Great big thanks to the people who have patiently waited this chapter out
and I'd like to say if you like good Wesker then you should maybe go read
Kali she has a good take on some interesting things. Also thanks to Jaz
for the pre read again. And with that here you be.
Wesker was being shaken awake. Opening his eyes he saw the distraught face of his three year old.
"Daddy why are you sleeping on the couch?" Liam asked, before Wesker could admonish the little boy for waking him up.
"Mommy was asleep and I didn't want to wake her up." Wesker replied rubbing his eyes and checking his watch.
It was six A.M. and the only thing he could think was why wasn't his son still asleep?
"Sweet Pea made a mess in the kitchen." Liam stated before his father could tell him to go back to bed.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Not there's a puddle in the kitchen." The little boy answered and finished in a whisper with, "She pooped in there too."
Liam wasn't sure if his father would get after him about the last word, but after last night he didn't want to take any chances so he said it as quietly as possible. He knew that daddy wasn't going to be happy about Sweet Pea making a mess, but figured he better tell him before daddy found out for himself.
Wesker lifted his still sleepy body off the couch and padded into the kitchen, watching were he stepped since Liam hadn't been forth coming with the exact location of said mess. Moving closer to the sink Wesker finally honed in on it, located right in front of the side door. Looking at his son who stood just inside the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room, as if he were afraid to come all the way in the room, Wesker went to grab the paper towels next to the sink and clean the mess up.
"It's a good thing she's small." Wesker told his son as he noticed the small puppy come out from hiding under the kitchen table, go over to where the mess had been and began to sniff about.
"Oh no you don't." Wesker stated to the puppy, which stopped and looked at him. "Liam take her outside before she creates more of a mess."
Liam nodded his head in compliance and walked over to the puppy, picked her up, headed to the living room and out the front door. As the little boy walked back into the kitchen after setting Sweet Pea on the porch he was greeted with a sight so unusual that he couldn't stifle the giggles he felt. His father was standing barefoot on the kitchen floor with a mop in hand and a bucket sitting next to him, mopping the floor a slight frown on his face. At the sound of his son's laughter Wesker looked up at the little boy.
"And just what is so funny?" He asked his frown deepening.
"That's mommy's job." Liam replied still giggling
"What makes you say that?"
"She's the only one who ever does it."
"That doesn't make it just her job, your mother and I share responsibilities."
"What's a re... a reponsbility?" Liam asked not quite getting the word right.
Wesker gave a sigh. The blonde man felt a slight surge of annoyance at what seemed the never ending list of questions he was bombarded with the last two days. He wasn't used to having to come up with answers to so many things. It wasn't that he didn't spend time with his children just that their mother usually took care of all the annoying little things that most children did. When it was a choice of being with his family and protecting them, protecting had always won out. Wesker had thought though that he'd done a good job at balancing the two that was until his son's words sunk in. Pushing the annoyance away, Liam was a three year old after all, he gave his son a small smile before he started to explain.
"A RE-SPON-SI-BIL-I-TY," He pronounced the word slowly, "Is something that it is your job to do. Like taking care of Sweet Pea, making sure she's fed and watered and taken outside."
"Oh like cleaning my room." His son stated.
"Yes... would you like to help me?" Wesker asked giving him another smile.
"Can I?" Liam asked, thrilled to be doing anything with his father, even if it was something as boring as mopping the kitchen floor.
"Yes come here."
Walking over to where his father stood, Liam allowed the older man to place his hands on the mop handle. Once his son's hands were in the right position, Wesker placed his own hands over the young boy's and together father and son began mopping the floor again.
"Albert Wesker, what are you doing to my floor?" Isabel's voice was heard from the door way.
Turning to his wife he answered.
"YOUR puppy made a mess last night and we're cleaning it up."
"Did you let her out before you went to bed?"
"No, I forgot she was here."
"Well then it's YOUR fault."
"I'll put that on the list DEAR." Wesker's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Even though Wesker loved his wife, this everything being his fault was starting to wear thin and he couldn't help the reaction he had. He missed the usually even tempered and laid back woman he'd married.
"Liam I would like you to go play outside with Sweet Pea." Isabel stated not taking her eye's off Albert.
Liam having one of his more intuitive moments didn't argue and hightailed it outside to join the puppy.
Wesker used his speed vary rarely when at home, but he used it now. Before Isabel could blink he had her in his arms and was kissing him with all the pent up passion in him. As Wesker brought his head back up Isabel stared at him before she started to speak.
"Albert Wesker if you ever kis..."
Isabel was cut off as his lips once again descended on hers. This time the kiss was a little softer and lasted a little longer. When Wesker lifted his head again Isabel started to speak immediately.
"Do you plan on doing that every time I speak?"
"It depends on whether you're going to yell at me or not."
Isabel rolled her eyes at her husband and started to answer him, when he came in for another kiss. This time she was ready for him and placed her hand over his mouth effectively stopping him.
"I won't yell if you fix breakfast." She replied, her hand still over his lips.
Isabel could tell by her husband's amberish colored eyes that he was smiling behind her hand. Instead of trying to verbally answer his wife, Wesker nodded his agreement. Satisfied with his answer she removed her hand. Thinking her husband was done with his stunt, Isabel was surprised when his lips claimed hers for a third and final kiss. This time she obliged him by returning the show of affection.
"If your son wasn't up I'd have you back in bed." Isabel stated after the kiss ended.
Even though Wesker had gone through the better part of two pregnancies with Isabel, it never ceased to amaze him how fast her moods shifted during the process.
"Even if our son was safely tucked away in bed, you know I wouldn't make love to you until Rebecca sheds some light on to why you're showing so much so early."
At Albert's statement the last traces of the smile wore faded, worry filling her bright green eyes.
"You don't think there's something really wrong, do you?" She asked placing both hands on her swollen stomach.
Seeing the look on Isabel's face Wesker tightened his grip on her. Rubbing small circles on her upper back he spoke.
"I'm sure there's a really simple explanation, maybe you're farther along than we think."
"Albert, you don't truly believe that. You're just trying to make me feel better."
"If I say yes will you yell at me?"
Isabel's worried expression turned back into a smile at his joke. For some reason him kidding with her made her feel things were going to be okay.
"I will if you don't start breakfast soon. We're kind of hungry." Isabel stated
"We?" Wesker asked releasing Isabel
"Yes we." His wife replied lightly patting her stomach.
"I don't suppose I could shower and get dressed first and you could wake Rosalie up?"
"Oh no, I'm not waking your daughter, she's grouchier than you in the morning."
Wesker smiled at his wife one last time as he left the room to shower, leaving her to put the mop and bucket away.
Stepping under the flow of warm water Wesker felt instantly refreshed. He was again glad that Isabel seemed a little more normal, even thought for a brief instant Wesker thought there was going to be another argument, luckily he had thought fast on his feet. Wesker knew that despite everything Isabel said yesterday about being pregnant that she was happy about the new baby. He had seen the sparkle in her eye when she had told him they were hungry and knowing that made it easier for him to put up with whatever mood swings she could throw at him.
Isabel stood in the kitchen looking at the mop and bucket Albert had left there.
"Liam you can come back in and bring the puppy." Isabel stated, in a tone she might use if he were inside, rather than outside.
Isabel knew full well her son could hear her. She was rewarded when a few minutes later Liam came in covered head to toe in dirt and grass stains.
"Liam what happened to you." Isabel asked eyeing his now ruined pajamas.
"I was sitting on the grass with Sweet Pea and she started kissing me and I couldn't get up and when I rolled around she jumped on me and kissed me some more. Are you mad at me?"
"No, but you're going to have to be cleaned up before breakfast." His mother replied taking Liam by the hand and leading him back to where his father was showering.
When Wesker heard the bathroom door open, he had a feeling Isabel was becoming impatient about her breakfast. When she was pregnant his wife could put more food away than the rest of the house combined. Wesker was surprised however when the shower curtain was pulled back slightly.
"I told you not until we talk to Rebecca."
"That isn't what I'm here for. Your son needs to be clean up too I thought he could just join you." She said already undressing the three year old.
Once Liam was in the shower with his father Isabel sat on the closed toilet seat and waited for both her guys to get done. Closing her eyes she listened to the conversation the two men in her life were caring on.
"Is mommy going to make breakfast soon?" That of course was Liam.
"No I'm fixing breakfast after you're all washed up." Albert replied, "Now close your eyes so we can rinse your hair."
"Daddy do you ever take showers with mommy?"
There was a complete silence and Isabel knew her husband was trying to come up with a truthful, yet modest answer. With her eyes still closed she smiled at the mental image of what Albert's face must look like.
"Yes I took a shower with your mother once when she was going to have your sister. It was so she didn't slip and fall and get hurt." Wesker answered semi-truthfully.
Liar! Isabel thought as a smile crept over her face.
"You saw mommy naked?" Liam asked in awe.
"Yes."
"I saw Rosalie naked once on accident, she's different than me."
Wesker didn't know how to respond to his son's statement. He wanted to be truthful, but he also thought his son was a little too young to know these things.
"Well boys are different than girls." Wesker stated dreading the next question that was sure to come up.
"Why?"
And there it is. Wesker thought.
Instead of answering his son Wesker spoke to his wife.
"Isabel a little help here."
Isabel opened her eyes at her husband's request her smile growing wider. It wasn't often she saw Albert backed into a corner, but he seemed to be there now.
"Why dear you seem to be doing well on your own." She answered giggling
"Isabel." Wesker said, in almost a demanding tone.
"Alright Liam its time to get dried off so we can eat." Isabel stated finally coming to her husbands rescue.
"Okay." Liam answered drawing back the shower curtain all the way.
Isabel was ready with a fluffy blue towel waiting to dry the little boy off. As Isabel was seeing to her son Wesker also stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. As soon as Liam was dried enough as to not drip water on the floor on the way up to his room, Isabel wrapped the towel around the three year old and carried him upstairs to get dressed.
Wesker was relieved to have a few free moments to collect his thoughts before the next round of children and puppies. He wasn't sure how his wife handle what seemed like the never ending questions his children seemed to come up with. Wesker had a new found respect for his wife. Going into the bedroom he grabbed his clothes from a dresser and quickly dressed.
As Wesker was walking into the living room from the hall, Isabel, Liam and a very grumpy looking Rosalie came down the stairs. He smiled at his six year olds expression, her lips were pouted, hair hadn't been combed, and her brow was furrowed. Isabel was right their daughter was definitely not a morning person.
"Good morning Rosalie." He greeted as she hit the bottom step.
"Morning daddy." Rosalie grumbled.
"I thought you weren't going to wake her up." Wesker told Isabel as he started the breakfast preparation.
"I thought I'd take pity on you since you did so well in the shower." Isabel replied giving him a grin.
Rosalie being very self sufficient for a six year old walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice and placed it on the table. Then she retrieved her favorite Disney glass from the cabinet and went to pour herself a glass.
"Hey I want some too." Liam stated as his sister began to put the carton back in the fridge.
"Rosalie just leave the juice out that way everyone can get some." Isabel said grabbing another glass for Liam.
"Okay mommy." She answered placing it back on the table. "When are we gonna go to Aunt Rebecca's?"
"I'll call after breakfast and see if she's up." Wesker answered placing a plate full of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast in front of his daughter and son.
Once they were settled and eating he dished two more plates up, minus the sausage for Isabel and took his place at the table. Everyone ate in silence, until Rosalie noticed that her mother wasn't eating and had a serine smile on her face.
"Mommy why are you smiling?"
"I was thinking about the first time your father cooked for me. I was pregnant with you and he made me almost this exact meal."
"Really?"
"Yep really, but if I remember correctly there was syrup too."
At their mother's statement both Rosalie and Liam wrinkled their noses in dis-taste and let out a "Yuk"
"I thought it tasted pretty good. Actually it sounds pretty good right now."
"Shall I go get the bottle?" Wesker asked starting to rise from the table.
Isabel smiled at her husband and shook her head no. It wasn't quite a craving yet so she saw no reason to make her man work harder than need be.
"Breakfast is fine just the way it is. You know I like your cooking."
"I like your cooking too daddy." Rosalie stated a little more cheery than before, having finally woken up.
"Good, because I'll be doing a lot more of it." Wesker stated to his daughter.
"Can you make the eggs like Uncle Carlos does, the next time?" Liam asked not wanting to be left out of the conversation.
Wesker watched in amusement as his wife's shoulders started to shake in silent laughter. Isabel was trying to mask the smile that had slowly crept across her face. Rosalie on the other hand went very quiet, her eyes widening and her mouth formed a slight O. Liam just sat there eating not paying any attentions to the rest of the people at the table. Wesker gave it to his son the little boy was fearless. Even Rosalie with her temper knew when to back down when it came to her father, but her brother just said what he thought needed to be said no matter what. Wesker felt a laugh rise in his chest and a smile formed on his lips, not so much at his three year old, but at the reaction from everyone else. It would figure that the little boy liked his Uncle's omelets. It had been a main staple in Isabel's diet while she was pregnant with him. She had eaten them twice a day for three months, it had been her one real craving, and Carlos being a good sport about it made them every time she asked him too.
"I could but then it wouldn't be special when he makes them for you. Do you still want me too?"
Liam's brow furrowed as if he were trying to work something out. It was a while before he came to a decision, but when he did the tiny lines across his forehead smoothed.
"Will you be mad at me if I say no?"
"Of course not."
"Could we do something special just the two of us?" The little boy asked.
"Me too." Rosalie burst in before her father could answer.
"No stupid it won't be special if you go too." Liam shot back.
"Liam David." The blonde man warned frowning.
"I'm sorry." The little boy pouted
Isabel couldn't figure out what was going on between her children. She had never seen them this competitive before. A little voice inside asked if it was because of the baby being on the way. At that thought she felt the little seeds of doubt blossom. Was she doing the right thing? Liam was still so young and Rosalie was such a handful at times. Could she really handle another little one running around? It's a little late for that isn't? Another voice asked.
Isabel wasn't aware that when her thoughts had started, her smile had turned into a slight frown. Wesker was trying to figure out what could have weighed down her good mood so fast. He wanted desperately to know what was going through that beautiful head of hers. He was quite sure though it wasn't something that needed to be brought up in front of the children. Refocusing on his three and six year old Wesker tried to stem the argument that was about to happen.
"Rosalie you and I will also do something special just us, but Liam asked first so he goes first."
"Okay." The little blonde said smiling again.
Liam also seemed pleased with the solution his father came up with. The rest of breakfast was spent in noisy chatter about what the two children were going to do today. Only Isabel sat quietly lost in her own thoughts.
Wesker was being shaken awake. Opening his eyes he saw the distraught face of his three year old.
"Daddy why are you sleeping on the couch?" Liam asked, before Wesker could admonish the little boy for waking him up.
"Mommy was asleep and I didn't want to wake her up." Wesker replied rubbing his eyes and checking his watch.
It was six A.M. and the only thing he could think was why wasn't his son still asleep?
"Sweet Pea made a mess in the kitchen." Liam stated before his father could tell him to go back to bed.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Not there's a puddle in the kitchen." The little boy answered and finished in a whisper with, "She pooped in there too."
Liam wasn't sure if his father would get after him about the last word, but after last night he didn't want to take any chances so he said it as quietly as possible. He knew that daddy wasn't going to be happy about Sweet Pea making a mess, but figured he better tell him before daddy found out for himself.
Wesker lifted his still sleepy body off the couch and padded into the kitchen, watching were he stepped since Liam hadn't been forth coming with the exact location of said mess. Moving closer to the sink Wesker finally honed in on it, located right in front of the side door. Looking at his son who stood just inside the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room, as if he were afraid to come all the way in the room, Wesker went to grab the paper towels next to the sink and clean the mess up.
"It's a good thing she's small." Wesker told his son as he noticed the small puppy come out from hiding under the kitchen table, go over to where the mess had been and began to sniff about.
"Oh no you don't." Wesker stated to the puppy, which stopped and looked at him. "Liam take her outside before she creates more of a mess."
Liam nodded his head in compliance and walked over to the puppy, picked her up, headed to the living room and out the front door. As the little boy walked back into the kitchen after setting Sweet Pea on the porch he was greeted with a sight so unusual that he couldn't stifle the giggles he felt. His father was standing barefoot on the kitchen floor with a mop in hand and a bucket sitting next to him, mopping the floor a slight frown on his face. At the sound of his son's laughter Wesker looked up at the little boy.
"And just what is so funny?" He asked his frown deepening.
"That's mommy's job." Liam replied still giggling
"What makes you say that?"
"She's the only one who ever does it."
"That doesn't make it just her job, your mother and I share responsibilities."
"What's a re... a reponsbility?" Liam asked not quite getting the word right.
Wesker gave a sigh. The blonde man felt a slight surge of annoyance at what seemed the never ending list of questions he was bombarded with the last two days. He wasn't used to having to come up with answers to so many things. It wasn't that he didn't spend time with his children just that their mother usually took care of all the annoying little things that most children did. When it was a choice of being with his family and protecting them, protecting had always won out. Wesker had thought though that he'd done a good job at balancing the two that was until his son's words sunk in. Pushing the annoyance away, Liam was a three year old after all, he gave his son a small smile before he started to explain.
"A RE-SPON-SI-BIL-I-TY," He pronounced the word slowly, "Is something that it is your job to do. Like taking care of Sweet Pea, making sure she's fed and watered and taken outside."
"Oh like cleaning my room." His son stated.
"Yes... would you like to help me?" Wesker asked giving him another smile.
"Can I?" Liam asked, thrilled to be doing anything with his father, even if it was something as boring as mopping the kitchen floor.
"Yes come here."
Walking over to where his father stood, Liam allowed the older man to place his hands on the mop handle. Once his son's hands were in the right position, Wesker placed his own hands over the young boy's and together father and son began mopping the floor again.
"Albert Wesker, what are you doing to my floor?" Isabel's voice was heard from the door way.
Turning to his wife he answered.
"YOUR puppy made a mess last night and we're cleaning it up."
"Did you let her out before you went to bed?"
"No, I forgot she was here."
"Well then it's YOUR fault."
"I'll put that on the list DEAR." Wesker's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Even though Wesker loved his wife, this everything being his fault was starting to wear thin and he couldn't help the reaction he had. He missed the usually even tempered and laid back woman he'd married.
"Liam I would like you to go play outside with Sweet Pea." Isabel stated not taking her eye's off Albert.
Liam having one of his more intuitive moments didn't argue and hightailed it outside to join the puppy.
Wesker used his speed vary rarely when at home, but he used it now. Before Isabel could blink he had her in his arms and was kissing him with all the pent up passion in him. As Wesker brought his head back up Isabel stared at him before she started to speak.
"Albert Wesker if you ever kis..."
Isabel was cut off as his lips once again descended on hers. This time the kiss was a little softer and lasted a little longer. When Wesker lifted his head again Isabel started to speak immediately.
"Do you plan on doing that every time I speak?"
"It depends on whether you're going to yell at me or not."
Isabel rolled her eyes at her husband and started to answer him, when he came in for another kiss. This time she was ready for him and placed her hand over his mouth effectively stopping him.
"I won't yell if you fix breakfast." She replied, her hand still over his lips.
Isabel could tell by her husband's amberish colored eyes that he was smiling behind her hand. Instead of trying to verbally answer his wife, Wesker nodded his agreement. Satisfied with his answer she removed her hand. Thinking her husband was done with his stunt, Isabel was surprised when his lips claimed hers for a third and final kiss. This time she obliged him by returning the show of affection.
"If your son wasn't up I'd have you back in bed." Isabel stated after the kiss ended.
Even though Wesker had gone through the better part of two pregnancies with Isabel, it never ceased to amaze him how fast her moods shifted during the process.
"Even if our son was safely tucked away in bed, you know I wouldn't make love to you until Rebecca sheds some light on to why you're showing so much so early."
At Albert's statement the last traces of the smile wore faded, worry filling her bright green eyes.
"You don't think there's something really wrong, do you?" She asked placing both hands on her swollen stomach.
Seeing the look on Isabel's face Wesker tightened his grip on her. Rubbing small circles on her upper back he spoke.
"I'm sure there's a really simple explanation, maybe you're farther along than we think."
"Albert, you don't truly believe that. You're just trying to make me feel better."
"If I say yes will you yell at me?"
Isabel's worried expression turned back into a smile at his joke. For some reason him kidding with her made her feel things were going to be okay.
"I will if you don't start breakfast soon. We're kind of hungry." Isabel stated
"We?" Wesker asked releasing Isabel
"Yes we." His wife replied lightly patting her stomach.
"I don't suppose I could shower and get dressed first and you could wake Rosalie up?"
"Oh no, I'm not waking your daughter, she's grouchier than you in the morning."
Wesker smiled at his wife one last time as he left the room to shower, leaving her to put the mop and bucket away.
Stepping under the flow of warm water Wesker felt instantly refreshed. He was again glad that Isabel seemed a little more normal, even thought for a brief instant Wesker thought there was going to be another argument, luckily he had thought fast on his feet. Wesker knew that despite everything Isabel said yesterday about being pregnant that she was happy about the new baby. He had seen the sparkle in her eye when she had told him they were hungry and knowing that made it easier for him to put up with whatever mood swings she could throw at him.
Isabel stood in the kitchen looking at the mop and bucket Albert had left there.
"Liam you can come back in and bring the puppy." Isabel stated, in a tone she might use if he were inside, rather than outside.
Isabel knew full well her son could hear her. She was rewarded when a few minutes later Liam came in covered head to toe in dirt and grass stains.
"Liam what happened to you." Isabel asked eyeing his now ruined pajamas.
"I was sitting on the grass with Sweet Pea and she started kissing me and I couldn't get up and when I rolled around she jumped on me and kissed me some more. Are you mad at me?"
"No, but you're going to have to be cleaned up before breakfast." His mother replied taking Liam by the hand and leading him back to where his father was showering.
When Wesker heard the bathroom door open, he had a feeling Isabel was becoming impatient about her breakfast. When she was pregnant his wife could put more food away than the rest of the house combined. Wesker was surprised however when the shower curtain was pulled back slightly.
"I told you not until we talk to Rebecca."
"That isn't what I'm here for. Your son needs to be clean up too I thought he could just join you." She said already undressing the three year old.
Once Liam was in the shower with his father Isabel sat on the closed toilet seat and waited for both her guys to get done. Closing her eyes she listened to the conversation the two men in her life were caring on.
"Is mommy going to make breakfast soon?" That of course was Liam.
"No I'm fixing breakfast after you're all washed up." Albert replied, "Now close your eyes so we can rinse your hair."
"Daddy do you ever take showers with mommy?"
There was a complete silence and Isabel knew her husband was trying to come up with a truthful, yet modest answer. With her eyes still closed she smiled at the mental image of what Albert's face must look like.
"Yes I took a shower with your mother once when she was going to have your sister. It was so she didn't slip and fall and get hurt." Wesker answered semi-truthfully.
Liar! Isabel thought as a smile crept over her face.
"You saw mommy naked?" Liam asked in awe.
"Yes."
"I saw Rosalie naked once on accident, she's different than me."
Wesker didn't know how to respond to his son's statement. He wanted to be truthful, but he also thought his son was a little too young to know these things.
"Well boys are different than girls." Wesker stated dreading the next question that was sure to come up.
"Why?"
And there it is. Wesker thought.
Instead of answering his son Wesker spoke to his wife.
"Isabel a little help here."
Isabel opened her eyes at her husband's request her smile growing wider. It wasn't often she saw Albert backed into a corner, but he seemed to be there now.
"Why dear you seem to be doing well on your own." She answered giggling
"Isabel." Wesker said, in almost a demanding tone.
"Alright Liam its time to get dried off so we can eat." Isabel stated finally coming to her husbands rescue.
"Okay." Liam answered drawing back the shower curtain all the way.
Isabel was ready with a fluffy blue towel waiting to dry the little boy off. As Isabel was seeing to her son Wesker also stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. As soon as Liam was dried enough as to not drip water on the floor on the way up to his room, Isabel wrapped the towel around the three year old and carried him upstairs to get dressed.
Wesker was relieved to have a few free moments to collect his thoughts before the next round of children and puppies. He wasn't sure how his wife handle what seemed like the never ending questions his children seemed to come up with. Wesker had a new found respect for his wife. Going into the bedroom he grabbed his clothes from a dresser and quickly dressed.
As Wesker was walking into the living room from the hall, Isabel, Liam and a very grumpy looking Rosalie came down the stairs. He smiled at his six year olds expression, her lips were pouted, hair hadn't been combed, and her brow was furrowed. Isabel was right their daughter was definitely not a morning person.
"Good morning Rosalie." He greeted as she hit the bottom step.
"Morning daddy." Rosalie grumbled.
"I thought you weren't going to wake her up." Wesker told Isabel as he started the breakfast preparation.
"I thought I'd take pity on you since you did so well in the shower." Isabel replied giving him a grin.
Rosalie being very self sufficient for a six year old walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice and placed it on the table. Then she retrieved her favorite Disney glass from the cabinet and went to pour herself a glass.
"Hey I want some too." Liam stated as his sister began to put the carton back in the fridge.
"Rosalie just leave the juice out that way everyone can get some." Isabel said grabbing another glass for Liam.
"Okay mommy." She answered placing it back on the table. "When are we gonna go to Aunt Rebecca's?"
"I'll call after breakfast and see if she's up." Wesker answered placing a plate full of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast in front of his daughter and son.
Once they were settled and eating he dished two more plates up, minus the sausage for Isabel and took his place at the table. Everyone ate in silence, until Rosalie noticed that her mother wasn't eating and had a serine smile on her face.
"Mommy why are you smiling?"
"I was thinking about the first time your father cooked for me. I was pregnant with you and he made me almost this exact meal."
"Really?"
"Yep really, but if I remember correctly there was syrup too."
At their mother's statement both Rosalie and Liam wrinkled their noses in dis-taste and let out a "Yuk"
"I thought it tasted pretty good. Actually it sounds pretty good right now."
"Shall I go get the bottle?" Wesker asked starting to rise from the table.
Isabel smiled at her husband and shook her head no. It wasn't quite a craving yet so she saw no reason to make her man work harder than need be.
"Breakfast is fine just the way it is. You know I like your cooking."
"I like your cooking too daddy." Rosalie stated a little more cheery than before, having finally woken up.
"Good, because I'll be doing a lot more of it." Wesker stated to his daughter.
"Can you make the eggs like Uncle Carlos does, the next time?" Liam asked not wanting to be left out of the conversation.
Wesker watched in amusement as his wife's shoulders started to shake in silent laughter. Isabel was trying to mask the smile that had slowly crept across her face. Rosalie on the other hand went very quiet, her eyes widening and her mouth formed a slight O. Liam just sat there eating not paying any attentions to the rest of the people at the table. Wesker gave it to his son the little boy was fearless. Even Rosalie with her temper knew when to back down when it came to her father, but her brother just said what he thought needed to be said no matter what. Wesker felt a laugh rise in his chest and a smile formed on his lips, not so much at his three year old, but at the reaction from everyone else. It would figure that the little boy liked his Uncle's omelets. It had been a main staple in Isabel's diet while she was pregnant with him. She had eaten them twice a day for three months, it had been her one real craving, and Carlos being a good sport about it made them every time she asked him too.
"I could but then it wouldn't be special when he makes them for you. Do you still want me too?"
Liam's brow furrowed as if he were trying to work something out. It was a while before he came to a decision, but when he did the tiny lines across his forehead smoothed.
"Will you be mad at me if I say no?"
"Of course not."
"Could we do something special just the two of us?" The little boy asked.
"Me too." Rosalie burst in before her father could answer.
"No stupid it won't be special if you go too." Liam shot back.
"Liam David." The blonde man warned frowning.
"I'm sorry." The little boy pouted
Isabel couldn't figure out what was going on between her children. She had never seen them this competitive before. A little voice inside asked if it was because of the baby being on the way. At that thought she felt the little seeds of doubt blossom. Was she doing the right thing? Liam was still so young and Rosalie was such a handful at times. Could she really handle another little one running around? It's a little late for that isn't? Another voice asked.
Isabel wasn't aware that when her thoughts had started, her smile had turned into a slight frown. Wesker was trying to figure out what could have weighed down her good mood so fast. He wanted desperately to know what was going through that beautiful head of hers. He was quite sure though it wasn't something that needed to be brought up in front of the children. Refocusing on his three and six year old Wesker tried to stem the argument that was about to happen.
"Rosalie you and I will also do something special just us, but Liam asked first so he goes first."
"Okay." The little blonde said smiling again.
Liam also seemed pleased with the solution his father came up with. The rest of breakfast was spent in noisy chatter about what the two children were going to do today. Only Isabel sat quietly lost in her own thoughts.