Disclaimer - I don't own The OC, or any of the characters, but yeah…

So – this is the next week in there little lives, and I just realized that no four year old talks like Seth, so yeah. Thanks for the reviews and please keep reviewing!

Chapter 2

"Mommy…Mommy…" came a voice, drifting into Kirsten's half awake mind. "Mommy," it said a little louder.

"Uhhh," Kirsten opened her eye a smidgen, taking a while to register little Seth over top her. "Seth… What is it?"

"Mommy, I'm hungry."

Kirsten looked at the clock. 1 AM. "Seth, you ate a little while ago, why are you hungry?"

"Cause Ryan stole most of my food when you and daddy weren't looking."

Shaking her head, Kirsten reluctantly got out of the warm, cozy bed. Putting on a bathrobe, she led Seth downstairs and poured him a bowl of Froot Loops. Seth ate slowly, taking as much time as he could. When he ran out of Froot Loops, he spooned the last of his milk into his mouth, instead of just pouring it into his mouth. Even though Kirsten's mind was still half asleep, she tried to think of what was bothering her. Seth never woke up like this, and if he did, Ryan was always with him. A loud yawn dismissed the thoughts from her mind.

"I'm done mommy, thank you," Seth smiled, struggling to put his dish in the sink.

"You're welcome; now go back to bed, ok?"

"'Kay." She followed Seth up the stairs, wondering if her bed would still be warm. Closing the door behind Seth, she ran back to the bed, and cuddled up to Sandy.

"Mmmm," Sandy said. Without turning around he asked, "What was all that about?"

"Seth was hungry because Ryan stole his food."

"Ryan what?"

"Stole his food. Yeah, I don't believe him, but whatever. Let's just go back to sleep…"

"DADDY!!!" Ryan yelled as he catapulted into the room. He leaped onto the bed, landing on Sandy, Seth trailing sleepily behind.

Ryan bounced up and down on the edge of the bed while Seth crawled into it, and nuzzled in-between Kirsten and Sandy.

"Ryan…" groaned Sandy, rubbing the spot where Ryan had dug his knee into. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah!" answered Ryan excitedly, "Power Rangers is going to be on in 10 minutes and you promised you'd watch it with me!"

"Mommy, help me, he won't stop moving." Seth said, drawing the covers closer to himself, hoping they would protect him from the beds violent shaking.

"Right…Power Rangers…" Sandy said, trying to remember. Well, he did say he would…

"Common daddy! Were gonna miss it!!"

"Yeah, go on daddy, your going to miss it!" Kirsten said teasingly, grabbing Seth, and borrowing deeper into the covers.

Looking regretfully at his other son and his wife, nice and warm in the bed, he threw on a sweater and went down with Ryan to the family room. The half hour that Power Rangers was on passed slowly, while Ryan tried to explain what the different people did.

He would say something like, "And Rondo's the one in the red, and he works as an architect. He's my favorite, and the Apondo's that one that in the yellow, and he likes a girl called Mary, but Mary's the captain of the Vinegar…" and Sandy would be sitting there, lost for all the world, wondering which one Rondo was. When it was over, the two of them went to the kitchen and started making bacon and eggs. Ryan set the table and got out the eggs and bacon while Sandy did all the real cooking. Kirsten and Seth soon came down, lured by the delicious smells. Kirsten, promising she would watch the bacon, told Ryan and Sandy to go upstairs and change.

When they came back, they saw smoke rising up from the pan. Worried, Sandy rushed over, and Kirsten turned around looking alarmed at the burning bacon.

"I thought you said you were going to watch it." Said Sandy, flipping the bacon on the other side before any more damage could be done. Ryan went off to find Seth, so they could start eating as soon as the food was done.

"I was watching it," Kirsten protested. "But then I saw this morning's crossword, and I knew the first 5, and I kinda..."

"Forgot about it?" Sandy sighed. Kirsten had never been one interested in any form of food. "No harm done, the boys love burnt stuff." Sandy said, sticking his tongue out childishly at Kirsten.

"Mommy, daddy stuck his tongue out!" Ryan tattled, walking behind Seth, who was holding a plastic bird.

"That's because daddy's being a bad boy," Kirsten said sternly, while Sandy hung his head in false modesty. Ryan and Seth giggled, taking their places at the table. When they were finished eating, Ryan and Seth were shooed into the playroom in the basement. Both Sandy and Kirsten went upstairs; Sandy making phone calls, and Kirsten cleaning about.

"Sandy, don't you think its time to check on the boys?"

"Kirsten, they have a Playstation down there. What trouble do you think they can get in?"

"You have a point, but…" Kirsten trailed off, her mouth hanging as she looking behind Sandy. Two grey children were standing behind him, smiling hopefully. Something in her brain clicked.

"Sandy…" Kirsten said slowly, "what did you do with those spare bags of cement we had down there?"

"Oh, those old things. I was planning to get rid of them next week or something."

"Um… Sandy, look behind you." Sandy turned to find Seth and Ryan, both covered from head to toe with grey, smoky cement. "Oh no…"

Glancing at Kirsten, he picked up Ryan and carried him to the bathroom, while Kirsten did the same with Seth. Plopping both of them into the bath tub, Sandy turned on the shower head and sprayed. The cement turned from light, powdery grey to dark, sticky grey. Kirsten grabbed the brush, and scrubbed furiously.

"Ouch! Mommy, that hurt," complained Ryan, as Kirsten tried to scrub off an incredibly stubborn patch of cement.

"Don't you start complaining!" Kirsten said threateningly, "You're lucky you're not in trouble anyways!"

"They aren't," whispered Sandy into Kirsten's slightly wet ear.

"No," Kirsten whispered back. "Because it's your fault in the first place that the bags were still there!"

"Opps," was all Sandy could say back.

Sandy grinned as he continued spraying the boys with water. When they were all nice and soaking clean, he left Kirsten to give them a lecture about playing with things that shouldn't be played with while he went to fetch some cloths.

Please R&R and tell me what you think! Oh, and just a question of interest, what does AU mean?