Post by Straw Buckett on Jul 13, 2015 21:10:21 GMT -5
Screaming, squealing, a few tears and excited shrilled laughter fill the Buckett-White house. Toys scattered the newly clean lounge room, an ignored episode of Ninaja Turtles played on repeat across the television and half drawn and coloured pieces of paper scattered the nicely decorated dinner table. A very flustered Straw was dressed in a nice blue shirt (which now had it’s sleeves rolled up out of stress), black jeans and his nice brown boots which now had a lovely red tomatoe sauce stain on the tip of the toes; a kitchi apron with a picture of a man’s torso holding BBQ tools. Hung from his neck. He was flustered, not only was he behind after burning the spaghetti sauce but the triplets were not dressed or ready for their mother who was due at any moment.
The house was full again and Straw couldn’t be happier to have his children home again. “Daddy? Daddy? ‘scuse me Daddy?” said one little Buckett who was tugging on his trouser pants in the kitchen, “What is it buddy?” Straw replied trying to give his child attention as well as avoid burning the dinner a second time. “Daddy’s kinda busy right now, have you had your bath yet with Queety?” he cooed trying to keep the stress out of his tone. “No…” replied a shy Spaiden who now began to suck on his fingers in shyness, “Can you come play a fun game with me?” he requested beginning to tug on Straw’s pant again,
“Sweetie Daddy’s busy at the moment, can you go find Queety for you bath please?”
“Ok…” he replied in a disappointed tone then turned and dragging his feet slowly out of the kitchen. Straw rolled his eyes and smirked at the over acting from Spaiden. He knew he’d get over it soon. Trying not to destroy the second batch of spaghetti sauce was Straw’s first priority next to bathing the children. Thankfully Queety wasn’t home to see what he’d done to the first attempt but Straw was determined to cook for his family and guests. He had a lot to tell them tonight.
Just as he set the sauce to shimmer the door bell range which resulted in a very naked, and dripping wet Scarlett screaming and running from the bathroom into the lounge room yelling, “Mummy, Mummy, Mummy?!”
“Scarlet Hyacinth Buckett,” yelled Straw from the kitchen, “Go put some clothes on right now young lady!” Oh how he loved fatherhood, how his mother seemed to keep better control over all of them better than Kat and he could combine would always be a mystery, he put it down to practise and pure skill.
The doorbell rang again and Straw quickly skipped over. “They’re here!”