I can feel him kiss the back of my neck and I carefully slide out of his grasp, put my thumb on my nose and wiggle my fingers at him while I stick out my tongue.
“Looks like you’re already there,” he winks.
Sofia suddenly starts giggling, watching me make funny faces at her daddy, and my Daddy too, but in very, very, very different ways.
Silas takes my hand and we walk into the living room, seeing that Silas has already cut himself a piece of birthday cake that’s so big it’s literally hanging over the edge of his plate as he sits on the couch as the opening credits to The Jungle Book roll.
Silas’s mouth opens, and I quickly put my hand in front of it before he can say anything.
“He’s breaking every rule in the book,” I say. “It’s his birthday. The only book that matters today is The Jungle Book. We all need to get a little crazy sometimes, right? Getting crazy from time to time is the only way to stay sane.”
The ready to discipline parental look slowly washes from Silas face and he simply says, “You know what. You’re right. Rules were meant to be broken, sometimes. And by sometimes I mean pretty much never.”
“I agree, but in this case…”
Silas brings his hands to his eyes as if he doesn’t see the rules being broken so no harm, no foul.
But it doesn’t work that way. “Mom. Dad. Will you watch the movie with me? Sebastian too, and maybe we can wheel Sofia’s crib in the living room. It’s my birthday, please.”
“You know what?” Silas asks.
“What?”
“I think I’m going to eat a big ol‘ piece of cake on the couch too.”
“Oh really?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips and cocking my head back in complete shock.
“Yeah, because of all the rules the one that stands above them all is the one Sawyer understands best, and that’s what’s most important.”
I knit my brows, thinking which of the rules Silas is referring to.
“It’s not on any list, it’s here,” he says, placing his hand over my chest. “Family first. Always.”
“Come on, family. The movie’s about to start!” Sawyer says.
I melt into my husband's arms and he kisses the top of my head. “Go!” he says, and I take off for the kitchen, quickly cutting pieces of cake and putting them on plates while he goes and gets Sofia and wheels her crib into the living room.
We arrive at the same time, diving onto the couch as I hand over pieces of cake to my boy and my man, my Daddy, my everything.
“How did you balance all three pieces?” Silas asks.
“I just followed the rule. Family first, and I made sure my men were taken care of.”
“Family first,” Silas says, his big arms pulling us all in for a hug, before he stands up and moves over to Sofia’s crib, bringing her with him to the couch and sitting her on his lap before hugging us all this time. “Family first, because that’s the unwritten rule of the world, and one I’ll always follow it to a T.”
“I love you, Daddy,” I say, the boys too wrapped up in the movie to notice how I address my man.
“I love you too, princess.”
THE END
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Yes, Daddy Series
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