Lost in the Fight

46.

"Ty?" Gage rubbed his eyes.

I jumped down from the pull up bar.

"Good morning." I started dusting the chalk off my hands.

"Sissy peed her bed." He pointed at Paisley.

I pursed my lips and nodded. "Well, that's OK. Accidents happen, right?"

"Do you pee your bed?" He crossed his arms.

"What!" I raised my eyebrows. "No, I do not pee my bed."

"I sorry." Paisley looked down at her feet.

"No need to be Tater Tot. It's OK. We just clean it up and get ready for the day. Soy bean says you two like to pick your own clothes on the weekends when you stay home. Why don't you two go pick out your clothes and I'll get some stuff to clean it."

"OK." Gage nodded. "Come on Sissy." He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the gym.

I pulled my phone out of my shorts and called Sawyer.

S; What's wrong.

T; Nothing is wrong, everything is fine. Just, how do I clean Paisley's bed. She had an accident.

S; Shit. Uh, she has a plastic sheet under her normal sheet so her bed bed should be fine. There's more plastic and regular sheets in the hall closet.

T; Thank you. That's all I needed. I love you.

S; I love you too barbie. Seriously, if something happens just call-

T; We're fine Gum Drop. Eat every 2 hours, keep hands to ourselves, no swearing, stay away from the woodpile.

S; And if Paris-

T; Call Matts mom. Babe I know. I've got this. Go tour.

I hung up and took a deep breath.

I've got this.

I walked up the stairs and grabbed new sheets out of the closet, and grabbed the basket literally labeled 'Paisley's messy sheets.' And carried them into her little pink room, to her dressed up as a pig.

"I oinkers today." She nodded.

I did say they could pick out their own clothes.

"You know what, I love it." I nodded and started stripping her bed.

"I sorry Ty." She sighed.

"It's OK. No big deal." I put the new sheets on.

"Ty." Gage walked into her room.

"Yeah dude?" I picked Paisley up and set her on my hip.

"I'm hungry." He nodded. "Can we have breakfast now?"

"Can I get a please first?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I'll do it myself." He rolled his eyes and walked out.

I just looked at Paisley. "Is he alright?"

She shook her head. "Can I hab eggies?"

I sighed. "Yeah. Come on." I carried her downstairs.

"Your sister wants eggs." I walked into the kitchen to Gage standing on the counter. "Do you want some too?"

"Nope." He grabbed a box of cereal.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" I set Paisley in her highchair.

"Nope." He walked down the counter and grabbed a bowl.