Short Stories

Pink Eraser

This story is titled Pink Eraser because, no matter how hard you try, you cannot erase the mistakes you have made. Do not dwell on mistakes, learn from them.

Skylar

"Mommy! Daddy! Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, daddy! Momma momma!" Jace cried from the other room. I groaned, rolling over and kissing Ryan's ear.

"Mmm. Your son is awake." He mumbled, throwing his arms over me and pulling me closer to him.

"Before seven, he's your son, love. After all, he's your mini reincarnation."

"You make it sound like it's the spawn of Satan." He chuckled, his minty breath brushing my cheek.

"He's not an it. Now go before he wrecks the kitchen. Or worse, your man cave." I whispered, planting a kiss on his lips and pushing him off the bed. "I love you."

"Yeah yeah, I love you too." I pulled him back onto the bed, kissing him softly. I held onto his shirt, our lips moving together sweetly.

He pulled back, looking at the clock on the wall, a smirk on his smug face, "It's 7:03. He's your kid now, they both are." That little shit.

"You little fuck! Come on! You did that on purpose!"

"I did no such thing. You're the one who kept kissing me past my time. Although... I'm glad you did." He flirted. I rolled my eyes, getting out of our super comfortable king sized bed.

I walked over to our dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a v-neck red sweater.

"Come on, boy. Get ready."

"Noooooooooo. Don't get dressed. I won't allow it." I felt myself being pulled towards his bare chest.

"Daddy! Daaaddy! Mooooommy!" Both Jace and Emma cried from their separate rooms.

I sighed, I'll get Jay, you get Em." I turned around, flinging my arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Daddy!" They cried again. I groaned and pulled back from our kiss, resting my forehead against his.

"Get some pants on, and go get your daughter. I love you."

"Go get your son, love. I love you." I sighed again, slipping on my sweater and walking out of my room, into Jace's room.

"Morning baby." I cooed, picking up my five year old, who still refused to sleep in a 'big boy' bed, out of his bed.

"Mornin' cutestu-fa." He answered, attempting to wink. I poked his tiny five-year-old nose and kissed his cheeks.

"Were you trying to impersonate daddy?" I teased, causing him to smirk, and place his small hand on my cheek.

"You trying to flirt with my girl, Jace? Cause I'm telling you right now, you're gonna have competition, and not just me." Ryan said from the doorway, holding Em and smiling a little.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." Jace replied, putting his head on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my neck.

"You wanna play that way, huh? I'll show you who's boss, punk." Ryan set Em down on the ground and pulled Jace off of me, sort of fighting with the five year old.

"Go daddy go! Kick the bananas outta Jacey!" Em cried, throwing her fists in the air. I cheered for both of them in their petty fight.

"Alright daddy! I, hehe, give up! She's yours! Just, hahahaha, stop tickling, hehe, me!" Jace was being tickled by Ry on the ground, giggling like an idiot.

"Now that's more like it." Jace stood up, holding out his hand to Jace, who took it and punched Ryan's leg.

"Don't punch daddy! That's not nice!" Em demanded, glaring at her twin.