His arms were firmly wrapped around her waist, with hers having coiled around his neck and clenched behind. They danced slowly and romantically around the room, dressed in their sleeping gowns. The woman had on a nightdress, too transparent to show what lay underneath, and the man was in a black robe as usual. They danced for a long time, welcoming in a new day in the summer and the sun was just too friendly. They stared at each other in their eyes, dancing around while enjoying their youthful parenthood. She kissed him one time and he kissed her the next, and they did that for a long time before they decided that enough was enough and that the love needed a further step this early morning. She got on their matrimonial bed dragging him along slowly and he got himself on top of her in a seductive way. He brushed his lips on hers ever so slightly, kissing her here and there on her face moreover as time went on. She got out of the silk dress welcoming him to do whatever he wanted to do with that inviting body of hers. He kissed the valley between her heavy breasts as she wrapped her hands all over him. They were so into the moment that they couldn't notice the door being opened.
"Mom, we're hungry!" A squinty voice interrupted them.
The two turned to the door immediately to find their son, his hands on his stomach, looking at them. They took a second to react. He dismounted her, and she put on her dress yet again and covered her undergarments. They smiled at the young lad before them. "Oh, Dylan. I'll be right down in a jiffy." The woman answered smiling at the boy. "Round up your brothers to the dining room… I'll be there." The boy nodded, rubbing his sore eyes that were filled with hunger and sleep before he turned away and exited the room. The man laughed out so heartily to the sudden budge and the woman joined and laughed along. She got down from the bed and headed for her wardrobe to put on something decent.
"Don't go… stay with me… for a few minutes Layla." The man cried out, sitting on the bed. The woman laughed at him, enjoying the humiliation he had just undergone. She turned around to face him letting the dress fall to the floor as she put on another sleeping gown; a less transparent this time around.
"They're hungry. I have to feed them…" She cried out playfully as she got on top of the bed and kissed him lightly on his lips. He grabbed her instantly and flipped her over so that she lay on the bed, chest up, and stared at her, now below. He locked her in his grasp.
"Feed me too," he teased and kissed her once again, this time for a longer time. She pushed him away though as duty overpowered lust, and got on top of him and sat on his belly. She swayed her auburn hair back so that she could see the captive below her.
"Paul, they're hungry. Mommy needs to make breakfast for them." She smiled at her husband. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll have enough time for me later on." She gave him a peck and got out of the bed.
He kept quiet and looked at the woman before him. She was just as pretty as she was when he had married her, five years ago. She was full of life and energy despite the motherly role she had been undergoing as early as the age of twenty-one. The crib beside the bed shook and they both turned and looked at it.
"Look after that one," she told him and headed over to the crib. She smiled at the little infant in it, just three months of age. She was sleeping peacefully and looked beautiful in the process. "My little girl." She said and kissed the baby softly on her forehead and quickly darted outside of the room leaving her husband to tender to it.
Layla went on to the living room downstairs and found the three boys jumping around, her hands crossed in front of her. The living room was in a mess, probably created by the three. They didn't seem hungry except for the one who had come earlier to ask for her.
"Boys, boys... what do you want for breakfast today?" She asked, tearing them away from their jumping adventures.
"Bacon and eggs!" The hungry Dylan spoke up first.
"Umm… lasagna!" Another shouted.
"Pizza! Pizza!" The last one suggested.
Layla smiled at the kids' weird lists for their breakfast. She laughed when weirder suggestions came through. Being a mother was just an adventure on its own.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do." She said in a mommy's voice. "Since Dylan was the one who came for me today...we will do what he wants okay? Then tomorrow will be Ethan's and the day after that we will do what Karl has suggested. Okay?"
"Yes!" They all agreed at the same time as if they had known what to say prior. They all turned to each other and they chased and chased each other as dear mom walked away.
Layla and Paul were parents of four… technically three. Their firstborn, twins Dylan and Ethan had been there for ten good years and they had done an amazing job of raising them. They were the love of the small neighborhood in Colorado Springs in the state of Colorado, where springs sprouted and rivers flowed in every direction. Many wanted to be associated with the two lookalikes in each and every way. They were so identical that their parents confused them sometimes. Auburn hair and dark green eyes, body size of the same sort, and matching voices. They seemed a mystery on their own, truth be told. Their last born was a beautiful girl born just three months ago in the mid of spring. Karl Stine was the cousin to Dylan, Ethan, and the baby. And he was the only child to Layla's step sister. He was one year older than the twins and his head was filled with nothing but yellow golden hair. He had been living with the Purcells for three years now since his parents lost his custody due to issues relating to drugs, crime, and gang involvement. They were just never serious about raising their own son and this left him opened up to many negative life influences. Layla Hawthorn Purcell being the only and immediate kin of her step-sister, took it to her responsibility to raise the child as her own. And it had been working. Karl looked up to her as her own mother and loved her even more than he did his own real mother.
The boys had been going to the same elementary together. They rode on their bikes to and from the school that wasn't really far from their home. They were a strong bond of brotherhood on their own and they seemed to have had everything figured out among themselves. They were going to be together forever, as siblings, as brothers. Now in the summer break, they were all together as they had their own little adventures from one part of a ravine to the forested woods and silver shining rivers, clear as crystals.
Karl had made a strong bond with another friend, twice his own size and fat. He was older than him by a difference of three years and not handsome at all. He seemed like a bully from his own perks of looks. Scared face, crooked nose, chapped lips, shaggy blonde hair, and sometimes would appear to play with the three with torn clothes. One would say that he was heading for disaster in the future when he was a grown man. Karl and Dylan had an easy way with the strange lad and this started to leave an impact on young Ethan on the go. He would sit by the stony riverbanks as he watched the three play swordfights with nothing but twigs from broken tree branches and severed logs back from home. Ethan was the youngest twin and the youngest now in the pact and somehow the three left him on his own on different occasions as he played by himself, all day. Some days, they would play police catch the thief; where one lad would chase the rest, gathering them up on a tree until all had been captured before they took turns each playing the police role. Ethan was never involved.