Page 10 of Reaping Havoc
“They don’t know what it means,” I assured her.
And the boys were focused on popping filled balloons. Shit.
I’d have to change their clothes.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing as she realized I made this mess, and I was stuck cleaning it up. “Love you, Ian.”
“With all my heart, my kitten.”
Nylah left me to handle the boys, the water balloons, and the chores I created. I didn’t mind. She could leave me with everything in the house, and I’d do it all alone without bitching. Why? Because I fucking adored her and she was giving me another baby. As far as I was concerned, my beautiful woman gave me more than I could ever hope to offer her in return. She deserved the fucking world and to be pampered the rest of her life.
“Daddy?”
I glanced at Gavin. “Yeah, buddy?”
“I had an accident.”
Yeah, I could smell the urine. “Get too excited?”
“I held it too long.”
Yep. I used to do that as a kid, too. I wanted to play and would often push it, not relieving my bladder in time.
“Oops.”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when I noticed that Gage had also peed his pants. Well, shorts.
Both boys had filled their socks and now stood in pale yellow puddles inside the tub. At least it wasn’t on the floor. Win for me.
“Well, take those dirty clothes off. Bath time,” I announced.
Luckily, I had removed the last of the water balloons, which jiggled inside the plastic tub, out of reach. I helped the boys bathe and wrapped them in towels, hoisting the two of them up and carrying them into their room.
Not two minutes later, as I was sorting through the drawers to find clean clothes, I heard Gavin giggle.
Uh-oh.
I turned around, nearly guffawing, when I saw the two boys pulling and playing with their little penises.
“Boys,” I began, trying not to raise my voice in case Nylah could hear. “Stop tugging.”
“Why?” Gage asked.
“Because it’s not polite to pull on your pecker when other people are around.” Shit. Did I describe that right? Nylah would kill me if I used the wrong words.
I couldn’t remember if she wanted me to call their private parts a penis or not. Why was this so complicated?
Both boys obeyed me, which made me smile.
See? I was a great father.
Chapter 4 Rael
Ipeeked through the blinds, watching as my brother finished his coffee. He stood beside the top of the stairs, staring out into the neighborhood. Judging by his expression, he had a lot on his mind. I could relate to that, but it didn’t change our balloon war. I grew bored as I tapped my boot on the floor, hoping he would ride off soon. He had to leave the porch within the next few minutes because Grim ordered church at noon.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?” I asked, still watching Chrome.
