#Chapter223

Emily"s POV

"Christian! I don"t want you sliding on the banisters!" I yelled after my energetic five year old son.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he sang as he slide down disobediently and slide right into his father"s arms at the end of the stairs.

"Hey son."

"Hey daddy."

"Dismount the banister," he told him as he helps him off, "Your mom and I don"t want you sliding on it because you can really hurt yourself one day. Okay?"

"Okay daddy. Sorry mommy." His grey and hazel eyes looked up apologetic at me.

"Good, now let"s get you to breakfast," I told him and took his tiny hand and led him to the...