Lyon
Chapter 169

By the next morning I’d all but forgotten about him because of all the shit I had going on in my house. Mengele woke me up at the a*s crack of dawn with her shit.

Kat was miserable because one of our kids was currently living on her kidney or some shit and my boys were trying to tear my house off the foundation. Regular Monday morning fare in the Lyon household.

“Anybody miss the bus they’re walking.” Dead silence for a split second and then a stampede. The only one who was doing what they were supposed to was Caitiebear.

She was already dressed and ready, but her reasons for that shit was annoying. She was on the phone at six o damn clock in the morning.

“Morning daddy.” She smiled at the look on my face and came forward to k**s my cheek. She’s her mother’s kid, knows how to play me.

Cody started his crying shit and I went to see to him because Kat’s pregnant a*s wasn’t moving before eight or nine. “Daddy.”

“I already told you I’ll take care of it Catalina.”

I woke up to her standing at my side of the bed staring at my a*s; scared the shit outta me. “When are we getting the dog daddy?” No good morning, just when am I getting the damn dog.

I think she went to sleep with that on her mind. “Mengele get out of my room.” She slinked her little a*s out the door mumbling some shit under her breath.

I looked over at Kat to make sure we hadn’t disturbed her and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up and go take care of her damn kids.

Now this one’s back with her shit. Her sister uses her mother’s techniques to get over on me, but this one has a whole different game plan. She can be adorably cute when she wants to be.

“Come here.” I took a sip of my coffee as I leaned back against the sink. Breakfast was on the table and I was just waiting for the horde to stampede my damn kitchen.

Cody was in his high chair eating dry cereal in between sips from his bottle and chortling. She came back in looking like her world was over. “Yes daddy?”

“I’m going to see about your dog today. That kind of dog is rare around these parts so I have to replace a breeder okay.” I’d spent the whole damn night looking for that shit.

“Thanks daddy.” She hugged my legs with her short a*s and took her seat at the table. That smile, that smile gets me every time. That’s my little girl. Crazy f**k that she is.

She had a running conversation with the baby until her brothers and sister came in to eat. Then the hell that is my life begun. The sweet little girl who was just trying to con a dog out of me turned into the hellion I know and love.

“Aiden you can’t wear that shirt to school, mom said.” What the f**k? This kid! There was an outline of a naked woman on his damn shirt.

“Aiden, did your mother tell you not to wear that shirt?”

“Nope, it was the other one.” He shoved a whole pancake in his mouth.

“Change it.” I don’t need to be getting calls from his a*****e school with their shit.

“But dad.” His fifteen-year old a*s piped down when I gave him the patented dad look.

He flung eggs at his little sister and stomped away from the table. “Get back here. You lost your mind?” Mengele was putting on quite the act, tearing up when she knows damn good and well scrambled eggs didn’t hurt her. Still!

“Apologize to your sister and the next time you do that shit it’s your a*s.”

“Ooh daddy”

“You pipe down.” Her tears dried up quick as shit. Nosy f**k!

“Aiden I’m still waiting.” He mumbled out an apology until I took a step in his direction. “Okay-okay, I’m sorry Catalina.” He didn’t look sorry but at least he said the words.

Misery poked her tongue out at him and looked around the table for some other shit to get into. I finished my coffee and rinsed my cup, timing the damn bus like my life depended on it.

“Get out, you’ve got five minutes before the bus gets here.” There was a mad dash up the stairs for last minute whatever and then a stampede down the stairs and out the door.

I watched through the window with my second cup of coffee and my drooling son on my h*p until the hellions climbed on the bus and out of my damn hair for the next eight hours.

The rest of the morning was spent keeping my boy occupied while his mother slept in and trying my best to teach him the English language while he threw shit out at me that only pissed him off when I couldn’t understand.

I haven’t had to lift weights in months because his mother feeds him some shit that has him solid as f**k and since she’s not allowed to carry him I have to and damn.

Just about the time my ears were starting to bleed from his babbling shit that only his mother and grandparents seem to understand, the beast waddled down the stairs and into the kitchen with her bitch face on.

“Morning Katarina.” She grunted and threw her miserable a*s down on a chair. I knew what that meant so I put little man on the floor to crawl around in between his two step gig and went to the fridge.

“What’ll it be? Eggs? Pancakes, waffles, toast?” She was over the morning sickness shit thank f**k, but we’d moved onto the next stage; pure unadulterated greed.

I don’t really mind, because all that eating makes her a*s nice and fat, more for me to hold onto. I looked down at my d**k that picked up on my brain signals and was getting ready to show his a*s.

She saw me do that shit and the smile that crossed her face I can only term as evil. “Don’t even think about it.” She looked at the baby and back at me. “Now feed me.”