left.

Toothless didn't bark. His nose was still under the door. He must think Hiccup's down there. I plop the Apple piece in my mouth then open the door. My jaw literally drops when I see who it is.

"Jack?!"