Through Childish Fights (Through with being poor part II)

I realize that these keep getting longer and longer, but I originally meant for these all to be short snippets of their lives. There is going to be a part III of the "poor" series, maybe a part 4, 5, and 20 million.. idk. There isn't a real plot to this series; it's just something for me to relax to. I'm nearing the end of my college career, and finding myself freaking out practically every day. Thus, these help calm me down a bit. I'm not sure if I'm going to write any sex scenes in this story. I actually kind of want to write a "Through Kitchen Fucks" but, hah! Well.. that'll probably never happen, so you can just imagine it… or try to convince me. :P I've never really written a sex scene, except a really shotty one when I was 16, and loved Jrock.

I also just realized that I keep calling Abel, Ethan and Abel… To me those are very interchangeable, I guess. I think, however, that Abel and Cain call each other "Abel" and "Cain" but when either of them is pissed at the other they call them by their real name. Okay, done ranting! (almost)

Thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad you're all amused by fatherCain. I think he'd be a pretty rad dad. Also! I have a tumblr account where I post more serious rants about my life, and also post shitty poetry and short stories.

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(you just gotta take out the spaces and change dot to ".")

"Did I scratch it?" Sacha asked Eva, while grabbing his bags out of the back seat. Eva was wiping something off the side mirror, frowning.

"No, I think you're good, Abby's gonna kill you, though." She looked at the house, and sure enough, Abel was looking out the kitchen window, eyes wide.

"Nah, I'm smooth," Sacha said while shouldering two bags, and carrying a handful of books. He glanced back at Eva to see if she was following, completely forgetting about the steps up to the door. He stumbled, hands catching him from falling on his face, but making the books fly in various directions.

"Yeah, real smooth, Dad," Eva rolled her eyes, picking up the scattered books,

"Maybe you need glasses, old man."

"You little shit!" Sacha swung his hand out, trying to smack the back of Eva's head, but she jumped passed him to the door.

"Careful, you'll break a hip!" She opened the front door quickly, trying to keep an arms reach away.

Abel greeted them, standing just feet away from the door, arms folded across his chest, and a frown placed on his lips.

"I didn't do any-" Eva started, but stopped to scowl as Sacha pushed past her, "ew, gross!"

Sacha leaned into Abel, hoping to make him forget all about the close call with his bike. The kiss got heated pretty quickly, Sacha pushed Ethan against the nearest wall, fingers tangling into his hair, and tongue sliding between parted lips.

"Urgh! Come on, I'm still here!" Eva whined covering her eyes.

"Go to your room," Sacha said against Abel's lips, making him laugh.

"You almost ran over my bike, maybe you should go to your room!" Abel chided.

"Sure, only if you follow me, baby," Sacha smirked, and Abel rolled his eyes.

"Seriously! You guys are the worst!" Eva stomped away from her father's, covering her ears.

"Finally, all alone! Wanna get in a quickie before dinner?"

"You're gross," Ethan lightly pushed Sacha away, smiling.

"Aw, come on! We used to have quickies all the time!" Sacha pouted, closing the gap between them once more, hands running up the other's sides.

"Yeah, before Eva knew what quickies were," Ethan pushed him away, again, "come on, dinner is almost ready." Sacha frowned, and slapped Abel's ass as he walked away. "Uncalled for!" Abel jumped, and swatted Sacha away.

"If you're gonna make babies, I want a brother." Eva said as they entered the kitchen.

"That's not how it works, I don't get to pick if my sperm makes a boy or a girl, and Abel can't get knocked up, he's a guy. Do we need to have that talk again?"

"Stop torturing me!" Eva put her face on the counter and covered her ears.

"You asked for it," Sacha ruffled her hair, and Eva jerked her elbow back, getting Sacha right in the gut. "What the hell was that?" Sacha yelled as she laughed and tried to move away but he lifted her up by her midsection, tickling her sides. Immediately she started flailing, making Sacha hit his back against the fridge, pans above starting to rattle.

"Stop it, before you break something!" Abel tried to grab Eva away from Cain, but she was still being tickled, and still kicking her legs wildly. Before they knew it Abel was holding his stomach, and giving them a death glare. Eva froze, and Sacha dropped her, both standing rigid. They were in trouble now. "Eva go set the table! And Sacha, urgh, just – go help her, something, just get out of the kitchen, the both of you!"

"Yes sir!" They said in sequence, both trying to leave the kitchen as soon as possible.

Abel stood alone in the kitchen, rubbing his stomach, shaking his head. "I swear to god, I'm raising two children."