"Dante! Santo!"
The Cyborgs chuckled, watching Jet try to chase his giggling little "gifts." Dolph sat on Albert's lap, purposely leading him in the wrong direction while he searched for the twins.
"Why couldn't you be normal and have one baby?" the redhead huffed, drawing back when his wife got in his face.
"Jet Link, they're identical twins. How could I have known?"
"There!" Dolph shouted, adding to the chaos as he pointed in a random direction. He had really been getting back at Jet for making him cry, his baby blue eyes sparkling with revenge. Too bad no one else could see it…
"He's such an angel," Francoise cooed, kneeling in front of him. Jet groaned.
"He's three. Stop spoiling him."
"Jet Link, you find those twins," his wife huffed.
"Mean Uncle Jet," Dolph said, repeating his father's earlier words. And he had only just begun. He knew not to use bad words… He just had to wait.
Jet cursed out of habit. Dolph repeated it…
The room froze, Albert's hard glare falling on Jet, who tensed. "Now wait a moment!" he tried, but his wife had already picked up on it.
"Jet Link!" she growled, placing her hands on his hips. "I hope you're happy. You've corrupted a very innocent little boy!"
"He's out to get me, I swear!" he argued in his defense.
"Oh," Cathy said, getting in his face again. "A three year old is out to get you? Find those twins before I really get angry!"
There were only two things Jet feared most in the world: losing those he loved and Cathy. He rushed off without another word.
No one knew why little Dolph found this so funny, but they crowded around him and cooed before going back to their own children. Dolph would have his revenge yet….
