Here we are chapter 8. I plan to reveal some things about Simon and Jeanette's kids in here, You'll love it if you into this stuff and you know actually paying attention to the words. . . I . . .speak. . . Understand mr. fuzzy bunnykinz? Sorry just testing you!

About every two hours or so Simon and Jeanette would wake up to crying.

"hush, now." Simon uttered, as he rocked Abhay and Jeanette rocked Abbie. Asher although proved to be a sound sleeper. He hadn't woken up yet, even at his sibling's cries. Which had occured. . . well this was the seventh time that night.

"Asher, I think he's special, he doesn't wake up, but I think he knows that there's only two of us, and so many arms."

"You think our week old son, is trying to be a non-squeaky wheel, so it's easier on us?" Jeanette asked.

"Well think about it. It's in their blood to wake up at the same time- their triplets! And he never cries, even when he falls over or hurts himself- he doesn't cry, we make the fuss."

"I think you may be right now that you say it, and It's had some time to process. Yesterday when he was in the play pin at the shop- I was going to feed them, and I saw him crawl into the pin, right after we saw that book was missing- then when I checked after lunch it was back?"

"Strange- and almost mystical at the same time. He must be some sort of genius."

"Yeah, I'm not saying that these trouble makers aren't smart- They are. I mean last Tuesday, did you see them? they were both looking at my books I've written and drawing pictures like what I wrote in the book."

"They are all geniuses- but I think for some reason Asher hides it- he doesn't want us to know that he's smart like his brother and sister."

"Middle child trait?" Jeanette asked. They both burst into laughter making Abhay and Abbie giggle, too.

"I don't think so. " Simon replied between giggles, "But we can never be sure, until he learns to communicate."

"kka-moon-i-kaat" Abhay repeated. Simon gasped and looked down at his son.

"What did he just say?" Jeanette asked amazed.

"Who cares- he said something!" Simon replied, as Abhay played with his tongue.

"waatz disz?" he asked. Jeanette smiled and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"That's your tongue, sweetie." Simon replied and ruffled his hair. It stuck up on all ends and looked almost clown-like. Abbie couldn't help but point and laugh from her mother's arms.

"he lookies sillys!" Simon and Jeanette stared at their two kids- then back to each other.

"geniuses I tell, ya."

3 weeks later. . .

Abhay and Abbie both were learning quickly. They spoke and named what they pointed at. Asher although was quiet as he learned. Jeanette might say

"comb your fur" to Simon while Asher was in his arms, and Asher would run his fingers through Simon's hair like a brush then part it, and point to it, shrugging.

Or Simon might kiss Jeanette's head, saying

"there's my girl." and Asher would point to Abbie and tug on his father's pants.

"That's my daughter, and your sister. She's a girl too." Simon would reply.

Basically the whole Seville household were learning quickly. All three of the kids were pretty much potty trained now, they didn't have to sleep in a cradel as long as they had a pillow on either side of them, and they were starting to understand certain concepts- and ask numerous questions when they didn't.

As he walked to the garden Simon coughed and rubbed his neck.

"ugh, cursed sensitive lungs and posy smoke. Farsome, farsome."(expression at my house- live with it.)

"Oh, honey." Jeanette said caressing his cheek. "It'll get better with age."

"Either it'll get better, or tons worse. But you always were the little optimist." he kissed her cheek and continued on his way.

Abbey tugged on her mother's skirt, "why's daddy ahways coff wike dat?"

Abhay nodded, "ya, he sayz he haz pozy awergy but we don't have poziez." Jeanette sighed and picked them up.

"Yes, Daddy has sensitive lungs, and bad allergies. Uhm, uh. . . why don't you ask him if you need to know more, but you know he's sensitive so be gentle."
Jeanette replied.

"Wokay!" Abhay and Abbie replied. They ran off. Jeanette sighed, and Asher looked up from the novella he had been reading.

"Asher, please go talk some sense into them." Jeanette asked. Asher smiled and marked his page hoping down from where he was sitting. he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and made an 'ok' sign with his fingers.

Later that night...

"They asked about you today." Jeanette said as she and Simon laid in bed.

"Really? They ask me about you all the time, too. Like if you were always so pretty, and if you were always the love of my life, and-"

"No, Simon. They asked about you." Simon gulped. He knew this day would come, but he never imagined so soon.

"Which ones? When? What did you say?" Jeanette sighed and replied,

"Abbie and Abhay, when you were coughing this morning. I told them you had sensitive lungs and allergies, and that they should ask you if they wanted to know more. Then I sent Asher to talk them out of asking you tons of questions."

"Asher, is a good boy. I wish he'd speak his mind. There's so many things I want to ask him."

"Like?"

"Am I a good father? Does he like our garden? Does he think more like you or me? Ect."

"You're a great father, he likes smelling the flowers- he does every morning, and he's not like you or me- he's a combo and a bit of just Asher."

"I like those answers."

"Let's just hope I better at guessing now than I was as a kid."

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