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Chapter 5
Trent drove his pickup through the tree-lined street of his neighborhood with the window rolled down, letting the gentle breeze coat his skin and enjoying the golden sunset on that late spring evening. He lived on a street where most of the houses were custom built about thirty years ago. He waved at his neighbors as he turned down the long drive that led to his back yard.
The gate sat pushed open, waiting for his arrival. Both Emalynn and Hunter were playing in their custom built jungle gym with Rhonny sitting in her normal spot on the patio, studying from one of her textbooks. Em saw him first and took off running from the swing set straight to the truck, but Hunter soon overtook her smaller stride. Everything became a race to the little guy. It didn ’t matter he beat an almost four-year-old, he loved winning and called it loudly.
“ I win! I beat you, Em!” Hunter declared, tagging the truck with his hand while looking over his shoulder at his sister.
“ Daddy, I wasn’t racing. He didn’t really beat me,” Em said, finally making it to him as he got out of the truck.
“ I know, baby. Hunter’s just at that age,” Trent said, shutting the truck door. Rhonny sat on the porch laughing as he scooped Em up for a big wet kiss on the lips. Hunter wrapped himself around Trent’s leg, giving him a tight hug and Trent reached down to rub his little boy’s head as they began to make their way to the back porch.
“ Why do you always say I’m at that age, Daddy?” Hunter asked, walking alongside him.
“ I say it because it’s what the parenting books say. At this age, he’ll do this. So I just say it back to you when you do something they say you will do at this age,” Trent said, looking down at Hunter’s upturned face. Both the children looked at him with their huge green eyes that seemed to reach out to his soul. He ran his hand over Hunter’s short, dark hair. From Em’s position in his arms, her soft wavy ash blond curls, wisped around her face and tickled his cheeks. It broke his heart to think about cutting her hair so it grew long, curling down her back.
“ Oh, Daddy, did the book say I could do this? Because I learned this at school today,” Hunter said, dropping down to do a very sloppy, but successful front roll in the grass.
“ Good job, man. You know, I don’t think it said you could do it until you were seven,” Trent said as Em began bucking in his arms to get down.
“ Daddy, I want to do it! Please!” Emalynn dropped straight down, landing on her feet, bending her head down to the concrete driveway.
“ Hang on, Em, let me help you. Come to the grass, you’ll hurt your head on the sidewalk.” Trent moved to the yard where they played together until complete darkness, about forty-five minutes later. Em got the hang of the front roll, while Hunter worked on his back rolls and handstands. The whole time Trent spotted them both, making sure neither got hurt. He even executed a couple of sloppy front rolls himself to the excitement of the children.
“ Daddy, Rhonny and I cooked dinner. Hunter helped too. I’m hungry,” Em said, coming to stand by him while he hung on to Hunter’s feet as he performed another handstand.
“ Yeah, good point, Em. You two need to eat. It’s already seven-thirty. Dinner, bath, bed. Yay!” Rhonny said from the porch where she’d continued to read while they played.
“ No, boo!” Hunter called back, but the night had come on quick. The late May evening air grew crisp. He could see the goose bumps springing up on Em’s arms.
“ Come on, Rhonny’s right. Let’s go inside, you two. I have paperwork and you two have to go to bed. I need sleep. Sleep without arms hitting and legs kicking me. Any idea who it might have been, Hunt?” Trent asked, grabbing Em up in his arms and herding Hunter into the house.
“ Emalynn,” Hunter promptly replied which started a whole new round of arguing over who could have kicked him
Chapter 5
Trent drove his pickup through the tree-lined street of his neighborhood with the window rolled down, letting the gentle breeze coat his skin and enjoying the golden sunset on that late spring evening. He lived on a street where most of the houses were custom built about thirty years ago. He waved at his neighbors as he turned down the long drive that led to his back yard.
The gate sat pushed open, waiting for his arrival. Both Emalynn and Hunter were playing in their custom built jungle gym with Rhonny sitting in her normal spot on the patio, studying from one of her textbooks. Em saw him first and took off running from the swing set straight to the truck, but Hunter soon overtook her smaller stride. Everything became a race to the little guy. It didn ’t matter he beat an almost four-year-old, he loved winning and called it loudly.
“ I win! I beat you, Em!” Hunter declared, tagging the truck with his hand while looking over his shoulder at his sister.
“ Daddy, I wasn’t racing. He didn’t really beat me,” Em said, finally making it to him as he got out of the truck.
“ I know, baby. Hunter’s just at that age,” Trent said, shutting the truck door. Rhonny sat on the porch laughing as he scooped Em up for a big wet kiss on the lips. Hunter wrapped himself around Trent’s leg, giving him a tight hug and Trent reached down to rub his little boy’s head as they began to make their way to the back porch.
“ Why do you always say I’m at that age, Daddy?” Hunter asked, walking alongside him.
“ I say it because it’s what the parenting books say. At this age, he’ll do this. So I just say it back to you when you do something they say you will do at this age,” Trent said, looking down at Hunter’s upturned face. Both the children looked at him with their huge green eyes that seemed to reach out to his soul. He ran his hand over Hunter’s short, dark hair. From Em’s position in his arms, her soft wavy ash blond curls, wisped around her face and tickled his cheeks. It broke his heart to think about cutting her hair so it grew long, curling down her back.
“ Oh, Daddy, did the book say I could do this? Because I learned this at school today,” Hunter said, dropping down to do a very sloppy, but successful front roll in the grass.
“ Good job, man. You know, I don’t think it said you could do it until you were seven,” Trent said as Em began bucking in his arms to get down.
“ Daddy, I want to do it! Please!” Emalynn dropped straight down, landing on her feet, bending her head down to the concrete driveway.
“ Hang on, Em, let me help you. Come to the grass, you’ll hurt your head on the sidewalk.” Trent moved to the yard where they played together until complete darkness, about forty-five minutes later. Em got the hang of the front roll, while Hunter worked on his back rolls and handstands. The whole time Trent spotted them both, making sure neither got hurt. He even executed a couple of sloppy front rolls himself to the excitement of the children.
“ Daddy, Rhonny and I cooked dinner. Hunter helped too. I’m hungry,” Em said, coming to stand by him while he hung on to Hunter’s feet as he performed another handstand.
“ Yeah, good point, Em. You two need to eat. It’s already seven-thirty. Dinner, bath, bed. Yay!” Rhonny said from the porch where she’d continued to read while they played.
“ No, boo!” Hunter called back, but the night had come on quick. The late May evening air grew crisp. He could see the goose bumps springing up on Em’s arms.
“ Come on, Rhonny’s right. Let’s go inside, you two. I have paperwork and you two have to go to bed. I need sleep. Sleep without arms hitting and legs kicking me. Any idea who it might have been, Hunt?” Trent asked, grabbing Em up in his arms and herding Hunter into the house.
“ Emalynn,” Hunter promptly replied which started a whole new round of arguing over who could have kicked him
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