~Four in the afternoon~
The busy mama moved about the kitchen, keeping track of the steaming pots and pans on the bunsen burners, mixing and adding touches to a pan here, and lowering the heat on a pot there.
Scooping some of the food onto an awaiting saucer, trying some, making sure that the food was just enough for herself and her nest, especially because her youngest couldn't handle seasoned foods or peppered tasting just yet, but she didn't want to leave them out when meal time came about, so she tried her best to accommodate.
After trying the food and getting it to her liking, her lovely nest egg greeted her, but not in its entirety, as from just a listen, she knew that two of her children weren't accounted for.
She smiled as she wiped her hands, feeling one of the youngest, who she was sure was inquiring about what she was doing or something of the sort as he was the most curious of her babies, tapping her leg, the most he could reach from his height,
"Yes. Yes, mommy can hear you, baby, go ahead."
Tapping continued
"Yes, baby,"
Tapping continued
"Yes, honey bear?"
She was wiping her hands on the plush hand towel on the countertop. She saw he was followed by his siblings, who were all standing there near him. Shutting off the stove and the overtop fan light. She finally turned around, crouching before her baby, grasping his hands, facing him,
"Yes, my love?"
Releasing his arms from her grasp, the six-year-old mother watched in real time as her child became shy before her very eyes. The young boy curled his hands up to his face, one near his face, the other covering his face, his mouth as he spoke over it, shying away from the attention on him.
However, just two minutes ago, this is what he wanted: his mother's attention. The young mother ensured she had shut off the stove and covered the tops of the pots. Before stooping down and carrying her child, with the other following, before turning around, picking up two at a time, and gauging her weight, balancing four children on both sides of her waist. Searching around, she searched for her last two children,
"Come along, my babies." she bellowed as she moved through the kitchen and toward the staircase.
"Mama, Ken, and Ben sleep too long, why?" He mumbled out the sentence, yelling the two names of his brothers, though.
Soft kisses to her son's forehead as her response, thanking him for cutting her search time in half.
She gave the child a glance and spoke to him softly, "Let's go see, shall we."
He nodded as he laid himself on his mother, relishing in the soft skin on her shoulder, embracing her comforting warmth as he did in her womb. She was heading stealthily upstairs toward her bedrooms and into the hallway where the child's room was, slowly leaning down and allowing her children on her hip to lie on their beds. As her son mentioned, she checked on the final two, who were still sleeping.
Glancing around, she checks on all her children before settling on the large plush bean bag bed in the middle of the room. Chuckling to herself, she noticed the 4:22 pm on the digital clock.
Digital Get Down.
"I guess it's an early bedtime tonight."
