"Be careful!" She cried out, as the boy ran towards the swings, with a giant smile on his face. A soft sigh slipped her lips, as she picked up her book, after glancing over at him once more. His head was dressed in a mess of slightly curly, pitch-black hair, and he had big, round light green eyes, radiating curiousity and mischief no matter what. The boy was quite short of his age, though being only three years old, he was quite fast. So despite looking younger than he was, he was way faster than the elder kids he'd played with from to time. And he defiently had more energy than all of them together. She smiled slightly at him, before gazing back down into her book, chewing softly on her lower lip. By Ezra Fitz. She let out a shaky breath, as she turned the page.
"Mommy! Mommy!" The boy cried out, tugging on his mother's skirt, wanting her attention, as he jumped up and down infront of her. His mother suddenly looked up at him, a smile slowly forming on her lips.
"What's up? Was the swing no fun anymore?"
"When's daddy coming?" He cried out, as he stopped tugging on her skirt, though still jumping up and down. His mother let out a soft chuckle, as she put away her book again.
"He's on his way, honey. Why don't you go play for a little while more, and he'll be here before you know it."
"Can you push me, mommy?" The boy smiled, as he took her hand, as to pull her with him.
"Of course." She smiled, poking his nose as she got up, grabbing her bag.
"I wanna go up in the clouds!" He cried out, pulling her with him, towards the swings. "With the dragons." Yeah, he was a sucker for fiction, just like his father. She smiled slightly, and just followed him.
"Daddy!" He cried out, as the young male came walking towards them, getting on his feet within a second. He sprinted over to him, literally throwing himself into his father's arms, who let out a laugh, and catched him. She got up from the sandbox as well, grabbing her bag, as she removed a piece of hair from her face, flashing him a small smile.
"Sorry, got stuck in traffic." The boy's father said, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Aria?" He wrinkled his nose, looking down on her, with a concerned look.
"It's fine, I mean, I'm fine." Aria forced a smile to her lips, kissing him quickly.
"Aha, should we go then?" He smiled at her, before glancing back at the boy in his arms.
"Can we have ice cream?" The boy tugged on his lower lip, desperately hoping for a 'yes'.
"Yes, we can, Sir. Thomas." His father grinned wide at him, as they started to walk towards his car.
"Can I go play, please?" Tom gazed at his parents, then glancing over at the ball pool a few meters away, in the café's playroom.
"Have you finished your ice cream?" Aria raised an eyebrow at him, as he nodded violently. "Okay then, go play." He let out a squeal, as he shot up, running off. "I've been thinking..." She gazed at her boyfriend, taking a sip of her coffee.
"About what?" He flashed her a smile, finishing his own coffee.
"Why don't we go back to Rosewood?" Jason looked like he was about to choke.
"Why would we do that?" He let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, I'd like Tom to get to know his family, and I haven't seen any of the girls since last Christmas" Aria shrugged, acting like she hadn't spent days trying to figure out how to say this.
"You talk with them over skype."
"Please. Just for awhile. We don't have to move there." She practically begged, giving him a puppy eye look. He let out a groan, rolling his eyes.
"Fine." Jason sighed loudly. "A visit won't kill us."