Authors Note: Here is my second chappie! I hope ya'll like it!
It was a bright sunshiny morning. Will and his family were eating breakfast, or, in his wife's case, preventing little Halt from falling out of his chair for about the fifth time. Will smiled as Eileen grabbed her three year old son by the seat of his pants and yanked him back into the chair.
His wife noticed the look and frowned. "You could help. Just four children is enough. I don't know what I'm going to do when the fifth one comes." She turned and pushed Halt into his seat again.
Will shrugged. "I don't see why it's so hard." he said. "They don't seem to be a problem."
Eileen gave him a mock frustrated glance. "You're normally away for most of the day. They're very rowdy while you're gone." Will smiled again.
"Speaking of going, I need to leave now." He got out of his chair and moved to the door. Mia slipped out of her own chair and ran over to her father. She threw her arms around his leg, since she was too short to hug him any higher than that.
"I'll be good while you're gone." she said. "I'll help mommy."
Octavia ran over and clutched at Will's other leg. "Me too! Me too!" she squealed. Will laid one hand on each of their heads.
"Okay, I know you'll be good girls while I'm gone." He gently shooed them back to their seats and opened the door, stooping briefly to stroke his favorite cat, Bramble, a brown tabby.
"See you later!" called Eileen, once again grabbing her son and pushing him back down.
"U' bye daddy!" Halt, now busy dropping his spoon on the cat, called absently after Will.
Eileen sighed. A busy day had begun.
Mark, the youngest of the four children and two years old, was dumping his oatmeal on the table and Eileen quickly put a stop to it. But the brown-haired toddler had already poured half of it on the table. Eileen took the bowl away from him and then started to clean up the mess.
But Halt had seen what his younger brother had done. He swiftly grabbed his bowl and flipped it over, spilling it's contents over the table, himself and the floor. Eileen sighed again.
"Mia, please clean that up." she said to her oldest daughter. The seven year old girl grabbed a rag and began to wipe the oatmeal off the table. Halt watched solemnly while he sat in the midst of his breakfast.
"I' sa' mess." he stated.
Eileen couldn't help but smile. Her son had made a habit of stating the blinding obvious, but it was amusing nonetheless. "Yes it is." she replied, wiping Mark clean. She set him down on the floor and he toddled off to play with the nearest cat, a calico female named Callie. Octavia followed behind him. Eileen turned back to Halt only to find that he was smearing the oatmeal over Oscar, a plump black tom.
"No, Halt! Stop that!" She quickly ran forwards and attempted to stop him. But the damage had already been done. The black cat, now patched with pale tan, dashed out of the room, splattering oatmeal all over the furniture.
Eileen dashed forwards again and grabbed her son before he could grab any other cats. She picked him up and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked, half to herself. Halt remained silent. Eileen shook her head and began to clean up her oatmeal-covered son.
R&R, please!