You Don't Know A Thing About My Sins

“Hey little guy,”

“Hi daddy, I had another bad dream…”

This is starting to get ridiculous.

I mean, I know it’s not Mark’s fault but he’s been having bad dreams every night for the past two weeks.

“It was only a dream babe, go back to bed and get some sleep ok?” I told him

“But, but, but……..Dadddddyyyyy!” Mark whined.

“Maaaarrrrkkk!” I mimicked him.

“I want to stay up with yoooooou!” he whinged.

“Well you caaaaannnt!” I said, still copying him

“Mommy would lets me,” he muttered.

“No, mommy wouldn’t, now to bed!” I half ordered.

“Will you read to me?” he asked giving me Charlie’s trade mark puppy dog pout.

The things kids pick up……

“Ok, race you up there!” I said acting like I was getting up.

Mark squealed and ran out the room.

I sighed and slumped back down into the couch.

Wow Charlie really picked a great night to visit her sister.

Elena keeps waking up like every twenty minutes, the phone hasn’t stopped ringing with people wanting interviews and now Mark won’t sleep.

I still don’t see why Emma couldn’t have come here, she’s staying at their parent’s house. That’s like a block away...

“Daddy.” Mark said sternly.

I looked over to the door way and found him staring at me.

He had an unimpressed look on his face and his arms crossed while tapping his foot on the floor.

“Yes?” I asked innocently

“You tricked me!” he squealed.

“Awww sorry, I’m coming now,” I giggled following him up the stairs.

Two bat man comics three lullaby’s a bottle and a seriously nasty nappy change later I was sprawled on the couch.

Charlie came through the door saw me and smiled.

“Hey babe,” she whispered.

I grunted in reply too worn out to actually talk.

“Sorry Gee, I should have come back sooner,” she apologised sitting on the arm of the couch stroking my hair.

I half smiled at her and she giggled.

“Did they wear you out that much?” she questioned.

“You have no idea!” I answered sitting up and pulling her into my lap.

“Awww,” she cooed kissing me softly on the lips. “Hey guess what!”

“What?” I asked.

“Emma said that her friend designs and makes wedding outfits and she said she’d make ours for us! She’s supposed to be really good!” she said excitedly

Damn, I’d forget we had to start planning the wedding soon….