As every Mother's day the twins Alfred and Matthew would take out their father Arthur out for dinner and their other father Francis would go out Father's day. Francis was to watch Daniel the youngest son who should have been in bed. Daniel entered the kitchen, dragging his stuffed lion along. "Papa? Will you sit with me until I fall asleep?" The five year-old asked softly, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Not now" Answered Francis who was half way through a glass of red wine and was feeling a tad drunk.
"But daddy isn't home to do it." whimpered Daniel climbing onto Francis's lap. The childs stuffed toy caused the bottle and wine glass to fall off the table and shatter on the white tiled floor below.
"Look what you did brat!" Francis snapped at his young son who shrank back in fear. "Now you will have to be punished" the drunk man reached down he snatching up a broken shard of glass ignoring the pain it caused him. His right arm pinned the child to his chest.
Daniel knew something was off, his green eyes so much like Arthur's stared into cold blue. Seeing the glass Daniel began to panic. "Papa! I'm sorry Papa! Please let me go!"
Ignoring the sons pleas Francis ran the shard against the child soft cheek slicing it neatly. The boy screamed and writhed in pain."PLEASE PAPA! I'M SORRY! IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY!"
"SHUT UP!" snapped Francis. Growing sick of his screaming he grabbed the boys small neck and squeezed. He didn't stop until he realized Daniel was limp and not breathing. Francis tapped Daniel's uninjured cheek. "Wake up! Papa is sorry! Papa didn't mean it!" he sobbed.
The light of life had faded from those beautiful green eyes. Franics was now the only crying, petting the soft blond hair of his son who's only fault was wanting his papa to sit with him. Standing slowly Francis rose and carried the corpse to the wash room and ran the bath water. "Papa will clean you up Daniel. Then you can go back to bed. I'll read to you until you fall alseep" He was in denial over having killed his youngest son. Laying the boy down in his bed with his stuffed lion, Francis tucked him in and picked out Daniel's favorite book about King Arthur. He pecked his son on the forehead goodnight and went to the kitchen to clean up. The sound of the door opening and closing followed by the loud laughter of Alfred.
"Shut up you git! I'm sure Daniel is asleep by now"
"Oh yeah sorry dad" whispered Alfred.
Matthew entered the kitchen first. "Papa are you okay? What happened?" He asked seeing the mess of wine and glass.
"Oh, papa was clumsy thats all"
Soft footsteps where heard going up the stairs and Alfred came into the kitchen looking for some icecream he and Mattie could split together. The tub of butter pecan hit the floor as a scream was issued from upstairs followed by the loud banging of hurrying footsteps. Arthur flew into the kithen green eyes wide with dispare and hatred "What did you do to my baby!" He screeched falling to his knees sobbing, as Alfred and Matthew hurried to his side to comfort him.
Francis's blue eyes stared ahead blankly. "What do you mean mon cheri?" The boy is sleeping"
