Arthur
Fingers tangled tightly I led my beloved towards over our chamber. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes regarded her with devotion and love. The sound of breaking glass forced Gwen's mouth to drop slightly as we rushed into a chamber rapidly.
Maybe, it was a ball. He tossed something out of the window, and he broke our window. He's a baby. I never broke a window as a child.
"Mama… love. Papa… love," our little monster crooned at us. He could have made an attempt at tears. No, our child looked us and try to trick us with declarations of love.
"Llacheu. What do you do," Gwen inquired.
"Toss," he replied with a pouty lip. Did he shrug at us?
"Take him; I'll be happy when Sefa returns. This boy," Mary fussed before she departed our chamber.
I picked my son up gazing into his eyes," You can't toss things at the window. It's very dangerous."
Llacheu leaned up and kissed my cheek loudly," Love Papa. Kiss."
He's really cute. I pressed a kiss on his forehead.
"Arthur," Gwen rebuked. "He broke a window."
Spinning in my arms, Llacheu reached for his mother," Mama kiss?"
Gwen stroked his fingers, and kissed his palm. "He needs a consequence, Arthur."
"Mama and Papa kiss."
I can't deny an opportunity to kiss my wife. Pulling my family into my arms, I kissed Gwen firmly, Llacheu squirmed in her arms.
"Happy?"
"No, Llacheu was naughty."
"Mama… Papa kiss… me."
We snuggled our son as he giggled loudly, touching our faces and smiling with tiny white teeth.
"He is cute," Gwen whispered.