- It's short, uh-huh. I know. I sat with this for like, 6 or 7 months, before finally writing the last 2 sentences, and christening it chapter one.
Mommy!" Came the faint cry.
Musa sat up, and rubbed her temples. "Alright Jona, I'm coming."
Riven merely grunted. "What time it is?"
"Three," Musa replied. "Why don't you go get him this time?"
Riven groaned, as he practically rolled out of bed, muttering something about 2 year old kids.
"Your the one who got me pregnant!" Musa called after him, grinning. That always guilt tripped him.
"That's mature!" He replied. "Thanks!"
"No problem." Musa muttered, laying back down.
"Alright Jona, what's the matter?" Riven asked, entering his son's room.
"Hi Daddy!" Jona said, sounding excited. "Hi!"
Riven smiled. "Hi Jona," He picked him up. "What's the matter?"
"I want mommy." He replied.
As Jona said that, something in Riven broke. Jona didn't want him. He wanted Musa. "Oh, all right." He said, carrying Jona back to their bedroom. "Mom," He said, plunking Jona on the bed.
Musa sighed, and sat up. "Hi Jona."
"Hi Mommy," Jona said, grinning. He'd gotten what he'd wanted.
"What do you want honey?" Musa asked gently.
Jona crawled into Musa's lap. "Sleep with you."
"Okay," Musa replied. "You have to go right to bed though. Okay?"
Jona nodded. "Mommy?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Jona." Musa replied.
That was it. Riven stood. "I'll be right back." He muttered. What the hell was wrong with him? Okay, Jona was two. But he was supposed to like his own father! Scratch that. Not always, he didn't like his father. Now he was just being hypocritical. This really shouldn't be bothering him, but it was.
Riven stood on the balcony. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. This really shouldn't be bothering him. Jona was two. It was 3:30 in the morning, and he was being an idiot, though that wasn't exactly new...
"Riven, what are you doing?" Musa called. "It's 3:30! Come to bed."
Well, that hadn't lasted. "I'm coming," He muttered. "I'm coming."