"Dad! Jax keeps annoying me!"
"Raphael, relax. Jax only wants to say hello, and play with you. Besides, he's only two and your four, you should be happy he wants to play with you." Raphael's father scolded him. "C'mon, Raph, what's the worse that Jax can do?"
Raphael crossed his arms. "A lot."
"What's going on?"
Raphael looked over to his mother coming into the room, looking the way she always looked like. Wearing a black dress with her hair brushed and some purple lipstick. Though she would usually wear some lighter clothes, anyone could see that she might still be the age of 18.
His eyes stared into his mother's same eyes as he pointed to a two year-old Jax.
"Jax keeps on annoying me, momma!" Raphael huffed, out. "Make him stop! Just like you make dad stop talking."
"Raph!" His father hissed out, crossing his arms. "I'm not annoying."
"Kinda are."
His mother narrowed her eyes as she picked up her youngest. "Raphael, don't go insulting your father or you'll end up like his father."
"What's bad about grandpa?" Raphael asked, sitting down on the couch with his legs crossed and his arms on his legs as his hands sat on his cheeks. "He doesn't seem bad."
His father rubbed his neck. "It's the way how he used to be, Raphael. Before you and Jax was born, okay? He made a lot of bad choices in life."
"Still don't seem bad." Raphael mumbled through his teeth.
Taking his youngest son, Raphael's father sat next to him with Jax on his lap while he turned on the TV to a show they liked and when Jax looked at his brother with his brown eyes and moved his hand towards him, trying to crawl into Raphael's lap instead of staying in his father's lap.
Allowing his youngest to move, he watched as Jax crawled into Raphael's lap and sat down, looking up at his brother.
Raphael looked back down at him before glaring and huffing before turning attention back to the TV, trying to ignore his brother.
"Rapahel, that won't make Jax stop bugging you." His mother chuckled, taking a set by his father. "He just wants to be with his big brother, is that really bad?"
"It is if you're me."
His father smirked. "You weren't like that when Jax was born. I remember you being pretty excited when you first saw him."
"That was different."
"How?"
"Because then I didn't know how annoying Jax would be then." Raphael explained, before his brother gave him a hug with a smile on his face. "Eh..."
His father shared a look with his mother. "Most of the time?" He guessed.
"Most of the time."
The parents just laughed at him.
When the day was over, and they had placed both of their kids to bed, the two went downstairs to share a drink. Pop. It's always pop, nothing like beer or wine. They would save that for later.
Taking a drink from his can, the coldness felt nice after spending all that time in the sun before he came home to find his boys playing and what not.
"I think we should've had someone else look after Raphael rather than your father." His wife laughed, and he couldn't help but give a chuckle. "He acts like him a little."
"Must run in my family."
His wife rose an eyebrow. "Does it now, Ghostly?"
"Eh, it might," Ghostly mumbled. "I mean, I don't know about your family, Violet. But I think my grandfather might've acted a tad like my dad."
"How did we end up with two boys?" Violet mumbled.
Ghostly smiled. "Hey, they must be common in my family."
"I feel so lucky for marrying you," Violet joked. "I still don't know you managed to convice me into allowing you to name our first born after him."
"You thought it was a good idea." Ghostly laughed.
Violet rolled her eyes. "At the time."
"Still counts."
"Sure it does."
Ghostly gave her a look. "Hey, now, you can't be hating on Raphael's name! I let you name Jax!"
"Because you named the first one."
He couldn't really argue at that...
End