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“Well, I’m sure once he realizes how many responsibilities I’m going to give him, he’s not going to like me so much anymore.” I chuckle. “But I’ll enjoy the moment while it lasts.”
“Oh, yes, I’m sure he’ll be cleaning guns and patrolling the house before he’s old enough to spell his own name,” she replies with a heavy tone of sarcasm.
I rub my chin. “I would’ve waited a few more years, but if you want him out there…”
“Don’t even joke. He’s our precious boy,” she says, laying a kiss on his head.
He immediately starts crying again, and I can’t help but laugh. Something tells me that our little Isaak is going to be trouble…
EPILOGUE
Kimberly
Iknew I’d find him in here.
“Isaak, that’s not a toy!” I shout, winding up the washcloth to snap it at him. “Come back here!”
Isaak screams with frantic excitement as he runs around the garage, diving under a truck and crawling out from the other side with my hairdryer in his tiny hand. He uses it to blow the bugs off the plants outside, but I can’t have him getting it all dirty again before dinner.
“I need that,” I beg as he runs past me into the house again.
He’s so fast, but I’m not really trying. It’s exhausting having to actually run after him, so these days I usually wait for him to burn himself out, walking from room to room as he flies over and under the furniture, laughing like some kind of madman.
“Alright, let’s make a deal,” I say, following him into the living room. “You give mommy her hair dryer, and I won’t make you eatanyvegetables for dinner.”
That gets his attention, but only for a moment. Once he sees my hopeful expression, he bursts into gleeful laughter once again, jumping off the sofa and making a break for the exit into the dining room.
Totally out of control, but only until Avraam comes home. Once he hears his heavy footsteps, Isaak is going to act like a little angel again.
“You know, I told daddy to buyextravegetable from the grocery store. Thestinkyones,” I warn as Isaak crawls under the dining room table.
“No broccoli!” he shrieks.
Broccoli isn’t even the worst of them, but that’s the one he always talks about.
“Yes, lots and lots of broccoli,” I say. “The white ones, too.”
Isaak doesn’t know the name for cauliflower, so he just calls it the white ones. For a while he was okay with eating them because they weren’t green, but once he realized they looked just like broccoli, he decided he didn’t want anything to do with them anymore.
Isaak leaves the hair dryer under the dining room table and he rushes out of the room, perhaps realizing that blowing bugs off the plants isn’t worth the punishment of having to eat something with even the slightest bit of nutritional value.
I sigh, grabbing it and coiling the cable back around the base. At least I can dry my hair before Avraam comes back from the grocery store. He loves it when it’s all silky and straight, especially since it’s gotten so long that it touches my ass when I’m lying on my stomach in bed.
I love to tease him that way, showing him what he’s going to have for dessert before I’ve even started on dinner. We still get plenty of time for fun despite the chaos Isaak brings. Damien watches him often enough, and as long as he’s outside, there’s a limit to the amount of trouble he can get in because he’s terrified of the guards posted near the gate.
Security is high, but our happiness as a family is even higher. I wouldn’t trade the love and excitement for anything, and neither would Avraam. We’re a team, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
