Continuing On

David's Point Of View

I cannot believe I am 36 years old.

I could see the sunlight shining through my eye lids, and hear the rustling in the kitchen.

And then little toes digging into my ribs.

I grabbed the foot, and tickled the bottom of it.

Squeals exploded into the room.

"Daddy no!"

My second youngest, Caleb, wiggled always from me, before jumping up, putting his hands on his hips, and glowering at me.

"That was rude daddy! I was watching cars!"

"Oh no, not cars." He tried not to smile.

"How rude of me." I sat up and hooked him under the legs and yanked him forward.

He shrieked and rolled forward and grabbed my hands.

"No daddy!"  I laughed and stood up, "where is mommy?"

"Makin' pancakes daddy." He deadpanned, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Oh yeah, silly me, I should have known." I picked him up as he threw his head back, laughing.

I walked into the kitchen, where 3 of my other kids sat.

I have 6 kids. I don't know how to say no to my wife. Even after 14 years of marriage.

I put Caleb down just as his little legs ran as fast as he could to his big brother.

"Quinn! You should watch cars with me after breakfast!"

"I've got practice Buddy." Quinn picked up his brother, and Caleb pouted.

"What about after practice? Pretty please? With a cherry on top??"

Quinn chuckled and then nodded, "fine you got me, when I get home we will watch cars."

"Yay!"

I walked over to Natalie, and wrapped my arms around her.

"Good morning Angel."

"Good morning." She whispered.

She flipped the pancake and then turned in my arms.

I kissed her.

"Ew, that's gross."  Valentina shuttered.

I pulled away from Natalie and walked over to my daughter.

"It's gross that I love your mom?"

"No it's gross that you have to kiss all the time."

"You'll find a boy you want to kiss all the time one day." Natalie piped up.

"Preferably never." I hissed.

"Daddy, one day you'll have to let me talk to boys."

"Who says?"

"Me."

She crossed her arms and looked up at me with the same look Natalie gave me, when she wanted... 'just one more baby.'

And now we have 6.

"Never." I pulled her off the stool and hugged her.

She groaned and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Fine for now daddy." She huffed.

"Happy birthday dad." I turned around.

I was handed a perfectly wrapped gift, by my perfectionist daughter.