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in the dimly lit room, completely oblivious to their surroundings, while Ivy sat at the large wooden desk in the corner nook reading an email on her laptop and eating nachos out of a bowl. She had on her headphones to drown out the sound of children, something Nicola could never do in the house while he was babysitting. He was too paranoid.
Stealthily, he leaned against the door and watched them as they went about their business - safe from everything that was outside of these walls. His oldest boy slapped his twin brother in the head and called him a booger right before the youngest of his sons told everyone to smell his feet. They were all boy - gross and untrained.
He cherished all four of his sons - every single one of their many idiosyncrasies.
He found their chatter to be soothing and their problems to be a break from the real world. All four of his children adored him, praising him constantly and always looking to him for answers. It made him feel needed in a different way than people needed him on his job. His children needed him to help them survive, to grow and become catalysts of change in their community - world shakers.
And his Ivy…
Words were not enough to express how much he loved his wife. Each and every year they fell deeper and deeper in love, despite the arguments, the sofa deployments, the rolling eyes and snide remarks. That was just a part of marriage, ask any old person. But his wife was his shelter and his foundation. She kept him grounded.
Her voice cracked across the room like lightning. “Turn that TV down. I can hear it above these dang earphones!” Ivy screamed, pulling an ear bud from her ear.
“It’s Madison’s fault!” Adam screamed.
“No, it’s not!” Madison argued, slapping his brother in the ear. “It’s your fault.”
“Enough hitting! If one of you hit each other ONE MORE TIME, then I’m going to start paddling people’s asses!” Her voice was harsher now, full mommy-mode.
Nicola snickered to himself at Ivy’s feeble attempt. She tried to be so tough. It only made her softer.
She caught a glimpse of her husband’s large shadow in the corner and stood up. “Nicky?” Suddenly, her voice was a mix of excitement and surprise.
“Yeah, baby,” Nicola said, stepping inside the door. He winked at her. “ Paddling asses ?” He laughed. “Since when do you paddle anything?”
“Daddy!” the kids sang, turning around on the back of the sofa to look at him. All four sets of eyes burned through him, looking for treats.
“Did you bring us anything?” Madison asked.
“Forgot. I’ll fix you a treat with dinner,” N icola said, slapping his pockets.
“What are you doing over there?” Ivy asked, walking over to him.
“Just checking you guys out,” he said, pulling her to him. He noticed that she was glowing - her skin was radiating like the sun was right under the surface.
She hugged him tight. “You made it.”
“I told you I’d be here to cook dinner,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “I try to never break a promise.”
“ Try is the operative word,” she said, looking up at him as she held on to his waist and weaving her fingers around his gun. “Now that you’re here, I’m going upstairs and run a hot bath.”
“Can I get in?” he growled into her ear.
“Nope. Mommy needs some me time,” she said, stepping away. “Kids. He’s all yours.” Patting him on the back, she disappeared down the hall.
***
Two hours later, two sets of little kids ran up and down the front staircase chasing each other and screaming, while SpongeBob played in the den.
Madison and Adam, the oldest twin boys, led the gang, followed by Michael and David, the three-year old twin boys, who worked hard to keep up with their older siblings.
Pleased with the racket, Nicola cooked a large pot of spaghetti in the kitchen as he watched the news, and Ivy counted socks in the adjoining TV room, coupling them together every time that she found a
Stealthily, he leaned against the door and watched them as they went about their business - safe from everything that was outside of these walls. His oldest boy slapped his twin brother in the head and called him a booger right before the youngest of his sons told everyone to smell his feet. They were all boy - gross and untrained.
He cherished all four of his sons - every single one of their many idiosyncrasies.
He found their chatter to be soothing and their problems to be a break from the real world. All four of his children adored him, praising him constantly and always looking to him for answers. It made him feel needed in a different way than people needed him on his job. His children needed him to help them survive, to grow and become catalysts of change in their community - world shakers.
And his Ivy…
Words were not enough to express how much he loved his wife. Each and every year they fell deeper and deeper in love, despite the arguments, the sofa deployments, the rolling eyes and snide remarks. That was just a part of marriage, ask any old person. But his wife was his shelter and his foundation. She kept him grounded.
Her voice cracked across the room like lightning. “Turn that TV down. I can hear it above these dang earphones!” Ivy screamed, pulling an ear bud from her ear.
“It’s Madison’s fault!” Adam screamed.
“No, it’s not!” Madison argued, slapping his brother in the ear. “It’s your fault.”
“Enough hitting! If one of you hit each other ONE MORE TIME, then I’m going to start paddling people’s asses!” Her voice was harsher now, full mommy-mode.
Nicola snickered to himself at Ivy’s feeble attempt. She tried to be so tough. It only made her softer.
She caught a glimpse of her husband’s large shadow in the corner and stood up. “Nicky?” Suddenly, her voice was a mix of excitement and surprise.
“Yeah, baby,” Nicola said, stepping inside the door. He winked at her. “ Paddling asses ?” He laughed. “Since when do you paddle anything?”
“Daddy!” the kids sang, turning around on the back of the sofa to look at him. All four sets of eyes burned through him, looking for treats.
“Did you bring us anything?” Madison asked.
“Forgot. I’ll fix you a treat with dinner,” N icola said, slapping his pockets.
“What are you doing over there?” Ivy asked, walking over to him.
“Just checking you guys out,” he said, pulling her to him. He noticed that she was glowing - her skin was radiating like the sun was right under the surface.
She hugged him tight. “You made it.”
“I told you I’d be here to cook dinner,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “I try to never break a promise.”
“ Try is the operative word,” she said, looking up at him as she held on to his waist and weaving her fingers around his gun. “Now that you’re here, I’m going upstairs and run a hot bath.”
“Can I get in?” he growled into her ear.
“Nope. Mommy needs some me time,” she said, stepping away. “Kids. He’s all yours.” Patting him on the back, she disappeared down the hall.
***
Two hours later, two sets of little kids ran up and down the front staircase chasing each other and screaming, while SpongeBob played in the den.
Madison and Adam, the oldest twin boys, led the gang, followed by Michael and David, the three-year old twin boys, who worked hard to keep up with their older siblings.
Pleased with the racket, Nicola cooked a large pot of spaghetti in the kitchen as he watched the news, and Ivy counted socks in the adjoining TV room, coupling them together every time that she found a
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