 Elder Quad
"What are ya middle-naming me for?" Axel called back up to Emmylyne as he made his escape for the basement. He knew Emmy was merely joking with him...or was she? He did not want to upset his wife. "It's not like we're outside! Col was sweating down here! C'mon, he was going against Finn's kid! How could he not get sweaty when it comes to that?" he laughed as Finn turned the tables and was now on top of him.
Just as Finn was able to pin Axel down, another pair of strong arms pulled him off and was now keeping him glued to the floor. "Benji!" he shouted angrily, biting his tongue to keep from swearing. Even if he did swear, the kids probably wouldn't even understand his Irish slang. Then again, he couldn't help but grin up at Ben. "Alrigh', guess I've jus' gotta take ya both down!" he laughed as he swung his legs around and took Ben's legs out. He then felt his Gaelic football hit him in the head. "Oi! Who threw tha'?" he shouted. He then realized that the culprit was none other than his wife. He was able, with some struggles, to get up. He bounded over to her and placed his arms around her, kissing her gently on the cheek. "Didja see me? Aren't ya glad your man is so strong?" he whispered in her ear. He knew that comment would only make her laugh, but that's what he was here for.
"Food! C'mon Col!" Ashton said excitedly as he ran over to his mother. He threw his arms around her legs and smiled up at her and his father. "Hi mummy," he said sweetly as he received a granola bar from her. He was able to open it with much success then began munching on the treat as he scratched his belly. He hated shirts, almost as much as his father. Yet he loved Gaelic football, almost as much as his father. The two were alike in more ways one could count, which made Finn extremely happy.
Colton giggled and grabbed his father's hand, sticking his tongue out at his uncle Benji, then running over to his aunt Elissa. He got two granola bars and took one back to his dad and sat on his lap. He wasn't as successful with the wrapper so he gave it to Axel to open. "Pwease daddy?" he asked, holding it up. Axel merely chuckled and gave him a raspberry on his stomach, causing the little boy to shriek with laughter, then opened his treat. "Silly daddy," he giggled, taking a bite of his granola bar.
Axel chuckled and took a large bite of the granola bar his son handed him, still breathing heavily from his wrestling match. Finnegan was probably one of the strongest people Axel had ever met, which boded well for him whenever he was on his team for anything. Just last week he had gone to one of Finn's indoor Gaelic football scrimmages and saw his cousin break someone's nose just by kicking the ball! What a freak!
Standing up and letting Colton get up as well, Axel walked back upstairs to his wife. Still with no shirt on, he leaned against the table with a grin on his face and just stared at her. He knew there was no way she'd be able to stay mad at him for something as silly as not having a shirt on. They were inside anyway, and goofing around at that. They were bound to get sweaty sometime.
Colton wandered over to his twin and sat beside her. "Hey Emb," he said sweetly, leaning his head on her shoulder. He loved his sister, that was obvious. "Wanna play wiv us?" he asked her, taking the last bite of his granola bar and scrunching up the wrapper in his hand. She didn't seem too happy about something, so he made it a priority to make her forget about whatever was irking her.
Finnegan gave Elissa another kiss on the cheek before grabbing Ashton and tickling him senseless. The little boy giggled uncontrollably then tried to tickle his father as well. Seeing as he had very small fingers, he was able to get to the small places on Finn and send him to the ground in a fit of laughter. "Like fatha' like son, eh Eli?" he laughed, kissing their son on his forehead.
Ash giggled and curled up in his father's arms after their short tickle fight, running a few small fingers through his pitch black hair. "Da, when's it gonna get warm out? I wanna play Gaa outside," he asked, furrowing his brow. The little boy could not wait until it was warm out. All he wanted to do was play with his father outside, which they had done since the boy could remember. |