{ANGST}
Josh's pov...
Closing the door to the family house I hear small footsteps running down the stairs,
"Dad!" My eldest daughter says running into my arms I wrap my arms around her waist picking her up and spinning around.
"Hi sweetheart." I laugh getting tackled by my five year old son once I put his sister down.
"Daddy, I missed you!" He giggles clinging onto my leg for dear life.
"I missed you too, but where's your papa?" I ask pulling him away from my leg, picking him up to sit on my hip.
"Papa's in the kitchen cooking dinner."
"Thank you, why don't you go play with your sister while I talk to Papa?"
"Otay." He giggles squirming out of my arms walking to the living room with his sister.
I sit my bag down on the floor and walk into the kitchen to find Anthony, I see him stirring batter in a bowl so I walk up behind him and hug his waist, putting my head in his shoulder.
"Hi baby."
"Hi," Anthony says turning around in my arms and wrapping his arms around my neck, placing a small kiss to my lips, "How was work?"
"It was okay, lots of training though, my muscles have become so sore." I whine making Anthony laugh, running his hands down my arms slowly massaging my biceps. "That feels good, but what are you making for dinner." I question looking over his shoulder.
"Breaded chicken with veggies."
"Yum, But we'll have to convince the five year old boy in there to eat the veggies." I laugh turning to look at my son sitting on the ground with his sister, playing cars.
"Yes we will, but I think it's your time to convince him, so no 'we', you."
"Oh great." I joke pecking Anthony's lips again. "Should I go take a shower before dinner."
"Yes please, you stink." Anthony giggles from my playful glare before turning back around to finish cooking.
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After I convinced my son to eat all his vegetables and everyone was done dinner, Anthony walked up the stairs with the kids to put them to bed while I cleaned up the dishes.
I fill the sink with soapy water and start washing the dishes, Footsteps come down the stairs before Anthony comes into view walking towards me with tears in his eyes.
"Baby what's wrong?" I ask, stopping my chore and wiping my hands on the towel, bringing Anthony into a tight hug.
He lets out a quiet sob burrowing his head into my shoulder and hugging my waist, making me lose oxygen.
"Anthony, I can't breath." I say tapping his back for him to loosen his arms.
"I-I am sorry, I am a m-mess." Anthony says taking his head out from my shoulder and wiping his cheeks free from his tears.
