Week 4's prompt is a quote: "Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life." - Brian Andreas
Pop! Freezing water cascades against my back, slowly dripping onto the waistband of my shorts. Ducking behind the closest bush, I grab the next grenade from my supply. I ready my aim, spotting the culprit of my soaked back. Wide, the throw always goes wide – something else I need to work on to keep up with the older kids. I watch as it explodes on the cement, splashing Dad's baby toe and the legs of the grill. Indicating that I correctly appointed the blame, Emmett tries to hide his smirk.
Sitting down to dinner, Dad helps me break the last balloon over Emmett's dry head and burger. I work to repress my giggles. As Emm starts to whine, Mom cuts in. "You did over cook the meat. Your dad was just trying to replace some moisture."
I glance at my husband and dad loitering near the grill. Everyone else is trying to escape the heat by playing in the water, Emmett dunking anyone that comes near.
The newborn stirs, demanding my attention. Observing her cousins before giving in to her complaints, I whisper, "I have faith that your daddy will have better luck teaching you to throw than mine did.
A/N I wrote this from Alice's POV with the newborn being Bella's and Edward's. I'm not sure that is what most people read it as. Oh well. One can only do so much with 200 words.
Word Count: 200