Taking Chances (WILL EDIT LATER)

Chapter Twelve.

Note: Hello! Happy Halloween everyone. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter. If you are all heading out tonight, please remember to take the proper precautions in keeping yourself safe.

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It had been more than a couple weeks since Taron had left and since Nicola had taken on the task of looking after two children. Mikey had cheered up a little bit but just as expected, he still missed his father a lot and although he was working hard, Taron was missing his little boy so much. You'd have to pretty much be inept to not see the heartbreak in Taron's eyes.

"Ok you two, that's enough with the grumpiness." Nicola said as she waited for the kids to put their belongings away.

"I'm not grumpy." Mikey mumbled as he now sat in the corner of the sofa with his arms crossed angrily over his chest while his face was contorted in an over exaggerated frown.

"I suppose that you're not grumpy either Jasmine." Nicola said, looking at the over exaggerated frown on her sister's face.

"No." Jasmine snapped.

Before Nicola could say anything else, her phone rang. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing 'Taron🙂' flash across the screen.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you've called." Nicola said as she continued to look at the kids sitting on opposite ends of the sofa.

"That doesn't sound good." Taron replied, leaning back on his trailer sofa.

"I guess they were playing a game and Mikey threw a strop and planted himself on the sofa. Jasmine soon followed and they are both frowning at the wall behind the tv." Nicola explained with amusement.

"He's a real handful when he's grumpy." Taron chuckled.

"I told them to stop being grumpy. They both insisted that they are not grumpy." Nicola replied.

"Right. Let me talk to the boy." Taron said.

Nicola took the phone from her ear and walked over to Mikey.

"Your father wants to talk to you." Nicola said, holding the phone out to the little boy who immediately changed his mood from cranky to cheery.

"Daddy!" Mikey shouted down the speaker.

Taron had to pull the phone away from his ear.

"Hi buddy, are you behaving?" Taron replied with warning.

Mikey nodded.

"Uh ha." Mikey replied, feeling proud of himself.

"That's not what I heard." Taron responded.

The little boy's face fell and he looked at the woman in front of him with the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

"But I am." Mikey said sadly.

"Michael, you can't throw a strop because something doesn't go your way." Taron lightly lectured.

"Jasmine did too." Mikey answered.

"Did not!" Jasmine shouted in response, throwing herself face down into the sofa when Nicola made an attempt to quiet her down.

"It doesn't matter what Jasmine did or didn't do. You know better than to do that when you are a guest in someone else's home." Taron said.

"But-" Mikey started before Taron cut him off.

"No buts Michael, you know better than that. You need to say sorry to not only Jasmine but Nicola as well. While I'm gone, she is in charge." Taron said.

Mikey tried to hold his tears back but it didn't work. His bottom lip started wobbling and he wiped at his eyes with his free hand. Taron could hear his son's distress and felt his heart ache with the need to hold his son.