We All Grow Up Someday [8/9]
anonymous
July 1 2010, 01:23:18 UTC
“Orsen, get out from under there,” Emma said as she grabbed under the lobbying seats in the airport. She grabbed the cloth of a three-year-old’s shirt, causing the small boy to produce a large amount of screams. “Come one, let Mummy wash your hands and you can sit and watch a movie with your brother.”
Emma Marks placed the boy on her lap and dug through her carry on, pulling out some wipes and cleaning the small dirty blonde haired boy’s hands, despite his struggles. His look a-like, Leo, jumped down from his spot next to his father and stared up at his mother with large hazel eyes.
“Mummy, Mummy,” he said reaching for his mother, his hands clamping and unclamping in the air. Emma sighed, handing the oldest son to his father, and scooping up the younger of the two twins.
“Why can’t they have the same personality,” Emma sighed as Leo nestled himself comfortably on her chest. “He,” she tickled Orsen, “wears me out, and he,” to motioned to Leo, “shadows me everywhere.”
“Sorry, for being a crazy child when I was young,” Robert said laughing.
“You’ve meet my father, that’s where it bloody comes from.” Emma said sharply with a smile, “though I was clingy, but Mum was busy too.”
“I’m just happy your parents are giving us a lovely vacation in England, while they watch the boys.” Robert said bouncing Orsen in his lab, causing the boy to giggle.
“Papa Gran?” Leo asked looking up at his mother as she smiled and pet his hair.
“Yes, we’re going to go to Gran’s big house in England. A big field so you can run around and have fun.” Emma said, before the boy nestled himself again in her chest. “No doubt their spoil you two rotten though.” She giggled, hugging Leo tightly.
“Ice keam?” the boys suddenly chanted before their father answered the question. *** Cause I like twins, and Emma's older brothers (who died) where twins as well...kinda implying, kind of not.
Emma Marks placed the boy on her lap and dug through her carry on, pulling out some wipes and cleaning the small dirty blonde haired boy’s hands, despite his struggles. His look a-like, Leo, jumped down from his spot next to his father and stared up at his mother with large hazel eyes.
“Mummy, Mummy,” he said reaching for his mother, his hands clamping and unclamping in the air. Emma sighed, handing the oldest son to his father, and scooping up the younger of the two twins.
“Why can’t they have the same personality,” Emma sighed as Leo nestled himself comfortably on her chest. “He,” she tickled Orsen, “wears me out, and he,” to motioned to Leo, “shadows me everywhere.”
“Sorry, for being a crazy child when I was young,” Robert said laughing.
“You’ve meet my father, that’s where it bloody comes from.” Emma said sharply with a smile, “though I was clingy, but Mum was busy too.”
“I’m just happy your parents are giving us a lovely vacation in England, while they watch the boys.” Robert said bouncing Orsen in his lab, causing the boy to giggle.
“Papa Gran?” Leo asked looking up at his mother as she smiled and pet his hair.
“Yes, we’re going to go to Gran’s big house in England. A big field so you can run around and have fun.” Emma said, before the boy nestled himself again in her chest. “No doubt their spoil you two rotten though.” She giggled, hugging Leo tightly.
“Ice keam?” the boys suddenly chanted before their father answered the question.
***
Cause I like twins, and Emma's older brothers (who died) where twins as well...kinda implying, kind of not.
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