"Moooooommm, Kevin hit meeee!" Jon and Tim's conversation was cut short by the sound of a child running towards their bedroom door. A cute six-year-old girl ran through the door and flung herself into Jon's chest. Tears were rolling down the girl's face.
Picking up on the situation a little faster than Jon, Tim jumped from the bed and jogged his way into the hall "... Kevin?"
Warmth filled Jon's chest as he looked down at the girl. "Hoh... honey. Are you... okay?" Jon didn't know what to do. He pulled her closer to his breast and rubbed the top of her head. She had long blond hair that was tied into a braid.
"My cheek hurts," the girl whined. Jon moved her to his side and rubbed her face.
"It looks okay to me, honey. Can you be a big girl for mommy and wait in your room? Your father and I will talk with Kevin."
"Okay" the girl said before rubbing her eyes and walking away. Jon followed behind her into the hallway and stopped when he saw Tim jogging towards him.
"Dude, we have fucking kids!"
Jon hit Tim on the chest. "Don't curse in front of the kids!"
"Are you being serious right now? We're way to young to have two kids."
"Then you should have wrapped your member. You think I wanted to push those things out of my groin?" Jon was proud of his attempt at humor but Tim didn't pick up on his sarcasm. "Never mind. Do you have the stone?"
"Yeah" Tim said as he pulled the wishing stone out of his pocket. "Can we though. What happens to them?" Tim asked as he gestured down the hallway. Behind Tim, Jon could see his daughter's wooden bedpost.
"I mean, I don't know. They didn't exist a minute ago, do we really owe them anything. I don't know how this works." Jon was starting to panic. The sight of his kid spurred a primal urge deep inside of him.
