Bad Table
"Noah, are you watchin' th'boys?!" Annabelle shouted from the kitchen. She knew Noah could take care of the twins without any problems, but now that they were crawling, they got into everything.
"Aye, I'm watchin' them!" he called back.
Suddenly, she heard a loud thud then crying and she quickly turned the burner off, placed the pot on the back burner and she ran into the front room. Noah was standing near the coffee table with a crying Murphy in his arms and Connor was sitting on the floor, crying.
"What happened!?" she demanded while she stormed to Noah and Noah was gently rubbed Murphy's forehead.
"How should I know?! One minute they were crawlin' then he slammed his head into th'coffee table leg," Noah said with a sigh and Murphy reached out for her. She could see the red mark on Murphy's forehead as she removed him from his da's arms and she held him.
"Oh, my poor baby. Let me see," she said as she took a better look at the small lump appearing on her son's forehead and she barely kissed the lump. Murphy calmed down as he placed his right thumb in his mouth then he placed his wet cheek against her left shoulder and she glared at Noah. "I thought you said you were watchin' them!"
"I was, Woman," Noah said in his defense and she looked at the football match on the black and white television. "Fine. I was watching the match."
Connor crawled to Noah when he swatted at Noah's legs and Noah looked down at him.
"No, Connor, you don't hit Da," Noah said. Frowning, Connor crawled to the coffee table when he smacked the coffee table leg and Annabelle and Noah smiled.
"Aye. Bad table," she said as Connor sat on his bottom and he gave her a proud look. She handed Murphy to Noah when she went back into the kitchen and Noah leaned down to pick Connor off the floor. Noah walked to the recliner as he sat down with his sons on his lap and he leaned over, kissing the bump on Murphy's forehead. Sighing, he went back to watching the football match and the twins placed their heads against his chest.