So everyone…I misspelled FallingtoFly's fanfiction *how embarrassing!* But anyways, if you wanted to know the real name, it was "Venator". I sure hope I got it right this time heheh. Regardless of how I spelt it, go read it, it is so exciting and amazing and she's just…just awesome! She even dedicated one of the chapters to me, how sweet *hugs*
This is also a shout out to all my watchers and those who have taken the time to review my stories, thank you so very much! Any feedback really makes me happy, especially when it is from a person who is staying with this. Anyways, I have been extremely tired as of late…sick of doing homework, essays and projects but the problem is that I've got to do them…ugh I just wish I didn't have so much homework! It's not that big of a deal, I'm just complaining because I'm stressed out and don't get much sleep or free time, for writing or for friends. Now that I've vented, I'll step off of my soap box and introduce the next chapter! Last one was Mrs. Knight making breakfast and now you will be thrown right back into the middle of it. So here we go!
Jumping right into this chapter, too lazy to come up with a better intro -_-
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Big Time Rush…it's depressing to say that every time
"Oh I forgot the orange juice! Kendall, do you mind getting it for me?" Kendall glanced up from shoveling eggs into his mouth to his mother who was looking at him expectantly. He nodded, swallowing the last bite before he slid out off of the wooden seat of his chair. His bare feet made little patting noises against the marble floor as he crossed the room to the heart of the kitchen. His right hand grasped the door to the frig, pulling it open with a slight swishing sound. His emerald eyes scanned the shelves until they came to rest on a mostly white carton designed with bright green leaves and juicy oranges. He stretched up onto his tiptoes and retrieved the orange juice from the high shelf, coming back down to the floor in a hurry so he would not lose his balance.
Kendall returned to the table, He crawled up into his seat once again before pushing the drink across the surface of the table until it came to a stop next to his plate. He popped the lid off, asking his mother,
"Mommy can I pour it for you?" Mrs. Knight smiled, nodding,
"You go first." Concern filled Kendall's eyes, upset that she was not getting the juice first for after all, she was the one who wanted it in the first place. Mrs. Knight noticed this and just shook her head reassuringly at him, urging him to hurry up and pour the juice. Kendall grasped the base of his glass cup and positioned it beneath the orange juice bottle, holding the handle within the tight hold of both of his tiny hands. He tipped it downwards, watching as the sunny liquid came trickling out to gather at the base of the cup, immediately starting to fill up the cylindrical object.
After a few moments, Kendall withdrew the bottle, his cup successfully filled up halfway. He slunk off of his chair, his baggy shirt forming a small tent as he bent at his waist. Once he was off of his seat, he hugged the orange juice carton to his chest, cradling the quart with his arms as he walked around the table until he reached his mother's chair. Kathryn pushed her glass towards her son, making it easier for him to access as he reached up, halfway on his tiptoes so he was close enough to touch the cup.
He succeeded in reaching the cup but as the orange fluid came rushing out, Kendall lost his balance, falling forward slightly. In a rush of motion, three things happened at once: the juice splattered on the table top, spreading out like a large stain on the mahogany wood, his mother cried in alarm as cold orange nectar landed on her lap and finally the entire scene spun across his vision as Kendall collapsed on the marble floor.
Kathryn jumped up from the table, shocked by the cold presence that suddenly wetted her lower regions, sinking through her silk pajama pants and coating her ivory skin with the sticky substance. Hurriedly, she backed away from the table, headed to the kitchen in search of a towel. Once Kendall realized what just occurred, he burst out almost in tears. He grabbed a bunch of napkins then fell to his knees, dabbing frantically at the floor.
"I'm so sorry mommy! I didn't mean to. I-I was just trying to-" A tug on the lower half of his navy night shirt cut off his apology. Wordlessly, he stared in amazement at his mother who was entirely focused on daubing away at his clothes with a partially damp wash cloth. As her blue eyes, followed by the rag, roved over all the places marred by the orange juice, she made gentle shushing noises, trying to calm and soothe him, hoping that he would realize that everything was alright.
"B-but," Kendall rubbed a clenched fist at his eye, sobbing, "What about your food and clothes?"
"Don't worry about it, it was just a mistake." She glanced up at her son, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "Besides my pajamas don't matter, not as much as you do. So put on that smile of yours. Yeah that one!" She lent up on her knees, straightening her back as she sneakily shot her fingers out to tickle at his stomach. The crying was immediately replaced by laughter and pleas to stop. Kathryn paused her attack, gazing down at her son, glad to see him smiling again. She wrapped her arms around Kendall; interlocked in a warm embrace with one of the loves of her life, content to stay in that position regardless of her soiled clothes and sticky floor.
Their hold was released after Mrs. Knight gave him one last tight squeeze, pressing off of his shoulder to prop herself up. Her dainty fingers traced through his sandy hair as she passed by him, causing Kendall's attention to stare once again at the mess he had caused. He stood their momentarily looking at the spilt juice, a soggy plate of untouched eggs and waffles and the stain on his mother's chair. A twinge of guilt struck a chord in him but he shook it off, deciding to make it right. He joined his mother who was picking up utensils that had been tossed in the commotion, grabbing more napkins to wipe away the grime as they began the process of cleaning.
The great grandfather clock in the corner looked on at the duo, ticking away slowly until it reached the seven thirty marker. He let out a soft sigh, churning the bolts within his wooden frame, releasing a soft jingle as the dull golden ball struck the walls of his being, tolling out the progression of the hour. Mrs. Knight glanced up, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead,
"Whew! I think we've done enough cleaning for one day Kendall. The kitchen looks spotless!" This statement was more or less true, unless you counted the pile of dirty dishes heaped in the sink, surrounded by foamy water and remains of egg shells which were floating at the surface, popping in and out from beneath pots and pans. The dishwasher was filled to the brim with mucky dishes, those that could not get the syrup scraped off as well as the large skillet used to scramble up their batch of eggs. Leftover waffles and that pesky orange juice carton were stored away, locked back inside the refrigerator until use for another day.
Kathryn sighed, glad that they were able to swiftly get their morning back in order. She hoisted Katie out of the pen, briefly looking up in an outward sign of appreciation that her daughter was still preoccupied with her teething sucker instead of screaming.
"Let's get you changed out of those yucky clothes, okay dear?" Kendall nodded, taking the offered hand of his mother as she led the family back up stairs. Upon reaching the top of the staircase, Mrs. Knight turned to the right, taking her children to the main bathroom of the household. Plopping Katie down on the soft rug, making sure that her back was rested against the back of the tub, she turned to Kendall,
"I'm going to grab some towels. Watch Katie!" And with that, she disappeared from the room, leaving Kendall once again with his younger sister. Kendall sat down beside her, crossing his legs in front of him and leaning back by resting his arms behind his back, resting his palms into the soft rug that decorated the bathroom floor.
"You know Katie, she's going to make us take a bath." Kendall offhandedly mentioned, studying the empty white tub with disdain. "I don't like it very much, I'd much rather play." Katie burst out in a loud giggle, her feet kicking against the ground. A grin lit Kendall's face at his sister's response,
"Oh so you think so too?" He patted her head, rubbing his hand on the top of her fuzzy hair. Mrs. Knight reappeared with two towels folded beneath her armpit, while a change of clothes hung over her forearm.
"Ready for your bath?" Kendall removed his hand from Katie's crown, groaning,
"Aww but Mommy do I have to?"
"Yep! I can't have you running around in wet, orange juice stained clothes!" She rambled aloud as she twisted the knob to the bath, popping in the plug as lukewarm water began to fill the tub, "What kind of mother would I be?"
"A good one!" Kendall attempted. Kathryn turned to face her son, only to find him clasping his hands together, appearing like an green-eyed, long lashed, innocent angel. Inwardly, her heart melted at the sight but she had to maintain her image of authority and on a side note, she really needed to get him out of those moist clothes. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave him a stern glare as she declared,
"Kendall Francis Knight! Don't try to sweet talk me…into the tub you go!" Before he could make a dash for the open door, she snagged him in her firm grip, dragging him towards the tub that was filled up almost completely at this point. Kendall's eyes widened in disbelief that his mother's reflexes were so quick to be able to catch him. Mrs. Knight tugged his wet navy blue night shirt over his head, pulling it past his earlobes and let it simply slump to the floor as she began to work on his pants. Kendall was left in his boxer briefs, the chilly air crawling up his spine, causing the hair on his back and arms to stand up slightly as goosebumps began to form on his skin. Preoccupied with rubbing warmth back into his limbs, he did not see his mother coming in for the attack.
"Gotcha!" She exclaimed, swooping him up in her arms before slinging him over her shoulder as she walked towards the ready tub. He shot his hands out into the air, forming a Spiderman pose, trying to fling an invisible spider web to the wall in order to swing out of harm's way-but his web slinger was not working today. He would have to restock and practice some more but for now, he had larger matters to attend to aka the horrifying process known as bathing. Kendall squealed, flailing his arms about wildly in a desperate attempt to flee but all his efforts were futile.
Kendall found himself submerged in water that reached up to the middle of his chest. He was about to thrash about and leap out of the terrifying tub but suddenly, a sense of contentment flooded through his senses. Stream wafted into his nostrils, smelling of heat, condensed water vapor and the sweet fragrances of lilac and honey. Warm water swirled around his body, caressing his limbs and chest with its gentle touch, inviting him to unwind and rest awhile in its comforting embrace. He sighed, letting his head sink back into the water, leaving his face to gaze upwards at the ceiling and the image of his mother who was smiling down at him,
"Geez Kendall, you act up every time I mention a bath. You would think that you'd get used to it by now…" She cupped her neck, amused as her son floated in the water, his tiny kneecaps poking above the surface, red and bright from the hot temperature. A clear bottle with a light yellow ribbon tied around it caught her eye, which sparkled with an idea a moment later. She reached across the tub, holding the tube in her hand before twisting off the cap. Holding the bottle above the faucet where a minute waterfall seemed to appear, she allowed a few drops of the caramel-like liquid to slip into the tub. The force of the stream of water emerging from the faucet caused bubbles to appear in a matter of seconds. Kendall sat up in the tub, propping himself up with one hand to view the phenomenon before him. Multitudes of bubbles piled on top of one another, multiplying and mutating into a sea of white, foaming suds. He cried out in joy, scooping up some of the lather in his cupped hands,
"Mommy look, look at all the bubbles!"
"Yes I see Kendall."
"Well what about Katie? Let's show her!" Mrs. Knight raised an eyebrow, cringing that she had forgotten her baby who was lying on the carpet besides the tub. She glanced down to her right, relief flooding her when she saw that Katie was simply playing with the booties covering her feet. She picked up her daughter, holding her upright so she could peer into the tub.
"Hi Katie!" Kendall lifted a hand in a small wave, a trail of bubbles clinging to his arm. Katie reached forward, trying to touch the foreign substance.
"Mommy, can Katie come in too?" Mrs. Knight mused for a moment, tapping her upper lip with her index finger,
"I was going to give her a bath later but I don't see why not." Katie was soon unzipped from her one piece, baby jumpsuit. Kathryn settled on her knees besides the bathtub, holding Katie beneath her ribcage as she slowly set her daughter's feet into the water.
"Come in Katie! The water's great!" Kendall called, trying to encourage his sister to join him. Mrs. Knight chuckled, setting Katie further into the water despite Katie's minor displeasure at the unusual temperature. Finally, she reached the base of the pool, her petite feet planted firmly on the placemat that was suction cupped to the bottom of the bathtub as to avoid either of the Knight children from slipping.
Kendall silently asked for his mother to pass Katie to him by stretching out his arms in an open position, inviting his sister to sit in the space between his legs. Mrs. Knight complied, letting her son take over the job of holding Katie. Katie let out a murmur of pleasure as she was placed in her brother's arms, splashing the surface of the water with her palms. Mrs. Knight and Kendall laughed, watching as the child hit the top of the water, amused with the smacking sound and how the bubbles disappeared then reappeared every time she struck the water. Kendall copied her and soon splatters of soap and suds were landing on the walls, floor and Mrs. Knight. The woman in particular, flicked off a fleck of soap that had landed on her cheek and then put her hands in the air to get her children's attention,
"Woah guys! Soaps flying and you don't want to make me start crying-hahah it rhymed!" Kendall tilted his head in confusion as his mother began to chuckle at her pathetic sense of humor. She controlled her laughter and began again,
"Ok sorry Kendall! Heheh but that was funny! Anyways, I need you and Katie to stop splashing, you guys are getting me so soaked that I might as well be in there with you!" Kendall brightened at her suggestion, eagerly reaching for her hand,
"Yeah come in Mommy!"
"Oh no I couldn't possibly fit in there with you both! You and Katie have fun, I'll go take a shower once you are done." A blush rose to her cheeks at her sons idea, embarrassed how he had no idea how awkward that would be for her to join them. Kendall seemed to pout, focusing his attention on twirling random patterns in the wake of the white foam instead of continuing his conversation with his mother. Mrs. Knight crouched next to the tub, resting her chin in the crook of her folded arms that lay on the edge of the bath,
"Tell you what Kendall, I'll be able to take a shower once you're done so if you want to help me, want to hurry up and finish your bath?" He nodded,
"Yeah I want to help."
"Ok great! Let's wash your hair!" She rummaged through the tray of soaps and bath supplies hidden within the oak cabinet beneath the sink. Two purple bottles, the darker of the two shampoo while the light violet hued container containing conditioner, appeared in her hands. Kathryn squeezed a small dollop of shampoo in her hands, adding a sprinkle of water in order to create a smooth lather.
"Come here Kendall, lean your head back." Mrs. Knight ordered, waiting for her son to comply. He did so, rotating his position so that he was facing away from the faucet and his mother, Katie still held securely with his arms. The small child was still entertained with popping bubbles while Kendall scooted closer to the fountain of hot water. With his mother's help, he tilted his head backwards, letting the water run through his hair; flowing from his forehead to the base of his neck, stroking his entire scalp with the pleasant pressure of running water. Kendall felt his mother prod his back, returning him to a sitting position while she dug her soap-coated fingers through his now dark brown locks. A soapy froth spread through his hair, covering his entire head with white suds as his mother scrubbed gently, her fingernails scratching back and forth. He sighed, completely at peace, enjoying the sensation of the warm water and being surrounded by his loved ones.
"Alright tilt your head back again dear!" Kendall did as he was told, letting the heated water wash away the suds. Once all traces of the soap had disappeared, his mother uncorked the bottle of conditioner and began running the silky smooth mixture through his hair. Kathryn told him to sit up and scoot away from the faucet and to pass Katie to her, which he did in a matter of seconds. While she repeated the steps of applying shampoo to her daughter's hair, Mrs. Knight explained that Kendall was to wait to wash the conditioner out of his hair, saying that it was good to wait for about three to five minutes before washing it out.
"Why mommy?" He inquired, patting his smooth hair, enjoying how slippery it felt to the touch. Mrs. Knight scrubbed the top of Katie's head, moving her hands out of reach from Katie's tiny hands who were constantly grabbing hers, thinking her mother was playing a game with her,
"The longer the conditioner stays in for, the softer your hair will be."
"Oh then I'll wait a whole hour!" Mrs. Knight looked up, an incredulous look on her face as she poured lukewarm water over Katie's scalp,
"Hahaha whatever for Kendall?" Her son's tone of voice came out condescending,
"For soft hair!" He exclaimed, stating it as if it were the most obvious reason in the world.
"Sorry to break it to you dear, but it doesn't work like that. If you put it in too long, it's not good either."
"Why not? I thought it was good." He scratched his head, clearly confused,
"Well it is, but too much of anything isn't good." Mrs. Knight stated, placing a dime sized amount of conditioner in her hands in order to rub it over the patch of brown hair of Katie's head.
"Hmm…that's what you said about candy." Kendall mused, tapping his chin deep in thought, "I didn't listen and kept eating skittles-then I got one of those cavittidies." Mrs. Knight nodded in agreement, pulling Kendall closer to her and made him bend over with his head beneath the faucet, letting the warm water wash out the remains of the conditioner while she replied,
"Exactly, you ate so much candy that you got a cavity. See, it's not always good to have too much of some things. Anyways, you're all done!"
"Yay!" Kendall called, dunking his body back under the hot water, not wanting to leave its presence. Mrs. Knight laughed,
"I thought you didn't want to take a bath." Kendall blushed, blowing bubbles into the water, realizing that he had been caught,
"Well…it is better once you get in." She beamed, offering a hand out to her son,
"You can take another bath soon but for now, you can step of the tub." Reluctantly, Kendall pulled himself from the basin, droplets of water cascading off of his back and legs. A bright yellow towel was quickly wrapped around him, shielding his nakedness and enveloping him in warmth. He waited, sitting on the closed toilet seat while his mother finished washing Katie. Another towel was fetched, Mrs. Knight bundling the tiny baby in its fluffy hold. She held her in her arms, letting her daughter rest her head on her shoulder. Kendall chirped,
"Let's go to the park after this mommy!" Mrs. Knight bent down, rubbing her nose to his, both of them smiling,
"That's a wonderful idea Kendal! We'll go right after you and Katie get changed." Kendall let out a whoop, dashing out of the bathroom and to his room, the towel flying out like a superhero's cape behind him. His mother trailed after him, holding her daughter in her arms, smiling at how excited her son was for the simple gift of being able to play at the park. She entered Kendall's room, thinking that the day was turning out quite wonderfully and wistfully hoped that it would continue in this way.
Ever remember taking a bath with your siblings? I sure do. Now don't get the wrong impression, we were very young, like the Knight children in my story and we had no clue that there was any difference between us and didn't even think to notice the other's private areas. I am just stating this so that if any of you guys thought their interaction in the tub was weird, it was not meant to be in any way! Oh and I've always wanted to have a bubble bath but have never had the chance…one day I'll take one! But until then, I'm just stuck writing about one ;D So yeah…this was fun, especially since I just took a shower before I wrote this chapter so I was all warm and happy while I sat at my boring desk avoiding homework hahah. As always, please review! Seriously…I like need some more reviews :( So please review and let me know what you think(and if possible, more than "aw this was cute" ^-^!) Thanks and hope to update soon as possible, I promise :)