Ruby turns in Gabe’s arms to look at Ava and says, “I sorry Ave, I wanted to look priddy for your burtday and sing you the happy car dance song. I do loves you lots like jelly tots Avie.”
There’s a big “awww” from everyone in the room. Just then Harry my grandson. Yep, Sonny and Jess have a son just six months younger than the twins, it makes for an interesting conversation at kindy, as they are all in the same class, in the same school; they moved back over here to live as soon as Jess realised she was pregnant so they could be close to their families. Harry runs into the room, closely followed by Reef, both of them dressed in pirates outfits and waiving rubber swords the pair of them jump on the bed. “Avie… Don’t you shout at Rubes, she’s just my baby sister, she don’t know what she’s doing. You shout at her, I will punch your lights out.”
“We will.” Agrees Harry.
I groan inwardly, I’m not a bad parent, I’m really not but my younger children are truly Wild or should that be Wilde?
Gabe pulls me to him, Ruby still in his arms, Reef now in mine. “Let’s throw these two in the tub and get them down for a nap, then we can get back to bed.”
A shudder runs through me as Gabe slides his fingers under my t-shirt. His t-shirt and boxers in fact, as they are what I threw on when I thought that someone was being murdered. This is our life, the life we found and built together from the rubble of both our fucked up pasts. It’s chaos and madness most of the time, full to the brim with love all of the time and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.