"Mommy he tooks my toy." She heard Joel whine.
"Rory, give Joel his toy back." Lindsay told the three year old as she watched him take the toy and run with it.
"Mine." Rory announced as held the boat close to him and narrowed his eyes at his brother, who had gotten up from his seat on the floor to steal the toy back.
"Wowry, give it back." Joel argued as he reached for the toy again and Rory shoved him and ran away.
"Rory Messer!" Lindsay said sternly as she grabbed her son as he tried to run by her. His bright blue eyes looked up at her and he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, one that he knew worked often, one that he learned from his father. "Give me the boat." Lindsay said as held her hand out, waiting for him to hand it over. Rory scrunched his brow and just looked at her hand then back in her eyes and finally handed the boat over. "Now, go sit in time out."
"Mommy." He whined as he stomped his foot and shook his head. "It was an accident." He said in his innocent sing song voice.
"No it wasn't, go." Lindsay said as she pointed to the corner by the door and smirked as he pouted his way over. She shook her head and headed towards Joel. "Here you go baby." Lindsay said handing the boat back to the youngest on the twins, then kissed his forehead and headed back into the kitchen to start dinner.
Rory Anthony Messer was the first born of the identical twins, because he had gone into distress during labor by getting his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and he has been raising hell in the Messer household ever since. His brown hair was longer than his brother's because he had felt the need to cut Joel's hair with safety scissors for falling asleep with his bear. His blue eyes often sparkled with mischief along with the trademark Messer smirk. He's stubborn and independent, and enjoys being the center of attention.
Joel Timothy Messer obviously was the second born of the twins and was the almost exact opposite of his brother. He's shy and quiet and often gets away with many things due to the distraction his brother causes. Joel is the charmer who knows how to use his blue eyes to his advantage, and loves to cuddle.
"Mommy?" she heard Joel ask as he followed her into the kitchen, the boat long forgotten. She looked down and smiled at him as he stood by her feet looking up at her, his blue eyes curious.
"Yeah sweetie?" she asked already knowing the question, he was going to ask he when Danny was coming home.
"When Daddy home?" he asked as his mother picked him up and settled him on her hip.
"Joel you already know the answer." She said as she looked over at Rory who was also waiting for her answer. "Tomorrow, when you get home from pre-school Daddy'll be home."
"Not now?" he asked as his mother kissed his forehead and set him back on the ground.
"No sweetie." She said as she watched him walk off to go play with the most annoying toy in the house, the toy piano. She turned to the fridge and started to pull the ingredients out for dinner. "How does breakfast for dinner sound?"
"Yay!" she heard Rory squeal as he clapped his hands and smirked at her from his seat in the corner, knowing his time was up.
"Go play wise guy." Lindsay said as she nudged her head in the direction of the living room, where Joel continued to make "music".
"Wuve you Mommy." Rory said as he ran back to the living room.
"Phlone." Joel said as they sat at the dinner table later that night at the phone rang.
"Hello?" Lindsay answered as both boys watched curiously, waiting for their mother to give a hint to who was on the other line.
"Hi gorgeous." Danny said and she could hear his smirk on the other end causing her to laugh. "Don't give me away to the boys, the conference ended early, I should be home around bedtime. " he said before she could get a word in.
"Really that sounds nice." Lindsay smiled as she sat back down at the table with the boys. "Okay Don, I'll see you later." She said her voice sounding slightly seductive.
"What? Don?" Danny asked but she hung before the conversation went any further.
"Daddy?" Joel asked as Lindsay set the phone down.
"No." Rory said sarcastically "was uncle Fack."
"Rory be nice." Lindsay warned the three year old as he continued to eat his scrambled eggs. "No sweetie, that wasn't Daddy. It was Flack."
"Otay." Joel agreed returning his attention back to his meal.