Sector: Lake
Temperature: 84
Time: 7:04 AM
JUNE
A sudden movement in the bed sheets jerks me out of my sleep, fully aware and startled. I look over at Day, who's still sound asleep. Then, I notice a small, boy with a beacon of hair trying to get on the bed on Day's side.
"Daddy! Wake up! Daddy!" The boy whispers.
Day grunts and rolls over, picking our son off the ground and placing him in the bed next to him and I. "Good morning, John." I say, gently rubbing his back. He looks extremely sleepy, like someone woke him up unexpectedly; and I have a hunch on who did.
Day seems to have the same idea, because he untangles himself from the sheets and walks out of our room.
I pick up John and follow him down the hall. He opens our youngest daughter's room to find her awake and watching T.V., very loudly. Now typically, this wouldn't be a problem... if it wasn't for the fact John's room is right next to her's, and John tends to wake at the smallest noises.
"Grace..." Day's voice has a slight warning tone to it, which startles me a little. Day rarely ever gets mad at the kids.
"Hi Daddy! Guess what - wait never mind, don't! You never get the right answer. I'm hungry, what's for breakfast? I want pancakes with blueberries, please! Oh, and while you're at it, a unicorn, too, please!"
And that's how it begins.. everyday... twenty-four/seven.
"Mommy! Guess what, Lizzy told me that Derrick likes me but I don't like Derrick, he smells like dirt. I like Zach, he smells like clean dirt, which reminds me of worms. That reminds me, I want my own pet. Jade is a sweet dog and all, but she's a family pet so that doesn't count. I'm thinking a parrot, they're pretty, just like Zach!"
Great, just what we need. Another talkative thing. I don't get this child sometimes, don't get me wrong; I love her to death, but I never understand her. She goes from zero to sixty in a millisec-
"Shut up, Grace!" A louder voice breaks my train of thought. I look downstairs to see Kaede coming out of her room, brushing her hair.
"Mom! What do I do? School Picture Day is today, and I have absolutely NOTHING to wear!" Kaede looks like she's about so explode into tears. Damn her teenage hormones.
"Can't you wear that one outfit you like?"
"Oh yeah!" Kaede perks up, dashing back into her room.
Day exchanges a look with me before walking into the kitchen.
"I want toast." John's soft voice tells Day.
"Right you are, bucko." Day replies.
"I want toast - no wait, blueberry pancakes! With butter and syrup and ice cream!" Grace exclaims.
I usher John and Grace out of the kitchen and tell them to go get ready for school and then walk back to the kitchen.
As I walk towards the counter, a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer, kissing my neck.
"Daniel.." I start, but am immediately cut off by Day crushing his lips to mine, causing me to gasp and sink into him. His fingers start tangling into my long hair, then softly running down my back.
We were so immune to our surroundings that we didn't notice Kaede walk in.
"Yuck. Get a room." Kaede said, pretending to gag.
What a mature fifteen-year-old I have.
Day ignores her and starts kissing my neck again, causing me to moan as he bit down softly on my sweet spot.
A loud scream from upstairs breaks us apart.
"Gracie! Give it back!" John's wails echo through the house.
"I'll get it.." Kaede said, already climbing up the stairs, "just don't have too much fun in the kitchen."
"Daniel, make the pancakes." I say.
"Already on it, sweetheart." He responds.
Turning around, a thought blurts out.
"Is it just me, or does every morning happen like this?"
"Every morning happens like this, sweetheart." He replies, placing a quick peck on my lips.
