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Growing Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Growing Love
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Chapter 20: A Lesson To Be Learned
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“No, no, don’t do that!” I ran over to stop Bliss, who was sitting at Chris’ drum set. She was pounding on it with the sticks. I didn’t want her to break anything or hurt herself. Who knew what a three-year-old girl could do to herself?

I carried her away from the drums, and set her aside. “You’re not allowed in the music room, okay? There are too many things you could break, and you could hurt yourself.”
“But I wanna play music!” she complained.
I sighed. “Well, maybe Daddy and I can get you a toy drum set to play with. You can’t use daddy’s without one of us watching you,” I told her.
She pouted.
I realized Colin was I the room too when I heard his laughter. I looked over to see that he was tugging a the strings of my favorite guitar. “Colin, no, no!” I rushed over to him and made him release his grip before my poor guitar got its strings ripped out.
Colin looked like he was about to cry. “I want to play,” he said.
I picked him up and kissed his cheek. “Dada will buy you your own. You can’t play with dada’s. It’s only for grown ups.”
“What’s going on in here?” Chris asked from the doorway.
I looked up to see him standing there with a smile on his face, and a big bag of groceries in his hands.
“I just caught our little baby cakes here getting into our instruments. Bliss wanted to play your drums, and Colin wanted to pull the strings from my favorite guitar,” I explained.
“Yikes,” he said. He disappeared for a moment, then came back into the room, grocery bag free. He picked up Bliss, and kissed her cheek. “You have fun playing with Daddy’s drums?”
She smiled. “It’s fun!”
“Yeah it is. You’re right.” He kissed her again. “But you really can’t play with Daddy’s drums. You might break them, and Daddy needs them. The sticks are too big for you anyway. Maybe Daddy can get you your own kit.”
She smiled. “My own?”
“Yep!” He kissed her cheek again, and then set her down.
“Yay!” She clapped her hands together.
He walked over to Colin, who was still in my arms, and took one of his hands. He gently shook it. “And as for you, baby boy, we’ll get you your own guitar, but you can’t pull on the strings, okay?”
Colin nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
I kissed his cheek. “That’s my good little boy.”
“And mine,” Chris said, kissing him as well.
“Where's mine?” I asked, after setting Colin down.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Where’s your what?”
“My kiss!” I said.
“Oh.” He grinned, took me in his arms, and gently pressed me back towards the wall. “Right here, beautiful.” He kissed me good, and I really couldn’t complain.
I licked my lips after he broke the kiss.
He smiled. “Good?”
I grinned. “Good, but it could be better.” I grabbed onto the back of his head and pushed him into another kiss.
He moaned, and gave into the kiss.
We heard kissing noises, and the twins started giggling. They were back to their old tricks.
We broke apart and grinned at the kids.
“You think you two are funny, don’t you?” I teased.
They giggled.
“We’re going to get you. You better run!” Chris said to them.
The twins squealed with delight, and ran out of the room.
Chris and I laughed, and chased them out.
I loved having kids!
B∞C

We caught up with the twins, and tackled them on the couch. They laughed hysterically when Blake and I tickled them.
“I know we discussed this before, but our kids really should run track when they get older. They are both so fast!” I said out of breath.
Blake, who was panting, and apparently also out of breath, nodded. “Definitely. They’ll be the star runners.”
“Well, we better get lunch made,” I said, standing up straight.
“What’s the rush?” Blake asked, standing up as well.
“Have you forgotten? Phil is coming over for lunch, and to see the twins.” I couldn’t believe he had forgotten. We had just been talking the night before about how this will be the first time Phil had seen the twins in a good four months. He had been so busy with his job and his own family. Now, however, he was in town for a show, and had a couple hours free to spend with us, so he was stopping by.
“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten so fast?” Blake slapped his own forehead. “Do you need help with anything?”
I smirked. “No thanks. I know how you are in the kitchen. Remember that time you and Sanjaya nearly burned the house down trying to make a pie?”
He rolled his eyes. “Please! That was years ago.”
“Even so.”
He pouted.
I sighed. “Oh, fine. You can make the salad. You can also make the brownies, but do exactly as it says on the box, and let me handle the setting the oven part.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he grumbled, getting the salad bowl out from the cupboard.
I made a face. “Gross. Don’t call me daddy. Some people may get off on that, but to me, that stuff is just gross.”
He laughed. “You’re right; it is. Who would want to pretend the person they are having sex with is their daddy?”
We looked at each other and made a face. “Nasty!” we said at the same time.
We laughed.
Blake grabbed the lettuce and the other salad supplies, and then went to work at making the salad while I went to work at making the spaghetti and homemade spaghetti meat sauce.
We were so busy with lunch preparation that we didn’t even think about keeping an eye on twins. Well, actually, I did at one point, but figured they would entertain themselves. The thing is, I was dumb enough not to think about how three-year-olds entertain themselves.

By the time Blake and I were down with lunch, and had everything set and waiting on the table for us, we finally thought about the twins.
“You know, the twins have been quite for a while,” Blake commented.
I nodded. “You’re right. Uh oh. The twins being quiet always means trouble.”
Before Blake or I could ponder it any further, the doorbell rang.
I walked over to the door and opened it, smiling when I saw Phil standing there with two wrapped packages.
“Hey, guys! Its good to see you again,” Phil said, grinning brightly.
I grinned. “Hey, Phil! Come on in.” I stepped back, allowing Phil to enter.
“These are for the twins,” he said, nodding towards the packages.
“Ah, that was sweet of you. Thank you.” I took the packages, and set them on the coffee table.
Blake hugged Phil. “It’s good to see ya, man.”
Phil gently pat Blake’s back. “You too, man.”
They broke from their hug, and I took my turn at hugging Phil.
“So!” Phil broke the hug and looked around. “Where are the baby cakes?”
Blake and I grinned. All our friends called the twins baby cakes now, and the nickname kind of stuck. Blake and I found ourselves calling the twins that too.
“Actually, we’re not sure. We were so busy making dinner that we didn’t think about the twins,” I said.
“Well, from what Sligh tells me, it’s not a very good idea leaving those two by themselves,” Phil stated.
“We know. It was dumb of us,” Blake agreed.
“Well, everything smells so good. I’m starved. I’ll help you find them so we can eat,” Phil said with a wink.
“Thanks. They can’t have gotten far. Our house isn’t that big,” I joked.
We searched the house, and much to Blake’s and my dismay, we found them in the music room again.
Bliss had my drumsticks in her hands, and was beating on everything she could find in the room. “Boom, boom, boom!” she said as she hit each thing.
Colin had pulled out the strings off Blake’s guitar, and was using them to whip the drums.
“My poor guitar” Blake cried. He ran over to his favorite guitar, checking it for other damages
“Is it broken?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, thank God. I’m definitely going to need new strings for it though.”
I ran over to Colin, and grabbed his hands, stopping him from whipping my poor drums. “Colin, baby, Dada and I told you not to do that!” I said.
He looked up at me, his big brown eyes filling with tears. “I sorry, Daddy.”
The sight of his tears was too much for me. He was only three. I knew I had to cut him a break. “It’s all right, baby. But no more playing with Daddy’s drums or Dada’s guitar! Dada and I told you not to come in here.”
“I won’t. I sorry,” Colin said. He handed me back the strings.
“It’s okay. I forgive you,” I said. I set the strings aside, and then kissed Colin’s cheek.
“No, no. We don’t pound on things with the drumsticks,” Blake scolded Bliss.
Bliss conked Blake on the head with one of the sticks, and then giggled.
Phil and I couldn’t help it. We both laughed hysterically.
“It’s not funny. That really hurt!” Blake grumbled, rubbing his head.
“How strong could a three-year-old be?” Phil asked.
“Technically, she is three and seven months. And, you’d be surprised,” Blake grumbled.
Bliss knocked Blake on the forehead this time, and giggled even harder.
“Bliss, knock it off!” Blake cried.
I smiled, trying my best to hold back my laughter as I headed over to her. I took the drumsticks away. “No, No, Bliss. We do not hit things, nor do we hit Dada. You tell him you’re sorry right now,” I ordered, trying my best to sound firm, yet gentle.
“I sorry, Dada,” Bliss said right away.
Blake gave his forehead one last rub, and sighed. “It’s all right, baby girl. Just don’t do it again. Daddy and I told you not to come into this room and touch the drums, but you did anyway.”
“Dada mad,” Bliss said, starting to cry.
Blake picked her up, obviously also hating to see our babies cry. “No, sweetie. Dada not mad. You just hurt Dada is all. Dada loves you! You’re Dada’s little princess, remember?”
Bliss sniffled. “Princess?”
He nodded and grinned. “Princess,” he confirmed. She smiled, and Blake kissed her. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch.”
“Do you two ever punish your kids?” Phil asked as we headed to the table.
“Not really. We figure they’re only three,” I said as Blake and I sat the twins on their booster seats.
Phil smirked. “I think they con you. They play their cute bit, knowing that you two can’t possibly punish them when they are acting so cute.”
“Well, they never do anything all that terrible,” Blake said.
“Just be pre-warned. Kendra and I made the same mistake with our first child. We never punished her until she started really acting up. We realized she did bad things because she knew she could get away with it. Once we enforced discipline on her, however, she was much better behaved,” Phil stated.
Blake and I looked at each other and smiled.
“We wont have that problem with our kids,” Blake said.
“Yeah. They never give us much trouble,” I agreed.
“All right then, as you wish. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Phil winked at us.
I bit my bottom lip. Why did that sound so forewarning?
B∞C

“Well, dinner was great! Thanks so much for that,” Phil said, rubbing his stomach.
“You haven’t had dessert yet. I made brownies,” I said, proudly.
“Uh oh. I think I’ll pass. I can’t afford to have food poisoning right now. I still have twenty dates left on my tour,” he said.
I made a face at him. “Ha, ha, very funny.”
He and Chris both laughed.
“Do you need any help clearing the table?” he asked next.
“No, thanks. You’re the guest. Chris and I got it,” I said, standing up and gathering some more dirty plates. Chris had already brought a bunch to the sink.
“Well, I can at least give the twins their presents now.” Phil stood up, and walked over to where Chris had set the gifts down. He came back over to the table, and handed the twins each a gift.
“Oo!” the twins said in unison as they shook their gifts.
Phil laughed. “You two really are twins!”
The twins unwrapped their gifts, and smiled when they unveiled their toys.
For Bliss, Phil had gotten a silver plastic princess want with fake pink jewels all over it.
“It’s electronic, and, according to the box, it makes ‘magical sounds’ once you put the batteries in and wave it,” Phil explained to us.
“Oo, she'll love that!” Chris said with a smile.
I nodded my agreement and smiled. “Yeah, she will.”
Colin smiled at his toy, which was a plastic microphone that made your voice echo.
“Look,” Phil said, taking the microphone from Colin and talking into it. “Hi, Colin!” His voice echoed.
Colin laughed, and clapped his hands together.
“Now you try,” Phil said, handing it back to Colin.
Colin took it, and spoke into it. “Boo!” Sure enough, Colin’s “boo” echoed several times.
Colin and Bliss both laughed.
“Me see!” Bliss said.
Colin surprisingly let her have the microphone.
Bliss spoke into it. “Daddy, Dada!”
Both twins giggled when her voice echoed.
“I think you’ve found a hit,” I said with a smile.
Phil grinned. “I’m glad.”
I took Bliss’ wand from her, and got it out of the box. Then, I put the batteries in it and switched it on. I handed it to her. “There you go, Princess, Bliss! Move it around.”
Bliss took the wand from me, and shook it. Instantly, it made a magical chime sound like something I always heard in her animated princess movies.
Bliss laughed, and waved it again. The wand said, “I’m a magical princess,” and Bliss laughed even more.
“Well, you did good on that gift too!” I said.
Phil grinned. “I figured she’d like that.”
Chris came over with the brownies then.
I put the twins’ toys aside, and we all had our dessert.
After dessert, Chris and I cleared the dishes while Phil played with the twins on the floor.
“Let see!” Colin said, trying to take Bliss’ wand from her.
Bliss pulled the wand our of his way. “No!”
“Me see!” Colin insisted, trying to grab it from her again.
“Bliss, let your brother see your wand. He let you see his toy,” Chris told her.
“My toy!” Bliss cried, taking her wand and running to the other side of the room with it.
Colin grabbed his microphone, and ran after her. “Me try!” he screamed into it, sounding angrier than I had ever heard him sound before. Or maybe it was just the echo that made him sound angrier… Either way, he was angry.
Bliss still wouldn’t share, however. “My toy!” she screamed.
Colin then took his microphone and bopped her over the head with it.
Bliss started to cry then, and Colin grabbed her wand.
“Colin! That wasn’t nice,” Phil gently scolded.
Chris and I both ran over to the twins.
“Colin Thomas Lewison, you apologize to your sister right now,” I ordered.
Colin crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. “She no share!”
“Bliss Isabella Lewison, you apologize to your brother for not sharing,” Chris said. “Then he’ll apologize to you.”
“Colin bad!” Bliss screamed, glaring at Colin, so mad that she was shaking.
Chris and I looked at each other and sighed.
“Not to tell you guys how to parent or anything, but now might be a good time to punish them. Just start off light. Give them a five minute time out. Make them sit on the couch with no toys or TV,” Phil suggested.
I sighed. “He’s right, Chris. We can’t keep letting them get away with stuff. They both have to learn you don’t hit someone.”
Chris nodded. “I guess you’re both right. I just feel so bad.”
“You’ll get over it,” Phil assured him. “Trust me.”
“All right, you two on the couch right now,” I ordered.
The twins wouldn’t budge, so I picked up Colin, and Chris picked up Bliss. We set them at opposite sides of the couch.
“Toy!” Bliss said, reaching out for her wand.
Colin had his microphone with him.
“No. No toy until after your time out. You were naughty, so you can’t have any toys for five minutes,” Chris told her, moving her wand out of her reach.
I took Colin’s microphone from him. “The same goes for you, baby boy.”
“My toy!” Colin cried. He started to sniffle.
“Daddy Dada don’t love me?” Bliss asked, her eyes filling with tears.
“Daddy Dada mad,” Colin said, his own eyes dripping with tears now.
Both twins started to cry.
“No, Daddy loves you guys very much!” Chris said, looking as if he were going to cry too.
“Dada loves you guys. You guys just did something naughty, so now you have to be punished,” I explained. I felt my own eyes welling up with tears. “Maybe we should just forget about punishing them until they are a little older.
Chris nodded. “Yeah.”
Phil shook his head. “No! You can’t let them con you. My daughters do the same thing when I’m about to punish them. They just don't wan to be punished. You have to stand firm in your punishment, or they will never learn.”
“It’s just so hard,” Chris said, looking at the twins, who were still sniffling.
“They’ll be okay. Trust me. It’s only for five minutes anyway,” Phil insisted.
I sighed as I saw the twins’ sad little faces. This was harder than I thought.
B∞C

“All right, the five minutes is up!” Phil said, looking at his watch.
Blake and I both smiled, and ran over to the kids.
“Now, you can get off the couch and play, but I want you two to apologize to each other first,” I ordered. “Say you’re sorry.”
“I sorry, Daddy!” Bliss and Colin said in unison.
“Sorry, Dada,” Bliss added.
“Sorry, Dada,” Colin echoed.
“That’s nice, but Daddy meant apologizing to each other. Bliss, tell Colin you’re sorry, and Colin, tell Bliss you're sorry,” Blake ordered.
“I sorry,” Bliss and Colin said in unison, looking at each other.
“Now, give your brother and sister a hug,” I said.
Bliss and Colin got off the couch, and hugged each other.
Blake, Phil, and I all grinned.
“I share my toy,” Bliss said, handing Colin her wand.
“Thank you. I share my toy,” Colin said handing her his microphone.
The twins smiled at each other.
Blake, Phil, and I smiled even bigger.
“See? I told you a little discipline was all they needed,” Phil said.
“Thank you, Phil,” Blake said, patting his shoulder.
“Yeah. Thanks.” I wrapped an arm around Phil.
“Don’t mention it. I’m just glad I could help,” Phil said modestly.

After Phil exchanged his goodbyes with us and left, Blake and I had a little talk with the twins before their nap.
“Now, just because Dada and I punish you, it doesn’t mean we don’t love you. We love you both so much!” I told them.
Blake nodded. “Yeah. No matter what you guys do, Dada and Daddy will never stop loving you two.”
“I love oo too, Dada,” Bliss said. “I love Daddy too.”
“I love Daddy Dada,” Colin stated.
Blake and I smiled at each other, and then kissed our twins.
They giggled as we tickled them. Then, they kissed us back.
We then tucked them into their beds in their rooms, and sang them the most recent song we had written them (in honor of them having turned three). Then, finally, we shut their doors, and headed to our own bedroom.
I closed the bedroom door behind us. “Feeling up for a nap?” I ran my hands up the back of Blake’s shirt. “I brushed my lips against his ear. “And by nap, I mean celebrating our first punishment of the twins going well.”
He smiled. “Mm… And how to you suppose we do that?”
I smiled, and whispered in his ear all the things I wanted to do to his body, and the things I wanted him to do to mine.
He grinned. “Now that’s something to celebrate!”
I laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He rested his forehead against mine, and licked his lips. “Oh yes. A definite yes.”
My eyes lowered, as did his, and we fell onto the bed to celebrate all that we had to celebrate.
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