Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Seven

"Mom?" my second-oldest daughter said. "Is it normal for Dad to pass out twice in a couple minutes? Does he pass out a lot? How do we have a relationship with him when he is passed out all the time?"

I giggled softly. "He does not—" I was cut off by Neil.

He was cradling Alex. "Take it from me, big sisters and adorable sister."

The brand new baby was in my eldest daughter's arms. She laughed and kicked.

Tamara, who was in Cal's arms, yelled, "Wah!"

Alex joined in. "Wah!"

"You two are adorable also," Neil said.

The babies stopped crying and cooed excitedly.

We were walking down the sidewalk to our home. Kara and I were carrying an unconscious Caleb. After seeing our newborn daughters, he passed out again. I was not annoyed. I never am whenever he faints. He passes out often because of his anxiety. But he is improving.

I prefer a guy with bad anxiety over a jerk.

Neil looked back up at his new siblings. "Caleb - that is Dad's name - is the coolest dad. He does not pass out a lot because he is busy playing with us and creating kids with Mom."

Kara and I stopped, forcing the kids to also. We looked down at Neil.

"What did you just say?" Kara asked sternly.

He pulled Alex close. His body trembled. "Am...am I in trouble?"

"Oh, no," I reassured him. "We just want to know what you said."

"I said that Dad is the coolest dad and—"

"The last part. What did you say about me and Dad?"

"I said that Daddy is busy creating kids with Mommy."

I could no longer hold Caleb. I needed a break. So Kara and I laid him in front of us on the sidewalk. He always looks peaceful when he is passed out or sleeps.

I bent down so Neil and I met face-to-face.

"How do you know? Did somebody tell you?"

"Did somebody tell me that moms and dads make kids, Mommy?"

I gazed into his precious eyes. "Yes."

"Daddy told me."

My eyebrows shot up. "Daddy told you?"

"Yes."

"What did he tell you exactly?" Kara said.

"He told me that whenever a mom and dad want a kid, they write a letter to God and Santa Claus. God creates the baby, and Santa Claus delivers it on Christmas Eve. So...can I have a baby brother?"

"I want a baby brother too!" Cal proclaimed. "And I am sure that the readers want us to have a baby brother as well."

The babies burst out crying.

The boys gasped and comforted their baby sisters.

"We love you. We love playing and cuddling with you," Cal said.

"Who needs a baby brother when we have three cuties? Baby brothers are overrated," Neil said.

A woman was pushing a blue stroller up said sidewalk. When Neil said what he said, the baby boy sobbed.

Neil looked at him. "I mean...baby brothers rule! Yeah! They are awesome!"

The baby immediately stopped crying and clapped.

Cal and Neil are the sweetest boys. They received their sweetness from their father.

Kara and I picked Caleb back up. We all continued our walk.

Kara whispered, "I almost had a heart attack. I literally thought that Caleb told him."

"I figured that he told him the PG version," I replied. "I was not expecting the letter version."

We reached home. Kara and I set Caleb on the couch. I put a couch pillow under his head and kissed his warm cheek. I moved his bangs away from his eyes.

"We are blessed to have you back, Caleb. It was not the same without you." I put one hand over my mouth and let out a long yawn. "I think that it is bedtime."

The boys and babies were not keen on the idea.

"We do not want to go to bed," Neil whined.

"We want to play with you and Daddy and our sisters," Cal added.

Neil stretched both arms above his head and leaped up and down. "Then we want you guys to read to us!"

Our family returned to normal. No. Better.