Bored

Emma Nelson never imagined herself a housewife. She wasn't cut out for it with all her ideals on feminism and women empowerment. She only saw herself in a high stress job where she was calling the shots and making an impact on the world. Well look at her now. She was twenty five years old, married since she was eighteen, and she had three children all under the age of five. She was royally fucked if she ever decided to attempt to leave.

Not that she would. She enjoyed her life. She loved her children with all of her heart and had no problem staying home in order to tend to them. She just resented them a bit for becoming her world. Her own mother proved to her that children, although a large part of their mother's life, do not have to become their everything. Mothers deserved to have lives outside their children and Emma always swore to herself she would uphold that philosophy.

Emma rubbed her temples to relieve some stress and went back to icing the red velvet cake her husband begged her to make for the barbecue he asked her to throw. Speaking of her husband, she wondered where he was. If he was asleep, she'd fucking kill him; she thought angrily as she finished icing the cake. She placed the cake gently in the refrigerator and went to her living room to seek out her husband.

She found him there, dressed in baggy shorts and a black shirt over a jacket. A black fitted hat that was formerly on his head was now perched on top of her three year old son as he giggled and played with his father. All resentment and pure frustration with Jay was gone as she watched her son play and giggle. Just by looking at the two of them, anybody can tell that little Jason was completely enraptured with his father.

Emma smiled as she thought about her son and his identical resemblance to his father. The same pouty lips, the same blue eyes with the sneaky gleam, and the same brown hair that Jason had recently decided looked better with a hat on top of it. It wasn't just physical. He was as charming, clever, and confident as his father. He even smirked the same. Emma could tell that once Jason got older, she'd be in a constant state of worry about her son.

"Hey babe."

"Hey." Emma sighed.

"Are you okay?" Jay had Jason on his shoulders and Emma could feel both sets of blue eyes looking at her quizzically.

Emma nodded. "Just a little stressed. I see you two are having a good time."

"Yes!" Jason grinned.

Jay smirked. "I'm just showing little Jay Jay how to fight. Wanna see?"

He placed the toddler in front of him and pointed to his cheek. Jason gave him a right hook to the face the best a three year old boy could. Jay pretended to be immense pain, rolling on the floor.

"See, Em! Check out that right hook. We got a little Ali for a son." Jay said, scooping Jason into his arms.

Emma smiled and knew her old anti-violence crusader self would be outraged and disgusted by the father of her son teaching him violence at such a young age but now she realized Jay was always going to be a somewhat violent sneaky man with the inclination to never do the right thing. Marriage and fatherhood had mellowed him out but not by a great deal. He would still push if pushed and fuck someone up if fucked with.

"Very nice Jay Jay. Now where are Callum and Adele?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"I have no idea. They said they wanted to pay hide and seek and that little Jay Jay was too young to play so I stayed here with him. You aren't gonna get pissy, right? Cause I don't think I have the patience for another Emma bitchout. Seriously, fucking save it if you're gonna bitch and moan." Jay hissed; his blue eyes clouding with annoyance. He had his hands over Jason's ears in order to protect his son from his tone and language.

"Um no, Jay. I wasn't going to bitch and moan but sorry if I ask you to watch the damn children, I expect you to know where all three of them are!"

She stomped out of the room, leaving him to kick a wall and curse at her. She could faintly hear him shout "Goddamnit Emma!"

She opened the sliding door from her kitchen to her backyard where she quickly spotted her two oldest children. They were squatted over a dead slug where they were both armed with pointy sticks that she watched them continually jab at the slug.

"Callum! Adele! What do you think you are doing? This is playing hide and seek?!"

The two children dropped their sticks as their mother ran over to them.

"Mommy, it was Callum's idea!"

"No! Adele said it would be fun!"

Emma looked down at their guilty faces. She didn't know whether to chalk it up to childhood curiosity or make a big environmental deal out of it. Then she remembered the miracle that her twins were. Her pregnancy was not an easy one and the twins ended up being born eight weeks premature. It was insane that they even made it through, let alone with no disabilities or problems.

"Relax. No one's in trouble. Just go inside and play with Daddy and Jay Jay."

"Kay, Mommy."

She plunked down in a patio chair next to their in ground pool and put her feet up in an attempt to relax. She thought about how her twins were. Adele had her mother's honey blonde hair and facial structure but her father's eyes and lips. Callum had his father's face with his mother's hair color. Emma prayed his hair wouldn't darken to Jay's shade of brown. It was bad enough to have one son be the spitting image of his father but two would be mindboggling.

She glanced down at the expensive watch on her wrist and swore when she saw the time. The barbecue was in ten minutes and she would have to float around and be a good host, mother and wife all at the same time. Emma didn't know if she was ready and wished silently she had thought about that seven years ago.