Problem
Mari: 15
Matt: 16
Mari glared at the problem on the board. Her foot bounced up and down as her brain went into over drive. Her dad would be mad if he caught her working on it especially in HQ but she had to figure it out. Her whole pride was at stake and she couldn't risk it. She looked out of the glass walls to see her mom typing. She watched her for a moment thankful that her mom was ignorant to the numbers and symbols that covered her board. She turned back to her board and sighed. She should really clean up. Team one was coming back from shift in ten minutes and they needed this room for debriefing. She buried her face in her hands wondering how her dad ever solved this.
"Hey Scarlatti you still haven't figured out how Uncle Spike fixed the first baby cakes?" Matt laughed as he entered the boardroom. She whipped her head around. "Shut up Braddock!"
Birth of a Brother
Mari: 3
Matt: 4
Mari sifted through the used coloring books. Uncle Ed had told her that her baby brother was coming today and she wanted to color him a nice picture. She picked through the broken coloring crayons carefully trying to pick the right color. She poked the back of Matt's head. "What do you think his favoritest color will be?" She asked the annoyed toddler. He huffed and said in his most adult tone. "He won't have a favoritest color. He will be a baby and babies are too stupid to know their colors!" Mari pouted. "Maybe my brother will be smart!" she stuck her tongue out at him and poked him again. Matt stuck his tongue back at her. "No your brother will be stupid just like you!" Mari poked him harder. "I'm super smart you butt face!" Sam looked at his and Spikes kid wondering how Team One was going to deal with another kid.
Like Father like Son
Matt looked a like a clone of his father. He had the same blond hair and the same smile that would make the girls swoon when he is older. He was always ready fight and never liked losing. He was just as protective as Sam when it came to Jules.
"Mommy put that down." The boy scolded up at Jules. "You can't lift big things!" Jules sighed and set down the laundry basket. "Matthew I can do laundry. I'm pregnant not dead." Mat shook his head. "Mommy mommy mommy." Jules glared down at her child reminding herself all the reason that she loved him. "It's my job to make sure you or my baby sissy doesn't get hurt. I have to protect you." Jules leaned down and kissed her sons forehead. "Let me do laundry and then we can relax and watch TV okay?" Matt grabbed ahold of the basket. "I'm going to help though!" Jules chuckled knowing one of the few traits Matt inherited from her was stubbornness. "Sure thing baby."
