Raising Teens

Chapter 3

The next month and a half took forever to fly by.

All of us are waiting on the porch for Noah to get home.

It's October second, and he should be home any minute now.

I'm so excited.

I'm sitting, waiting.

My phone chimes.

Noah: I haven't even left the city yet.

My heart falters.

"He hasn't even left the city." I frown.

Rose groans.

"Let's go inside."

She gets up, walking inside.

We all follow her, disappointed.

It's already five thirty, so I start making dinner.

I make this thing called Mess.

It's meat and elbow noodles with pieces of salami and a jar of tomato sauce.

I'm mixing it, and the kids are sitting at the bar, disappointed we have to wait another few hours.

I'm stiring the sauce in.

"Ah!" somebody grabs my sides.

I gasp, whipping around, ready to beat one of the kids' asses with my wooden spaghetti spoon.

Noah stands there, grinning from ear to ear.

"You're an ass!" I say, smiling. I put my spoon down, stepping forward to hug him. He reaches down, lifting my straight off the ground I put my arms around his neck, his hands on my ass. He kisses me. I kiss him back. He tastes like candy.

We have no problem showing affection in front of our children. We want them to be disgusted and scarred for life.

They start groaning.

"Ew! Get a room!" Rowan says loudly. Noah laughs pulling away. He sets me down, kissing me again.

"You burnt the food." He says, poking me in the ribs.

"I did not." I say, turning to look in the pot as he goes around the bar to hug the kids.

He's right. I did.

"Dammit. Noah, it's your fault."

"It's not though." He says. "You're just a bad cook, that's all." He reaches over my shoulder, shutting the stove off. He grabs the pan, dumping it in the trash, and the fills it with soak and hot water, leaving it in the sink. "Let's order something."

"Ordering is so unhealthy, and-"

"Actually, let's just go out." He cuts me off.

"Okay, let me change."

Rose gets up, walking out of the room.

All the kids follow her.

Noah turns to me.
"I bought us at least a five minute make out session."

"No you didn't, because I need to change too."

He waggles his eyebrows.

"I'll come with you."

I roll my eyes, going upstairs.

He follows me to the bedroom, shutting the door and locking it.

"Noah, we don't really have time-"

He ignores me and starts kissing me.

I kiss him back. He backs me up to the bed.