Back to School Shopping: Part II

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Back to School Shopping

Part II

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“You set us up!” Sebastian gasped in outrage as he was plucked out of the car and thrown over Trevor’s shoulder.

“I prefer to call it a preemptive strike,” Zoe said proudly, wearing that smug smile of hers that always turned him upside down.

God, he loved this woman, Trevor thought as he absently shifted his son over his shoulder. He ignored the grunt that Sebastian made with the move and shifted his attention to Jonathan, who was still sitting in the car with his arms folded over his chest and a hint of desperation in his eyes as he tried to think of a way out of this, but it was too late and they both knew it.

“Let’s go,” Jason said as he opened Jonathan’s door for him and gestured for him to get out of the car.

Jonathan hesitated for a second, but in the end he dropped his arms and reluctantly climbed out of the car. With a huge grin, Jason dropped his large hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, which had the boy wincing at the clear warning. Not that Trevor was really worried about his son making a run for it, not when he had the ringleader over his shoulder.

While all of his children were more than capable of terrorizing the world on their own, it usually took Sebastian to take it to the next level, which usually involved law enforcement of some kind, a visit before the judge and a great deal of community service to make amends for the terrifying things that they’d done. As long as they kept an eye on Sebastian, they really shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

With that in mind, he leaned down, ignoring Sebastian’s groan as the forced him to shift suddenly, and kissed Zoe. Closing his eyes, he savored the feel of his wife’s plump lips brushing against his.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours,” she whispered, smiling against his lips before she pulled back and lost that smile when she glanced between Sebastian and Jonathan. “Unless you need help,” she murmured, worrying her bottom lip nervously.

Wondering why she doubted his ability to handle their boys, he leaned back down and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “They’ll be fine,” he promised her, knowing that they could easily handle the boys for a few hours at a mall.

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