"Wait," I pause and look at him.
"What?" I ask confused as to why he stopped me.

He looks at me with his thinking face then says, "So uncle Charles used to work there? Wouldn't that mean I would remember him?" I softly chuckle and gently rub his cheek.
"It's in the story if you let me finish..... ok, young man?" I tickle his sides and he giggles and tries to push my hands away.

"Ok, momma! P-please s-s-stop it!" He continues to giggle and push at my hands until I let go. I chuckle and stop tickling him. He quickly stands up and runs out of the room with me hot on his trail.

As he turns the corner into the kitchen I grab him and lift up squeezing him to death.
"Daddy! Help me! Momma's gonna kill me!" He laughs and struggles to get out of my death grip. Maverick turns around and freezes before doubling over laughing.

"Daddy!" Mason pouts and I let go of him. Maverick chuckles as he runs into his arms.
"You know that no one can escape mom's hold. Not even me."Mason hugs his leg and Maverick pats his head with a sigh.

"What were you doing in there?" Maverick asks while opening the white drawer that held the silverware.

"I was telling him our story. But he interrupted to ask about Charles." I scowl towards Mason and he squeals before running and hiding behind Alice.

"Mason don't pester your sister." He looks up at me then back at Alice before shrugging and playing with her hands. Alice squeals and giggles then starts to clap. I smile and walk towards them.

I take Alice out of her high chair and balance her in my hip before grabbing Mason's hand heading back into the living room. I stop and look behind me, "Honey, stop trying to open the pickle jar with a butter knife and come listen to the story." Maverick freezes and looks away from the scrapped up lid.

He furrows his eyes brows, "Sweetie, I lived through it. But if you're so persistent then maybe." I roll my eyes look down at Mason.

"Let's get the good seats before dad can take them." Mason nods his head excitedly then releases my hand and runs into the living room. I laugh and follow him, "You can never beat the great super dad speed!" Maverick runs past me chasing Mason.

I shake my head laugh and laugh more when I hear Mason squeal, "Momma, hurry!" I speed walk into the living room. I watch as the boys wrestle, "I hope you don't do that." I look down at my two-month-old daughter. She stares at me with wide eyes before grinning.

I smile and kiss her forehead before turning back to the boys, "Now I will continue my story without interruptions." I death glare at Mason.

He gives a nervous laugh, "I won't this time momma promise!" He shuffles around on the couch and finally sits almost all the way on Maverick.

Maverick grunts and groans dramatically before chuckling, "Continue the story." I shake my head and sigh with a smile on my face before taking my seat in the rocking chair with Alice in my arms.

"Ok, where was I? Oh! That's right, so...."

A/N: sorry I haven't updated in a LONG time. I honestly don't have confidence in my books and I made this up in the spur of the moment on an eighth-grade field trip. If I decide or have time to write new chapters. Thank you all for reading my story😊