Chapter 89 Alex and Aurora: Age over 6 years GABRIEL I watched as Alex stomped his feet, frustrated about something I couldnât quite point at.
âI donât like this?â He muttered under his breath, watching the leg he had been building for days. He was always low on patience, and lego was definitely not his choice of toy but Sophia and me had gotten it on purpose, hoping to instil some calm in him.
He wasnât too happy about the impromptu gift we had gotten hien but had been building it any way to not break his motherâs heart.
1 blinked, looking at the hundred pieces car set.
âI think itâs alright,â I comment from behind, âJust the door seems a little off. You might want to remove that black piece and interchange it with the red one.â
Alex looks at both the pieces as if taking in my suggestion with a lot of consideration before he picks up the toy and throws it down with so much force, all pieces fall apart. Then, he grins I shake my head, sighing.
Zach, who had been watching the scene unfold with amused eyes, laughs, his head falling back.
He only shuts up when I glare at him. Itâs a rule Sophia and I had made, to not laugh when he does something like this in case he takes it as encouragement. â
âWhy would you do that, Alex?â I ask.
âYou said it was alright.
âYeah. Alrightâs a good thingâ
âBut, his eyebrows furrow, âMiss Mary taught us in class that alright is average.â
âAverage is good, I add again.
âNo.â He announces, âI donât like average. I want to be the best.â
I shake my head again and my best friend grins. âYour son,â Zachâs smile was so wide, it showed all his teeth, âNo patern test needed.â
I glare at him.
âWhat?â He shrugs. âA wanna-be perfectionist who would stop at nothing? Thatâs a mini-you.
âIâm not a wanna-be perfectionist,â I roll my eyes. âI am a natural perfectionist. Donât be jealous.â
âPIL He blows some air out of his mouth in return.
âHey Alex, Zach calls.
My son looks up, leaving the scrambled lego pieces that he was beginning to assemble. âWhat?â
For a reason unknown, Alex has never liked Zach, and he probably never will.
1/4 âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â
âA fireman.â
Thatâs new,â Zach comments, eyebrows furrowing. âWhy?â
âSo I can light you on fire. Alex grins.
The amused smile that spreads on my lips was so instant that I donât think I I can even discipline him on this one. âMy son, huh?â I smirk.
Zach frowns. âFiremen put out fire. They donât cause fires,â
âBut Dad said I can be whatever I want to be!â He stomps his foot. âSo I will be the kind of fireman who lights you on fire.â
Zachâs gaze flutters to me. âChildren usually love me. Why is your son the exception?â
I shrug. âMaybe heâs the only sane kid aroundâ
âDad, Alex calls me again, âCan I light Miss Mary on fire if she tells me again that I shouldnât be playing after break time?â
âAbsolutely not. 1 tell him, my voice firm. Flashbacks from when Damien started a fire in the school when he wanted a half day cloud my mind. âIf you light people on fire, they will get hurt, badly. Theyâll die. Do you want to kill people, Alex?â
My son shakes his head.
If I light Uncle Zach on fire, heâll die?â
Inod Then I wonât do it.â
âGood.â I smile at him, âNow, apologise to him?â
âSorry. Zach, Alex bats his eyelashes. âBut even you canât call Skye my cousin. Sheâs not my sister, and she gets very upset when you say that.â
âAnd you donât mind if I call Skye your sister?â
âDonât care.â Alex raises his shoulders, attention shifting back to the disassembled lego car. âJust donât upset her.â
âI donât like your son.â Zach mused. âHe wants to protect my own daughter from me?â
1 smirk. âYou know him. He protects everyone he loves.â
âHe better keep his love to himself.â
âHeâs six and sheâs eight. I think theyâll be okay.â I laugh, and Zach frowns, an equation I loved.
My two and almost half years old son flings into my arms when join my wife and them in the park, and Alex runs to Aurora and Skye who were at the swings.
I wince as I watch him glare at a kid older than him till he leaves the third swing, and how Alex grins when he gets on it.
Aurora daje her hand at her brother..
âOh, am I a terrible mother for allowing that? Freckles whispers to Anna, who just laughs.
âDadaâ Ronan commands my attention in his adorable little voice. âMama said no swing! Only for big babies.â
The only one of my kids who calls me dada. The other two upgraded to Dad a year after Ronan was born, and I hated that they were growing up so quick.
âYes, champ. I tell him, ruffling his brown hair. These are the big kid swings. How about I hold you for a bit and let you swing? Do you want to try it then?â
Freckles couldnât do that. She did it once when the twins were little but somehow managed to end up getting her hair stuck in the ropes, and she swore never again.
âYes, dada,â He bobbled his head and I carried him to the centre swing from which Skye had just waddled off after seeing her father, and place him there.
âWow Ro! Youâre a big kid now.â My daughter grins, trying to give him her hand.
âYou both canât swing together, princess. He canât swing at your speed yet, and youâll both end up falling.â I explain to her while slightly pushing Ronanâs swing, careful if he falls off.
Aurora pouts, but retrieves her hand nonetheless.
âAlex! See!â Ronan puts his feet in the air, and nty elder son leaves one his hands from the swing handles to give him a thumbs up.
âCareful Alex.â I contemplated the urge to roll my eyes at my little daredevil.
I donât know for how long the three of them were on the swings, but somewhere, it included Zach, Anna and Skye leaving. my Freckles clicking pictures of the three and Ronan making me leave because he had now upgraded to the big baby swing and didnât need me for safety reasons.
âCan we make one more?â I ask my wife while gently kissing her shoulders and she tears her gaze away from all three of them to look at me.
âAre you serious?â She bats her eyelashes, her freckles visible even under the setting sun. âI thought we were three and done.â
âYeah, but... theyâre growing up.â
She giggles. âOf course theyâll grow up.â
âBut...â I trail trying to find the words. âTheyâre not little anymoreâ
âDonât they still need your stories to fall asleep?â She reminds me softly. âAnd, there are so many milestones left. Aur Alex will just start first grade. Theyâre both yet to ride their bikes without their safety wheels. And Ronan has just beg school a few months ago. So many milestones, Gabriel.â
âI want another.â
âWeâre already outnumber,â She whispers, her smile reaching her eyes.
âThink about it?â
âI will,â she promises turning away from me to call the kids. âCome on! Itâs supper time. Weâll come back to the park tomorrow. Off now.â
Ronan was the first to get off like the obedient boy he is, run to his mama and climb up her arms. Little traitor.
Alex was the second one off, insisting he wanted a piggyback ride, and I put him on my shoulders. Their piggyback rides are the reason I workout these days, just to be strong enough to do this as they grow.
Chapter 89 Aurora walks between mie and Freckles, one of her hands in one of our spare ones.
As we walk back to our home from the park, the only thing I could wonder is how did I get so lucky?