Friday, January 17, 2014
Reetha smiled down and the two precious bundles of energy that were her nephews. Perfect in every way and with just the right amount of naughty two male pups needed. In her youth, she’d never imagined wanting to be responsible for another, especially a needy little being. Her time away in California had changed her though. Now, a little one would be most welcome.
“Loki, Thor – enough!” Her brother stepped up and placed a large hand on each boys head, turning their heads to face him more gently than she’d ever seen Mooney move. “No rumors about Ziva. She’s always been good to you, she doesn’t deserve people listening to the shite coming from her supposed friends’ mouth.”
Yeah, she got it, she was the supposed friend. “It’s only gossip and rumors if it isn’t true, Mooner.”
“Yeah, dad, this is true so we can hear it, right Auntie Reetha?”
“Loki, true or not it would hurt Ziva to know you and your brother were out here laughing at her pain.” Mooney knelt in the snow, addressing his sons. “How would either of you feel if your brother was telling embarrassing stories about you?”
It filled her heart with pride that her brother was such a good and gentle dad.
“Bad.” “Yeah, bad. Really bad.” “Really super bad.” “I’m badder.” “No, I’m the badderest.” “I am.”
Reetha smiled as they started rolling around in the snow first as boys then as wolves, each trying to come out on top. “You and Nick used to do that.”
“Yeah, he always won.”
“True. He always pinned me as well, but he would always pretend that I had a chance.” Reetha grinned both at the memory and over at Mooney. “You know, we were more evenly matched.”
“Come on, don’t you want to look good for your boys?” She taunted, knowing he was struggling with refusal. “Maybe you think you can’t win? I am pretty tough.”
“Not that tough.”
“Tough enough and your wife’s not here to lay down the law so what’s stopping you? Tell you what…if I win, you can hate me forever, but if you win, you have to forgive me.”
“Forgive you? You left and let us all wonder if you were dead.”
“I know…I’m sorry. Tell you what, if you win you agree to hear me out and consider forgiving me.”
To Reetha, Mooney looked torn between wanting to win and wanting to lose.
“Dad’s fighting a girl.”
“How come he can and we’re not supposed to?”
“Probably it’s okay ‘cuz she’s his sister.”
“Oooh we need mom to give us a sister.”
“Yeah, then we can whomp on her like dad’s whomping on Auntie Reetha!”
“Totally cool!” “Yeah totally!”
Have a wonderful weekend!