The Birth of the Brite
Chapter 3
Same disclaimer as before, age will alter at times so that were not sitting here for a million years reading this.
"Krystolis come here son I need to get you in the bath." The small child ran through the house laughing as he did so. Forgetting that the floor was made of diamond just like the house was he slid across the floor and smacked his face into the wall. He looked up wailing madly from the pain. Myst walked over.
"Oh, you alright little one?" She asked gently as she checked his face for injury. Finding a reddened cheek she carried him into the kitchen and set him in his little chair getting him an ice cube and a popsicle before setting him on her lap and holding the cold cube to his cheek. She winced seeing the bruise forming.
"Baby, that's why we don't run in the house the floors slippery,."
"Owie OW! Mamma" he whimpered. His attention had been diverted when Troy walked in the door.
"PAPA!" he screamed out reaching his arms up to his father. Troy tossed the boy into the air before tickling him.
"Are you daddy's little boy."
"Krystolis Papa's boy!" the little boy repeated then sniffed. "Got Owie"
"I see that, looks like it hurts." Krystolis nodded. "Let me see it." The child turned his face so that his father could see the bruise. "Come on Short stuff, lets go give it the Papa treatment."
"Kay" Krystolis laughed as he was bounced into his own bedroom. Myst shook her head watching and laughing.
"Hello daughter,"
"Mother,"
"You seemed amused."
"I am Troy came home and has already started playing with the baby."
"I would stop calling young Krystolis a baby he's almost four."
"I know, but he's still a baby to me, and always will be. Mother I have to talk to Troy when he comes out. Can you tell him I'm outside?"
"Sure my daughter I can do that." Myst thanked her and walked out.
A couple hours later Troy walked out and kissed her face.
"what's that for?"
"Can't I kiss my wife when I want to?" Myst blushed,
"Well your going to be very more happy then you are in a moment." She told him.
"Why do you say that my beautiful wife?"
"Because, I'm about to have a second child." Just like the last time his eyes filled with tears of joy.
"Really! When!" He asked before Myst could answer he turned and started running and shouting for joy yelling out.
"I'M GOING TO BE A PAPA AGAIN!" over and over again. Myst laughed at this she had already known he would act this way but to actually see it was better. He ran over to her kissing her and hugging her before kneeling down and kissing her already budding belly.
"We have about 6 months left before it comes." He nodded and kissed her lips again before running in spreading the news around the house.
"Sure is excited isn't he Myst."
"Sure is Grandmother he loves being a father it's the greatest thing to him besides his being in the army." Destayga nodded and smiled at it. Then looked to the small boy.
"At least he just turned four so you don't have to deal with two sets of diapers." Myst nodded.
"Grandmother do you think you could get Krystolis ready for bed I need to go see if I can get my husband calmed down before he does what he did last time."
"Remind me of that again.
"Were he got on the roof and shouted the news about the baby for at least three hours." Destayga nodded, "go on I got the boy."
'Thank you Grandmother"
