Wrapping Up(13)

He gave me a dirty look as I handed him the pink colored bottle. "What the hell is this?"

I shrugged my shoulders. " It's all I have. I'm sure your balls don't care what color the polish is."

"Bullshit. They are complaining already."

I scrunched up my nose. "If you itch that bad, you will take what you can get. Now, if you don't mind, I'm making my husband and I some coffee. I'll see you a little later, well, after you've polished up your balls."

"You're evil woman! I'm taking a picture to show you how I decorate them."

Thankfully, Ty walked out of the house before he could provide me with more visuals than I would ever want to imagine.



Colt came in and reached his arms around me. "Thank you for this morning, Darlin."

I twisted my body around and wrapped my arms around his neck. " You never have to thank me for that. I love being with you."

A loud noise at the kitchen door got our attention. Noah and Bella were racing for the door and had knocked over the entire turkey fryer full of grease. Colt ran out in bare feet to try to control the mess, while I checked on the kids. "Are you both okay?"

"Please don't be mad, Mom. Me and Bells were racin'. We didn't mean to knock it over."

Colt looked seriously pissed, but I turned my body away from him and faced the children. "You need to be more careful, but I'm not mad at you. I didn't want to fry the turkeys anyway. Just don't tell Dad." I winked at both of them and they smiled back at me. "Did you already have breakfast?"

They had already started walking in the house. "Yeah, Lucy made us pancakes. Grandma said that her and Grandpop will take us out for a ride in the woods after breakfast."

I grabbed my hyper son by the back of his shirt. "Noah, I don't even think that Grandpop is awake and Grandma is feeding your sister."

I saw him turn to Bella. "Now what are we going to do?"

"Let's build a fort in your room." Bella was swinging her body as she talked. She was such a happy little girl.

The two of them ran up the stairs on a mission.

A little while later, I went upstairs to check on them because it was way too quiet for the two of them. When I walked into Noah's room, all I could see was blankets and sheets. His mattress was the only thing left on his bed. I thought that maybe they heard me coming and were hiding, but after pulling most of the blankets down from where they were positioned I realized they were not in the room.

As I started to head to the playroom, I heard a loud thump that sounded like it was coming from the roof. I bolted back into Noah's room and pushed open his window. Before I could call their names, I was attacked by something white, hitting me in the face. When I used my hands to clear my vision, I noticed that it was feathers and more were falling.

"Keep doing it, it's workin'." I heard my son announce.

"My pillow doesn't have any left." Bella's little voice sounded like it was right above the dormer.

I turned my body and looked up to see the two of them sitting on the roof like it was no big deal, while shaking the feathers out of their pillows. "Noah Mitchell, get your tail in this window this minute!" I held my arms out as two sad little kids came sliding down the roof to the window. "What were you thinking. You already have a cast; you could have broken your neck!"

Colt rushed into the room. "What's goin' on?"

"I just caught these two playing on the roof."

Colt started heading toward Noah and I knew he wanted to punish him good. Bella started crying and threw herself in between them. "Please don't beat us Uncle Colt. We were just trying to make it snow."

Colt looked back at me and held his hands up in the air. I knelt down in front of the kids. "If either of you would have fallen off that roof you would have been killed. This will never happen again! Do you both understand me?"

They put their little heads down and nodded them.

"Get your tails downstairs. Your butts are not to go anywhere unless you ask me first, got it?" Colt meant business and Noah knew it.

He and Bella started following Colt down the stairs as I followed behind them. "Sorry Mom."

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Please don't ever do something like that again. I don't know what I would do if something happened to the two of you. Now unless you want to not see each other very often, you need to start making better decisions when you are together. You are both old enough to have known not to go out that window."

"Told you Noah!" Bella pushed him.

She didn't have to say that for me to know it was all his idea. He had gotten the idea from some Disney channel show he watched last week. When we watched it, I'd even considered reminding him that it was a horrible idea, but I'd made the mistake thinking my son knew better, obviously he was a Mitchell and they made their own rules up as they went.