right where you are - anne -

[NIKOLAS JAMES MORETTI]

Nick held on to bradley in his arm. He had put a pair of earphones on his ear, to keep from hurting his ears with the sound. The twins were asleep and he had the baby monitor next to him on the wooden holder that he usually placed his gun on and what not. Anne must be with Diego or something, he woke up and she wasnt there so its whatever. After getting the kids all dressed and fed he and bradley played with the twins. It was almost noon and he they were starting to get fussy so he changed them and put them down for their nap.

Nick didnt like to just sit around. He needed to do something and something specific, with his gun. bradley didnt want to lay down so instead he brought bradley with him. Nick explained to bradley about his gun, usually bradley would ask him questions or rather what a little kid of his age would. He then let him touch the gun and with the assistance of himself he helped him hold it.

After getting the earphones on both of them he hoisted Bradley up in his left arm, letting him get comfortable before he picked his gun up. He leaned over and kissed bradleys head. ready buddy? he asked him and bradley gave him one of those smiles that Nick just loved seeing as he nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright watch your daddy get the bad man" he said as he aimed and fired shot after shot after shot into the target. Like the man that Nick knew he was and would become Bradley did not shy away from the sound instead he held on to nick watching with eager eyes. He was still so young but Nick was certain he had an older mind.

[ANNEMARIE CLARE PETERS-MORETTI]

AnneMarie was seriously happy. Whenever anyone saw her, she would look worn and tired, but her mind was in a complacent place. Taking care of kids wasn’t easy, but the thought that gave her the most trouble was that she did still miss the old days. Anne and Nick had jumped into life head-first, not thinking about the things that would be left behind. Nick did not have to give much up, but to be a mother—Anne gave up everything she knew. Some mornings, Anne would sleep in, letting Nick decide what to do with the kids. This particular morning, though, Anne had gone out. The twins had been up off and on all night, allowing her only a couple of hours of sleep. Anne wanted to do something that would get her energized and efficient. Four A.M. came and Anne was up, dressed, and out the door. Though Anne didn’t do anything exciting, just the jog around the block was enough to make her feel like she was fresh.

After jogging, Anne decided to walk around to some of her favorite places. After a few more hours, Anne knew she needed to head home. It wouldn’t be fair to stick Nick with the kids all day. Anne licked her lips before walking back toward her home. The living situation was comfortable. They didn’t have too much and they didn’t want for much either. Anne felt like this was the perfect situation for her. She had her husband and kids and her best friend next door. For life to work out anymore perfectly would be suspicious. This wasn’t some television drama where she would be some Cinderella tossed into the arms of a rich man. Anne didn’t want that either.

Judging by the gun shots as she neared the house, Anne knew exactly where Nick was. Anne walked around the house, peering in at the firing range. Smirking, Anne leaned against the gate, watching Nick and Bradley. Of all of the children so far, Bradley seemed to prefer Nick more. Anne was glad that Nick was such a good father, better than her father had ever been. Anne still had nightmares about her own father, who had a habit of sexually abusing her even while she battled cancer. The memory made her feel a bit bitter, but as she watched Bradley and saw him smile the way she did, she let her anger go. Her scowl faded into a smile. Anne finally decided to let her presence be known.

Anne stepped forward so that she was behind Nick and tapped him on the shoulder. “Teach our son to handle guns properly.” She said with a smirk, looking down at the target. “He’ll probably take after his dad.”