Every time you make a move

Doing all right-part 1

"Was he not outside?" His assistant lifted the infant up.

"No, the little bugger is probably hiding somewhere around the house again." He replied as he stomped up the stairs.

Phoebe carried her in and set her down in her high chair as Monica tied a bib around her neck, "Mummy's giving you something new, today."

She squealed and thumped her fists up and down on her little table excitedly as her mother brought her over a small bowl.

"Can you please fill her cup with milk? This is spicy and I need something to neutralise it." Monica asked, and Phoebe nodded.

"Noooo!" Roshni stretched away as far away from her dinner as she could in her high chair.

Her mother sighed, thinking about how her little girl was just as stubborn as her dad...

Although Freddie wasn't a self-proclaimed vegetarian who only ever wanted to eat chicken.

"But do you know what this is? It's special chicken! You love chicken!" Monica lied, lifting a piece of beef up with her plastic fork.

"Chikkin?" The girl was all ears as she sat back up straight eagerly.

"Yes, it's called... it's called brown chicken! It's just as yummy as white chicken."

"Brown chicken? Not a bad trick." Phoebe nodded approvingly as he came over with her sippie cup as Roshni happily chewed.

"It worked on my little brother Lenny when he wouldn't eat his steak on Easter Sunday." She murmured with a wink.

The man giggled as Freddie walked in, "I just dodged the rain shower. I can't bloody find him anywhere!"

"Was he not outside?" She set up Johnny's bowl.

"No. That's where I thought he last was, and I don't know where the hell he could've gone if the front gates are locked!" He leaned down to look under the counter.

"Well, he is definitely not in here. He could be hiding in one of the rooms." Phoebe pulled his chair out.

"Don't get frustrated, I'll go looking for him... make sure Roshni's bowl is empty and that there is no pea left." Monica propped her oven mittens on the back of her chair.

"But what about my tea?" Freddie threw his hands up in the air.

"Your plate is warming up in the oven with mine. I want everyone eating together first."

The man scoffed, and reluctantly he went over to Roshni's high chair as Phoebe rushed out after her. He wasn't keen on spoon-feeding them, for the last time he did it Johnny had fashioned a face mask out of carrot and parsnip mash.

"Salt and chilli beef? Yummy... yes," Freddie murmured as he lifted her little plastic fork. "You ready for the airplane?" He began feeding her a small mouthfuls as she willingly opened her mouth.

Monica grabbed her rain coat hanging in the hallway, "Check the Japan room first, he probably followed wanted to look at his shikami mask again."

"We won't tell Fred that he was in there again if he is, will we?" Phoebe whispered.

"Nah, we can do with another night of the man going ballistic over the curiosity of an infant." She buttoned up her rain coat and headed for the front door.

She pushed the door open against the gust of wind and the buckets of rain, leaving it slam behind her as she rushed down the stone path.

"Johnny?!" Her squinting eyes scanned panoramically around the front of the garden.

She rushed over to the large ornamental garden pots in the left hand corner of the wall, as he was small enough to be either hiding or hidden by them, but no sign.

She shielded her face against the torrent and looked around some more, and she could vaguely hear a little voice.

"Johnny!? M-Mummy's coming!" She tried to follow it.

The closer she got the more she could hear the distress in his voice.

It lead her to the right hand corner of the garden where Freddie's big, pitted hole was; it was only recently dug by a workman he'd hired and he wanted to make it into a pond.

She peered in, and there was her son lying face up in the bottom of the muddy hole, crying hysterically, his leg slightly twisted.

"F-Freddie?! ...FREDDIE,PHOEBE! HELP! GET HELP!!" Monica panicked, her eyes turning blurry and she slipped down through the mud and reached down to her injured son.

She ripped her jacket off and pulled Johnny onto her lap, and he let out a wail of anguish as he began to thrash about uncontrollably in pain.

She tried to hold him down as she coddled him inside her jacket, "FREDDIE!! PHOEBE!! GET ME HELP!!!" 

To be continued...