“I sit with you, though?No falling?”
“Falling is fun.You have padding on yous butt.”Tori patted her backside.“Is made for falling on.”
“You can sit with me, Peter.And we won’t fall.It wouldn’t be good for my leg right now.”
And he couldn’t wait to see his baby girl on the ice.
One day this child was going to be famous.He could tell.
“All right, you two.We should go downstairs and help Daddy with breakfast now.”Although he was guessing the best help would be them just sitting and eating.
“Do you need help to your special chair?”Peter was fascinated by it.
“I would like that very much, son.”
Peter took his hand, and he let Peter pull him up, doing 95% of the work himself.Happily, he could now.
Tori was galumphing down the stairs, singing at the top of her lungs about skating and bacon and Peter and…koala bears?
Had they read a book about koala bears recently?He shook his head and sat in the chair lift stair.“Can you plug in the seat belt?”
“I can Dad!”
Peter clicked him in, and then walked down with him, jabbering about how he was going to make a chair too.
If the boy was taking apart vacuum cleaners, JP would totally put odds on Peter being able to make a chair.
Peter held his hand the entire way, then unclipped his seat belt.“Ta-da!”
“Thank you, Peter.I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Peter beamed at him, then ran off.“Daddy!I helped!”
“Of course you did, sweetheart.”
JP grabbed his walker and made his way into the kitchen.He was really looking forward to being able to ditch the thing altogether and just walk.The chair lift would be needed for a while longer, but on flat surfaces?He was itching to be able to just go.
The kids were at their places eating oatmeal with blueberries, the radio was playing poppy, happy music, and he could smell bacon.
Not only that, he’d gotten laid last night.
He pulled out a chair but didn’t sit down.“You need help with anything, Chou?”
He got a warm smile as Ian pulled out two little plates and one big plate.“I don’t.Do you want coffee, tea, cocoa?”
“Oh, cocoa sounds good.”He sat grinning at the kids.Peter, eating carefully, while Tori shoved the oatmeal into her mouth like it was a race.
Soon there were five eggs made — three for him, one for each baby.Then bacon on each plate, and a mug of cocoa.
Then Ian grabbed a piece of bread and wrapped it around the bacon, eating it as he wandered around the kitchen.
Was Ian ever still?
“Sit, Chou.”
He got a smile, bacon sandwich in one hand, coffee mug on two fingers, cleaning cloth in his other hand.“Hmm?”
“Put down the rag and come sit with us.”
