What's A Mate? COMPLETED

Chapter 47 Cookies Gone Wrong

6 years have passed.

:Jack:

I pull apart Isaiah and Jasmyn.

Jasmyn gives me a little growl, continuing to fight against my strength.

I laugh, lifting her onto my shoulders.

Isaiah pouts. "What? No fair!"

"You're only three, Isaiah. I'm older than you," Jasmyn giggles.

"Go get Mommy, and we'll have a fight," I encourage my son.

Ellana steps around the corner, her lips tugged downward. "I am changing Brenna. If you wouldn't mind keeping them busy for a little, that would be great."

"Oh, come on, Ellie. Loosen up. Have a little fun. Enjoy life. You're getting old."

"If my old mind remembers correctly, I'm younger than you."

"Oooh," Isaiah says, glancing between our staring.

She sighs. "No. Go make supper."

We all groan and sulk away.

"Mommy is no fun," Jasmyn grumbles.

"I know. I am a much better parent."

A knock sounds on the door, and I set my daughter down to answer it.

I take Isaiah's hand, leading him into the kitchen, and dropping him on the counter.

He crawls to the sink. "What are we making, Daddy?"

I smirk. "I dunno. Should we make cookies?"

He licks his lips. "Yes."

I frown. "There is one thing. We need to find a recipe."

He nods. "Of course, Daddy."

I snatch my phone and Google a recipe.

"Does this one look good?" I ask, showing him my phone.

"It looks like bunny poop," he frowns.

I pause, staring at him. "What?"

The kitchen door swings open, revealing Atticus and Elisa, with their son.

"Ace!" Isaiah squeals, jumping into my arms. I set him down, and he waddles over to his friend.

"Ew. I don't want your germs, Isaiah. Don't drool on me." He looks nervously at his dad.

Atticus chuckles, lifting my son up.

Isaiah gasps. "Uncle Atti!" He hugs him with his short arms.

I roll my eyes, smiling. "How have you been, Elisa?"

"Good. Ace is a handful, but aren't all children?"

I nod.

"How has your family of five been?"

Yes, that's right. Five. Ellana, Jasmyn, Isaiah, Brenna, and I. "It's a lot," I say, simply. "They are well behaved, though."

"Come, Atticus. I want to go see Ellana," Elisa urges.

He nods, setting my son down. "Ace, are you staying here?"

"Yes. I wanna stay with Uncle Jack."

"Alright. We're not far if you need us."

Ace rolls his eyes. "Geez, Dad. I'm not six, anymore. I can take care of myself."

Before we know it, they're gone, leaving us three guys to bake.