dresses,” Amelia chirps in.
I nod in agreement, “Me too kid. So does Uncle James.”
“I do not!”
“Do too.”
“I never did, so whatever he got as a child I’m glad I didn’t catch it,” Lucas also chirps in, barely containing his laughter. “How’d we get onto this subject? I was gone for one minute tops.”
“James said he liked how warm Jacob’s leg felt against his thigh.” I deadpan. “I was shocked to say the least until Sylvia confirmed the dress thing.”
James eyes go wide, “I did n ot say that at all! Did I Jacob?”
“I believe you also said, Christ I’m sporting wood,” Jacob shrugs and gives me a playful smirk. “I swear Lucas, he kept stroking my arm.”
By this point Lucas is laughing so hard no sound is coming out, it looks like he’s choking. I’m struggling to contain it myself but somehow I manage to keep a blank face. “It’s ok James. We all understand.”
“I hate you all. Seriously, disowning every last one of you.”
“I have his anchor right here,” I pat my belly and stick my tongue out at a flustered looking James who is now standing in the middle of the room glaring at us all. “One little male invader slow cooking in the oven. At least you get a kid before you step out of the closet. That’s always a bonus.”
He sighs and leans against the wall, “One of these days I’m going to get you back.”
I put on a deep voice, “When you least expect it. Muhaha.” That was my evil laugh in full form. Where’s that grey fluffy cat? “Hey!” I suddenly squeal startling them all. “Now we have an actual reason to go to all those awesome gay clubs. Thanks James, you’re awesome.”
“Not biting.” He states with a firm nod. “It’ll only encourage you.”
We opt for another Disney movie due to Amelia being in the room and Lucas being rather protective when it comes to movies above a Universal rating. I’m squished on the couch between James and Sinus blocker, I mean Sylvia. Jacob is sat at the end with Amelia curled around him and Lucas is on the armchair a few feet to the right. “I wish I could fly.”
“So they need fairy dust and happy thoughts. Huh, I’m pretty sure you can buy fairy dust from the stationary store,” Jacob says and leans forward so he can see me over Sylvia who is as enthralled as Amelia is by the movie. “I don’t mind letting you test the theory.”
“Jacob wants me dead.”
“Just injured.”
“Be quiet,” Amelia chastises making me snigger and reach behind Sylvia to tug on her braid. She spins and glowers at Jacob who holds his hand s up in surrender. “Wasn’t me.”
After a moment I do it again, this time she glares at Sylvia. Sylvia points at me, her eyes never leaving the screen. Amelia huffs and glares at me. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Pulling my hair.” Her little scrunched up face is adorable to say the least.
“Ok.”
“You pwomise?” she narrows her green eyes in suspicion. I nod, “Of course.” My fingers are crossed at my side making my promise empty, I’m going to have to teach her this.
What a wrong lesson to teach a child.
And this is the reason I should NOT be a parent. Ding, ding, ding.
Evil laugh commencing, in my head of course otherwise I’d give up the entire operation. I call it, annoy the kid until she squeals for her daddy.
I reach behind Sylvia once more and tug on her braid, I’m not doing it hard, just a tiny little tug that’s enough to annoy but not to cause even a tiny fraction of pain. “DADDY!” Amelia squeals, startling Lucas from his Peter Pan stupor. “Maya keep pulling my hair.”
“I do not!”
“Yes she does daddy. Tell her.”
Lucas rolls his eyes, “Maya. Leave her
I nod in agreement, “Me too kid. So does Uncle James.”
“I do not!”
“Do too.”
“I never did, so whatever he got as a child I’m glad I didn’t catch it,” Lucas also chirps in, barely containing his laughter. “How’d we get onto this subject? I was gone for one minute tops.”
“James said he liked how warm Jacob’s leg felt against his thigh.” I deadpan. “I was shocked to say the least until Sylvia confirmed the dress thing.”
James eyes go wide, “I did n ot say that at all! Did I Jacob?”
“I believe you also said, Christ I’m sporting wood,” Jacob shrugs and gives me a playful smirk. “I swear Lucas, he kept stroking my arm.”
By this point Lucas is laughing so hard no sound is coming out, it looks like he’s choking. I’m struggling to contain it myself but somehow I manage to keep a blank face. “It’s ok James. We all understand.”
“I hate you all. Seriously, disowning every last one of you.”
“I have his anchor right here,” I pat my belly and stick my tongue out at a flustered looking James who is now standing in the middle of the room glaring at us all. “One little male invader slow cooking in the oven. At least you get a kid before you step out of the closet. That’s always a bonus.”
He sighs and leans against the wall, “One of these days I’m going to get you back.”
I put on a deep voice, “When you least expect it. Muhaha.” That was my evil laugh in full form. Where’s that grey fluffy cat? “Hey!” I suddenly squeal startling them all. “Now we have an actual reason to go to all those awesome gay clubs. Thanks James, you’re awesome.”
“Not biting.” He states with a firm nod. “It’ll only encourage you.”
We opt for another Disney movie due to Amelia being in the room and Lucas being rather protective when it comes to movies above a Universal rating. I’m squished on the couch between James and Sinus blocker, I mean Sylvia. Jacob is sat at the end with Amelia curled around him and Lucas is on the armchair a few feet to the right. “I wish I could fly.”
“So they need fairy dust and happy thoughts. Huh, I’m pretty sure you can buy fairy dust from the stationary store,” Jacob says and leans forward so he can see me over Sylvia who is as enthralled as Amelia is by the movie. “I don’t mind letting you test the theory.”
“Jacob wants me dead.”
“Just injured.”
“Be quiet,” Amelia chastises making me snigger and reach behind Sylvia to tug on her braid. She spins and glowers at Jacob who holds his hand s up in surrender. “Wasn’t me.”
After a moment I do it again, this time she glares at Sylvia. Sylvia points at me, her eyes never leaving the screen. Amelia huffs and glares at me. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Pulling my hair.” Her little scrunched up face is adorable to say the least.
“Ok.”
“You pwomise?” she narrows her green eyes in suspicion. I nod, “Of course.” My fingers are crossed at my side making my promise empty, I’m going to have to teach her this.
What a wrong lesson to teach a child.
And this is the reason I should NOT be a parent. Ding, ding, ding.
Evil laugh commencing, in my head of course otherwise I’d give up the entire operation. I call it, annoy the kid until she squeals for her daddy.
I reach behind Sylvia once more and tug on her braid, I’m not doing it hard, just a tiny little tug that’s enough to annoy but not to cause even a tiny fraction of pain. “DADDY!” Amelia squeals, startling Lucas from his Peter Pan stupor. “Maya keep pulling my hair.”
“I do not!”
“Yes she does daddy. Tell her.”
Lucas rolls his eyes, “Maya. Leave her
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