(A/N): I'm not dead! Gah I really need to update more regularly huh. You guys out there who've been so patent with me… thanks! Much love goes out to ya.
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'Playing in traffic? Not likely. Messing in the rat poison? Lord, I hope not! Where are they? Ah, about to break one of mother's snow globes. Acceptable.' I walked toward my two hellions and placed a firm glare on my face.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" I asked the twins sternly. It's getting too easy for them to slip away.
"Daddy, look at the piddy we finded," Erin said, a huge grin plastered on her face. I fought the urge to bust out laughing; that would not set the tone for obedience.
"Erin, you know messing in other people's things is wrong. Put it down," I said, giving her a look that would have sent many grown men into a panic. Erin's eyes hardened and she shook her head.
"I's not hurt it." She said craddling it in her arms.
"They're not yours, you need to put them back." I said, my voice still reasonably kind.
"No!" Ayden volunteered, a snow globe in each hand.
"Ayden, put those down right now," I said sternly.
"No!" both of them screamed, stomping their feet.
"You're going to get a spanking," I said, noticing Yazoo's presence for the first time. And then they were screaming. Both of them threw the snow globes they were holding at the wall. Consequently the rounded glass shattered instantly, leaving me with no other choice.
Regret in my heart, I smacked each of them soundly on the leg. I think their feelings were hurt more than anything. As they screamed and tried to make me pick them up, seeming to forget that I spanked them, I heard Yazoo chuckle from beside me.
"Well, they put them down," he said gesturing to the broken glass. I rolled my eyes just when Mother was walking in.
"Sephiroth! What happened?!" she asked looking from the shattered glass to the twins.
"They threw your knick knacks; so, I spanked them. I'll pay for those by the way," my answer sounded dull, but my growing migraine didn't allow me to put any more emotion into the sentence than what I really felt. Mother looked appalled. At first, I thought she would be angry with the twins. I prepared my self to defend the precious devils as she was beginning to speak.
"Sephiroth, I can't believe it," she said, sounding shocked.
"I know Mother. They've never pitched a fit this badly before. I think they are just tired," I tried to sound apologetic.
"No, Sephiroth, I can't believe you spanked them over a few knick knacks. They're just babies after all!"
What?
"…"
"C'mon babies. Let Granny get you some C-O-O-K-I-E-S. Mean old Daddy won't hurt you any more," She gathered the twins into her arms and glared at me before walking in the direction of the kitchen.
What? 'That is definitely not the same woman who raised me.'
"What did I do?" I finally asked. Yazoo shrugged and walked back into the dinning room.
The rest of the dinner passed in some semblance of peace. We had a small egg hunt out side, and during that time I had to explain the concept of the Easter Bunny to the twins, stop Ayden from throwing another fit; I had to spank him again. He plowed Erin over, trying to take an egg from her. He gave it back after I smacked his leg, but then I had to spank Erin too because she decided to punish him herself .
I don't think I'll ever forget the worry- and somehow perverse amusement at the fact she'd actually punched- that came when Ayden's nose started pouring blood. I just hope that the twins don't get into fist fights when they are older. Erin's right hook will probably end up getting her into trouble. More so than she already is.
As I suspected, both of them were tired. They slept all the way home. But when they woke up, it was like demons from hell came to claim my soul. But I only have myself to blame. I opened my door to them.
"Daddy, I can't sweep. Can I stays up wit you?" Erin asked from the doorway. I looked up at her and smiled a little, motioning for her to join me. She grinned and climbed up into my lap. I poised my book in between us and looked over her shoulder to read. Who am I kidding? I'm kinda glad I opened the door.
'Call me Ishmael,' I read to myself.
(A/N): So you'd think with like the month or so I've been "working" on this chapter and the help of my friend- who basically worte the whole thing- we'd be able to push out more than just two pages. Well may now that this dreadful holiday chapter...s are over the pace will pick up a bit. One can only hope :sigh: