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'Hakuna matata ya

Oh oh oh oh...'

I watched in amusement as Aiden and Aryan dances with their mama happily to the song playing at moment from their dance playlist. At a young age our kids already have a diverse taste.

They're literally singing and dancing to a song in a language that they do not speak. It also made me proud in a sense. They are learning and exploring on their own, as well as accepting other cultures as if it is a part of their own.

"Daddy, come dance wit' us!", called an excited Aryan.

I was not the best dancer. I was mediocre at best nor did I really care to dance much. However, if that was what my daughter wanted of me then so be it. I was going to fuck up a sprinkler in this bitch.

"You suck, poppa", commented Aiden watching as I made a fool of myself.

Omi sniggered caressing her bump as she watched. Placing my hands on my hips I narrowed my eyes at my sniggering wife.

"I don't see you doing anything. I was fucking shit up, thank you very much, little boy", I chided.

He scoffed placing his hands on his little hips as well.

"That was a disgrace, poppa!", challenged Aiden.

I gasped appalled.

"Take it back!", I demanded.

"No!", he protested.

"You want ice cream, baby?"

'Ah, yes, mommy! Yes, please!'

"Let's go then."

"I challenge you to a dance off then little boy and don't go runnin' to your mama like a little bi-bird when I spank that a-butt", I challenged, catching myself before I cursed at times.

"Don't go cryin' to grandma when I beat you old man", Aiden retorted sassily.

I rolled my eyes.

"Let's go then", I growled.

I was tired as hell. Tired, but not done just yet. I would not lose to a child, especially not my child. I was going to break his li-

"Ow!"

I fell onto the floor like a log. Letting out a groan I rolled onto my stomach.

I was about to pull some You Got Served shit. I had gone in for a handstand when I was kicked by a small foot in the elbow sending me tumbling sideways onto the floor.

"Stop messing with my baby. Aiden, we brought you some ice cream", Omi said being her hot and cold self.

Letting out another groan I rolled over again sitting upright with my arms supporting my upper body.

"What the hell was that for?", I hissed in annoyance.

"You were thinking evil thoughts, which means you were thinking Nathaniel thoughts", my baby muttered while handing Aiden his ice cream.

I huffed.

"How would you know?", I challenged.

She gave me a flat look.

"Oh, I know", she said matter of factly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever", I muttered folding my arms across my chest.

I eyed my family as they seemed to be happily eating their ice cream. My eyebrows furrowed as a thought occurred to me.

"Where's my ice cream?", I asked.

The three shrugged their shoulders nonchalantly as they continuously ate their creamy dessert.

"Seriously?", I questioned incredulously.

"You can go buy you some from the store if you want", Omi muttered.

I glowered at her. To which her response was a soft small as she licked her ice cream cone.

"Sure", I deadpanned before slapping all of their ice cream out of their hands.

The three gasped. Aryan looked like she had been on the brink of fainting as she stared at her fallen ice cream that was in the ruins on the hardwood floor slowly blending together with that of her mama's and brother. I had almost felt bad at the crestfallen look upon my son's face, just almost.

Then I remembered the shit he had talked during little our dance battle. I remembered how my wife had nearly broken my damn neck a moment ago. So no, I did not feel bad.

"Na-motherfucking-thaniel!", bellowed a pissed Naomi.

"Ooh, you in trouble, daddy!", giggled Aryan gleefully while clapping her hands.

"Finish him mommy and avenge our ice cream!", cheered Aiden.

The damn spawns of Satan I tell you.

Long story short, I got my ass beat.

"What movie do you guys want to watch?", called my baby from the kitchen.

We are all preparing for a family movie trip. We were all currently gathering our drinks and snacks to sneak them into the movies. We were not paying no got damn five dollars for a box of two dollar candy. Inflation has my entire family fucked up with that bullshit.

"Horror!", cheered Aryan.

"Drama !", cheered Aiden.

"How about a Rom-Com?", suggested my baby while entering the living room with her arms full of snacks.

She had some snacks in little baggies sitting top of her bump while waddling into the room trying not to drop any of them. It was cute.

"Who picked last time?", I asked.

"Mommy", responded Aiden standing still while Aryan was stuffing snacks in the pockets of his cargo shorts.

"Then it's Aryan's turn tonight", I announced taking some snacks from my baby sitting them on the coffee table.

She murmured a 'thanks' before practically melting into the large sectional we had in the living room. Aiden was grumbling about his sister's possible choice while Aryan was bouncing around him hiding snacks on his person.

We were definitely watching a horror movie tonight. They for some reason were my daughter's favorite genre of movies. My son however, he was like his mother in that way. He hates horror movies.

I am cool with them as long as don't nobody or thing touches me in the dark. I will tear that theatre the fuck up in a heartbeat. Ain't no slasher about to slash my fine ass throat without a fight.

"Nobody but you're mama better be in bed with me tonight and neither one of you booty pickers is stealing my wife from me neither because you got scared. Everyone will be in their own beds tonight, Aryan", I said as the lights began to dim for the previews, putting emphasis on the culprit of the act.

Aryan grinned but did not say a word in protest. She knew that I knew that she would definitely try her shenanigans tonight. I was not kidding. As much as she loves horror movies, she gets paranoid. She gets so paranoid that she winds up in the bed between my baby and I, or my baby winds up in her bed with her sleeping in a weird position due to adapting to our wild sleeping daughter's positions on her cramped bed.

Since her pregnancy, I have taken over the role of comforter in her stead. I did not need Aryan to accidentally kick or hit Omi in the stomach while sleeping. Not only is that putting Naomi and the baby at risk, but that would emotionally damage my daughter. I don't want neither of them in those positions.

I let out a sigh knowing that I would definitely be in bed with Aryan tonight. Aiden was snacking quietly while snuggling into his mama's side who was happily snacking herself as she watched the previews.

The next two hours and fifteen minutes were filled with gasps of horror, screams, and shouts in fear.

People are so damn annoying.

Aryan skipped alongside Aiden giggling uncontrollably as she retold her favorite parts of the movie for the second time. My hand rested on the small of Omi's back rubbing gently as we walked out of the movies towards the car. She was quietly munching on some baby carrots with ranch dressing not giving a damn about who saw as we passed the movie attendants.

"-What was your favorite part, mama?"

Omi's body shook beneath my palm as she let out a snicker.

"My favorite part was every pet that made your daddy scream, baby", she retorted with a snicker.

I rolled my eyes.

"That movie wasn't even scary. I was just trying to make sure that none of y'all were scared", I said.

"Why are you getting defensive, Nathan?", she asked.

"I'm not, and it's 'baby' to you, ma'am", I retorted.

She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, Nathaniel", she states.

I heard what sounded like two dramatic sighs in harmony.

"Baby", I stated.

"I am not doing this with you, again, Nathaniel", Omi wistfully said.

"Then stop mispronouncing my name", I retorted sassily.

"Dude, baby is not your name", she said dismissively.

"And neither is dude. You married 'Nathaniel 'Naomi's baby' Vitro. I even got proof, here", I argued taking out my wallet pulling out my school ID showing it to her.

She stopped walking taking the ID from my hand into her hand. I watched with a satisfied smirk as her eyes scanned the ID before widening slightly. She shook her head before handing me back my ID with a small smile on her face.

"What am I going to do with you, Neil?", she muttered.

I smiled innocently while widening my eyes.

"Wove me", I said in a baby voice while hugging myself.