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If anything, we were a lot more lenient on our children because of how we were raised. We wanted them to be happy, and sometimes, that came with them being really bad kids.
Which was bad, we knew.
But there was only so much we could do with the childhood trauma we were given.
“Hey!”
Folsom’s words reminded me that I still had my phone that Ande had slipped into my pocket.
“Sorry, sorry,” I said. “Anything else?”
“No,” she said. “We’re getting back on the road now. We’ll be there soon. I’ll find out whatever I can on the daughter as we drive.”
Picking up my son after Folsom hung up, I cuddled him close.
He smelled so sweet and innocent.
I fucking loved this age.
At four months old, he wasn’t so fragile that you were scared to hold him, but he was still small and cuddly and couldn’t do much. Unlike his demon spawn sister who could do absolutely everything. All without getting caught.
Tex did the cute little baby groan, and then stretched in my arms, throwing his chubby little hands up high over his head.
I grinned and held him while he stretched, standing stock still as I took him in.
He was the perfect little blend of Ande and me.
He had mine and Ande’s bright blue eyes, cute, pouty little lips and chin. He had my dark hair and skin tone, as well as what was looking like hair texture.
Meanwhile, the little girl who stomped into the room looking angry that she’d had to have a bath, was Ande’s mini-me all the way.
All auburn hair and no coordination, she was Ande’s to a T.
“Daddy, bad daddy.” She pointed her little finger at me.
“Bad daddy?” I asked. “Why?”
“Mommy trow up.” She mimicked the move that Ande was making a lot lately. “She says you bad daddy.”
I usually was only declared that when I knocked her up.
Which I had.
But as was apparently the way with my family, I was having lots and lots of kids.
We’d managed to make it the first year without any.
We’d gotten married at a small civil ceremony at the courthouse with only her parents as witnesses—something my sisters had never let me forget.
But after we’d tied the knot, we’d decided to stop the birth control. The moment she went off of it, she’d gotten pregnant. It was as if her body knew it was time just like our minds did.
“And did Mommy say bad daddy?” I laughed.
“I sure did.” Ande groaned as she walked in, patting her flat belly. “I just threw up my Reese’s, so now I need another one.”
Laughing, I walked to the closet that held a change of clothes for kids of all sizes.
Grabbing a t-shirt and shorts, I tossed them at Addi, who caught them, then dropped them.
