Amber Eyes
09-21-13, 11:01 PM
Tut-pat-pat-pat-pat.
A smile crept across her lips as she imagined the scene.
Pat-pat-pat-pat
Little legs running down the hallway, a beautiful little face covered in peanut butter and chocolate sauce. The mischievous grin of a little boy who thought he’d gotten away with it this time.
Tu-tu-tu-tut
The slap of his feet upon the cement slowed, the sound of his small feet now attempting to tip-toe across the room as silently as a clumsy little one can.
Nyeeeeeeeee
The door opened slowly, creating one long squeak and Kyla had to bite her lip hard to keep from snickering. She could feel the area around her teeth growing hot as Akiv dropped to his knees and crawled across the hardwood in an attempt to minimize the creaking of the floor. He had just reached the foot of her bed when the smell of chocolate reached her nostrils. The young mother crawled carefully to the end of the bed and peered over, watching the young boy slowly making his way past.
Hm-hm-hum.
The mystic cleared her throat loudly. The boy jerked quickly to his feet and turned to face her, the tell-tale signs of his midnight adventure covering his face.
“Oops, sorry.” The tone was anything but sorry. His features were stone cold, no sign of emotion but those eyes…those bright blue eyes gave it all away. She reached out an arm and pulled him in close, using her silk nightgown to cover his bare legs.
“What did you get into tonight?” Her tone was serious, but Akiv knew her better. There was laughter in her eyes.
The boy thought for a moment before replying, each word carefully thought out. “I didn’t want to do it, but my brain wanted to.”
Another bite on her lip held the giggle back. “And so you did? Did you think it was a good idea to sneak into the kitchens again? Grandpa Sei wasn’t too happy last time.”
“Well, I just didn’t think he’d catch me.” With that all seriousness was lost. The mother cradled the boy in her arms and laid him against the sheets.
“Well, my love. We will certainly hope he doesn’t.” The words were light, all was forgiven. She covered them both with the feather-filled cotton blanket and pulled him in close, breathing in the scent of chocolate and the dust from the play area outside. It was the scent of childhood and Kyla only hoped it would last forever.
A smile crept across her lips as she imagined the scene.
Pat-pat-pat-pat
Little legs running down the hallway, a beautiful little face covered in peanut butter and chocolate sauce. The mischievous grin of a little boy who thought he’d gotten away with it this time.
Tu-tu-tu-tut
The slap of his feet upon the cement slowed, the sound of his small feet now attempting to tip-toe across the room as silently as a clumsy little one can.
Nyeeeeeeeee
The door opened slowly, creating one long squeak and Kyla had to bite her lip hard to keep from snickering. She could feel the area around her teeth growing hot as Akiv dropped to his knees and crawled across the hardwood in an attempt to minimize the creaking of the floor. He had just reached the foot of her bed when the smell of chocolate reached her nostrils. The young mother crawled carefully to the end of the bed and peered over, watching the young boy slowly making his way past.
Hm-hm-hum.
The mystic cleared her throat loudly. The boy jerked quickly to his feet and turned to face her, the tell-tale signs of his midnight adventure covering his face.
“Oops, sorry.” The tone was anything but sorry. His features were stone cold, no sign of emotion but those eyes…those bright blue eyes gave it all away. She reached out an arm and pulled him in close, using her silk nightgown to cover his bare legs.
“What did you get into tonight?” Her tone was serious, but Akiv knew her better. There was laughter in her eyes.
The boy thought for a moment before replying, each word carefully thought out. “I didn’t want to do it, but my brain wanted to.”
Another bite on her lip held the giggle back. “And so you did? Did you think it was a good idea to sneak into the kitchens again? Grandpa Sei wasn’t too happy last time.”
“Well, I just didn’t think he’d catch me.” With that all seriousness was lost. The mother cradled the boy in her arms and laid him against the sheets.
“Well, my love. We will certainly hope he doesn’t.” The words were light, all was forgiven. She covered them both with the feather-filled cotton blanket and pulled him in close, breathing in the scent of chocolate and the dust from the play area outside. It was the scent of childhood and Kyla only hoped it would last forever.