Little Problems

Chapter 17

"One times one is two, two times two is four, four times eight is six and six add six is thirty two!"

Sang hummed to herself as she tried to complete a Disney jigsaw puzzle, eyes squinting as she looked for the head of one of the princesses. Her legs were crossed and Luke sat next to her, helping in her search for the pieces. He wasn't much help.

"Lolly! I told you to work on the arch, but it's not finished yet!" She scolded, smacking his hand when he want to put the head on the princess, picking it up herself and smiling when she completed that section. She was so good at puzzles.

"I'm trying, I'm trying! Geez." Luke huffed, not able to hid his slight smile at her cute frowny face.

"Well I need it finished! Stat!" She burst out, giggling to herself suddenly. "I have no idea what that means!"

"Why'd you say it then, silly goose?" Nathan questioned, peering down at her. He was sat on he sofa, texting Scarlett, though he couldn't help but listen in on their conversation. She was adorable.

"Daddy says it to people all the time and they always do what he says!" She explained, leaning her head back so that she could peer up at him.

Nathan chucked under her chin, smiling when she squealed at the ticklish feeling.

"Figures." Gabe muttered, glaring at the two. Sang had dedicated him to the 'very important' role of holding the box so she could see the picture properly. He was a box stand. He'd never been more offended.

"Having fun, Gabe?" Victor questioned, tapping away at something on his laptop. Sang looked up suddenly when she heard his voice. He was really pretty.

Gabe glared at him, gritting his teeth. "So much."

"Hm." Victor nodded condescendingly. He couldn't help but laugh earlier at the horrified expression on Gabe's face when Sang had told him it didn't matter how creative he claimed to be, it was his duty to hold the box.

"I don't know, Vic." Nathan chimed, squinting an eye like an artist would at a fruit bowl. "Something about him holding that princess box just suits him so well."

Victor snorted, nodding. "Didn't realise we'd be seeing his princess box so early in the morning, but each to their own."

Luke cackled and had to duck in order to dodge said box that Gabe was swinging at his head.

"Don't get violent now, princess."

Gabe grumbled to himself but sat back on his hunches when Sang glared at him. That girl could rival Owen.

"Hi, Victor!" Sang blurted when he accidentally locked eyes with her. She shook her hand vigorously, eyes popping out a little when he waved back.

"Yeah, hi." Victor muttered, looking away from her quickly. He hadn't missed the many glances she'd been sending his way that morning. It was slightly disturbing. Sure, she was cute and sweet and fucking hot, but Victor didn't really see that. He saw a child. And Victor hates kids.

Sang stared at him for a few seconds longer before inevitably growing bored. He was pretty but not very interesting.

"One times one is two. Two add two is six. Six times six is thirty-two." Sang continued her singing, smacking Luke's hand away from another jigsaw piece absentmindedly.

"Keep stealing all my pieces." Luke grumbled under his breath. Sang ignored him.

"Thirty-two is a prime number so only seven goes into it-"